At this moment, the shadow seemed to have a real feeling, cold and wet, and at once it restrained Klein inside, turning him into a mosquito in amber.

Crane's figure was immediately flattened and squeezed, degraded into soft paper, and quickly rotted into mud.

"Paper Man Stand-in"!

Sensing the danger in advance, he used the "paper man stand-in" in time!

His figure in a black clergyman's robe then appeared on the other side of the table, his mouth open for a bang.

At this time, Klein's mind suddenly went into a trance, and he felt that everything around him had become blurry and not clear enough.

He instantly understood that he had been forcibly pulled into a dream!

And he also confirmed one thing, that is, the ability to stay awake and rational in abnormal dreams has long been solidified into its own characteristics, and there is no need to resort to gray fog!

After a slight struggle, Crane immediately woke up, and saw that the shadows in the house were slowly surging towards him like a tide.

Bang!

He opened his mouth and created an air bullet with great penetrating power.

The bullet hit the shadow, and it directly burst into a large blank space.

The shadow around the blank space poured like a stream of water, filling it up, and everything was back to its original state, and Crane seized the opportunity to roll to the side, turning the glove on his left palm pale and staining it green.

With a snap, where he had been was struck by a cloud of flesh flying out of the shadows, covering the crimson carpet covered with strange mold.

Faintly, Crane had a feeling that he was weakened, and he didn't care to think about it, and immediately let the cold ice spread out from the soles of his feet.

The hoarfrost condensed on it, quickly freezing the shadows, and under the crystal clear, the darkness twisted and wriggled like oil with its own life.

"Ice" of "Living Corpses"!

Klein made another roll, changing position while making the glove stand out as black particles, deep and dark.

Immediately afterward, he straightened up, faced the shadows under the ice, and spat out demonic words full of filth:

"Slow!"

Suddenly, Crane saw that the shadow flowed and squirmed at a slower speed, and he looked extremely dull, but his own thoughts were also sluggish, and he didn't have time to take on the follow-up attack.

His "filthy words" were distorted, clearly aimed at that shadow, but they were distorted into the entire living room, thus affecting himself.

It was a breath of relief, and Crane broke free of his sluggishness, and without thinking about it, he threw himself to the table, picked up a plate containing half a steak, and threw it at the shadow.

In the process, although the glove on his left palm remained dark and dark, it had a sense of evil and noble.

"Bribe"!

He's "bribing" the enemy with a steak to weaken their attack, defense, and control capabilities!

Just then, the shadow suddenly retracted into the corner, causing the plate to smash against the melting ice, shattering into pieces.

Then, the shadow surged upwards into a pitch-black figure draped in a hooded robe.

In the palm of this figure, there is already a transparent and blurred book, accompanied by a distant and ethereal chant:

"I came, I saw, I recorded. ”

As soon as the chant began, the book flipped rapidly, and a blazing white flame spear was found in front of it.

Mr. A? Is he completely insane? In such an environment, he dares to use extraordinary abilities such as fire? Crane's heart tightened, his thoughts turned sharply, and he hurriedly strode towards the other party, dragging his left hand behind him.

Wriggling Hunger quickly dyed the color of darkness, depth, and depravity, and then condensed into an exaggerated greatsword of crimson magma and pale blue flames.

Boom!

Klein stepped heavily, pulled his back, pulled his shoulder, and sent his left arm out fiercely.

The muscles of his arm then bulged high, and he swung the "Magma Sword" from the bottom up!

Poof! The brilliant greatsword slashed at the flaming spear, and the white, pale blue, and vermilion dots of light scattered in all directions at the same time, igniting the chairs and lighting the curtains.

The noisy whispers on the street outside had long since disappeared, and the looming figures had all turned to this side, and it was extremely quiet.

After smashing the flame spear, Crane bent his knees, knelt down on one leg, and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Syllable!

The flames in the room were all extinguished.

Klein didn't move anymore, he always felt a dense gaze trying to penetrate the curtains, looking for anomalies.

The hooded man made up of shadows also didn't move, and he seemed to feel some kind of unspeakable terror slowly approaching, even though he was still crazy just now.

In the dark room, where there was only a little crimson moonlight, Crane and the other party were kneeling on one knee, and the other was standing against the wall, as if they had become two stone statues.

In the extremely unbearable absolute silence, time passed very slowly, and Klein only counted ten seconds silently, and he had the illusion that one hour had passed.

At last, the beast's roaring voice sounded again, and in a moment, intermittently, the looming figures outside the window began to walk again, back and forth in the street.

Almost at the same time, Klein completed the initial control of the target's "Spirit Line", and the hooded man's action to pounce suddenly became sluggish!

Without hesitation, Klein half-bowed his body and circled in circles, ready to take advantage of the opponent's high-latency state to interrupt his follow-up counterattack and transform him into a puppet little by little.

At this moment, his nose suddenly itched, and he opened his mouth uncontrollably.

Ahh

Crane sneezed heavily, losing control of the Spirit Thread, and his throat began to ache and his snot began to form.

He's got a cold!

In the midst of the fierce battle, he caught a cold!

After suspecting that the other party was Mr. A, Klein was actually already preventing the "witch's" disease, because he had fought with Mr. A and suffered a big loss under this ability, but in the battle that he didn't have time to think about, he miscalculated one thing, that is, his physique had already dropped a lot in the plague infection of the genuine witch Panatia, and he couldn't hold out until the puppet transformation was completed, and he couldn't even wait for the initial control to deepen, and he couldn't wait for the opportunity to launch a deadly attack with the "air bullet"!

Ahh

Crane sneezes and rolls away, and at the same time, he switches "Wriggling Hunger" to "Corrupt Baron" and tries to use the "Warp" ability on himself to reduce the effects of the cold.

Of course, thanks to the "bribe" he just had, his condition was not serious, but it would only affect the manipulation of the "Spirit Thread" and not make him unable to fight.

In the midst of the rolling, Crane saw the enemy out of the shadows, and the hood slipped back, revealing a beautiful woman-like face, which was none other than Mr. A.

This aurora envoy has survived in such a harsh environment until now!

However, his eyes were already blood-red, and looking at Klein was like seeing a sumptuous meal, and the instinctive hunger that came from the heart was not concealed at all.

At this moment, Klein's mood did not drop in the slightest, because he still had enough strength to fight.

What he was most worried about was not Mr. A, but that the increasingly fierce battle between the two sides would create flames that had no time to take care of, bringing in those dangerous existences outside, and when the time came, both of them would not escape death!

Hunger...... The intense hunger has caused Mr. A to completely lose his mind, and he no longer cares about the people coming and going on the street...... If it could give him a little relief from his hunger, he should stop his attacks and wait patiently for the Red Moon to be obscured by the fog again...... Give him some "food"?In a flash, Klein almost cut a piece of his own flesh and threw it at the other party.

Fortunately, he thought of one thing in time:

Bring food with you!

It was a dried mushroom made by Frank Lee, and it is said that it was a cross between beef and a little flesh of the "Bishop of the Rose", and it could be multiplied as long as there was fish and water.

Because this is already a new species on a subtle level, and it no longer has a substantial relationship with the "Rose Bishop", Klein put it together with the commonly used herbal powder such as the Deep Sleep Flower and has not taken it out, not worrying about causing changes in the core of the seal behind the Chanis Gate.

Sneezing, sneezing, and rolling, Klein had taken out a sun-dried mushroom and threw it at Mr. A.

Perhaps it was the smell of beef that attracted the other party, or perhaps it was the "Bishop of the Rose" who sensed it, and Mr. A suddenly stopped trying to turn the illusory book, took the mushroom, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

The hunger in his eyes faded a little, but the gaze on Klein remained the same.

With two swishs, Klein threw the remaining dried mushrooms over, and Mr. A caught them one by one and ate them all without hesitation.

His gaze finally eased, and he looked at the faintly visible figure walking back and forth outside the window, and stepped back into the corner, blending into the shadows.

Call...... Crane exhaled silently and retreated to the other corner.

Mr. A is not dead...... I have to say that in this environment, the ability of the "Bishop of the Rose" can indeed be of great help, and it can be maintained for a long time just by storing the flesh in advance and eating himself...... Of course, Mr. A has never been killed by "Lady of Despair" Panatia, which is enough to show his strength, but the demigod-level extraordinary abilities he recorded must have been used up...... Klein thought as he spoke, trying to get something out of Mr. A:

"Did you find a clue to leave?"

There was silence on the other side, and Mr. A did not respond at all.

Crazy to communicate?Crane groaned for two seconds and spat out a name:

"Leomast. ”

This is the name of the "Black Sage" of the Aurora Society, who has a split personality.

After a brief silence, Mr. A's slightly hoarse voice finally sounded:

"Was he 'sent' in too?"

Sure enough, only the Aurora Society could get a response...... Klein said calmly:

"No, he's trapped in the remnants of the Divine War. ”

Without waiting for Mr. A to speak, he said to himself:

"Why don't you go into that church?"

Mr. A said hoarsely and vaguely:

"It's dangerous there, it's very dangerous......

"It's the same outside, the same danger, all the danger originates from there, and all those who disappear will reappear under the red moon......"

Before he could finish speaking, the crimson moonlight that pierced through the curtains suddenly became extremely dim.

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