At that moment, the shadow seemed to gain a sense of reality, cold and damp, instantly binding Klein inside, turning him into a mosquito trapped in amber.
Klein's figure was immediately flattened and squeezed, degenerating into soft paper, and quickly rotting into mud.
" Paper Figurine Substitute!"
Sensing danger in advance, he promptly used a " Paper Figurine Substitute "!
His figure, dressed in a black clergyman's robe, then appeared at the other end of the table, his mouth open as if about to make a loud bang.
At that moment, Klein suddenly felt dizzy, and everything around him seemed blurry and unclear.
He instantly realized that he had been forcibly pulled into a dream!
And through this, he confirmed one thing: the ability to remain clear-headed and rational in abnormal dreams had long been solidified into his own characteristics, and he no longer needed to rely on the Gray Fog!
With a slight struggle, Klein immediately woke up and saw the shadows in the house slowly surging towards him like a tide.
Bang!
He opened his mouth and created an Air Bullet with extremely strong penetrating power and great force.
The bullet struck the shadowy area, creating a large, blank space.
The shadows around the blank space seemed to flow back like water, filling it completely, and everything returned to normal. Klein seized the opportunity, rolled to the side, and made the glove on his left hand turn pale, tinged with a dark green.
With a snap, the spot where he had been standing was struck by a clump of flesh that flew out of the shadows, covering the deep red carpet covered with strange mold.
Klein vaguely sensed that he was being weakened. Without thinking too deeply about it, he immediately caused a layer of ice, filled with cold air, to spread out from the soles of his feet.
Frost condensed on top, quickly freezing the shadows. Beneath the translucent crystals, pitch-black oil Distortion and writhed, as if it had come to life.
" The Living Corpse " - Freeze!
Klein rolled again, changing position, which made the black particles on his gloves stand out, deep and dark.
Then, he straightened up, facing the shadow beneath the ice, and uttered Devil Language words filled with filth:
"Slow!"
Suddenly, Klein saw that the movement of the shadow slowed down and became extremely rigid. However, his own thoughts also became sluggish, and he was unable to continue his attack.
His " Words of Filth " were Distortion; they were clearly directed at that shadow, but Distortion to refer to the entire living room, thus affecting him.
In the blink of an eye, Klein broke free from his sluggish state, lunged at the dining table without a second thought, grabbed a plate containing half a steak, and hurled it at the shadowy area.
During this process, although the glove on his left hand remained deep black, it acquired an eerie and noble feel.
" Bribe "!
He was " Bribe " his enemy with steak to weaken their attack, defense, and control capabilities!
Just then, the shadow suddenly retreated to the corner, causing the plate to fall onto the melting ice and shatter into pieces.
Then, the shadow rose upwards, evolving into a dark figure draped in a hooded robe.
In the figure's palm now lay a transparent, blurry book, accompanied by a distant, ethereal chant:
"I came, I saw, I Record."
The chant had barely begun when the book began to flip rapidly, revealing a long spear of blazing white flames in front of it.
Mr. A? Has he gone completely mad? In this situation, how dare he use a fire-based extraordinary ability? Klein's heart tightened, his thoughts raced, and he quickly strode towards the other man, dragging his left hand behind his back.
The " Creeping Hunger " quickly took on a dark, deep color full of Depravity, and then coalesced into an exaggerated giant sword composed of crimson magma and pale blue flames.
Thump!
Klein stomped his foot heavily, pulled his waist and back, and with a jerk of his shoulder, fiercely thrust out his left arm.
The muscles in his arm bulged high as he swung the " Magma Sword " upwards!
Thud! The magnificent greatsword struck the flaming spear, and blazing white, pale blue, and crimson light spots scattered in all directions, igniting the chair and the curtains.
The hustle and bustle of the street outside had long since vanished, and all the vaguely visible figures had turned towards this side, creating an eerie silence.
After shattering the flaming spear, Klein bent his knees, knelt on one leg, and snapped his fingers with his right hand.
Snap!
The flames inside the room were all extinguished.
Klein didn't move. He felt as if countless eyes were trying to pierce through the curtains, searching for something amiss.
The hooded man, formed by shadows, also remained motionless. He, who had been so frantic just moments before, seemed to sense an indescribable terror slowly approaching.
In the dark house bathed only in the faint crimson Moonlight, Klein and the other person knelt on one knee and stood against the wall, as if they had become two stone statues.
In the unbearably quiet, time passed incredibly slowly. Klein only silently counted to ten seconds, yet it felt like an hour had passed.
Finally, the low growls of wild beasts rang out again, intermittently, and the figures that were vaguely visible outside the window began to walk back and forth on the street.
Almost simultaneously, Klein completed the initial control of the target " Spirit Body Threads," and the hooded man's attempt to pounce suddenly became hesitant!
Without hesitation, Klein bent over and circled around, preparing to take advantage of the opponent's high latency to interrupt his subsequent counterattack and gradually turn him into a puppet.
Just then, his nose suddenly started to itch, and he couldn't help but open his mouth.
Achoo!
Klein sneezed loudly, losing control of the " Spirit Body Threads," and his throat began to hurt, with snot gradually forming in his nose.
He has a cold!
He caught a cold during the intense battle!
After suspecting that the other party was Mr. A, Klein had already been taking precautions against the " Witch's" disease, because he had fought against Mr. A before and suffered a great loss under this ability. However, in the battle where he didn't have time to think much, he misjudged one thing: his own physical condition had already been greatly weakened by the plague of the real Witch Panatiya, and he couldn't hold out until the puppet transformation was complete. He couldn't even wait for the initial control to deepen and for the opportunity to launch Fatal Attack with " Air Bullet "!
Achoo!
Klein sneezed and rolled away, switching " Creeping Hunger " to " Baron of Corruption " mode, intending to use the " Distortion " ability on himself to see if it could reduce the effects of his cold.
Of course, thanks to his earlier " Bribe," his condition wasn't too serious; it would only affect his Manipulation of the " Spirit Body Threads," but wouldn't prevent him from fighting.
As he rolled, Klein caught a glimpse of the enemy emerging from the shadows. The hood had slipped back, revealing a beautiful, almost feminine face—it was Mr. A.
This messenger of the Aurora Order has actually survived to this day in such harsh conditions!
However, his eyes were already bloodshot, and he looked at Klein as if he were seeing a sumptuous feast. He made no attempt to hide his deep, instinctive hunger.
At this moment, Klein's spirits did not falter in the slightest, because he still had enough strength to fight.
His biggest worry wasn't Mr. A, but that the increasingly fierce battle between the two sides would create an unchecked fire that would draw in those dangerous beings from outside, and then neither of them would escape death!
Hunger... The intense hunger had completely driven Mr. A to madness, no longer caring about the people coming and going on the street... If he could alleviate his hunger even a little, he would probably stop attacking and patiently wait for the red moon to be shrouded in mist again... Give him some "food"? In a flash of thought, Klein almost cut off a piece of his own flesh and threw it to the other man.
Fortunately, he remembered something in time:
I have food with me!
Those were dried mushrooms created by Frank Lee, supposedly hybridized with beef and a bit of the flesh of the " Rose Bishop," capable of endlessly multiplying as long as there is fish and water.
Because this was already a new species at a subtle level and no longer had a substantial relationship with the " Rose Bishop," Klein kept it together with commonly used herbal powders such as Deep Sleep Flower and did not remove it, not worrying that it would cause changes to the seal core behind the Chanis Gate.
Achoo! Another sneeze, another roll. Klein had taken out a dried mushroom and tossed it to Mr. A.
Perhaps it was the aroma of beef that attracted him, or perhaps it was a connection between the " Rose Bishop," but Mr. A immediately stopped trying to flip through the illusory book, grabbed the mushroom, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed it.
The hunger in his eyes gradually faded slightly, but his gaze toward Klein remained unchanged.
With two whooshing sounds, Klein tossed the remaining dried mushrooms over, which Mr. A caught one by one and ate without hesitation.
His gaze finally eased, and he glanced at the vaguely visible figure pacing back and forth outside the window. He then retreated step by step to a corner, disappearing into the shadows.
Huff... Klein let out a silent breath and retreated to the other corner.
Mr. A is still alive... It has to be said that in this environment, the " Rose Bishop's" abilities are indeed of great help; the pre-stored flesh and blood and the ability to eat himself can sustain him for a long time... Of course, the fact that Mr. A hasn't been killed by " Lady Despair " Panatiya is enough to demonstrate his strength, but he must have already used up Demigod- level extraordinary abilities he Record... Klein thought to himself as he carefully chose his words, trying to get some information out of Mr. A:
Have you found any clues about how they got out?
There was complete silence on the other end; Mr. A did not respond at all.
"Too crazy to communicate with?" Klein hesitated for two seconds, then uttered a name:
Leomaster.
This is the name of the Aurora Order's " Saint of Darkness," who suffers from a split personality.
After a brief silence, Mr. A's slightly hoarse voice finally rang out:
Was he also 'sent in'?
Sure enough, only the Aurora Order's matter could elicit a response... Klein said frankly:
"No, he's trapped inside the Ruins of the Gods' Battle."
Before Mr. A could speak, he continued on his own:
Why didn't you go into that church?
Mr. A said in a hoarse and indistinct voice:
"It's dangerous there, extremely dangerous..."
"The same danger exists outside; all dangers originate there, and all those who disappeared will reappear under the red moon..."
Before he finished speaking, the faint crimson Moonlight filtering through the curtains suddenly dimmed considerably.