Whoosh! A gale burst from Bishop Miller's body, billowing his deep blue cleric robe.
Crack, crack, crack! The branches of nearby street trees snapped and flew into the air.
Not only her, but Cecil,
Ireland, directly facing Bishop Miller, made a series of backward steps and backflips, avoiding the oncoming pressure of the wind.
Klein and Danitz did not resist; they drifted back like kites, seemingly about to fall but finally maintaining their balance.
As the hurricane just subsided, six figures emerged from the dispelled fog, all wearing black cloaks, their heads missing, with only necks still gushing blood, and only swirling breezes holding up their hoods.
Huh! Huh! A low, pre-attack growl of beasts came from their throats.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Thin and sharp wind blades shot out, leaving obvious deep gaps where Klein had rolled.
Thud, thud, thud! On either side of Bishop Miller, who carried a lantern and whose deep blue clerical robe was gently lifted, the six headless men charged at Klein, Ireland, and others, shaking the ground.
One headless monster is hard enough to deal with, now six at once... and a clearly contaminated bishop! "Flaming" Danitz could not help but feel his scalp tingle at this sight.
At that moment, a gleam of brass flashed before his eyes, flying into the distance.
Clang, clang, clang! Azik's copper whistle fell to the ground and bounced a few times.
With a swoosh, the six headless men all changed direction at once, rushing to where Azik's copper whistle had stopped, leaving Bishop Miller standing alone.
Klein seized the opportunity, raised his left palm, tore off the "
After saying that, ignoring his blown-off silk top hat, he half-bent down and charged at Bishop Miller, zigzagging.
Swish, swish, swish! Dense wind blades shot out, all aimed at Klein.
In an instant, many marks appeared on the ground, as if cut by knives and axes, and Klein, either rolling, diving sideways, or supporting himself with his hands to backflip, dodged the first volley.
The crimson light in Bishop Miller's eyes grew stronger as he raised both hands.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish! At this moment, the wind blade attacks were like a machine gun raking. Klein only managed to dodge most, but his body was torn apart, turning into thin light paper scraps floating in the air.
Klein appeared in another direction and continued charging at Bishop Miller, trying to close the distance to a suitable range!
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Catching the "Sun Brooch," Ireland immediately felt a burning sensation, wanting to take off his clothes and jump into nearly freezing water.
After pondering Gehrman Sparrow's words for a moment, he took out a tin-colored square flask from inside his clothes, unscrewed the cap, and poured out all the Lilang inside, the rich aroma of alcohol quickly spreading around.
"Flaming" Danitz looked around and got a grasp of the situation.
He grinned, knelt on one knee, and slammed both palms onto the ground.
Two crimson fire snakes appeared out of thin air, creeping along the ground toward the place where Azik's copper whistle was, building four blazing fire walls around it.
He originally thought of throwing a fireball at Bishop Miller, allowing Gehrman Sparrow to easily jump near him using the flames and attack, but after seeing the still fierce wind around the bishop, he rationally gave up this plan and decided to first clear the headless monsters, preventing them from interfering with Gehrman Sparrow's true strength.
Crevis, Cecil, Tig, and Harris had already stood up, retrieved their guns, and protected Urdi, Donna, Diemudo, and others in the middle, on guard against other possible monsters.
Their experience told them that without prior training in coordination, it was best not to recklessly interfere in a battle that was not for humans.
Thud, thud, thud! The six headless men, ignoring the burning flames, broke through the crimson walls and scrambled like hungry dogs for Azik's copper whistle.
This gave Ireland time to calmly infuse the "Sun Brooch" with spirituality, waiting for holy water to condense and flow into the square flask.
Seeing the headless men scrambling, Danitz's heart stirred, and he half-bent over, his face reddening as he condensed in his right palm a flame spear with a glowing white tip.
He stepped forward, twisted his waist, and threw the flame spear. It whistled through the air, hit a headless man, and pinned him to the ground.
A white flame burst out, and the lower half of the headless man's body turned to ashes; the rest also burned, emitting black-green gas.
Seeing the attack successful, Danitz was about to continue but suddenly sensed a mad, terrifying hunger.
At that moment, he felt as if he were before an abyss, only one step away from falling.
He knew that Gehrman Sparrow was no longer suppressing the mad soul within him.
After using the paper substitute three times, Klein finally entered the intended distance.
The glove on his left hand suddenly erupted with long-suppressed hunger, squirmed, and grew dark golden scales.
Klein's pupils then faded and seemed to become vertical.