Crane looked down again, and he could no longer see the strange candle wrapped in human skin in his hand, but the end of his nose always lingered with a faint and slightly sweet fragrance.

Ignoring Bishop Utravsky, who had fallen in a pool of blood, he took out a matchbox and lit one.

With that spark, the blood on the ground quickly disappeared, and the messy church hall became neat again.

The giant-like Utravsky slowly got up, looked down at Klein, and said with a twisted face:

"It didn't work......

"No wonder you dared to take this commission. ”

"It's your misfortune, though, and I didn't want to kill you. ”

As he spoke, the light of the candles on both sides of the church flickered significantly, and the whole hall brightened suddenly, but it was soft and not blazing, like the morning light shining in at the end of the night.

The invisible spirit was fading away, and Crane didn't talk nonsense, throwing away the matches, agitating the cheeks, and simulating a sound:

"Bang!"

Invisible air bullets shot out and slammed into Bishop Utravsky's chest, making a crisp sound that reverberated vividly, but at some point, the "giant" bishop had already put on a set of silver-white armor, gauntlets, cuirass, crest helmet, and so on.

At this moment, the silver-white "metal" on his chest was cracked like a spider's web, but it was not completely shattered, and it was even slowly recovering.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Crane continued to make a sound, creating two air bullets connected from end to end, so that they still ran towards the enemy's chest, trying to completely break through the defenses there by relying on continuous blows!

However, he saw a heavy and generous sword in Bishop Utravsky's hand, as if the light had condensed, and used it to deftly block two air bullets, which were inseparable from each other, and almost fused into one.

Bang dang!

Utrawski only took one step forward and the church seemed to shake, and at the same time, his two-handed greatsword slashed at Klein from above and down in a gesture like a smashing building.

Before the sword arrived, the wind blew so hard that Crane could barely keep his balance.

The power of terror!!!

Bang!

Utrawski's two-handed greatsword slashed into the ground, shattering the slabs and causing cracks to spread rapidly in all directions.

He dragged the greatsword, rubbed against the surface, changed the vertical split to a sweep, and brought up a spark.

This move is just for opponents who love to roll!

Klein was just about to land on the ground, but the image of himself being swept by the two-handed giant sword instantly appeared in his mind, and he hurriedly threw his arm and probed his palm, pressed lightly, and jumped into the air again.

The strong wind blew away the dust from the ground, and the terrifying greatsword swept away the nearby chairs.

And before Klein could fight back, the attack of the "giant" bishop came again without pause.

One sword, two swords, three swords...... Five swords, six swords, seven swords...... Utravsky seemed to have an extremely high level of physical strength, and his uninterrupted, stormy attacks lasted for dozens of seconds.

Vertical slashing, oblique slashing, sweeping, straight stabbing, slapping, he uses the simplest swordsmanship to interpret what is the most effective and reasonable, and the damage range of the two-handed giant sword has reached a terrifying level.

Crane sometimes jumped, sometimes rolled, sometimes ran, but he didn't find a chance to show his ability, he looked embarrassed and precarious, if he hadn't lost matches in different corners of the church in advance, and there were still some candles on both sides that had not been extinguished, he would have been cut by the other party's sword.

It is worthy of an extraordinary profession known for being good at fighting...... There is not a single mistake, there is no weakness...... Crane didn't panic because of this, rolling and evading, always looking for the enemy's loopholes, waiting for the opponent's attack to enter the de-escalation stage.

Eventually, he discovered a problem with Utravsky's swordsmanship.

That is, the two-handed greatsword is too long and too big, and there are obvious flaws in hand-to-hand combat!

With a flash of thought, Klein took advantage of the opportunity of the giant sword to slash vertically, first flipped to the left front, and then rolled quickly between Utravsky's legs with a palm of his hand.

As a "half-giant" with a height of more than two meters and twenty, Utravsky is only standing ordinary, with his legs spread wide apart, and his silver-white crotch guard is clearly visible.

As soon as he rolled there, Crane's left hand reached into his coat pocket, and he was about to pull out a long piece of paper, turn it into a hard, sharp cane, and plunge it up into the gap on the side of the enemy's crotch guard, and into the body of the "giant" bishop!

It will be a fatal blow!

But at this moment, his heart froze, and the image of the giant sword thrusting down and infinite light bursting out in his mind formed a terrifying storm that engulfed him.

Trap! Utrawski's Trap! Klein did not hesitate, pressed his right hand, jumped forward, jumped through the gap between the legs of the "giant" bishop, and jumped behind him.

As he made this gesture, Utrawski grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, bent his back, and stabbed the greatsword straight up and down into the stone slab in front of him.

With a click, a morning light poured out from the blade of the sword, turning into a hurricane and sweeping the surroundings.

Silently, the stone slab disappeared from the place where Crane had been, the dirt below was nearly ten centimeters thinner, and the silver-white armor on Utravsky's legs and crotch was also damaged, shattering inch by inch, revealing his skin.

His trap was to trade his own wounds for the destruction of his enemies.

At this time, Klein, who jumped behind Bishop Utravsky, finally found an opportunity to counterattack, and he forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, puffed out his cheeks, and simulated the sound of a gunshot at the back of the enemy's head:

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two air bullets hit the back of Utravsky's head one after the other, first cracking the silvery-white metal in that spot, then tearing it apart, exposing it without any protection.

Klein was about to deliver the fatal blow when Utrawski suddenly straightened up, turned his back, and swept his two-handed greatsword backwards in a furious manner.

The speed was so fast, the attack was so fierce, Crane seemed to be difficult to dodge, but he pulled a piece of paper out of his coat pocket and blocked it in front of him in time.

While!

The collision of the giant sword and the paper actually made the sound of metal being hit hard, and the crisp echo was deafening, filling the entire church.

Crane was knocked out like a tennis ball, the paper in his hand torn apart, and only a little bit was caught between his fingers.

In mid-air, he immediately faced Utravsky's furious, swift and unstoppable pursuit, and the situation was precarious.

However, he didn't panic in the slightest, just shook his wrist.

The confetti burst into flames, and the flames swelled rapidly, enveloping Klein completely.

The greatsword cut through the flames, but it didn't do any damage, just a little spark.

At a certain candle on the right side of the church, the dim fireworks spread steeply, outlining a figure with oil paint on his face.

Klein reappeared, pulling another piece of paper from his pocket.

Syllable!

With a flick of his wrist, the paper turned into a tough whip with crimson flames burning on the surface of the whip.

Smack!

Crane whipped the "giant" bishop from afar.

But his weapon quickly shattered under the shield and attack of the glowing two-handed greatsword.

And that's exactly what Klein is for!

Bang, bang, bang! He snapped his fingers, sending beams of fire to the ground to stop Utravsky and scorch his unarmored legs.

The recovery of the Dawn Armor is quite slow!

In the midst of the flames, Utravsky's legs were charred and blackened, and a crimson was flowing upwards.

However, this did not affect the agility of the "giant" bishop, and he suddenly roared, like a steam train that had finally accelerated to its highest point, and slammed through the flames with great speed and slam into front of Klein.

That's unbelievably fast!

Immediately after, Utravsky's two-handed greatsword shattered, turning into patches of light that swept in all directions.

Almost instantly, Klein was in a mortal situation.

The few matches that had been stored separately on his body were ignited, and the intense flames enveloped him completely.

However, this is not as fast as the "Storm of Light" sweeping, and as soon as the crimson appears, it is immediately engulfed!

Klein's bodies then fell apart and disappeared, but they lost their thickness and became shredded paper.

Behind Utrawski, a red flame rose from the ground, and Klein stepped out of it.

He pulled out the matchbox in his other pocket and threw it at the enemy, as if to ignite all the remaining matches at once and create some kind of explosion through the confines of the small space.

And the location that this matchbox points to is Utravsky's unprotected lower body!

Crane raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

At the same time, Bishop Utravsky jumped on his back and bent his knees and folded his legs.

Syllable!

The sound of snapping fingers was accompanied by an unchanged matchbox, a loud bang, an air bullet that accurately lifted the back of Bishop Utravsky's unprotected head, a fatal thing that had been prepared for a long time!

The skull cracked, blood and white spots splattered, and Utravsky turned his head with difficulty and said blankly:

"You ......"

With a click, the matchbox fell on the ground that had been pitted by the "Storm of Light", but it was still unignited.

Klein smiled and said:

"I never said that snapping fingers can only be used to manipulate fire, not to fire air bullets. ”

"Look. ”

Smack, smack, smack!

He snapped his fingers, sending one air bullet after another to Utravsky's head, shattering his helmet and breaking his head.

Thump!

Utravsky lost his breath and fell to the ground, shaking the church hall slightly.

Syllable!

Crane turned around and snapped his fingers again.

The box of matches on the ground burst open, turning into red flames, burying the huge body of Utravsky.

Crane didn't sense the existence of the strange candle, and directly relied on his own sobriety and sanity to force his way out of the bottom of his mind.

Behind him, the corpse was wrapped in crimson, the flames were blazing, and the world was falling apart inch by inch.