The moment their eyes met, Lanevus suddenly bent over and rolled forward.

when!

A Tarot card with an angel and a trumpet on it was like a flying knife, stabbing sharply into the wall of the sewer, and its height was exactly at the same level as Lanevus's neck.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Lanevus rolled, leaped sideways, or lunged forward, dodging the three cards that came at him with extraordinary agility. He caused them to violently collide with the wall, the stone slab, and the cement, making a sound like metal being struck.

At the same time, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the man in the clown mask was following closely not much slower than him, holding a thick stack of cards in one hand and dealing the cards skillfully with the other.

The sun with facial features on the paper came into view. Lanevus propped himself against the wall with his left hand, leaped into the air, and changed direction drastically.

Just then, he heard a whooshing sound and felt a sudden sharp pain in his ankle!

Two cards were dealt? One was slightly delayed and aimed at the direction I was dodging? Could he predict my movements? Lanevus' heart trembled, and he rolled over again as soon as he landed, enduring the pain.

when!

He inserted another tarot card in the original position, a tarot card that kept shaking.

It was not until this moment that Lanevus noticed that a card was deeply embedded in his right ankle. The stars, water bottle, and holy water depicted on it were dyed bright red.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lanevus had no chance to think or treat his injuries. One tarot card after another turned into sharp flying knives and shot at different parts of his body.

Soon, the injuries on his right foot and left chest, the residual effects of the hollow space between his chest and abdomen, and the previous collision that was at least at the demigod level caused Sequence 9, a "thief" known for his speed and agility, to become slow.

Bang! A card was hit and flew away, but a deep cut was left on his wrist, and blood was constantly flowing out of the wound.

The Nighthawks and military personnel will catch up soon, there is no time to delay! At this moment, Lanevus's mind was very clear.

Suddenly, he stopped where he was and stopped dodging, but was hit accurately in the neck by a card with the word "devil" on it.

Almost instantly, the cards stuck in his body were bounced away, and the hideous wounds on his neck, right chest, wrists, and ankles were wriggling bloodily, and disgusting granulations grew out one after another!

Densely packed small bumps suddenly appeared on Lanevus's skin. They were iron-colored and seemed to form a full-body armor.

Bang! A tarot card shot over and was directly bounced away by the dense bumps.

Lanevus, with bloodshot eyes, looked at the Joker who had stopped and put away his cards, and said with a half-smile and half-sarcasm:

"No matter what, after being tormented by the gods like this, there must be some gains."

Before he finished speaking, he kicked his left foot, jumped over the flowing filthy river, and pounced on the enemy opposite.

Klein, who was wearing a "clown" mask, stepped to the side as if he had expected it. He then pulled his left hand out of his pocket, clenched it into a fist, and rushed towards Lanevus' temple like a cannonball.

Bang!

Lanevus turned sideways, swung his elbow, raised his forearm, and accurately counterattacked his opponent's fist.

The violent force came like a torrent, and Klein's body was suddenly moved, and his steps began to stagger.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

One after another, crisp explosions rang out beside Klein's ears, and punches that were heavier and faster than the last kept appearing in his eyes.

He seemed to have forgotten to keep his balance and stumbled, falling to the side. Then, with the support of his left elbow, he changed direction and rolled.

Snap, snap! Bang, bang, bang!

Lanevus punched and kicked quickly and fiercely. Klein was nearly hit several times, but he always managed to dodge with his exaggerated balance ability and counterintuitive movements. He was sometimes on the wall and sometimes on the ground, as if performing acrobatics.

He behaved very calmly and not at all impatient, as if he had made up his mind to delay the battle as much as possible and wait for the Night Watchmen and military personnel to catch up.

But once Lanevus showed signs of trying to escape, he would definitely cling to him and not give him any chance.

Bang!

Lanevus’s punch forced Klein to use the rebound of the wall to fly in the air, and he turned around without hesitation and fled to another passage.

Klein tapped the ground with his toes, and his body was about to fly out like a cannonball, heading straight for Lanevus’s vest.

At this moment, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Laneverus twisted his upper body as if he had no bones, and punched him."

This is the intuitive premonition of the "Joker"!

Without hesitation, Klein took the initiative to reduce the subsequent force.

With a snap, he still pounced out, but with a lot less power than expected.

Crack!

Amid the teeth-grinding friction sound, Lanevus did not move his legs, but suddenly twisted his upper body back, facing backwards and pointing his toes forward.

In this horrifying scene, Lanevus rushed forward with a punch, hitting Klein's head with such force that the air made an explosion-like sound.

boom!

His fist hit the void, still twenty to thirty centimeters away from Klein's face.

The strong wind blew Klein's hair, but he did not take this opportunity to attack the enemy. Instead, he recited a word in ancient Hermetic language in a low and hoarse voice:

"Scarlet!"

A spell? Lanevus's forehead jumped, and he immediately dodged to the side, trying to avoid it.

But at this time, Klein did not throw the spell. Instead, he clenched his left fist tightly and followed Lanevus's actions.

He also lunged to the side and rolled over as well, the distance between the two only widening slightly.

Is he deceiving me? As soon as this thought flashed through Lanevus's mind, the clown's raised mouth corners and the dark red flame that had ignited in his left fist were clearly reflected in his eyes.

This... Lanevus's gaze froze instantly.

A slight crackling sound then reached his ears, and a deep and peaceful feeling instantly filled the air, enveloping both Klein and him.

What did he want to do? He wanted to affect two people... at the same time... so that the subsequent... night watchmen and military personnel... could arrive... Lanevus's eyelids drooped heavily, and the fatigue and weakness he had suppressed before began to resist frantically.

He tried his best to hold himself back from falling asleep, hoping to rely on the special features of his current body to force his way through the most intense phase of the sleeping effect.

Klein didn't resist at all and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

However, when he falls asleep unnaturally, he will wake up instinctively!

This is his special feature in fighting against "spiritual communication" and "dreaming"!

This was the reason why he managed to escape from Madam Sharon's hands!

In the battle just now, after the card throwing knife was ineffective, he immediately took out the "Sleeping Talisman" and held it tightly in his palm, waiting for the opportunity to use it, waiting for the opportunity to affect himself and the enemy!

In just a moment, he, who was extremely rational in the dream, forced himself out of it, and the staggering Lanevus was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Huh! Klein suddenly became very calm, as if there was only a target in front of him.

He took a deep breath, turned his back, pulled his shoulders, and thrust his fist forward, thrusting it with all his might!

Bang! Snap!

His fist hit Lanevus' throat hard, causing the sound of broken bones and splattering blood and flesh.

Lanevus took two steps back and leaned against the wall.

The intense pain finally freed him from the effects of his deep sleep, but all the fine iron-colored bumps on his body disappeared.

After Klein's punch hit him, he reached into his pocket with his left hand and pulled out two cards.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two tarot cards were inserted into Lanevus's eyes respectively, and blood-red blood immediately flowed down.

Lanevus actually endured the pain and didn't let out a shrill scream. He suddenly lunged forward, trying to put up the most powerful struggle!

Klein did not take advantage of the situation to attack. Instead, he turned sideways and took a step back as if he had anticipated this.

Then, taking advantage of the opportunity when Lanevus jumped into the empty space, he rushed behind the opponent in two steps, put his hands around the enemy's neck, and wrapped them around his neck.

Crack!

Klein exerted force with both arms, turned around suddenly, and broke Lanevus's neck!

After doing all this, he took two steps back and looked at the other party.

Lanevus looked forward weakly with the cards in his eyes, and his body slowly fell limp. At the same time, he asked in a confused and intermittent manner:

"Why……"

"You want to... kill... me..."

Klein, wearing a clown mask, stared at the enemy in front of him and replied indifferently:

"No reason."

“No…” Lanevus’ eyes widened. He fell to the ground in the sewer, unable to let go. His breath finally dissipated.

At this moment, Klein, who seemed very calm, suddenly took a step forward, tightened his right leg, and kicked out with all his strength, kicking Lanevus in the head.

Bang!

The already bloody and broken neck could no longer bear this kind of pressure. Lanevus's head flew out like a ball and hit the wall heavily, leaving a red and white patch!

Klein looked at this scene and suddenly bent his back.

“Hahahaha. Hahaha.”

“Hahahahahahahaha.”

He was laughing crazily, and the "clown" mask on his face was so happy.

That upturned mouth corner, that bright red nose, that white face, are so happy.

“Haha, haha…hahahaha…” Klein laughed until he was out of breath. His laughter was uglier than crying.

After a few seconds, he finally calmed down, slowly straightened up, squinted his left eye at the darkest place in the sewer, then raised the corner of his mouth and muttered silently to himself:

"team leader……"

"Look, we saved Rune once again..."

Drop after drop of liquid slid quietly and landed on his collar.

At this moment, he felt that his "Joker" potion was completely digested.

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