Chapter 104 "Feeding"

At this moment, the shadow seemed to have a sense of reality. It was cold and wet, and immediately bound Klein inside, turning him into a mosquito in amber.

Klein's figure was immediately squashed and shrunk, reduced to soft paper, and quickly rotted into mud.

"Paper doll stand-in"!

Aware of the danger in advance, he used the "paper doll substitute" in time!

His figure in black cleric robes then emerged at the other end of the dining table, his mouth open, about to make a bang.

At this moment, Klein's mind was suddenly in a trance, and he felt that everything around him became blurred and not clear enough.

He understood in an instant that he was forcibly drawn into a dream!

And he also used this to confirm one thing, that is, the ability to stay awake and rational in abnormal dreams has already solidified into his own characteristics, and there is no need to rely on gray fog!

After struggling a little, Klein immediately came to his senses, and saw the shadows in the house slowly rushing towards him like a tide.

boom!

He opened his mouth and created an air bullet with extremely strong penetrating power.

The bullet hit the shadow, and a large blank space was directly burst out.

The shadows around the blank space were like water flowing backwards, filling it up, and everything returned to its original state. Klein seized this opportunity, rolled to the side, and made the glove on his left palm pale and stained with a dark green.

With a snap, the place where he was originally was hit by a mass of flesh and blood flying out of the shadows, covering the dark red carpet covered with strange mold.

Indistinctly, Klein had a feeling that he was being weakened. Without thinking about it, he immediately let a layer of ice filled with cold air spread out from the soles of his feet.

The hoarfrost condensed on the top, quickly freezing the shadows, and under the clear crystals, the pitch black twisted and squirmed, like oil with its own life.

"Frozen" of "Living Corpse"!

Klein rolled over again, changing his position, and at the same time making the glove stand out with black particles, deep and gloomy.

Immediately afterwards, he straightened his body, faced the shadow under the ice layer, and spit out demonic words full of filth:

"slow!"

Suddenly,

Klein saw that the speed of the shadow's movement slowed down, appearing extremely dull. However, his own thoughts also became stagnant, and he was unable to receive the follow-up attack in time.

His "filthy words" were distorted, and it was clearly aimed at the shadow, but it was distorted into the entire living room, thus affecting himself.

In just one breath, Klein broke free from his slow state, threw himself at the dining table without thinking, picked up a plate containing half a steak, and threw it towards the shadow.

During this process, although the glove on his left palm remained dark, it had a strange and noble feeling.

"bribe"!

He is "bribing" the enemy with steak, weakening the opponent's attack, defense and control ability!

At this moment, the shadow suddenly retracted to the corner of the wall, causing the dinner plate to hit the melting ice and shatter into multiple pieces.

Then, the shadow surged upwards, evolving into a dark figure in a hooded robe.

In the palm of this figure, there is already a transparent and fuzzy book, accompanied by a distant and ethereal chant:

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

As soon as the chant sounded, the book was flipped quickly, and a blazing and high-temperature flame spear was produced in front of it.

Mr. a? Is he completely insane? In such an environment, how dare he use extraordinary abilities like flames? Klein's heart tightened, his thoughts changed sharply, and he hurriedly stepped towards the opponent, dragging his left hand behind him.

"Squirming Hunger" quickly took on a dark, deep and depraved color, and then condensed an exaggerated giant sword composed of crimson magma and light blue flame.

Boom!

Klein stomped heavily, pulled his back, moved his shoulders, and fiercely sent out his left arm.

The muscles of his arm swelled up, and he swung the "Magma Sword" from bottom to top!

puff! The gorgeously shaped giant sword struck the flaming spear, and the white, light blue, and scarlet light spots burst out in all directions at the same time, igniting the chairs and the curtains.

The noisy whispers on the street outside had disappeared long ago, and the faintly visible figures all turned to this side, extremely quiet.

After smashing the flame spear, Klein bent his knees, knelt down on one leg, and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Snapped!

All the flames in the room were extinguished.

Klein didn't move anymore. He always felt that there were dense eyes trying to penetrate the curtains, looking for abnormalities.

The hooded man made of shadows also did not move at all. He, who was still crazy just now, seemed to feel some kind of unspeakable horror slowly approaching.

In the dark house with only a little crimson moonlight, Klein and the other party knelt on one knee, and the other stood against the wall, as if they had become two stone statues.

In the extremely unbearable absolute silence, time passed extremely slowly. Klein just counted ten seconds silently, and he had the illusion that an hour had passed.

Finally, the roaring sound of a wild beast sounded again, intermittently, intermittently, and the faintly visible figures outside the window also started to walk again, back and forth on the street.

Almost at the same time, Klein completed the preliminary control of the target "spiritual body string", and the movement of the hooded man who wanted to save suddenly became sluggish!

Without hesitation, Klein half-bowed his body and circled around, preparing to use the opponent's high latency state to interrupt his subsequent counterattack and turn him into a puppet bit by bit.

At this moment, his nose suddenly itched, and he opened his mouth uncontrollably.

Ah Choo!

Klein sneezed heavily and lost control of the "spiritual body string". Moreover, his throat began to hurt, and his nose gradually formed.

He caught a cold!

During the fierce battle, he caught a cold!

After suspecting that the other party was Mr. A, Klein was actually preventing the "witch" from getting sick, because he had fought against Mr. A before, and suffered a big loss from this ability. However, in the battle before he had time to think about it, he miscalculated. One thing, that is, his own physique has already dropped a lot during the plague infection of the real witch Pannadia, and he can't last until the transformation of the puppet is completed. Even if the initial control is deepened, there is a chance to use the "air bullet" to activate Deadly attacks can't wait!

Ah Choo!

Klein sneezed and rolled over to transfer. At the same time, he switched the "Squirming Hunger" to the "Corrupted Baron" state, and tried to use the "Twisting" ability on himself to see if he could reduce the impact of the cold.

Of course, thanks to his "bribery" just now, his condition is not serious, but it will only affect the manipulation of the "spiritual body thread", and it will not make him unable to fight.

While tumbling, Klein saw from the corner of his eyes that the enemy had escaped from the shadow state, and the hood slid back, revealing a beautiful, feminine face. It was Mr. A.

This envoy of the Aurora Society has survived in such a harsh environment until now!

However, his eyes were already blood red, and looking at Klein was like seeing a sumptuous meal, and he didn't hide the instinctive hunger from his heart at all.

At this moment, Klein didn't feel depressed at all, because he still had enough strength to fight.

What he is most worried about is not Mr. A, but that the increasingly fierce battle between the two sides will create flames that he has no time to take care of, and bring in those dangerous existences outside. At that time, both of them will die!

Hunger... The intense hunger has made Mr. A completely lose his mind, and he no longer cares about the figures coming and going on the street... If he can relieve his hunger a little, he should stop attacking and wait patiently for the red moon to be covered by the mist again... ...give him some "food"? As his thoughts raced, Klein almost cut a piece of his own flesh and threw it to the other party.

Fortunately, he thought of one thing in time:

Bring food with you!

It was a dried mushroom made by Frank Lee. It is said that beef and a little bit of flesh and blood of "Bishop Rosa" were crossed. As long as there are fish and water, they can continue to reproduce.

Because this is already a new species on a subtle level, and has no substantial relationship with "Rose Bishop", Klein put it together with commonly used herbal powders such as deep sleep flowers, and never took it out, not worried that it would cause investigation. Changes to the Seal Core behind the Nice Gate.

Sneeze, another sneeze, another rollover, Klein had already taken out a dried mushroom and threw it at Mr. A.

Maybe it was the smell of beef that attracted the other party, or maybe it was the induction between "Bishop Rose", Mr. A immediately stopped trying to flip through the illusory book, took the mushroom, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

The hunger in his eyes gradually faded a little, but his gaze on Klein remained unchanged.

With two swishes, Klein also threw the remaining dried mushrooms over. Mr. A caught them one by one and ate them all without hesitation.

His sight finally eased, he looked at the faintly visible figure walking back and forth outside the window, stepped back to the corner step by step, and merged into the shadow.

Phew... Klein let out a breath, and retreated to the other corner of the wall.

Mr. A is not dead yet... I have to say that in this environment, the ability of "Bishop Rose" can indeed provide great help, just the flesh and blood stored in advance and eating himself can last for a long time...Of course, Mr. A He has never been killed by "Lady of Despair" Panatia, which is enough to show his strength, but his recorded demigod-level extraordinary abilities must have been exhausted... Klein thought about it while he spoke, wanting to get a lesson from Mr. A. Put some words there:

"Have you found any clues to leave?"

There was silence on the other side, and Mr. A did not respond at all.

Too crazy to communicate? Klein pondered for two seconds before spitting out a name:

"Leo Master."

This is the name of the "Black Saint" of the Aurora Society with split personality.

After a brief silence, Mr. A's slightly hoarse voice finally sounded:

"Has he been 'sent' in too?"

Sure enough, only the affairs of the Aurora Society can get a response... Klein said frankly:

"No, he was trapped in the ruins of the battle of the gods."

Before Mr. A could speak, he said to himself:

"Why don't you go into that church?"

Mr. A said hoarsely and vaguely:

"It's dangerous out there, very dangerous...

"It's also outside, the same danger, all dangers originate there, and all the people who disappeared will reappear under the red moon..."

Before he finished speaking, the crimson moonlight that penetrated the curtain suddenly became extremely dim.