Suddenly, Klein had that familiar feeling again, as if every tree, every leaf, every stone, and every blade of grass around him wanted to kill him.

Seeing that the strange net made of debris, paper and other garbage was about to pounce on him, his body suddenly collapsed and became thinner, turning into a paper man.

whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The branches, like sharp arrows, pierced through the paper man and fell far away, and the strange net immediately completely wrapped up everything there, twisting it into a ball and wriggling gently.

Klein's body appeared seven or eight meters to the side, knowing that the attack he had worried about had finally come.

Without any observation or hesitation, he reached into his pocket with his right hand and took out the adventurer's harmonica.

The situation he had just encountered made him realize that the attacker was most likely a demigod from the Rose School, an enemy he was currently unable to defeat!

The one who hunted down Sharon had given him a similar feeling!

At this moment, the paper figures in his pocket suddenly flew out and stuck to his face, one after another, layer upon layer!

At the same time, Klein's sleeves automatically tightened, restraining his arms and forearms, preventing his palm from reaching down.

His taraba shirt, his brown jacket, shrank inward like a giant bear hug!

In just a second or two, he was bound in place by his own clothes, pants, and shoes, his face was covered with paper figures, his ribs were about to break, and breathing became extremely difficult.

Klein was mentally prepared and had extensive combat experience, so he did not panic at this moment. He pressed the thumb and middle finger of his unaffected right hand together, making a snapping sound.

Red flames suddenly rose up at the bend of his legs, burning the trouser legs tightly wrapped around his knees clean, and then spread upwards and downwards.

Seizing this opportunity, Klein straightened his knees, bounced up with difficulty, and pounced to the right like a cannonball that had just been fired and fell to the ground without any strength.

He was in mid-air and snapped his fingers again, this time setting the sleeve of his right arm on fire!

Where he had originally stood, the green grass suddenly withered, and the black ground instantly turned white, as if it had been weathered for a long time.

The attack came silently and without any warning. If Klein had not known that the enemy was powerful and that he would have been faced with an attack that he could not resist if he had stayed in the same position, and had not removed the impact on his legs first, he would have been severely injured and had lost his ability to fight, and even his life.

With a snapping sound, two spots on Klein's sleeves caught fire. His right palm finally had room to move. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the Adventurer's Harmonica.

thump!

He fell to the ground, rolled over, and immediately pushed his body up with his right hand, then snapped his fingers with his left palm wearing a human leather glove.

This time, his target was the paper people that were stuck to his face and made it difficult for him to breathe.

Bang!

The paper man burst into flames, and the red flames almost burned Klein's hair.

At this moment, a scene suddenly flashed through his mind:

A thin arrow made of ice crystals and dyed dark green flew towards his head at an extremely fast speed!

Because of its fast speed and its transparency, this thin arrow cannot be detected normally!

But even if Klein had a premonition of danger, it was already a little too late, because his movements were still affected by the constraints of his clothes, and he didn't have time to completely avoid it.

As the thought flashed through his mind, he barely bent his waist, and his upper body fell backwards, moving a lot to the right.

puff!

The cold, tiny ice arrow hit his left chest, instantly shattering the brown jacket and white round-necked shirt in that area into pieces and scattering them into the air.

However, the deadly ice arrow could not move forward because blocking its way was a book with a dark brown cover.

This book looked ordinary, with the inner pages bound by common yellow-brown parchment, but it was not torn like the two layers of clothing on the outside, and there was not even a single crack.

"Groselle's Travels"!

This is an item that was not damaged by the direct bombardment of the "Lightning Storm" of the "Poseidon's Scepter" plus a little power of the mysterious space!

Klein, who was frightened by the "I saw you" telegram last night, undoubtedly added new protection measures and prepared all the methods he could think of!

In addition to hiding the travel journal close to his body in a vital part, he also placed an iron cigarette box in the other pocket, which contained the contaminated "fire" gloves. Once the situation was not right, he would remove the spiritual wall and throw out this item to see if he could attract the attention of the "true creator" and let Him send his strong men to make the situation even more chaotic.

He knew that evil gods such as the "True Creator" also hated the "Mother Tree of Desire"!

After blocking the icy arrow, Klein fell down and rolled to the side. He put the adventurer's harmonica to his mouth and blew it hard.

At this time, his face was a little blackened by the smoke from the burning paper man, but because of the help of "fire control", he was not injured.

Then, he felt the clothes that bound his left arm, waist, thighs, neck and feet returned to normal, allowing him to regain his freedom.

While playing the harmonica, he quickly opened his spiritual vision and saw the messenger lady walk out from the void. The four blonde, red-eyed heads in her hands turned on their own and looked at the same place.

One of the heads hummed, opened its mouth and took a breath.

A chilly wind blew, and a figure was forcibly pulled out of the green trees by an invisible force about a hundred meters away from Klein.

The figure could no longer remain invisible to others and quickly became semi-transparent and semi-real.

He was a brown-black old man with sparse white hair and deep wrinkles. His facial features were very characteristic of the southern continent. As soon as his brown eyes reflected the appearance of Renette Tinicole, his brows couldn't help but twitch, and then he opened his mouth without hesitation, as if he was going to give the other party the ultimate curse that had been brewing in his long silence.

At this moment, the other head held by Renette Tinicole also opened its mouth, as if making a silent scream.

So, nothing happened in this woods.

Upon seeing this, Jax quickly turned his head and looked at Klein. Before Klein could react, the other person's figure with sparse white hair and exaggerated wrinkles appeared in his left and right eyes!

His mind suddenly turned cold, and his thoughts were not slow, but he had lost control of his body. He could only watch the white-haired old man disappear, and he turned to face the messenger lady.

The two heads held by Renette Tinicole suddenly flew out and came in front of Klein. One of them opened its mouth and breathed in, and the other's red eyes darkened, and its teeth became longer and sharper, between illusion and reality.

Klein saw the translucent old man with sparse white hair being forcibly "pulled" out of his body, and then the head of the messenger lady with longer teeth bit his shoulder and tore off a large piece of something that looked like a spirit or a flesh body.

Jax frowned, but without screaming, his figure suddenly disappeared and jumped into a piece of glass a hundred meters away.

Then, he seemed to be chased by invisible hands and invisible enemies, and he flashed in shallow puddles, animal eyes, dewdrops on grass, and other places. He finally got a chance to catch his breath. At this time, Klein's body was still a little stiff, and he felt cold from the inside out.

Huh... Jax entered the spirit world and walked out again, with a wet, sticky, palm-sized little man in his hand.

There was only one hole on the little man's face, from which was breathing out the gray-white mist that Klein felt was familiar.

Jax didn't hesitate and stuffed the little man into his mouth.

Seeing this, the other two heads held by Renette Tinicole also broke away from her hands and flew towards Jax at the same time as the previous ones, at such a fast speed that they arrived almost instantly.

But Jax had begun to change.

His body surface turned black, his skin wrinkled, and secreted obvious water stains. His hair, eyebrows, etc. all withered and fell off, and his limbs became thinner and longer.

In just a second, Jax seemed to be assimilated by the little man and turned into a large, black, wet baby with spindly limbs, swollen and wrinkled skin!

His eyes, nose, mouth and ears moved away from their original positions and moved to the center of his face, as if they were gathering together to form a new organ.

His skin, his arms, and the shape of his new organs all carried an indescribable mystery and evil. Klein only took a look and his body, which had just recovered from the cold, became extremely itchy. Red spots composed of fine particles appeared on his skin.

His eyes were undoubtedly stinging with pain, and he instinctively closed them tightly, squeezing out tears.

When he calmed down a little through meditation and opened his eyes again, he found that the messenger lady and the demigod of the Rose School had disappeared.

However, Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the two were still nearby, engaging in fierce battles sometimes in the spiritual world and sometimes outside. Whether it was the falling of leaves, the swaying of weeds, the crawling of insects, or the running of wild beasts, they all represented confrontations.

As soon as the thought came to him, Klein took out the "Death Knell" revolver and quickly pinched the first joint of his index finger twice with his left thumb.

Countless illusory lines appeared in his eyes, allowing him to see something different from normal vision and spiritual vision:

The two dense balls of black lines that swam rapidly around him and entangled back and forth symbolized Renette Tinicole and the demigod of the Rose School!

In addition to these, Klein also discovered that in the distance there was a dense group of illusory black lines that were rapidly moving towards his position, pausing from time to time to avoid the two demigods who were in fierce battle.

There is another enemy? The enemy who was hiding in the distance waiting for the result, but now decided to join the battle? In short, in this situation, the one approaching secretly can be said to be an enemy! Klein's eyes moved slightly, and he pulled the hammer of the "Death Knell", letting it droop naturally, in a fatal attack state.

Then, pretending not to notice the illusory black line, he reached into his pocket with his left hand, grabbed a gold coin, and made it jump and roll secretly between his fingers in a divination-like gesture.

He was interfering with the spiritual intuition of danger of those approaching!

After losing the paper man, he could only use this method.

After waiting patiently for two seconds until the other party entered the shooting range, Klein's eyes became serious. He suddenly raised his right hand, aimed in that direction, and pulled the trigger!