Hey, hey, hey!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The heavy breathing and violent pounding alternated and then overlapped, instantly tightening Klein and the others' nerves to the limit, as if they had heard some evil whispers.
Taking advantage of the brief moment when Al, Dunn, and Lolota's attention was diverted, the tuxedo Clown suddenly pulled a long strip of paper from his pocket.
Snap! He flicked his right hand, turning the paper into a long whip burning with black flames, and lashed it towards his ankle.
A faint but sharp scream rang out, and the Clown in the tuxedo broke free of his invisible shackles, performing a backflip.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dunn, Al, and Lolota's bullets all missed their mark and embedded themselves inside the wooden crate.
The Clown in the tuxedo didn't linger. Pressing his right hand against his wound, he ran away from the warehouse.
He was incredibly fast, leaving only his back view in the blink of an eye.
Before he disappeared, his right hand, which was pressing on his abdomen, suddenly swept across his left arm, and the wound on his stomach disappeared, completely restored to its the Original.
The area on his left arm where he was slashed was a bloody mess, with silver bullets faintly visible.
Dunn and the others did not give chase, because the panting coming from the innermost warehouse was so loud it made their brows twitch and their Spirit Intuition tremble.
Bang!
The door to the innermost warehouse suddenly burst open, sending debris flying in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, something wrapped in rags flew out and landed not far in front of Klein.
Klein stared intently and discovered that it was actually an arm, with bloody flesh torn to pieces and white bones irregularly broken and protruding outwards.
Snap! Snap! Snap
One thing after another flew out: first, blood overflowed from the eyes with dilated pupils; then, an earlobe that looked as if it had been torn off alive; then, half of the heart that was still beating; and intestines filled with yellowish-brown matter.
If Klein hadn't witnessed an even more disgusting " Giant spectacle" at Riel Bieber's house, he probably would have vomited right now.
His emotions were on the verge of breaking, and he barely managed to suppress the urge to fire into the dark doorway. He then ejected some of the empty cartridge cases and loaded new Demon Hunting Bullets.
Bang!
Dunn returned to the position and calmly fired a single shot into the warehouse.
However, his bullets seemed to have entered the ocean, without any echo.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
The heavy breathing grew increasingly labored, and a grayish-white color filled the "open" door.
With two loud bangs, Al Hasson and Borgia's bullets pierced through the gray-white, but they still couldn't stop the "color" from flowing out, nor could they leave any wounds on the other side, causing fluid to leak out.
Klein held his breath, not firing blindly, and watched as the "grayish-white" gradually revealed its complete outline.
This was a humanoid creature over two meters tall, with all its joints Distortion unnaturally in the opposite direction, as if they had been forcibly broken.
One after another, white, broken bones protrude from beneath its skin, and its overall grayish-white surface is full of grooves, like a human brain that has been stripped of its "shell".
The Monster was covered in a grayish-white, rotten, viscous liquid, while its head was relatively normal, with deep nasolabial folds and pale skin.
As its mouth opened and closed, one could see a porcelain denture about to fall out, several strands of bloody saliva stretched into long threads, and muscle and bone fragments that had turned into dust.
Riel Bieber... Is this even human? Klein took a silent breath, feeling his heart pounding wildly.
Bang!
Leonard's Demon Hunting Bullets struck Riel Bieber in the forehead, passing right through and leaving a deep hole.
The grayish-white liquid flowed out, fell to the ground, and wriggled and turned into milky-white, fat maggots.
However, the Monster was completely unaffected, and moved neither too fast nor too slow towards Borgia, who was closest to it. Its real target seemed to be the iron-black box, the Sealed Artifact "2-049".
"Extraordinary power out of control..." Dunn shouted in a deep voice, " Lolota, it looks like Death. Find its weakness as soon as possible."
"Okay." Lolota didn't say anything more, and raised her hand to cover her eyes.
Her pupils turned grayish-white, then colorless, as if she had entered a Spirituality world and a realm of the Death, looking down upon her enemy from a higher perspective, searching for that crucial "node."
Seeing that normal shooting was ineffective, Klein didn't waste his bullets. He raised his hand and tapped his brow, activating his Spirit Vision, intending to use it to assist " Gravedigger " Ms. Lolota.
In his vision, the only remaining brilliance of " Monster " Bieber was pure gray-white, a gray-white filled with madness.
Aside from that, Klein didn't see anything else.
At that moment, Al Hasson and Leonard Mitchell began to chant simultaneously:
"Ah, the terrifying danger, the crimson hope."
At least one thing is true: life is fleeting.
"One thing is true, the rest are lies."
"After blooming once, it will depart this world."
A soothing power emanated from the air, and the Distortion, grayish-white Monster slowed down rapidly, seemingly unable to resist the allure of the poetry.
Just then, it opened its mouth and let out a scream that was inaudible to ordinary people:
"Ah!"
Bang! Klein felt a sharp pain in his head and automatically exited his Spirit Vision state.
He felt a warm liquid instantly flow from the tip of his nose, and instinctively reached out to wipe it, only to find that the back of his hand was covered in bright red blood.
Al and Leonard fell backward at the same time, their mouths, noses, and eyes covered in blood.
Borgia, Dunn, and Lolota each took a step or two back, their faces turning pale.
The Monster merely let out a "scream," and the six Beyonder seemed unable to withstand it, becoming extremely fragile.
Thump!
It moved closer to Borgia, and its Distortion joints suddenly snapped open.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Borgia and Dunn each fired two shots, but neither could inflict even the slightest damage on the Monster Bieber.
Bang! Borgia was sent flying, the extended revolver landing with a thud.
He tried several times to stand up, but couldn't manage it in a short time.
Monster liquid dripped from Bieber's mouth as he lunged at the iron-black box.
Bang!
At the crucial moment, Al Hasson fired a shot at the box, sending it flying quite a distance, preventing Monster Bieber from catching it and sending it charging forward for a good ten meters.
The black iron box developed cracks, which became increasingly noticeable as the heavy thumping from inside continued.
"Found it!" the black-haired woman Lolota, finally spoke. "I need you to control it, for at least three seconds."
"Okay." Dunn didn't say anything more, he reached up and pressed his hand to his brow, then closed his eyes.
He seemed to have fallen asleep, and invisible ripples spread out in circles.
In an instant, Monster Bieber paused, the madness in his eyes rapidly subsided, and his thin, transparent eyelids began to droop uncontrollably.
Dunn's body trembled, and something bulged and wriggled under his clothes, as if hiding slippery, scaleless venomous snakes.
Lolota ran out and rolled right under the Monster Bieber.
She pressed one hand to the ground, clenched her fist, and launched it upwards like a cannonball into the groin of the Monster Bieber.
puff!
Ignoring the Corrosion pain, she pressed her hand on the ground with even more force, lifting herself up another inch, her fist drilling even deeper.
Sizzle! Lolota stretched back her forearm, pulling out a section of intestine covered in yellowish-brown and bloody stains.
Inside those intestines, there was a faintly visible ancient and worn notebook.
"Ah!"
Monster Bieber let out a loud scream, and his body suddenly glowed, as if melting.
"Get down!"
No sooner had Al Hasson finished speaking than Klein saw the Monster Bieber swell up.
boom!
Amidst the deafening roar, Klein, who was some distance away, was thrown into the air by the shockwave and crashed heavily to the ground.
He struggled to his feet, feeling dizzy and nauseous, and saw that the Monster Bieber had turned into disgusting, rotting pieces of flesh and blood. He saw Dunn and Lolota lying a dozen meters away, seemingly unconscious.
Al Hasson, Borgia, and Leonard Mitchell also fell to the ground, some groaning in pain, others struggling to get up but failing.
Just as Klein was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly noticed something familiar about two or three meters away from him.
The dark iron box stopped rolling and turned its cracked side towards the sky.
A thin, brown arm stretched out from there.
The Sealed Artifact... "2-049"... Damn it! Klein's heart tightened, and he immediately lunged back a few meters away to get out of the range of the Sealed Artifact "2-049".
The explosion had actually thrown the black iron box near him!
Just then, Klein's head suddenly buzzed, and his thoughts slowed down.