Chapter 47 1 Shot

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The three types of paper in "Leymano Travel Notes" have obvious differences in terms of feel. The white paper that can only record Sequence 7, Sequence 8, and Sequence 9 has a smooth surface and a thin layer, corresponding to Sequence 6 and Sequence 5. The yellow-brown parchment paper is like tanned leather, extremely flexible, and the three pages of burnt-yellow paper that can record divinity are thick and textured. the most efficient resolution.

Klein's fingers quickly found the three thick and textured pages of paper, and lightly pinched the middle page.

Although the secret pocket was not big enough for him to fully open "Leymano's Travel Notebook", the hooded robe that "Magician" Fors had remade by himself still provided a good space for the book. The palm-sized magic book can be unfolded to 90 degrees.

Klein supported the "Leymano's Travel Notebook" with his palm, and slid his fingers across the surface of the corresponding page. He felt a slight bump on it, making the strange pattern full of mystery and ancient taste With the help of touch, the symbols were directly presented in his mind.

Spirituality followed.

What is recorded on this scorched yellow paper is the demigod ability of the "Storm" pathway:

"tornado"!

Klein wanted to use this to create chaos, interfere with the Aurora Order saints who might be hiding in the dark, take the opportunity to kill Mr. X, and use the wind to escape here.

In addition to this purpose, chaos can also effectively cover up traces, causing party members to get separated and flee in embarrassment, and when their identities are not clear, they will all become suspicious if they do so, making it difficult for the Aurora Society to find Hugh. body.

As his thoughts turned, Klein locked his eyes on a position, and slowly pulled out "Leymano's Travel Notes" with his left hand.

At the same time, Mr. X took two steps to his side, in the same direction as him, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Immediately afterwards, a whining sound exploded, and a terrifying hurricane visible to the naked eye hovered and appeared at the place designated by Klein's spirituality.

The tables, coffee tables, sofas, and high-back chairs in the room flew up, and the violent tornado cracked the walls, took the roof away, and swept towards the entrance of the alley. Some of the party members were in the edge of the wind , were thrown directly into the distance, and some of them stumbled forward under the pressure of the wind, rushing to other places.

If Klein hadn't intentionally controlled the timing and direction of the tornado, not only would the old house where Mr. X lived be destroyed, but the row of apartment buildings around him would also be unscathed, and those party members would be directly sucked into the tornado. In the middle, life or death depends entirely on luck.

The whining sound quickly became turbulent, and the tornado that shot straight into the sky was like a terrifying giant, staggering towards the entrance of the alley and towards the street. Wherever it passed, the ground was clean and there was nothing left.

Klein was also blown away, and he was thrown to another street together with Mr. X, who was possessed by a resentful soul.

During this process, because the two sides stood close to each other just now, and the resentful soul can float in the air, and can control the target's body to a certain extent on the edge of the tornado, the distance between Klein and Mr. X has always been kept within five meters. The manipulation of the "thread of the body" has not stopped.

Klein, who was in mid-air with the whistling wind in his ears, yanked his right hand toward his chest, tore the surface of the hooded robe, stuck it under his armpit, and pulled out the "Death Knell" revolver.

Although in Mr. X's current state, he can be eliminated with air bullets, Klein still decided to be cautious, fearing that the other party's magical items would have passive effects, just like the necklace of "Admiral of Blood" Senor Same.

Hunt with all your might!

As Klein drew his gun violently, his manipulation of the "spiritual thread" was obviously affected. If Mr. X hadn't been close to being completely controlled, he would be able to regain his basic sobriety with just this one stroke.

but,

Even so, Mr. X's thoughts were no longer so frozen, and became a little more active.

He tried to struggle, but for a short while, the possessed "Wraith" Senor once again made all his efforts stiff and contradictory.

Then, the falling enemy appeared in Mr. X's pupils, and half a thin face and corresponding deep lines appeared.

In his sight, the other party ruthlessly pulled the hammer, aiming at himself with the dark muzzle.

boom!

Klein pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the roar of the gun was swallowed by the wind.

Mr. X's head jerked back, as if an invisible hand had pressed his face.

His head, his brass mask, split into countless pieces at this moment, flying in all directions with red and white liquid.

One shot kills!

The knell tolls for him!

thump!

After firing that shot, Klein landed on his back and fell to the street.

With a splash, Mr. X fell to the side, and the blood and debris scattered in the air flowed backwards strangely, converging on his neck, and pieced together a head full of cracks and gaps.

This is the ability of "Resentful Soul".

At this time, the tornado that lost its support began to disintegrate, and the huge movement just now undoubtedly made the demigods in the distance aware of it.

Inside the Holy Wind Cathedral, the newly appointed Archbishop of Backlund, "Dark Blue Priest" Radar Valentine flew out of the room and floated into the sky.

Seeing that the wind pressure had weakened, Klein, who fell to the ground, held the "Death Knell" revolver in one hand and "Leymano's Travel Notebook" in the other, and was about to turn the latter to the first page of the tan parchment.

After getting the magic book, he discovered that there was a "Traveler's Gate" among the pages of records that existed on it.

Klein thought it was a coincidence at first, but after careful consideration, he thought it was inevitable, because "Leymano's Travel Notes" belonged to the ancient family of Abraham, and they mastered the "apprentice" path and many corresponding magical items , there are resources and willingness to record the ability of "Traveler", after all, this is very, very, very useful.

At this moment, as long as the "Traveler's Gate" takes shape, Klein can leave calmly with the corpse of Mr. X possessed by "Wraith" Senor.

The reason why he didn't use it in the house just now is because the possible Saints of the Aurora Society have not been disturbed and have the opportunity to find and interrupt, and Mr. X is a "traveler", there is a certain probability that he can use the "portal gate" to get out of trouble, Before he died completely, Klein didn't want to take the risk.

At this moment, Klein's eyes dimmed, and he realized that the surrounding streets were filled with a dark and strange invisible liquid. They flowed and rushed over, and quickly condensed to form a solid cage.

In such darkness, one after another shadows came alive, and all their icy eyes fell on him.

The power of a demigod! Sure enough, there are saints nearby in the Aurora Society! Can't send it directly! Klein's heart tightened, and he calmly turned "Leymano's Travel Notes" to the burnt-yellow pages.

hereby!

A series of silver-white "boa constrictors" jumped out of thin air, entangled with each other and ravaged in the darkness, illuminating everything.

"Lightning storm"!

The solidified darkness shattered in an instant, and without any hesitation, Klein stuffed the right hand holding the "Death Knell" revolver into his secret pocket, and pinched the dark blue stone covered with burn marks.

"Door!"

He spoke in ancient Hermes in an unusually calm tone.

Light blue light burst out, and Klein's figure quickly became blurred, and the corpse of Mr. X who approached and grabbed his shoulder also underwent the same change.

The two figures were instantly transparent and invisible, disappeared in place, quickly moved away in the brightly colored and overlapping spirit world, and escaped cleverly.

In the alley scattered with wood chips, gravel, cloth strips and all kinds of sundries, in the party house turned into flat ground, in a place full of shadows, someone hummed softly:

"Damn it!"

At this time, other party members had already fled the street, and there were sonic booms in the distance.

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Xio and Forsi, who were looking for ghosts in the Eastern District, were startled by the suddenly brightening sky. They hurriedly looked towards the corresponding distance, and saw the silver forest blooming like flowers.

That distorted posture and that ferocious feeling made them tremble inexplicably even though they were separated by a long distance, almost not daring to look directly at them.

"What happened there?" Xio murmured in a low voice, and Forsi looked at me and I looked at you, with blank faces.

Forsi actually had some guesses in her heart, but she couldn't believe it, because this completely surpassed "The World" Gehrman Sparrow's strength positioning in her heart!

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In an unlit alley, Klein brought Mr. X's body out of thin air and fell to the ground.

He didn't panic at all, first left the "Death Knell" revolver in the secret pocket, and then took out another book from his chest with his right hand:

"Grossel's Travels"!

Snapped! Klein photographed the travel notes written by "Dragon of Imagination" Angleweed on Mr. X's face, and the cover was stained with blood.

After a while, Mr. X's body disappeared, leaving only the "Wraith" Senor wearing an old tricorne hat and a dark red jacket.

Immediately afterwards, Klein put away "Grossel's Travel Notes", opened "Leymano's Travel Notes", and turned another scorched yellow page face up.

Suddenly, bright light burst out from the book, and an illusory angel with twelve pairs of wings slowly flew up and landed on Klein.

All this was fleeting, and the alley returned to darkness, only the dim moonlight shone silently.

Klein immediately took out another metal vial, poured out the blood stored in it, and evenly spread it on the cover of "Lemano Travel Notes".

After finishing all this, he put away other items, tore off the hooded robe, and shook his hands aside.

The crimson fire suddenly rose, burning the tattered clothes clean.

At the same time, Klein silently grew 10 centimeters, and his appearance became quite ordinary.

Then, he judged the direction according to the stars in the sky, picked up a fallen branch to help, and quickly walked through the dark and depraved streets, and returned to the previous cheap hotel.

Until now, he didn't know what weakness he had.

In the single room of the cheap hotel, Klein changed into his own clothes and turned back into Gehrman Sparrow.

Looking at the thin and cold crazy adventurer in the mirror, he was silent for a few seconds, picked up a half-height silk top hat, and put it on top of his head.

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Above the houses that had turned into flat ground, the Cardinal of the Church of Storms, the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese, and the "Dark Blue Priest" Radar Valentine, who failed to catch the mouse, looked down silently, speechless for a long time.

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At No. 160 Boklund Street, the housekeeper Walter looked at the visitors outside the door in surprise and said:

"Bishop, you came here suddenly, what's the matter?"

Bishop Elektra laughed and said:

"I heard that Dawn is ill. I came to visit him. Maybe under the blessing of the goddess, he will recover soon."

. Nine Heavens Emperor