In the deserted fields outside the suburbs, the old butler Finkel is running away quickly.

He lost his hat, his meticulously combed gray hair was scattered and his clothes were covered in mud.

Hu, Hu... He paused for a moment, looked back with breath, and found that there was no one in the place, so he felt a little relieved.

But when he turned his head and was about to change direction, he found that there was a figure in front of him at some point.

The figure was wearing a classical robe with a hood, with black eyes hidden in the shadows, and his face was dull and expressionless.

Finkel's pupils shrank, and he immediately opened his mouth, trying to pronounce a word in Guhemis, but he was stunned to realize that his nose was disappearing and his voice was gone.

There was a little more despair in his expression, and then his whole body was wiped clean by a rag without any remnants.

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Ah snee! Ah snee! Cough! Cough!

Faced with the fatal attack Mr. A was about to launch, Klein was infected with illness, had headaches and fever, and was unable to control the flames and jumped.

At this time, he couldn't even create air bombs.

The fear of unknown results occupied his heart, and the premonition of danger from the "Clown" made him "see" himself suddenly split and disintegrated into the tiniest particle of light, and perhaps he would no longer have a chance to resurrect.

In an instant, Klein put his hand into his pocket and held an item.

This is the most dangerous response plan he has considered in advance!

No matter how hasty the "magic" is prepared and will not panic in the battle.

Klein took out the Azker copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew it hard in the sneeze and cough!

Without any movement and stillness in advance, he saw the fountain of bones gushing out through his spiritual vision, quickly outlining it into a huge messenger with dark flames burning in his eye sockets.

At this time, the book in front of Mr. A stopped flipping, and the sound from afar ended abruptly.

A burst of green light surged out, and the messenger of the bones nearly four meters high cracked, breaking into countless pure spots of light.

Behind it, the force that Klein could only spin on the spot collapsed first. The figure in the black double-breasted long dress was immediately enveloped and turned into a statue cast like a yellow sand, blown away by the wind.

But what dissipated was white spots, like tearing the most extreme confetti.

Klein's figure appeared on the other side, half kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but cough loudly.

If it weren't for the white bone messenger blocking it first, he wouldn't have time to temporarily suppress the disease and use a paper man's substitute!

After such trouble, his illness became even worse and he almost lost the ability to resist.

At this moment, Mr. A, who failed to succeed in the fatal blow, suddenly coughed even more violently than Klein.

He crawled down in pain, and blood foam gushed from the corner of his mouth.

Cough cough cough!

He coughed up a pile of broken internal organs and wriggling flesh, then opened his mouth hard, trying to lick them into his mouth and force them to eat them back.

What's going on? Klein was a little confused for a moment.

But this did not prevent him from holding back his cough, raising his right hand, and aiming at Mr. A's head with the revolver.

At this moment, he vaguely realized that Mr. A's physical injuries could be maintained by blood and blood magic, but the impact and backlash of his spirit and spirituality could not be compensated in this way.

Mr. A should have switched to another extraordinary ability to slowly heal the wounds of the spirit body, but he was driven by hatred and forced to suppress and chased him. So after continuously consuming and using extraordinary ability that exceeded his own load, the situation worsened and suddenly broke out.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Klein shot out all the bullets in the revolver, brass, light gold, silver and white, and other streams quickly crossed the distance between the two.

What made him regret was that he could not control his sneeze and cough during the process, and the bullet failed to hit all of them. Only two shots hit Mr. A, one shot drilled into his forehead and the other shot into his torso.

Honey!

A burning sound came out, but Mr. A's head seemed to have no bones, just a combination of rotten meat, which made the light golden bullets sink into it, and soon paused, failing to cause fatal damage, and had to bloom with a sunny golden light.

Mr. A raised his neck, and the flesh and blood inside his head, which had a hole, was squirming wildly.

He did not die, nor even suffered heavy damage.

He used to be the "Biography of Rose" with a strong vitality!

Seeing this scene, Klein made a quick decision, turned his head and ran away, stopping his attack. Mr. A gasped, lowered his head again, and licked the minced meat and internal organs he had coughed out.

Sneeze and cough intertwined, and Klein ran around and rolled around.

Finally, he escaped to the edge, which was a cliff more than fifty meters away.

Below the cliff, the slightly turbid Tasok River rushes endlessly, wide but calm.

Klein did not hesitate and jumped out with force.

He fell rapidly and felt the strong sense of weightlessness brought by free fall.

His body tore the air and tried to adjust his posture in mid-air, turning it into a standard action for diving.

Cough! Sneeze!

The disease caused his group to roll for three and a half weeks to stop, and his body opened and his palms were not adjusted in place.

With a snap, he fell on the water and fell into a thin piece of white paper.

The paper man quickly moistened, half sinking and half floating.

At the bottom of the water not far away, Klein's figure outlined and trembled.

His clothes were soaked, and the remaining paper and the banknotes in his wallet were the same.

After staying away from Mr. A, the disease was relieved... Klein thought with lingering fear.

If the cough and sneeze had not calmed down a lot at the last moment, he would not even have time to use the Paper Man's substitute, and would have fallen and bleeding from his internal organs and die directly. Of course, if there was such a cause of death, he felt that he could be resurrected.

While stomping on the water, Klein created an invisible, hollow tube in his mouth to stretch out from the water and bring fresh air to himself.

This is the "Underwater Breathing" performance of "Magician"!

Klein sucked his mouth and exhaled his nose, preventing the turbid gas from contaminating the pipeline and directly entering the water.

At the same time, he quietly wandered towards the shore, hoping to avoid Mr. A's subsequent tracking in this way.

Unfortunately, this is not a city, and the ability of the "faceless man" cannot be effectively utilized. Otherwise, once he leaves, Mr. A will definitely not find me again... While swimming, Klein instinctively flashed through this idea.

This thought made him think of a question, that is, Mr. A had used his extraordinary ability to control wind before.

Generally speaking, this belongs to the "Lord of the Storm" path... In addition to wind, it also has water, and is especially good at underwater activities... Underwater activities... The "Shepherd" is too comprehensive and terrible! As the thoughts flashed, Klein's heart almost stopped beating.

He suddenly climbed up and no longer concealed!

As soon as he surfaced and approached the shore, he saw Mr. A's face that was so beautiful that it was covered with fish scales, and the gills were cracked.

Mr. A, whose bright red robe floated on the water, curled the corners of his mouth, and his eyes looked like substance.

Fight! You can only fight! Fight for reinforcements that support the church, or Mr. Azke gets out of trouble! Klein, who has relieved the disease, raises his right hand without hesitation, ready to snap his fingers.

At this moment, the two of them looked into the air at the same time, almost instinctively reacting.

A figure with feminine beauty was quickly outlined there.

The figure was wearing a hood and a dark robe, and looked at Mr. A with a dull look.

Then, Klein saw that Mr. A seemed to have turned into a pencil drawing, quickly erased by an eraser, without any resistance, leaving only a confused and desperate look in his eyes hidden in the madness, engraved in the minds of the only audience at the scene.

This... what kind of person is this! What kind of strength! As soon as Klein thought, he found that the figure turned his head and looked at him.

It was a beautiful face, but there was no expression at all, and the black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked spirituality.

Just as Klein's heart was beating wildly and he thought he would disappear silently. He didn't know if he had a chance to be resurrected, the corner of the woman's mouth slowly pulled upwards, and raised her smile.

Smiling? Klein was stunned and suspected that he was dreaming.

Before he could come to his senses, the figure faded instantly and disappeared from the spot. The sound of water flowing around him echoed silently.

Swimming to the shore in confusion, Klein climbed up and looked around, and found that it was extremely remote, with no roads or living people, only the slightly turbid river water flowing without changing.

This is the end? Mr. A died like this? Who was that lady just now? She was so strong that Mr. A couldn't even scream... She smiled at me... She smiled... Maybe it was Him? But except for the Pope's level, there were no angels walking on the ground, and the Pope's level was obviously not in Beckland... Crane couldn't believe that she had escaped danger.

After calming down, he finally found a sense of reality:

"It should be a strong man sent by the church. She arrived in time and successfully rescued me.

"If I had not notified Miss 'Justice' in advance, they might not have time to act, then I would probably die at the hands of Mr. A today, and I don't know if I can be resurrected...

"Well, there are also factors that I have been persisting in delaying the battle until now.

“It’s pretty good…”

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, coughed twice, and began to find a way out.

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"exile!"

The man in a golden mask pointed at Azke Eggs and threw his figure into the void, not knowing where he threw it.

Immediately, he turned around and looked at Ince Zangwell, who was frowning.

"There is no time left, we can't solve him so quickly! We must hide here as soon as possible and have to exile! Do you want to be discovered by the church's people?" the man wearing a golden mask said in a deep voice in anger.

Ince Zangwell put away his doubts, nodded, turned around and came to the "0-08" that stopped writing, and grabbed it.

His figure was a little staggering, his feet piled with almost torn pants in the battle.

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In the Red Rose Manor, Prince Edsack sat by the floor-to-ceiling window with his eyes extremely empty.

"Your Highness, please be as soon as possible." A voice rang beside him.

Edsack's eyes came alive, he took a breath, picked up the revolver on the table, and pressed against his temple, where there was a bullet that could destroy the spirit.

He turned around and looked at the golf field outside and the horses walking.

Bang!
Chapter completed!