Bang!
The slightly longer barrel of the iron-black revolver recoiled, and a streak of pale-gold light shot out, heading straight for where the target would be in the next moment.
However, the mass of illusory black lines suddenly stopped, as if observing something.
From his state, he hadn't sensed the danger; he was just simply attracted by something else.
A gray-white rabbit leaped out from the lush grass and fled into the distance. A large tree in front of the illusory black mass toppled backward from the sound of the gunshot.
At about the height of a man, the trunk had a huge, irregular hole and pure, blazing pale-gold flames, breaking straight in two!
The force of that "
The dense mass of illusory black lines was clearly startled. Instinctively, it vanished on the spot and reappeared on the surface of a puddle in a shallow pit nearby.
His figure inevitably formed, revealing a man with a pale face, deep-set eyes, and light brown irises. He was about forty years old, with two black mustaches on his lips and a worn tricorn hat on his head.
Klein was no stranger to this man's appearance—his wanted poster had always appeared before Klein, gradually building up a clear impression: "Blood Admiral" Senier!
In Loen alone, his bounty was 42,000 pounds!
He had sneaked into Bayam long ago! Was he here to pick up Turaney von Hermoshein? After that great scientist was discovered and died, had he joined the Rose School's mission against me? It seemed I had a weakness, but until it was triggered, I couldn't know exactly what it was... As these thoughts flashed by, Klein saw Senier's figure vanish again.
However, the traces of this "Blood Admiral" were still obvious. The mass of illusory black lines corresponding to him was like a firefly in the night to Klein's eyes—no difficulty in identifying at all.
That mass of illusory black lines whipped around him at high speed, using the morning dew, shards of glass, and inexplicably frozen puddles to leap again and again, quickly closing the distance.
Klein didn't wait in place. He made small dodges and weaves to avoid being caught by a stray blow from the Rose School demigod fighting nearby.
Senier's actions made him understand one thing: for a "Wraith" to possess a target and directly control his body, it had to first enter a certain range. The Rose School demigod earlier might have been able to do it from a greater distance, but perhaps out of contempt or fear of accidents, he hadn't.
Klein was now certain that Senier was a Sequence 5 "Wraith"! He kept changing positions, waiting for the distance to become more favorable.
Just as the "Blood Admiral" slowed slightly and prepared to possess his target from a distance, the glove on Klein's left hand suddenly turned deep black, as if built layer by layer from pure particles.
He then uttered a foul Demonic word: "Slow!"
Sensing something, Senier changed position abruptly before Klein could speak, but within a seven-to-eight-meter range, everything stopped for a moment. His dodge had no effect.
This was an area-of-effect!
Senier's figure suddenly became sluggish, once again outlined in reality. Klein raised the iron-black revolver in his right hand, pulled back the hammer, and brought the man into his "sighting circle."
Through "Death Knell," he saw the opponent's body covered in various colors. The pale white representing a weakness wasn't on his head, but a little above the
Without hesitation, without delay, Klein pulled the trigger.
A deadly attack!
Just then, a mass of illusory black lines drifted next to Senier and gave him a casual pull.
The "Blood Admiral" immediately tilted to the side. The pale-gold bullet grazed his neck and flew off, hitting a rock in the distance and shattering it to pieces!
Golden flames then ignited around Senier's neck, making him throw his head back and open his mouth.
A sharp, piercing scream erupted, boring into Klein's ears, making his head ring and his body freeze momentarily.
Countless invisible spirits were now swirling around Senier. Mixed with an icy, chilling wind, they charged at the enemy from above, from the ground, from all directions.
In Klein's eyes, the figure of the pale man in the tricorn hat and red coat appeared, one in each eye, quickly becoming complete.
Snap!
Klein snapped his fingers, and his body was instantly covered in a stream of crimson flames.