At this moment, the shadow seemed to have a real feel, cold and wet, and it immediately bound Klein inside, turning him into a mosquito in amber.

Klein's figure was immediately flattened and squeezed, degenerating into soft paper and quickly rotting into mud.

"Paper substitute"!

He sensed the danger in advance and used the "paper man substitute" in time!

His figure in black clerical robes then emerged from the other end of the table, his mouth open, ready to make a bang.

At this moment, Klein's mind suddenly became hazy, and he felt that everything around him became blurry and unclear.

He realized instantly that he was forcibly pulled into a dream!

He also used this to confirm one thing, that is, the ability to stay awake and rational in abnormal dreams has long been solidified into his own characteristics, and he no longer needs to rely on gray fog!

After a slight struggle, Klein woke up immediately 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 power.

The bullet hit the shadow, creating a large blank space.

The shadows around the blank space flowed back like water, filling it up. Everything returned to its original state. Klein seized this opportunity, rolled to the side, and made the glove on his left palm turn pale and then stained with dark green.

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

Klein vaguely felt that he was being weakened. Without thinking too much, he immediately let a layer of ice filled with cold air spread out from the soles of his feet.

Hoar frost condensed on it, quickly freezing the shadows. Under the clear crystals, darkness twisted and squirmed, like oil with a life of its own.

"Zombies" and "Frozen"!

Klein rolled again, changing his position, and at the same time, black particles appeared on his gloves, deep and dark.

Then, he stood up, facing the shadow under the ice, and uttered a word of demonic language full of filth:

"slow!"

Suddenly, Klein saw that the shadow's movement slowed down and became extremely rigid. However, his own thoughts also became stagnant, and he was unable to respond to subsequent attacks in time.

His "dirty words" were distorted. They were clearly directed at the shadow, but they were distorted to the entire living room, thus affecting himself.

In just a breath, Klein broke free from his slow state. Without thinking, he rushed to the dining table, picked up a plate with half a steak on it, and threw it towards the shadow.

During this process, although the glove on his left hand remained dark black, it had an evil and noble feeling.

"bribe"!

He is using steak to "bribe" the enemy, weakening the opponent's attack, defense and control capabilities!

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

Then, the shadow surged upward and transformed into a dark figure in a hooded robe.

In the palm of this figure, there was a transparent and blurry book, accompanied by a distant and ethereal chant:

“I came, I saw, I recorded.”

As soon as the chanting began, the book flipped rapidly, and a blazing white high-temperature flaming spear appeared in front.

Mr. A? Is he completely crazy? In such an environment, he actually dared to use a fire-related extraordinary ability? Klein's heart tightened, and his thoughts quickly turned. He hurriedly stepped towards the other party and dragged his left hand behind him.

"Creeping Hunger" quickly took on a dark, deep, corrupted color, and then condensed into an exaggerated giant sword composed of red magma and light blue flames.

Boom!

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

The muscles in his arms bulged high, and he swung the "Magma Sword" from bottom to top!

Puff! The gorgeous giant sword slashed the flaming spear, and bright white, light blue and scarlet light spots scattered in all directions at the same time, setting the chairs and curtains on fire.

The noisy whispers on the street outside had long since disappeared, and the vaguely visible figures all turned towards this side. It was extremely quiet.

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

Bang!

All the flames in the room were extinguished.

Klein didn't move. He felt as if there were a lot of eyes trying to penetrate the curtains, looking for anything unusual.

The hooded man made of shadows also did not move. He seemed to feel some unspeakable horror slowly approaching, even though he was very crazy just now.

In the dark house with only a hint of crimson moonlight, Klein and the other party were kneeling on one knee and standing against the wall, as if they had turned into two stone statues.

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

Finally, the roaring sound of a wild beast sounded again, one after another, intermittently, and the vaguely visible figures outside the window began to walk again, back and forth on the street.

Almost at the same time, Klein completed the initial control of the target "Spirit Line", and the hooded man's movement to pounce suddenly became sluggish!

Without hesitation, Klein half-bent his body and circled around, preparing to take advantage of the opponent's high latency to interrupt his subsequent counterattack and transform him into a puppet bit by bit.

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

A-choo!

Klein sneezed heavily and lost control of the "Spirit Thread". Moreover, his throat began to ache and snot began to form.

He has a cold!

During the fierce battle, he caught a cold!

After suspecting that the other party was Mr. A, Klein had actually been preventing the "witch's" disease because he had fought with Mr. A before and suffered a great loss under this ability. However, in the battle where he had no time to think too much, he miscalculated one thing, that is, his own physical condition had already declined a lot due to the plague infection of the real witch Panatia, and he could not hold on until the puppet transformation was completed. He could not even wait for the initial control to deepen and the opportunity to launch a fatal attack with "air bullets"!

A-choo!

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

Of course, thanks to his previous "bribe", his condition was not serious. It would only affect his control of the "spiritual thread" and would not make him unable to fight.

As he rolled, Klein saw from the corner of his eye that the enemy had escaped from the shadow state, and his hood slipped back, revealing a beautiful female face. It was Mr. A.

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

However, his eyes were already bloodshot, and looking at Klein was like seeing a sumptuous meal. He did not hide his instinctive hunger from the bottom of his heart at all.

At this moment, Klein's mood was not at all low, because he still had enough strength to fight.

What he was most worried about was not Mr. A, but the increasingly fierce battle between the two sides, which would create fire that they would have no time to take care of and bring in those dangerous beings outside. By then, both of them would be unable to escape death!

Hungry... The intense hunger had caused Mr. A to completely lose his mind, and he no longer cared about the people coming and going on the street... If he could alleviate his hunger a little, he would probably stop attacking and wait patiently for the red moon to be covered by the fog again... Give him some "food"? As his thoughts raced, Klein almost cut off a piece of his own flesh and threw it to the other party.

Fortunately, he thought of one thing in time:

I brought food with me!

Those were dried mushrooms made by Frank Lee. It was said that they were a cross between beef and a little flesh and blood of the "Rose Bishop". They could reproduce as long as there were fish and water.

Because this is already a new species at a subtle level and no longer has a substantial relationship with the "Rose Bishop", Klein put it together with commonly used herbal powders such as Deep Sleep Flower and never took it out, not worrying that it would cause changes in the seal core behind the Chanis Gate.

Achoo! Another sneeze, and another roll. Klein took out a dried mushroom and threw it at Mr. A.

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

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

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

His gaze finally eased a little, and he looked at the vague figure walking back and forth outside the window, then stepped back to the corner and blended into the shadows.

Huh... Klein exhaled silently and retreated to the other corner.

Mr. A is not dead yet... I have to say, in this environment, the ability of the "Rose Bishop" can indeed provide great help. Just the flesh and blood stored in advance and eating himself can sustain for a long time... Of course, Mr. A has not been killed by "Lady Despair" Panatia, which is enough to show his strength. However, his recorded demigod-level extraordinary abilities must have been used up... Klein thought and considered speaking, trying to get some words from Mr. A:

"Have you found any clues to leave?"

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

Crazy enough to be unable to communicate? Klein pondered for two seconds and uttered a name:

"Leo Master."

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

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

"Was he 'sent' in, too?"

As expected, only the Aurora Society’s affairs could be responded to… Klein said calmly:

"No, he is trapped in the ruins of the God War."

Without waiting for Mr. A to 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 the same outside. The same dangers are everywhere. All the dangers originate from there. All the people who disappear will reappear under the red moon..."

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

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