Just as the crimson moonlight suddenly dimmed, a corresponding thought immediately popped into Klein's mind: "The Crimson Moon has been covered by the mist again!"
The moment this thought surfaced, the faintly visible figures moving back and forth outside the dark curtain all vanished, as if evaporated, and the beast-like growling sounds abruptly ceased.
The environment here has returned to its previous state... The "Despair Witch" Parnatia can move normally again...
He wanted to distance himself from Mr. A, to avoid further infection of the disease, while deciding whether to risk entering that ancient church depending on the situation.
Regarding his current predicament, Klein already had a preliminary plan: try to use Mr. A, who had diverse abilities and considerable strength, to divert the attention of the terrifying witch, Parnatia. After all, to the latter, there was no essential difference in the "quality" of a "Shepherd" and a "Puppet Master"—both could fill her stomach. She would definitely go after whoever was easier to catch.
At that time, a battle between the two would inevitably erupt, and Klein would look for an opportunity to "snipe" Parnatia!
Just as the crimson fire stream erupted, enveloping Klein's figure, he saw Mr. A once again transform into a shadow, merging into the surrounding environment, disappearing to an unknown location.
He ran... he ran... Aren't you the crazed Mr. A who acts recklessly? Shouldn't you be continuing to chase your prey? Why did you run... Klein's gaze sharpened, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
His figure then disappeared from the fiery stream and appeared in the firelight dozens of meters away.
Just as Klein leaped out of the flames, his forehead burned hot again, his lungs felt heavy, and his breathing became sharply difficult.
Plague! The Despair Witch Parnatia's plague has spread over here!
In Klein's eyes, this brightly dressed woman in a pure white robe had somehow already floated in midair, walking step by step towards him.
Beneath Parnatia's feet was a spiderweb formed from countless transparent threads, connecting to the surrounding houses and trees, covering half the street.
In the eyes of this half-god level witch, the intense hunger had already receded, no longer a distinct blood-red. Her gaze towards Gehrman Sparrow carried a hint of madness and mockery, as if she wanted to make him lose his ability to resist bit by bit, and experience the deepest, heaviest, and most painful despair.
Klein forcibly held back a cough, snapped his fingers again, and made a tree near the spired church suddenly burst into a stream of crimson flames.
His figure was immediately covered by the firelight, rapidly faded, and flashed onto that tree, appearing within the flickering, gorgeous, and brilliant "fireworks."
Immediately after, Klein leaped sharply towards the ground, quickly rolling to the side of the ancient church.
Just at this moment, his body suddenly felt cold. He saw thick ice forming on his feet, thighs, and waist, while white frost settled around him and the temperature plummeted.
Klein clenched his teeth, suppressing the terror in his heart. Following the predetermined plan, he calmly stretched out both hands and pressed them against the wall.
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Silently, Klein passed through the dark, thick wall and entered the interior of the spired church.
At his original position, a dark, abyssal fireball was a fraction too late and could only crash into the corner of the wall, rippling out like water, burning the nearby frost and weeds to a crisp.
At this moment, around the spire of the ancient church, the flying crows opened their mouths: "Caw!" "Caw!" "Caw!"
Parnatia stopped in her tracks, staring at the pitch-black church ahead, a look of fear gradually appearing on her face.
...
Inside the church, Klein, who had just passed through the wall, was first rendered unable to see by the environment, which was darker than outside. Then, as the frost melted, he adapted to the dim light and could see the scene ahead clearly.
Within his line of sight, one figure after another hung in midair. They were all humans! Some wore black classical robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore billowing skirts, and some had tattered clothes, like beggars. Some had rough features, some had deep, handsome, and masculine contours, some had delicate, beautiful features, and some were young and cute, with no resemblance to each other. No, they still had something in common. They were all like smoked meat being air-dried, hanging from a height, heads drooping, eyes rolled back, swaying.
Klein felt his scalp gradually prickling with numbness. He no longer doubted the description by Parnatia and Mr. A that this place was extremely dangerous.
He pressed his back against the wall, planning to immediately "open the door" to get out and avoid danger the moment any change occurred. When the "Despair Witch" found him, he would go through the wall again to evade the attack, repeating this to ensure his safety.
Woo! A cold, sinister wind swept through the church. The figures, the corpses suspended in midair, all turned simultaneously to face Klein. Their collars seemed to be connected to ropes, their heads still hanging low.