Chapter 266 Inexplicable Smile

In the barren field in the outskirts, the old butler Finkel was running away quickly.

He had lost his hat, his meticulously combed gray hair hung in a mess, and his clothes were covered in mud.

Huh, huh... He paused for a while, gasped and looked back, and found that there was no one there, and he was a little relieved.

But when he turned his head and was about to change direction, he found that there was a figure in front of him at some point.

The figure was wearing a classic robe with a hood, his black eyes were hidden in the shadows, and his face was dull and expressionless.

Finkel's pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth immediately, trying to pronounce a word in ancient Hermes, but he was surprised to find that his nose was disappearing, and his voice had disappeared.

His expression suddenly became a little more desperate, and then his whole body was like a smudge in the void, wiped clean by a rag, and there was no trace left.

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Ah Choo! Ah Choo! cough! cough!

Facing Mr. A's imminent fatal attack, Klein was suffering from a disease, he had a headache, and it was difficult for him to manipulate the flames and jump.

At this time, he couldn't even make an air bomb.

Fear of the unknown outcome occupied his mind, and the premonition of danger from the "clown" made him "see" himself suddenly split, disintegrated into the tiniest particles of light, and perhaps there was no chance of resurrection.

In an instant, Klein reached into his pocket and grabbed an item.

This is his pre-considered solution for the most dangerous situation!

No matter how hasty it is, the "magician" is prepared to a certain extent, and will not panic in the battle.

Klein took out the Azik copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew it hard amidst the sounds of sneezing and coughing!

Without any movement in front of him, he saw bones gushing out like a fountain through his spiritual vision, and quickly outlined a huge messenger with black flames burning in his eye sockets.

At this time, the book in front of Mr. A also stopped flipping, and the distant voice stopped abruptly.

A burst of green brilliance gushed out, and the nearly four-meter-high white bone messenger split open, splitting into countless pure light spots.

behind it,

The force that kept Klein spinning in circles collapsed first, and the figure in the black double-breasted long dress was immediately shrouded, turning into a statue made of yellow sand, blown away by the wind.

But what dissipated were white spots, like confetti torn to the extreme.

Klein's figure appeared on the other side, half kneeling on the ground, coughing loudly uncontrollably.

If it wasn't for the Bone Messenger who blocked it first, he wouldn't have had time to temporarily suppress the disease and use the paper doll as a substitute!

And after such a toss, his illness became more serious, and he almost lost the ability to resist.

At this moment, Mr. A, who failed in the fatal blow, suddenly coughed, even more violently than Klein.

He crawled down in pain, blood foaming from the corner of his mouth.

Cough cough cough!

He coughed up a pile of broken viscera and squirming flesh, then opened his mouth with difficulty, trying to lick them into his mouth and forcefully eat them back.

what happened? Klein was momentarily confused.

But this did not prevent him from holding back his cough, raised his right hand, and aimed at Mr. A's head with his revolver.

At this moment, he vaguely realized that Mr. A's physical injuries could be healed and maintained by flesh and blood magic, but the impact and backlash on his spirit and spirituality could not be compensated in this way.

Mr. A should have switched to another Extraordinary ability to slowly heal the wounds of the spirit body, but he was driven by hatred, forcibly suppressed, and chased after him, so after continuously consuming and using extraordinary abilities that exceeded his own load, the situation deteriorated and suddenly exploded .

boom! boom! boom!

Klein fired all the bullets in the revolver, and streamers of brass, pale gold, and silver quickly passed the not-so-long distance between the two of them.

To his regret, he couldn't restrain his sneezing and coughing during the process, and the bullets failed to hit all of them. Only two bullets hit Mr. A's body, one penetrated into the forehead and the other into the torso.

Nourish!

The sound of burning came out, but Mr. A's head seemed to have no bones, it was just a pile of rotten flesh, and the pale golden bullet was deeply trapped in it, and it stopped quickly, failing to cause fatal damage, only to bloom a golden glow like the sun .

Mr. A lifted his neck, and the flesh and blood in the holed head were squirming crazily.

He wasn't dead, or even seriously injured.

He used to be the "Rose Bishop" with tenacious vitality!

Seeing this scene, Klein made a decisive decision, turned his head and ran away, and stopped trying to attack. Mr. A panted heavily, lowered his head again, and licked the minced meat and internal organs he had coughed up.

Sneezes and coughs happened alternately, and Klein ran around and rolled over from time to time.

Finally, he fled to the very edge, which was a cliff more than fifty meters away.

Under the cliff, the slightly turbid Tussock River is surging, wide but calm.

Without hesitation, Klein stepped hard and jumped out.

He fell rapidly, feeling the intense weightlessness brought about by the free fall.

His body tore through the air, trying to adjust his posture in mid-air, turning it into a standard diving action.

cough! Ah Choo!

The disease stopped his tumbling for three and a half weeks, and the opening of his body and the adjustment of his palms were not in place.

With a snap, he fell on the water and turned into a thin sheet of white paper.

The paper figurine got wet quickly, half submerged and half floating.

At the bottom of the water not far away, Klein's figure was outlined, trembling.

His clothes were soaked, as were the remaining papers and bills in his wallet.

After staying away from Mr. A, the disease has been relieved... Klein thought with lingering fear.

If the coughing and sneezing hadn't subsided a lot at the last moment, he wouldn't even have time to use the paper doll stand-in method, and he would have suffered internal bleeding from the fall and died directly. Of course, if that was the cause of his death, he felt that he could be resurrected.

Pushing his feet into the water, Klein created an invisible, hollow tube in his mouth, allowing it to stick out of the water, bringing him fresh air.

This is the "breathing underwater" performance of the "magician"!

Klein inhaled through his mouth and exhaled through his nose, preventing the turbid gas from contaminating the pipeline and entering the water directly.

At the same time, he quietly swam towards the shore, hoping to avoid Mr. A's subsequent pursuit in this way.

It's a pity that this is not a city, and the abilities of the "Faceless Man" cannot be effectively used. Otherwise, once we leave, Mr. A will definitely never find me again... As he was swimming, Klein instinctively flashed this thought.

This thought made him think of a problem, that is, Mr. A had used the extraordinary ability to control the wind before.

Generally speaking, this belongs to the path of the "Storm Lord"... The characteristics of this path are not only wind, but also water, and it is especially good at underwater activities... Underwater activities... "Shepherd" is too comprehensive and terrifying! As thoughts flickered, Klein's heart almost stopped beating.

He swam upstream, no more cover-ups!

As soon as he came out of the water and approached the shore, he saw Mr. A's so beautiful face, and saw the fish scales on it, with the gills cracked.

The corners of Mr. A's mouth curled up while the bright red robe was floating on the water, and there seemed to be substantial hatred in his eyes.

spell! Can only fight! Fight to support the church until the reinforcements arrive, or Mr. Azik escapes! Klein, who was in remission, raised his right hand without hesitation, ready to snap his fingers.

At this moment, the two looked into the air at the same time, almost an instinctive reaction.

A figure with feminine beauty was quickly outlined there.

The figure was wearing a hood and a dark robe, looking at Mr. A dully.

Then, Klein saw that Mr. A seemed to have turned into a pencil drawing, which was quickly erased by the eraser, and he had no power to resist, leaving only the eyes full of resignation, madness and despair engraved in the mind of the only audience at the scene. .

This... what kind of person is this! What kind of strength! As soon as Klein thought about it, he found that figure turned his head sideways and looked at him.

It was a beautiful face, but without the slightest expression, the black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked spirituality.

Just when Klein's heart was beating wildly, thinking that he would also disappear without a sound, wondering if there was a chance of being resurrected, the corners of the woman's mouth slowly moved, raised upwards, and revealed a smile.

Smile? Klein was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he was dreaming.

Before he came back to his senses, the figure faded instantly and disappeared in place, and the sound of rushing water echoed silently around him.

Swimming to the shore in confusion, Klein climbed up, looked around, and found that this place was extremely remote, with no roads and no living people, only the slightly murky river flowing unchangingly.

This is the end? Mr. A died like this? Who was that lady just now? She was so strong that Mr. A didn't even have time to scream...she even smiled at me...smiled...maybe it was him? But apart from figures at the level of the pope, there are no angels walking on the ground in the three major churches, and figures at the level of the pope obviously won't be in Backlund... Klein couldn't believe that he was out of danger.

After sinking his mind, he finally found a sense of reality:

"It should be a strong person sent by the church, she arrived in time and successfully rescued me.

"If I hadn't notified Ms. Justice in advance, they may not have had time to act. Then there is a high probability that I will die at the hands of Mr. A today. I don't know if I can be resurrected...

"Well, there are also factors that I have been insisting on and procrastinating the battle until now.

"not bad……"

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, coughed twice, and began to look for a way out.

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"exile!"

The man in the golden mask pointed at Azik Eggers, and threw his figure into the void, to nowhere.

Immediately, he turned to face Ince Zangwill who was frowning at him.

"There's no time, we can't get rid of him so quickly! We have to hide here as soon as possible, we can only exile! Do you want people from the Church to discover our secret?" The man in the golden mask said in a low voice angrily.

Ince Zangwill put away his doubts, nodded, turned around and came to the side of "0-08" that had stopped writing, and grabbed it.

His figure was a little staggering, and the pants that were almost torn during the battle were piled up on his feet.

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In the Red Rose Manor, Prince Edsac sat by the French windows, his eyes were unusually empty.

"Your Highness, please hurry up." A voice sounded beside him.

Edsack's eyes came alive, he took a breath, picked up the revolver on the table, and pressed it against his temple, where there was a bullet that could annihilate spirit bodies.

He turned his head and looked wistfully at the golf course and the horses walking outside.

boom!

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