The three types of paper in " Lemano's Travel Notes " have distinct tactile differences. The white paper, which can only Record Sequence 7, Sequence 8, and Sequence 9, has a smooth, thin surface. The yellowish-brown parchment corresponding to Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 feels like tanned leather, extremely flexible. The three pages of yellowish-brown paper, which can Record divinity, are thick and textured. They can be easily distinguished by quick touch, without needing to be examined visually.
Klein's fingers quickly found the three thick, high-quality pages and gently pinched the middle one.
Although the hidden pocket wasn't big enough for him to fully open " Lemano's Travel Notes," the hooded robe that " Magician " Fors had modified himself still provided a good amount of space, allowing the palm-sized magic book to be opened to about 90 degrees.
While supporting the " Lemano's Travel Notes " with his palm to prevent it from closing, Klein ran his fingers across the corresponding page, feeling a slight embossed texture that brought the mysterious and ancient patterns and symbols directly into his mind through touch.
Spirituality then flows in.
This page of yellowed paper Record the Demigod abilities of the " Storm " pathway:
" Tornado "!
Klein intends to create chaos, distract the Aurora Order Saint may be hiding in the shadows, seize the opportunity to kill Mr. X, and escape using the wind.
Besides this purpose, chaos can effectively cover up traces, causing party members to scatter and flee in disarray. With their identities unclear, they will all become suspects, making Aurora Order to trace Hugh.
As his thoughts raced, Klein's gaze locked onto a spot, and he slowly pulled out " Lemano's Travel Notes " with his left hand.
At the same time, Mr. X took two steps to his side, standing in the same direction as him, like an old friend who hadn't seen each other for many years.
Immediately afterwards, a howling sound exploded, and a terrifying hurricane, visible to the naked eye, swirled and coiled, appearing at the location Spirituality designated by Klein.
Tables, coffee tables, sofas, and high-backed chairs in the room were thrown into the air. The violent Tornado cracked the walls, took away the roof, and swept towards the alley entrance. Some of the party members were caught in the gust and thrown far away, while others stumbled forward under the pressure of the wind, running towards other places.
If Klein hadn't intentionally controlled the timing and direction of the Tornado, not only would Mr. X's old house have been destroyed, but the surrounding row of apartment buildings would also have been devastated, and the party members would have been swept away by the wind, their fate entirely dependent on luck.
The howling sound quickly turned into a raging Tornado, which shot straight into the sky like a terrifying Giant, staggering towards the alley entrance and the street. Wherever it passed, the ground was spotless, without a trace of anything left behind.
Klein was also blown away, and he and the Wraith Possession Mr. X were thrown onto another street.
During this process, because the two sides were standing close together and the Wraith could float in the air and control the target's body to some extent at the edge of the Tornado, Klein and Mr. X kept their distance within five meters and never stopped Manipulation the " Spirit Body Threads ".
While suspended in mid-air, with the wind whistling in his ears, Klein yanked his right hand towards his chest, tearing open the surface of his hooded robe, and reached under his arm to draw the " Death Knell " revolver.
Although Mr. X could be taken down with Air Bullet in his current state, Klein decided to be cautious, fearing that the opponent's magical items might have some kind of passive effect, like the necklace of " Admiral of Blood " Senor.
In hunting, one must exert every ounce of strength!
As Klein violently drew his gun, his Manipulation of the " Spirituality Threads " was visibly affected. Had Mr. X not been nearly under complete control, this single action would have restored him to basic consciousness.
Even so, Mr. X's thoughts were no longer so fixed and became a little more active.
He tried to struggle, but for a brief moment, the possessing " Wraith " Senor rendered all his efforts rigid and contradictory.
Then, in Mr. X's pupils appeared the image of the enemy falling sideways, half of his gaunt face and the corresponding deep lines.
In his line of sight, the other man coldly pulled the trigger, aiming the dark muzzle of his gun at him.
Bang!
Klein pulled the trigger without hesitation, but the roar of the gunshot was swallowed by the wind.
Mr. X's head snapped back as if an invisible hand had pressed down on his face.
His head, his brass mask, shattered into countless fragments at that moment, scattering in all directions with red and white liquid.
One shot, one kill!
The Death Knell for him!
thump!
After firing that shot, Klein landed on his back, falling onto the street.
With a thud, Mr. X landed to the side. The bloodstains and fragments scattered in mid-air flowed back in a strange way, gathering at his neck and piecing together a head full of cracks and gaps.
This is the power of a " Wraith ".
At this moment, the Tornado, which had lost its support, began to disintegrate, and the huge commotion had undoubtedly alerted the Demigod in the distance.
Inside the Saint Samuel Cathedral, the newly appointed Archbishop of Backlund, " High Priest of the Deep Blue " Leodero Valentin, suddenly flew out of the room and floated into the sky.
Klein, who had fallen to the ground, saw that the wind pressure had weakened. He grabbed the " Death Knell " revolver with one hand and " Lemano's Travel Notes " with the other, and was about to turn the latter to the first page of the yellowish-brown parchment section.
After obtaining the magic book, he discovered that among the pages already containing Record was the " Traveler's Door."
Klein the Original thought it was a coincidence, but after careful consideration, he concluded that it was inevitable, because " Lemano's Travel Notes " belonged to the ancient Abraham family, who possessed the " Apprentice " path and many corresponding magical items. They had both the resources and the willingness to Record the abilities of " Traveler," as it was extremely, extremely, extremely useful.
At this moment, as long as the " Traveler's Door " is formed, Klein can calmly leave with the corpse of Mr. X, possessed by the " Wraith " Senor.
The reason he didn't use it inside was because the possible Aurora Order Saint were undisturbed and had a chance to be discovered and interrupted. Moreover, Mr. X was a " Traveler " and had a certain probability of using the " Door of Teleportation " to escape the predicament. Klein didn't want to risk trying it before he was completely dead.
Just then, Klein's vision went dark as he realized that the surrounding streets were filled with an invisible, dark, and eerie liquid. It flowed over and quickly condensed, forming a solid cage.
In this darkness, shadowy figures came to life, their cold gazes all falling upon him.
Demigod- level power! The Aurora Order really does have Saint nearby! Direct Teleportation is impossible! Klein's heart tightened, and he calmly turned to the yellowed page of " Lemano's Travel Notes ".
Zzz!
One after another, silvery-white "pythons" leaped out of thin air, intertwining and rampaging through the darkness, illuminating everything.
" Lightning Storm!"
The solidified darkness shattered instantly, and Klein, without any hesitation, shoved his right hand, which was holding the " Death Knell " revolver, into his dark pocket and pinched the dark blue stone covered with burn marks.
"Door!"
He read it in Ancient Hermes with unusual calm.
A burst of pale blue light erupted, and Klein's figure quickly blurred, along with the corpse of Mr. X had come close and grabbed his shoulder.
The two figures instantly became transparent and invisible, disappearing from their original spot and rapidly disappearing into the brightly colored and overlapping Spirit World, cleverly escaping.
In the alleyway scattered with wood chips, pebbles, strips of cloth, and various other odds and ends, inside the flattened gathering house, in a shadowy spot, someone let out a low groan:
Damn it!
By this time, the other party members had already fled the street, and sonic booms could be heard from the distant sky.
Hugh and Fors, who were searching for ghosts in the East Borough, were startled by the sudden brightening of the sky. They looked towards the distance and saw a silvery-white forest blooming like flowers.
The Distortion posture and the ferocious feeling made them tremble inexplicably even from a distance, and they almost dared not look directly at it.
"What exactly happened there?" Hugh muttered to himself, looking at Fors with blank expressions.
Fors had some suspicions in her mind, but she couldn't believe it, because this completely exceeded her assessment of "World" Gehrman Sparrow's strength!
In a dark alley, Klein appeared out of thin air with Mr. X's body and landed on the ground.
Without the slightest panic, he first left the " Death Knell " revolver in the hidden pocket, then used his right hand to take out another book from his chest:
Groselle's Travels!
Smack! Klein slapped the travelogue written by " The Dragon of Imagination " Ankewelt onto Mr. X's face, smearing the cover with blood.
Moments later, Mr. X's body vanished, leaving behind only the Wraith Senor, wearing an old tricorn hat and a dark red coat.
Then, Klein put away Groselle's Travels and opened " Lemano's Travel Notes," turning another yellowed page face up.
Suddenly, a bright light burst forth from the book, and a phantom Angel with twelve pairs of wings rose up and landed on Klein.
All of this vanished in an instant, and the alley returned to darkness, with only the dim Moonlight shining silently.
Klein then took out another small metal vial, poured out the blood stored inside, and evenly smeared it onto the cover of " Lemano's Travel Notes ".
After doing all this, he packed up his other belongings, pulled off his hooded robe, and casually tossed it aside.
A burst of crimson flames erupted, burning the tattered garment to ashes.
Meanwhile, Klein silently grew 10 centimeters, and his appearance became quite ordinary.
Then, he used the stars in the sky to determine his direction, picked up a fallen branch to help him, and quickly crossed several dark Depravity streets, returning to the cheap hotel he had stayed in before.
Even at this point, he was unaware of his newfound weakness.
In the single room of the cheap hotel, Klein changed his clothes and transformed back into Gehrman Sparrow.
Looking at the gaunt, aloof, and mad adventurer in the mirror, he remained silent for a few seconds, then picked up a half-high silk hat and put it on his head.
Above the houses now flattened, Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of Storms, Archbishop of Backlund, " High Priest of the Deep Blue " Leodero Valentin, who had failed to catch the rat, silently gazed down, speechless for a long time.
At 160 Böklund Street, the butler Walter, looked at the visitor outside the door with slight surprise and said:
"Bishop, is there something you need?"
Bishop Electra chuckled:
"I heard that Dawn is sick, so I came to visit him. Perhaps, under the protection of the goddess, he will recover soon."