Bullets that shimmered with a faint golden radiance or burst with brilliant flames tore through the void one after another, hitting the head of the Wraith, Steve.
Thanks to the Clown's control over his body and his persistent practice with marksmanship, Klein's six bullets infused with "Cleanse" struck the exact same area, the same area as the previous two bullets!
They were like the fists of a giant of light, pounding the left cheek of the Wraith Steve again and again!
Amidst the pounding sounds, Steve, entangled by the eerie arms and black-green vines and unable to turn illusory to dodge, had his head jerked to the side. His body shuddered violently, his cheekbone rapidly caving in, snapping into pale white shards of bone!
Bang!
The final bullet completely shattered the area, causing the Sequence 5 powerhouse's dark red blood to splatter. The splendid or golden flames bore inward, burning out wisps of black-green fog.
In that holy radiance, Steve's clothes caught fire, his body rapidly charring, dripping with grease.
But he was still alive!
Compared to the Marionettist Rosago, a Sequence 5 of the Aberrant pathway had significantly stronger survivability!
However, violently struck as he was, Steve could no longer resist the bizarre, tugging arms. His legs were irresistibly pulled forward. He flew nearly as he threw himself toward the bronze door, toward the gaping, profound crack, toward a pair of eyes hidden in the depths of the darkness.
Just then, Sharon, sweating on her brow, suddenly clenched her right hand.
The illusory, subtle light abruptly ceased. The mysterious, indescribable bronze door lost its root of existence.
It wobbled, pulling back its rows of teeth-covered or bloody arms unwillingly before Steve could enter, closing its gap.
Bang!
The door closed, rapidly turning transparent, and vanished!
Steve's forward-leaning body stiffened in place, completely charred and withered, like a desiccated corpse that had been burning for a long time, even more like a carbonized stick with barely any embers left.
Sharon, holding her right hand in a fist and cradling the Deep Crimson Crown, rapidly turned illusory, took a step forward, and overlapped with Steve.
Klein instantly lost track of her in his Spirit Vision, but the charred Steve raised his fists and slammed them against his own already heavily damaged head.
Smack!
His head turned into a pulpy mess like a rotten tomato, pale white spots spraying upward before scattering to the surroundings.
Along with it came a semi-transparent shadow. It rapidly expanded into a huge jellyfish-like entity, within which unreal liquid swirled and a pair of ghastly white eyes began to coalesce!
Sharon was forced out by this eerie thing, reappearing beside it.
She suddenly reached out with her left hand, letting out a silent shriek.
The ground abruptly turned black, becoming a muddy abyss. From it grew a twisted blood-red vine, divided into multiple segments, each segment having four sharp fangs and one eye.
The blood-red vine wildly grew upward, instantly fixing the jellyfish-like shadow in place, greedily absorbing the unreal liquid within.
The shadow rapidly collapsed, and the blood-red vine retracted back into the muddy abyss.
But due to this delay, the headless, charred Steve started running, dashing across the clearing toward the exit.
He still hadn't died completely, even without his head!
Steve had just run a few steps when a crisp sound suddenly rang out in the silent air.
Snap!
Klein, wearing a black double-breasted long coat and a matching half-top hat, threw a snap of his fingers while side-facing him.
Boom!
The earth beneath Steve's feet was violently upturned, crimson flames surging up.
They spread upward, reached their highest point, and then scattered and fell like a beautiful mist of smoke.
Within this mist of smoke, the body of the Wraith Steve completely shattered. Charred hands, feet, organs, and flesh scattered everywhere. A single finger rolled to Klein's feet. The brown, semi-transparent "Biotoxin Vial" fell in another direction.
The mutilated remnants of Steve's body, the last traces of him, wriggled a few times before finally settling.
Amidst the blazing flames and this scene, Klein felt his spirituality become more active. The power within him that wasn't fully his own felt a little closer to him to some extent.
Following this feeling, he transferred his revolver to his left hand, took off his half-top silk hat with his black-gloved right hand, pressed it to his chest, and faced Sharon with a slight bow, offering a salute.
Sharon's blue eyes looked over.
Her gaze passed over Klein, landing on the "Werewolf" Tair and Maric, who were still fighting behind him.
Sharon's figure vanished instantly, and her image was immediately reflected in the eyes of the Werewolf Tair.
Tair stood rigidly, every strand of black hair on his body standing on end.
He raised his arms with difficulty, placing them against his head.
Crack!
He twisted hard, and his eyes saw the spine hidden beneath his torn clothes.
Snap!
Tair twisted and pulled again, ripping his own head clean off!
Throughout the entire process, he did not let out a single scream or a single word.
He held up his own head, blood continuously dripping down. His headless body still stood straight and unyielding.
Sharon did not immediately leave the Werewolf Tair's body. She seemed to be trying something.
Soon, specks of black-green light precipitated from Tair's head and body, rapidly coalescing around one of his fangs.
*So Miss Sharon has a way to accelerate the precipitation of Beyonder Characteristics... The prerequisite should be that she possesses the target, kills them, and gains complete control of the body...* Klein realized with sudden understanding as he bent down to pick up the spent bullet casings scattered on the ground, placing every single one of them into an iron square case.
He was afraid that subsequent investigators, based on the special nature of the casings, would find that "Artisan", find the lady who bought the "Barbarian" and "Briber" formulas, thereby locking down the "Eye of Wisdom" gathering and threatening his own safety.
As for the bullet heads, as if used as materials for a charm, they had already been sacrificed to the corresponding deities in the holy light and flames.