The one running in the front was Maric, his slightly messy hair was completely blown backwards by the wind, and his facial expression was distorted and hideous.

His speed was faster than that of a steam train at its highest peak, and in a flash, he arrived at the entrance of the open space.

But even so, he still couldn't get rid of the pursuers behind him.

The man closest to him was as pale as he was. There were a few faint black spots on his face, as if they were the marks left after a rotten wound healed. The malice in his eyes was completely undisguised and unsuppressed, like a zombie craving for fresh flesh and blood more than a human. Klein guessed that this man should be Jason, a Sequence 6.

The distance between Jason and Maric was kept within seven or eight meters, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter, over and over again.

A dozen meters behind them, a figure was being left further and further away. It was a thin but strong man with short hair that stood up like spikes.

As he swung his arms, a metallic glow emanated from the tips of his palms, reflecting the faint crimson moonlight. Those were black nails as long as daggers!

"Werewolf" Tyr... Klein silently recited the other party's code name and name in his mind, and a blood-spattered wall, intestines hanging on a protruding position, and bloody limbs and internal organs scattered all over the ground appeared in his mind.

Dengdengdeng!

Maric was running as fast as he could, Jason gritted his teeth and chased after him desperately. The healed black spots on his face had swelled up to a transparent state, as if rotten liquid was about to drip out.

Wherever the two men passed, puddles of water and muddy soil on the ground quickly formed white frost, freezing inch by inch.

The withered weeds were blown high by the strong wind created by the two men, and as they slowly fell, they rotted and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from the frosty soil and accurately grabbed Jason's ankle.

Bang!

Jason twisted his body and kicked hard, breaking the wrist of the hand and sending it flying. The flesh at the end had already rotted away, and white maggots were wriggling out one after another.

Maric paused, pinched his lips with his right hand, and whistled shrilly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dirt at different locations in the open space was uncovered, and expressionless corpses sat up one after another.

At the same time, a cold wind suddenly swirled, and countless transparent shadows seemed to smell the scent of a blood feast. No one wanted to be left behind and rushed towards Jason. Some pulled his arms, some pulled his calves, and some simply hugged his head.

Jason paused and snorted.

The shadows immediately flew backwards, some disappeared with screams, and some were lost on the spot.

Almost instantly, Maric and Jason raised their right hands at the same time, with their thumbs erect and placed next to their index fingers, while their index fingers were aimed at each other.

Silently, the air separating the two people exploded, and wisps of black gas billowed upwards.

Maric took a step back, and a few strands of his messy hair withered and fell down.

"Maric, you are still so weak and still don't know how to use the power of desire!" Jason laughed hoarsely.

At this time, "Werewolf" Tyr rushed to his side, but Steve, the Sequence 5 warrior in charge of this operation, was still nowhere to be found.

"Don't rush to deal with Maric. Wait for Sharon to rescue him. Lord Steve will be here soon. Werewolf." Tel lowered his voice and said to Jason.

He immediately stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips:

"I wonder what Sharon would look like without clothes..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Jason turned his head. His pale face was gloomy, and two identical figures vaguely appeared in his eyes:

A black court dress, light golden hair, a delicate face, and bloodless skin!

Bang!

He stretched out his hands and grabbed the "werewolf" Tyr's neck, and a creaking sound of bones breaking out followed.

The "ghost" Sharon is coming!

Tail inhaled sharply, causing his neck to swell like a water pipe and causing stiff black hairs to grow there, briefly resisting the force that was about to break his trachea and cervical vertebrae.

His eyes gradually rolled back, his bright red tongue stuck out, and sticky saliva kept dripping down both sides of his lips.

However, his right hand reached into his pocket accurately and steadily, breaking a certain preset spiritual shackle!

The entire open space and warehouses surrounding it suddenly lit up, and the crimson moonlight filled the place.

The force Jason used to strangle the "werewolf" Tyr's neck rapidly diminished, and a figure wearing a small soft hat appeared behind him.

A smile that was both smug and cruel appeared on Tyr's face, and he took out a shrunken "full moon" from his pocket with his right hand. A crimson "full moon"!

It was a dark red ornament that continuously emitted a peaceful glow. It was in the shape of a full moon, inlaid with scarlet gems all around, with the symbol of the moon and many mysterious signs in the middle.

Sharon instinctively narrowed her eyes and took two steps back, the unreal feeling quickly fading away.

Her legs seemed unable to support her weight any longer, and she fell softly to the ground, her complicated black court dress covered with dust and mud.

Werewolf Tyr raised the palm-sized round ornament that glowed with crimson light, panting and laughing:

"Master Steve is right. You will definitely try to counterattack. And the person you are controlling, Sharon, must be Jason, who is one level higher than me. So, he gave me the Crimson Moon Corona."

"Guess where he is now?"

This... This is different from what Sharon expected... It seems that I can only choose the best time to attack... Klein frowned as he watched and listened, and forced himself to suppress the anxiety that was rising in his heart.

At this time, Werewolf Tyr was not in a hurry to attack, because he knew that the longer the effect of the Crimson Moon Crown lasted, the weaker Sharon would be and the more painful Maric would be.

Jason's already cold eyes were now filled with brutal madness, and no rationality could be found anymore.

He was also affected by the "Crimson Moon Corona", but being accustomed to indulging his desires, he did not feel any pain. Instead, he was full of desire for the fresh flesh and blood before him.

"He!"

Jason let out a low growl from his throat that was not like that of a human, and the hairs on his exposed skin turned white.

At this moment, Sharon raised her arms with difficulty and took off the black glove on her right palm with her left hand. Jason just pounced on her, and the surrounding soil was covered with a thin layer of ice!

Suddenly, endless illusory light burst out from Sharon's palm.

They absorbed Sharon's spiritual energy and intertwined in front of the puppet-like figure to form a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and filled with indescribable smells.

The door shook, creaked open, and a gap appeared!

Within the gap, pairs of arms, some pale, some transparent, some full of teeth, some bloody and skinless, stretched out, crossed the void, and grabbed the "zombie" Jason!

Pairs of indescribable eyes were densely packed in the darkness behind the door, quietly staring at the prey in front of them.

Before Jason could even react, he was grabbed by those arms, entangled by those slippery and illusory tentacles, and tied up by the blue-black vines that looked like baby faces!

These strange creatures cried and laughed, trying their best to drag the "zombie" Jason behind the door.

Even though his mind was completely controlled by bloodlust and desire for killing, Jason still instinctively felt fear.

"He!"

The sound in his throat suddenly intensified, and layers of frost suddenly condensed on those arms that made people's scalps tingle. The blue-black vines that highlighted the faces of babies groaned in pain, and rotten, muddy yellow liquid kept dripping.

The pulling force slowed but did not disappear.

Jason kept driving the ghosts to interfere, just like throwing a stone into the sea. He tried to use spells from the realm of death, but it didn't produce much effect.

His body was moving forward step by step towards the crack of the illusory mysterious door uncontrollably and firmly, occasionally struggling to retreat a little.

Because he had taken a sedative beforehand, Maric was not completely defeated by the pain. He took this opportunity to take out the last two sedatives, snapped the bottle tubes, and drank one and a half in one breath with the glass shards.

The suppressed malice in his eyes weakened, the distortion on his face returned to normal, and his gaze quickly turned to the "werewolf" Tyr.

At the same time, with a flash of the ground, Taier's thin but strong body disappeared from the spot and came to a dozen meters away.

When his figure was outlined there, there was still an illusory scene left at the original position. A black gas as if with life rose from the ground, penetrated the residual image, swayed and disappeared.

Tyr didn't use "flash" because he didn't have any extraordinary ability in this area.

He relies on the extreme speed brought by the "Crimson Moon Corona"!

The speed that can leave an afterimage!

At this time, Klein, who was hiding in the shadows on top of the warehouse, reached his left hand into his pocket and touched the iron cigarette box, removing the "spiritual cage" on the surface and lightly opened the box.

He believed that the "Ghost" Steve must have arrived at the scene. Otherwise, if the stalemate continued, Jason would definitely be dragged behind the scary door. Even with the blessing of the "Crimson Moon Corona", the "Werewolf" Tyr would not be able to deal with Maric in a short time. By then, Sharon would use the "Mysterious Door" to target the werewolf, and the "Crimson Moon Corona" would change its owner.

As soon as Klein's fingers touched the "All Black Eye" inside the iron cigarette box, his mind began to ring, filled with crazy, filthy, and terrifying mutterings!

Those were terrifying mutterings that made one's blood vessels bulge, eyes burst, and head feel like it could explode at any time.

And in this mumbling, Klein saw strange, mysterious, and illusory black threads. They were divided into multiple groups, some extending to Sharon's body, and some coming from the "werewolf" Tyr. They intertwined with each other but penetrated into the void without entanglement.

Among them, many black lines come from places not far from Maric but not overlapping!

"Ghost" Steve! He wants to possess Maric! Klein thought and retracted his left hand.

Instead of drawing his gun and shooting, he snapped his fingers silently.

Boom!

There was a sudden explosion in the gap between the two warehouses. The surging flames and heat caused a figure in a black double-breasted frock coat to float out.

After attracting other people's attention, Klein quickly drew his gun and pulled the trigger towards the location in his memory.

At the same time, the dark golden sunbird brooch on his chest flashed a gleam of light.

He attached "Purification Slash" to "Purification Bullet"!

Bang!

The bullet shot out with a pale golden light.

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