As soon as he jumped out of the flames, two points of light appeared in Klein's eyes, wearing a golden glove on his left palm. They grew from small to large, and from dark to bright, like lightning that suddenly cut through the sky.

After using the "Paper Man Substitute" to attract the attention of "Iron" McVitie and his gang, he had already activated the "Creeping Hunger" and switched to the soul of the "Interrogator", preparing to use the extraordinary ability of "Mind Piercing".

"ah!"

"Iron" McVitie suddenly screamed, as if someone had stabbed him in the head with a knife, stirring his gray brain. The feeling of pain burst out from the depths of his soul, instantly occupying all his thoughts.

At the same time, his extraordinary power exploded in response to the stress, turning into a hurricane and sweeping in all directions.

Beautiful and dreamy snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky, and a transparent and crystal ice layer continued to spread out from the ground. The trees on both sides of the road were suddenly covered with white edges, and then withered quickly, revealing obvious signs of decay.

The lingering resentful spirits were awakened one after another, whimpering, sobbing, and screaming, dyeing the surrounding area with a gray and depressing color.

Klein fell naturally from mid-air, and the glove on his left hand glowed with a brilliant light like the sun.

He opened his arms and leaned back as if hugging something.

As soon as his heels touched the cold ground, a pure, blazing, thick beam of light descended from above.

This divine light enveloped "Iron" Maviti, illuminating his dark skin, strong muscles, and curly hair that looked like steel beads.

Priest of Light, "Holy Light"!

Silently, Maiviti's expression became more and more distorted, and the surface of his skin showed obvious signs of melting.

At this moment, he was like a piece of candle thrown into a burning fireplace.

Compared to the out-of-control Bishop Miller who was merely contaminated, as a "zombie", he was more restrained when facing similar attacks and suffered more serious damage!

The falling snowflakes stopped, the ice on the ground melted rapidly, and the trees with white ridges hanging from their roots revealed their original brown color.

This powerful beam of light undoubtedly attracted the attention of "Bloody Thorn" Huntley and Squall. The former's face suddenly changed, and he reached into his secret bag, ready to take out the spell materials to rescue "Iron" McVitie from his superior position.

At this moment, a crow made purely of fire suddenly jumped out of his sight.

One, two, three... countless fire crows were like red stars, filling Huntley's field of vision. They flew from all directions, flapping their wings, densely packed and scorching hot.

Huntley's heart trembled, his eyes almost froze, and his palm immediately changed direction and grabbed another material.

brush!

He threw a bunch of tiny, light blue powder above himself, and muttered in ancient Hermetic language:

“Waves!”

The powder expanded instantly and turned into deep blue waves that swept around.

They met the Fire Crows, making a crackling sound and creating a large amount of white mist.

The fire from the previous explosion had subsided a little. Through the remaining red, Squall saw "Iron" McVitie, whose skin was melting like wax and whose flesh was disappearing bit by bit. He also saw a strange man in a black cloak standing sideways towards him.

He did not panic. Like a cold-blooded venomous snake that had lost all emotion, he calmly raised his arms and suddenly pressed his palms down.

In an instant, he saw the young man with a thin face and a grim expression become heavier and his movements slowed down, as if his wings for flying were broken, and "Iron" Maiviti began to struggle and roll sideways to avoid the second round of "Holy Light".

Then, Squall discovered that the other party had lost weight and thickness, and once again turned into a thin paper man, pressed to the ground by an invisible force, and immersed in the mud after the melted ice and snow.

Klein emerged from another position, rubbing his right thumb and middle finger continuously, and snapped his fingers three times while rushing forward.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The surface of the dark golden brooch in the shape of a sunbird in front of him flashed with light continuously, adding a purifying power to the air bullets.

Bang, bang, bang! The three bullets were closely connected and extremely fast, hitting the rather slow-moving "Steel" McVitie one after another, hitting his right chest, penetrating the half-melted skin and flesh, creating an exaggerated, hideous wound, and golden flames spread all around.

Squall threw out scalpel after scalpel, but Klein dodged them all with his acrobatic changes of direction.

At this time, "Iron" Maiviti had recovered. He pushed himself up with his hands, stood up again, and ran straight towards the enemy, trying to make use of his best close combat ability and his peculiar body that was not afraid of blows.

There was ice forming under his feet and his fists were already smelling of decay.

Then, he once again saw two bolts of lightning shoot out from Klein's deep brown eyes like bullets, shining into his pupils.

"Iron" McVitie subconsciously raised his head and clenched his teeth. Blood was oozing out of his nostrils, mouth, and ears, mixed with the skin that had melted before.

Klein had already changed the soul of the shepherd when he fired the air bullet.

Still the "interrogator", still the "mental piercing"!

When dealing with extraordinary beings like "zombies" whose bodies are as hard as steel, damage at the spiritual level is more effective!

The continuous blows caused "Iron" McVitti's body to stiffen briefly, and he lost the shackles of his mind. Long, hard black hairs grew on his face, his teeth and nails kept growing longer, and his skin squirmed as if to gather together, fading from dark to pale, like a real, crazy zombie thirsting for blood!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Klein approached, lowered his body, and brushed past the right side of "Steel" McVitie. He then stuffed an object in his palm into the hideous wound he had created and into the other person's body.

It was a glass bottle tied with a few ordinary brass bullets, and it contained a large amount of "Sun Holy Water" that Klein had prepared in advance!

puff!

Klein did not stop, causing Squall's attempt to control him to fail again.

He spun on his heel and came behind "Iron" McVitie, with their backs to each other.

Snap! He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers before "Iron" McVitie took out the glass bottle.

Bang!

A slight explosion was heard, and red flames leaped up, shattering the already fragile glass bottle. A large amount of "Holy Water of the Sun" immediately poured into the body of "Iron" Maiviti.

The famous pirate with a bounty of 6,000 pounds froze in place, groaning in pain from his throat.

He fell to his knees with a thud, and dark green gas continued to spread out of his body and disappeared into the air.

Seeing this scene, Squall's eyes darkened. He immediately took out a black iron talisman and whispered a word in ancient Hermetic:

“Screech!”

The talisman suddenly shattered and disappeared, completing the sacrifice.

The invisible sound waves spread out like a tsunami, drilling into the ears of almost everyone around without any particular order.

Klein's mind buzzed, and his nose felt cold as blood oozed out. Huntley, the "bloody thorn" on the "flying carpet", was even more miserable. His face was twisted and his body was twitching as he fell down. He couldn't even scream. However, Danitz, the "flame", on the roof in the distance was not affected at all. He happily threw out a ball of repeatedly compressed white fireball.

The fireball landed on the defenseless Huntley and exploded with a loud bang.

Blood and flesh splattered violently, fingers, calves, head and other things were entangled in flames and fell downwards. The "flying carpet" then lost control and slowly sank.

Squall took this opportunity to turn around and run without hesitation.

However, he was shocked to find that the terrifying man who had almost solved the problem of "Iron" McVitie in 10 seconds turned around and chased after him without any delay!

How could this be? This is the "Screaming Spell" made by the Admiral! Squall didn't bother to think about why, and ran as fast as he could to another street.

At this moment, he was suddenly hit hard on the head by "someone", and the tearing pain made him tremble all over.

The lightning in Klein's eyes faded away. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.

Bang!

An air bullet flew over a distance of more than ten meters and accurately penetrated the back of Squall's head.

Squall did not have the inhuman endurance of "Steel". His vision suddenly went dark and he slowly fell limp.

Klein rushed forward and stretched out his left palm, allowing the joyful "Creeping Hunger" to start enjoying its feast.

I have heard the voice of the True Creator and endured Mr. Door's cries for help. I have a strong resistance in this regard. Even the screams of the Wrathful Spirit itself can quickly recover, let alone a mere spell... Klein muttered to himself as he watched Squall's body turn into flesh and blood and fall into the gaping mouth of Creeping Hunger.

After a few seconds, the Creeping Hunger stopped with satisfaction, and Klein quickly returned to the side of Iron McVitie.

This "zombie" was brutally purified, and although his head was not broken, he lost his life.

Klein took a few steps forward, picked up the peacock blue carpet that had fallen to the ground, wrapped it around Iron McVitie's body, and lifted him up.

He looked back at the chaotic No. 15 Xiangshu Avenue, listened to the uncontrolled movements of the zombies and puppets, and felt that the "Manufactured Punishers" were approaching. Klein pulled the hood of his cloak, bowed slightly in that direction, and saluted.

Bang!

Klein rubbed his fingers together, and all the scraps of paper around him ignited, with columns of red flames rising.

In the light of the fire, his body became ethereal, and the objects he and his body were transformed into shadows, disappearing on the spot.

As for the extraordinary characteristics of Squall and Huntley that were slowly precipitating and condensing, he did not look at them, nor did he care about them.

Greed will put people into unnecessary danger. The current harvest is enough!

After leaving some Punishers behind to deal with the out-of-control zombie puppets, the pirates injured by their "companions" and the captured extraordinary adventurers, Cordova Roye led the rest of the group and quickly rushed here, but all they could see were body parts scattered all over the ground, scattered scalpels and withered trees along the roadside, and they could discern the slowly receding breath of the sun and the sense of evil coming from deep within their flesh and blood.