"Okay. Klein nodded solemnly.

Sergeant Fasin touched his short hair and said:

"There are also some arrangements, I will explain to you in detail, and you make your own decisions. ”

His gaze looked at the living room area.

Crane politely made a gesture of please, watched as Sheriff Fasin closed the door and entered, walked over to the couch, and sat down.

"What's the arrangement?" Klein didn't take off his coat, his hands still in his pockets.

Fassin's body leaned forward slightly, and he said with his hands clasped:

"You should know very well that you provoked that ambassador, and tonight or tomorrow will be your most dangerous stage. ”

"The people above give you three choices, one is to go to the Holy Wind Church for two days, I know you are a believer in the god of steam and machines, but the St. Hillland Church is too far away, and it is easy to have problems on the way. ”

Crane bowed his head invisibly, waiting for the other party to give him a second option.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered, his head went wooden, and he felt that there seemed to be an extra layer of thick glass around him.

He saw Sheriff Fasin's mouth open and close slowly, and found his thoughts glaze over.

This feeling is so familiar, Klein suddenly thought of the puppet of the Antigonus family, the seal "2-049"!

At that time, he was repeatedly affected by similar influences, but was awakened by captain Dunn Smith and others, who kept bending and extending their arms in order to let others notice the abnormality in time!

The House of Antigonus held the "soothsayer" path...... This one's abilities are similar to those of the puppets of the House of Antigonus...... He is the middle sequencer of the "soothsayer" pathway...... Sure enough, it was him...... Klein woke up instantly, but there was no Dunn Smith to wake him up.

The muscles of Sergeant Fasin's face began to quirk strangely, and he soon became a gentleman with black hair and blue eyes, with a handsome face and faint traces of a beard.

With a smile on his face, he said:

"Just give me time, it's one of the toughest abilities below the high sequence. ”

As he spoke, Crane saw the woman in the black court dress emerge from the glass of the convex belly window.

She stiffened and sluggish, stepping out of the glass one by one, her pale blonde hair, delicate countenance, and pale complexion making her less like a living person and more like a doll.

"I didn't expect you to be able to hire such a powerful bodyguard, if it wasn't for my divination problem in advance, maybe I would have died here, what did you pay for? Rosago didn't look back, and looked at Klein with a smile, but he didn't expect the other party, who was controlled by him, to answer fluently.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold cool breeze blowing around his neck, blowing his hairs and pimples protruding.

There seems to be an invisible figure behind him who is breathing at his neck!

Rosago laughed, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

A flame rose behind him, and a transparent shadow burst into flames, quickly turning to ashes.

In Crane's line of sight, these movements were broken down into a grid by grid.

It's not that the other party is slowing down, it's that his thoughts are getting sluggish.

He's got me under control...... Why not just ...... Kill me...... Do villains love to chat...... No, he's not stupid...... What is he hiding by chatting...... Klein struggled to think, searching for questions, but the ebb and flow of thoughts slowed inexorably.

He looked intently at Rosago, observing every detail of the other.

Finally, he saw a figure appear in each of Rosago's eyes, a combination of pale blonde hair, azure eyes, a pale complexion, and a dark Gothic court dress!

And at this time, the woman was still behind Rosago, still near the bay belly window, walking towards this side one by one, like a puppet manipulated by someone.

He hadn't really had control over her yet...... She was still struggling to resist and struggle...... They are constantly tugging at the mystical realm...... I need to do something...... Let the tilt of the balance change...... Crane turned his attention to the "Filthy Words" spell in his left grip, and the cold, slippery feeling was full of evil.

He is glad that he has not let his guard down and has always maintained a state of being ready to fight.

I can only hurt myself and hurt others!" Klein mustered up his strength and struggled to speak.

His vocal cords seemed to be rotting and his throat was squirming so hard.

Hoarsely, with a slight pause, he recited the Old Hermetic word:

"Filth!"

As the voice echoed, Klein's left palm felt corrosive pain, and he heard the crazy whispers of the unreal cascading in his ears.

It was a familiar state to him, and it didn't affect his next attempt.

The attempt was to infuse the vast majority of the spirit into the "Filthy Words" spell, which did not require the cooperation of physical movements.

Three seconds later, the voice of the "true Creator" will descend on the physical world, into the ears of the creature closest to Him!

“3！”

The prelude, noisy, illusory, and evil whispers spread instantly, Klein's scalp tingled, his mind buzzed, and he felt that his blood vessels were constantly beating, and his thoughts could no longer concentrate.

Luo Sago, who was only separated from him by a coffee table, suddenly had a trance, his face bulged and swelled, and the figure of the woman in his eyes suddenly became clear.

“2！”

The pale woman in the black court dress behind him moved faster, but then frowned, revealing a pained look.

At this moment, Klein felt the weakening of the influence as he wished, regained his smooth thoughts, and found that his joints were refilled with "lube"!

Tested by the test of babbling, he endured madness and pain, and threw the "Filthy Words" charm in his left palm and threw it at Rosago opposite.

“1！”

The iron-black spell, with its many symbols and evil patterns, melted, and as soon as Rosago regained his form and tried to pounce on him, he saw a thick darkness and heard a whisper of knowledge and extreme madness.

No human could depict the sound concretely, and all the veins in Rosago's head bulged out as if they were about to explode.

He tumbled to the ground, twisting and struggling, his skin cracking inch by inch, revealing the flesh within.

At the same time, Crane, who had not heard the voice of the "true creator" directly, and the lady with pale gold hair and blue eyes fell down in unbearable pain, and each let out a scream of pain, as if someone had been thrust into the temple with an iron hammer.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and their noses were left with bright red liquid, and they could neither see nor feel the outside world.

Similar to the experienced Klein was the first to recover, staggering and struggling to his feet, seeing Rosago tear his clothes and strip off his skin, revealing all his flesh and meridians.

He was like the legendary skinned red monster, rolling and grunting in pain, as if he was about to lose control.

Klein didn't wait for the results to come because he couldn't afford the possibility of the other party getting the benefits and becoming a devout follower of the "true creator".

He believed that the god must have been angry with him.

Pulling out the revolver and adjusting the shot, Crane took two steps forward, walked around the coffee table, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Rosago's head.

Bang, bang, bang!

Dressed in a black double-breasted gown, he stared at the enemy, firing five shots in quick succession, watching as the other's head swelled and tilted back, and watched as the other's head exploded, scattering red, white, and black all over the ground.

Captain, thank you for your previous demonstration...... Crane hung down his revolver, gasping for air, and a smile on his face.

In front of him, Rosago's headless body shook and collapsed back to the couch.

It was only at this time that the woman in the black Gothic court dress slowly stopped screaming, and her tumbling and struggling movements slowed down, but her skin seemed to be much clearer.

Seeing that the flesh on Rosago's corpse was still wriggling, Klein did not hesitate to take out a homemade "Requiem Charm" to use.

In a calm and peaceful feeling, the corpse finally came to rest.

Seeing such a scene, Klein turned his mind, took out another charm, and recited in a low voice:

"Crimson!"

Then, infused with some spirituality, he threw the charm at his bodyguard, at the woman with pale blonde hair and pale face.

The power that made people sleep rippled, and the woman, who had not yet shaken off the influence of the aftersound, and was in a weakened state, suddenly became quiet and fell asleep.

Crane added another "Sleep Charm" with no peace of mind, afraid that the other party would disturb his next attempt.

No. 15 Minsk Street returned to the tranquility of the night, this time nothing was broken, only the ground was polluted, because the three-way contest was strange and secret.

Glancing at Rosago's corpse and then at the sleeping bodyguard, Klein laughed to himself:

"There are also benefits to dying often, at least to gain some immunity. ”

He didn't try the psychic ritual quickly, because at this time Rosago was polluted by the "true creator", and direct channeling was tantamount to suicide.

But that doesn't mean that Klein has no choice, he plans to go to the gray mist to psychic and take Rosago with him!

With his current level of spiritual body, even with the reinforcement of the Azk copper whistle, he can't move the portable camera, let alone the corpse that is several times heavier, but the psychic is not through the corpse, but through the remnants of the other party's spirituality!

Klein took out the candle, quickly arranged the ritual, summoned himself, responded to himself, and turned into a special spirit.

After turning into a spirit body, he saw the vague and vague remnants of Rosago's spirituality, and found that his bodyguard lady was in a somewhat strange physical state, which was quite close to him at present, but very different.

Crane wasted no time in thinking, carrying the Azk Bronze Whistle, enveloping the remnants of Rosago's spirituality and entering the gray mist.

After manifesting the corresponding ritual items and arranging the simple altar, Crane quickly performed the psychic ritual.

In this process, he was stunned to find that he didn't need to ask anyone anymore, he could directly channel, just like a real "psychic"!

Call...... This is my special permission in the mysterious space above the gray mist?Klein's thought flashed, and he recited the divination statement:

"The potion recipe for the 'soothsayer' pathway. ”