As soon as she saw a stranger appearing on the opposite side, Ms. Despair immediately condensed a sharp and crystal ice spear in her palm and threw it at the target.

Using the recoil, she tried to crash backwards through the car and into the street.

She was not without doubts about this sudden situation and the strangely appearing enemy. On the contrary, she was very puzzled. She didn't understand why someone could find her so quickly when she was hiding her whereabouts. This was as difficult as destroying a metropolis or teleporting directly from Backlund to East Balam in the southern continent.

But as a Sequence 4 "Witch of Despair", who has grown step by step from an "Assassin", she understands that she cannot be distracted or talk nonsense at critical moments, and it is not too late to consider all the problems afterwards.

So, she chose to attack directly, hoping to take the opportunity to escape.

She could already imagine that wherever the ice spear passed, white frost condensed, freezing the world. The strange woman with black hair and black eyes was frozen in layers of crystal, and she had to break through the obstacles with great difficulty before she had enough energy to catch up.

By that time, she must have left the street and blended into the crowd.

However, the scene she expected did not appear. The crystal clear and dreamy ice spear disappeared silently in the air as soon as it left her hand, and no one knew where it went.

Angel! The Witch of Despair focused her eyes, and black flames suddenly rose from her body, spreading the disease and intending to ignite everything around her, creating a large-scale fire.

At this moment, her body trembled strangely and froze in place.

She saw her left hand disappearing centimeter by centimeter and spreading rapidly upwards, unable to be stopped.

In her eyes, the pupils of the beautiful and dull woman opposite her were deep and dark, as if hiding a pure lightless darkness.

"You are not! You are..."

The words of the Witch of Despair came to an abrupt end, and her entire body was like a sketch that was quietly erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.

Her last look was filled with fear and despair. The place where she sat was completely empty, as if no one had ever sat there.

The beautiful woman with a dull expression pulled the hood of her classical robe, the corners of her mouth moved almost imperceptibly, and her figure disappeared in an instant.

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On a trackless public carriage in suburban Queens.

Triss was wearing a veiled hat and sitting quietly in the corner.

She did not run straight for the Tussock River and flee down it, as others had assumed, or head for the nearest railroad and climb aboard a train.

She chose to return to Backlund.

Only this metropolis with a population of over 5 million, where various secret forces and many extraordinary people are mixed together, can help her avoid the subsequent tracking of the Witch Sect!

At this moment, she was extremely nervous and was always on guard against the terrible old butler Finkel.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy.

When her vision returned to normal, she found that she had miraculously left the public carriage and was standing beside a muddy road in the suburbs.

Triss's pupils contracted rapidly and she looked around warily.

Then, she saw a figure wearing a classical robe and a black hood, and noticed the other person's black eyes hidden in the shadows.

For some reason, Triss seemed to have returned to her infancy, so weak that she had no power to resist.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead and her legs were shaking violently, but she was unable to move.

This is the most terrifying enemy I have ever faced... Even the high-ranking witches I met before didn't give me a similar feeling... Am I going to die here... Is my escape plan, which I have refused to give up despite facing failure again and again, going to end completely... A strong sense of despair and uncontrollable sadness occupied Triss's heart, and she seemed to have fallen into the deepest nightmare.

Suddenly, a faint blue light flashed before her eyes, lifting the "curse" that prevented her from moving.

Triss looked ahead again, and the terrifying figure was no longer there. Everything that had just happened seemed like the most real illusion.

But when Triss lowered her head, she was shocked to find that the sapphire ring on her left little finger had been shattered into pieces at some point and had lost all its luster.

Snap, snap, snap, the remains of the ring and gem fell one after another.

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Klein rolled and tumbled, bypassing the collapsed stone pillars and Mr. A who was seriously injured and was receiving treatment, and ran to the opposite entrance.

As for the slowly condensing features left by the Master Key, he didn't even look at them, for fear of being blocked by Mr. A.

He knew very well that even if he had all the magical items and was fully prepared, he might not be a match for the "Shepherd". What's more, he only had the Azik copper whistle and three kinds of extraordinary bullets, and he didn't even have a match left.

Even though Mr. A was seriously injured, Klein didn't dare to take the risk. He heard that the "Rose Bishop" in the pre-sequence of "Shepherd" was extremely proficient in flesh magic, and was not much worse than himself in treating physical injuries, who could transfer wounds!

Creak!

He opened the heavy door.

The natural light outside shone up, the clouds in the sky were tinted a thin pale yellow, and the sun was pale and dim.

Klein rushed out and found that he was actually in the mountains. Surrounded by towering high peaks, this place made it extremely hidden.

He ran madly, and didn't even take the mountain road. Instead, relying on his "clown" skills, he went directly down the slope, sometimes rolling and sometimes using trees to jump up.

Crash!

He heard the sound of the river flowing. It was right in front of him, right below him!

But at this moment, a strong wind blew and swept towards his back.

Klein acted decisively, his knees softened, and he rolled diagonally forward.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The place where he was originally standing and the direction he was moving in were cut into deep grooves by the wind blades.

Mr. A fell from the wind, covered with a cloak of blood that was still wriggling.

He pointed his finger, and pieces of flesh flew out of his body, expanded in the air, and suddenly exploded.

Boom!

Drops of blood and bits of flesh flew everywhere. Klein used his hands to push himself sideways, dodging most of the attacks and hiding behind a giant tree.

The huge trees were splattered with blood holes, and signs of decay quickly spread around them.

Klein had already loaded his revolver with bullets while running. Just as he was about to raise his hand to shoot Mr. A's eyes, he saw a deep darkness emerging in his eyes.

Suddenly, Klein realized that although the scenery around him had not changed at all, he had been forcibly dragged into a dream.

He once killed a Nightmare, or at least a Nightmare... Klein stayed awake and saw Mr. A flash to the side against logic, turning into a long blood-red blanket that enveloped him and made it impossible to escape.

Want to rely on nightmares to scare my heart into stopping? Klein thought for a moment and responded.

This is his dream. When he is awake, he can simulate anything!

Then, a pure, dazzling golden sun appeared at the spot, and the bright and scorching flames instantly ignited everything around it.

Klein imagined the scene when he saw the "Eternal Blazing Sun" in the "Dream Divination"!

Almost at the same time, he came out of the dream and heard a muffled groan.

Mr. A took a step back, with two streams of blood flowing from his nose.

The surface of the robe woven of flesh and blood was flowing slowly, as if it was melting.

Bang!

Klein snapped his fingers and set fire to the trees thirty or forty meters away.

Under his feet, the weeds that had long since turned yellow were burning, and flames rose up and enveloped his body.

Mr. A's face, which was originally too handsome to look like a man, suddenly had a bit more feminine beauty. In his hand, he condensed a crystal clear, cold and weightless ice spear and threw it at the burning tree dozens of meters away.

As soon as Klein jumped out of the flames, the dreamy, transparent tip of a gun appeared in his pupils.

The tip of the gun grew larger and clearer, filling his entire eye.

Klein suddenly pounced sideways, with a thin layer of white frost covering his body.

The transparent gun immediately extinguished the flames and caused a thick layer of ice to spread rapidly in all directions, about to envelop Klein.

Klein, who was in mid-air, suddenly curled up into a ball and half-turned his body so that his head was facing downwards.

He stretched out his left hand, pressed lightly on the ice, and flew into the air again, escaping from the cold realm, but the surface skin of his palm was frozen at the point of contact and was torn off with a sharp sound.

After rolling to his feet, Klein reached into his pocket and pulled out his homemade "Sleeping Charm".

Just as he opened his mouth and was about to utter the opening spell, his nose suddenly felt itchy and he sneezed.

A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!

He had a headache and a fever, and was sneezing, but he was completely unable to fight back.

Sick? Infected with a disease? As soon as Klein realized what was going on, he felt countless invisible threads rolling up at him, wrapping him up like a mummy in some sense.

He was no stranger to similar experiences and knew that this was the extraordinary ability of the "Witch of Joy".

At first, he relied on the use of talismans to make both the enemy and us fall into a deep sleep at the same time, and then used his own special abilities to break free from the control. Now, Mr. A maintains a distance of about 20 meters.

However, Klein was no longer just a "clown", his fingers could still move and snapped with crisp sounds!

All of a sudden, all the "spider silk" around him was ignited, as if it had turned into a giant torch.

As soon as Klein jumped out of the crimson, he began to sneeze and cough violently. Many of his extraordinary abilities that he wanted to use were automatically interrupted.

At this moment, the feminine beauty on Mr. A's face disappeared, and a bit of superior majesty appeared on his face.

He stretched out his right hand and gently clenched it. Klein immediately had a premonition that if he ran away, he would only be spinning in circles.

Mr. A, wearing a blood-red robe, showed a cruel smile, and a transparent and illusory ancient book appeared in front of him.

A distant voice sounded:

“I came, I saw, I recorded.”

A-choo! Cough! Cough!

Klein wanted to dodge, but he was powerless. At this moment, he felt the power of the Shepherd as never before. He was indeed the most comprehensive and strongest Beyonder under the Demigod! Even though he was unprepared and could not use many magical items, being suppressed like this and unable to fight back was enough to explain many problems.

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