Part 4 The Undead Chapter 47 A Gunshot
The three kinds of paper in “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” are distinctly different from each other in terms of feel. The white paper that can only record Sequence 7, Sequence 8, and Sequence 9 has a smooth surface and is thinly layered, while the yellowish-brown parchment that corresponds to Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 seems like nitrated leather, and is extremely pliable, and the three pages of burnt umber that can record the divinity are thick and textured. texture, they allow one to make the most effective distinction without the need for the eyes to measure, just by a quick touch.
Klein’s fingers quickly found the thick and textured pages and lightly pinched the center page.
Although the concealed pocket was not big enough for him to open “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” completely, the hooded robe that “Magician” Forsyth had modified by himself still provided a good amount of space, allowing the palm-sized magic book to be unfolded to a 90-degree angle, which made the book look as if it had been opened. The book could be unfolded to 90 degrees.
While holding the “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” with his palm to prevent it from closing, Klein slid his fingers over the surface of the corresponding page and felt a slight bumpy sensation on the surface, allowing strange patterns and symbols full of mysterious and ancient flavors to be presented directly in his mind with the help of his sense of touch.
Spirituality was then infused.
This page of burnt yellow paper recorded the demigod ability of the “Storm” pathway:
”Tornado”!
Kraven wanted to use this to create chaos, interfere with the Aurora Club saints who might be hiding in the shadows, kill Mr. X, and use the wind to escape from here.
In addition to this purpose, the chaos would also effectively cover up the traces, allowing the party members to get separated and flee in a mess, and with their respective identities unclear, they would all become suspect for doing so, making it difficult for the Aurora Council to track down Hugh.
While his thoughts were spinning, Klein locked his eyes on a spot and slowly pulled out the “Lemanno’s Travel Notes” with his left hand.
At the same time, Mr. X took two steps next to him, and was in the same direction as him, just like an old friend who hadn’t seen him for years.
Immediately after that, a whimpering sound exploded, and a horrible hurricane visible to the naked eye swirled and twisted around and appeared in the place designated by Klein’s spirituality.
The tables, coffee tables, sofas, and high-backed chairs in the room flew up with it, and the violent tornado cracked the walls, took away the roof, and swept towards the entrance of the alley, and those members who attended the party, some of them were at the edge of the wind, and were thrown directly into the distance, and some of them were pushed by the wind pressure, stumbling forward and running to other places.
If not for Klein’s intentional control of the timing of the tornado’s creation and the direction of its travel, not only would the outdated house where Mr. X was located have been destroyed, but the rows of apartment buildings around it would have been equally difficult to be spared, and those partygoers would have been swept directly into the wind, whether they were dead or alive depended on their luck.
The sound of oohing quickly became agitated, and the tornado that leapt straight up into the sky like a terrifying giant lumbered towards the mouth of the alley, towards the street location, and wherever it passed, the ground was clean, with not a single thing left behind.
Klein was similarly blown away, and he and the spirit-possessed Mr. X were thrown into another street.
In this process, because both sides just stood close to each other, and the spirit can float in the air, and can control the target’s body to a certain extent at the edge of the tornado, so the distance between Klein and Mr. X was always kept within five meters, and the manipulation of the “spiritual body line” has never stopped.
In mid-air, with the sound of wind whistling in his ears, Klein’s right hand violently tore through the surface of his hooded robe, penetrated into his armpit, and drew out the “Deathstroke” revolver.
Even though Mr. X’s current state could be dealt with by air bullets, Kline decided to be cautious, fearing that his opponent’s magical item might have some passive effect, like the necklace of “General Blood” Seignior.
Hunting is all about doing your best!
As Klein drew his gun, his manipulation of the “Spiritual Thread” was significantly affected, and if Mr. X hadn’t been so close to being under complete control, he would have regained basic consciousness with just this one hit.
However, even so, Mr. X’s thoughts were no longer so frozen, and became a little more active.
He tries to struggle, but for a brief moment, the possessed “spirit” Seignior once again makes all his efforts stiff and contradictory.
Then Mr. X’s pupils saw the enemy falling across his body, half of his thin face and the corresponding deep lines.
In his vision the other man coolly cocked the hammer and aimed the blackened muzzle at himself.
Bang!
Without hesitation Klein pulled the trigger, and the roar of the gun was swallowed up by the wind.
Mr. X’s head jerked back, as if pressed against his face by an invisible hand.
His head, his brass mask, split into countless pieces at this moment, carrying red and white liquids that flew in all directions.
A fatal shot!
The death knell tolled for him!
Puff!
After firing that shot, Klein landed on his back and fell to the street floor.
Mr. X fell to the side, and the blood and debris that flew in the air flowed backward, converging on his neck to form a head full of cracks and crevices.
This is the ability of the “Grieving Soul”.
At this moment, the tornado that had lost its hold began to disperse, and the great commotion just now had undoubtedly made the demigods in the distance aware of it.
Inside the Holy Wind Cathedral, the new Archbishop of Birkeland, “Deep Blue Priest” Radar Valentine immediately flew out of the room and floated into the air.
Klein, who fell to the ground, saw that the wind pressure had weakened, grasped the “Deathstroke” revolver in one hand, and held the “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” in the other hand, and was about to turn the latter to the first page of the yellowish-brown parchment section.
It was only after he got hold of the book that he realized that among the pages of records that already existed on it was the “Traveler’s Gate”.
Klein initially thought it was a coincidence, but after careful consideration, he thought it was inevitable, because “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” belonged to Abraham’s ancient family, who held the “Apprentice” path and many corresponding magical items, and had the resources and the ability to record the “Traveler’s Door”. They have the resources and the willingness to record the ability of the “traveler”, after all, it is very, very, very useful.
At this moment, as soon as the “Traveler’s Gate” is formed, Kraven can take the body of Mr. X, possessed by “Sénior the Grieving Soul”, and leave with ease.
The reason why he didn’t use it inside the house was because the possible presence of the Aurora Society’s Saint was undisturbed, so he had a chance to detect and interrupt it, and because Mr. X was a “traveler”, there was a certain probability that he could make use of the “portal” to get out of his predicament, so Klein didn’t want to take any chances until he was completely dead. He didn’t want to take any chances until he was completely dead.
At that moment, Klein’s eyes darkened, and he realized that the streets around him were filled with dark and strange invisible liquid, which flowed and surged over, and quickly coalesced to form a solid cage.
In such darkness, a shadow came to life, and its icy gaze all fell on him.
Demigod level power! The Aurora Society really did have a Saint in the vicinity! There was no way to directly teleport! Klein’s heart tightened, and calmly turned the “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” to the burnt page.
Here!
A silver-white “python” leaped out of the air, entangled with each other and swept through the darkness, illuminating everything.
”Lightning Storm”!
The solidified blackness shattered, and without any hesitation, Klein shoved his right hand, which was holding the revolver of the “Deathstroke”, into a dark pocket, and squeezed the dark green stone, which was covered with burn marks.
”Gate!”
He chanted in an unusually calm tone in the ancient Hermetic language.
A light blue glow erupted and Klein’s figure quickly became a blur, even as the body of Mr. X, who had leaned in to grab his shoulder, changed in the same way.
The two figures were instantly transparent and invisible, disappearing in place, quickly moving away and subtly disengaging within the brightly colored and overlapping spirit world.
A low grunt escaped from someone in the alley strewn with pieces of wood, debris, cloth, and assorted miscellaneous items that had turned into flat ground inside the party house covered in shadows:
”Damn!”
By this time, the other party members had already fled the street, while a sonic boom came from high above in the distance.
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Hugh and Forsyth, who were searching for ghosts in the East End, were startled by the sudden brightening of the sky, and were busy looking into the corresponding distance, seeing the silver-white forest that blossomed like a flower.
The twisted gesture, the hideousness of it, made them shudder inexplicably even from a distance, and they were almost afraid to look at it directly.
”What on earth is happening there?” Hugh muttered in a low voice, and Voorhees looked at me and me in bewilderment.
In her heart, Forsyth had some guesses, but she couldn’t believe it, because it was completely beyond the “world” Germaine Sparrow’s power position in her heart!
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Inside an unlit alley, Klein floated out of thin air with Mr. X’s body and landed on the ground.
Without any panic, he left the “Deathstroke” revolver in the concealed pocket, and then used his right hand to take out another book from his chest:
Grosser’s Travels!
Snap! Klein slaps the book, written by the “Dragon of Ideas” Anglewild, onto Mr. X’s face, staining the cover with blood.
A moment later, Mr. X’s body disappears, leaving behind the “Spirit” Seignior, wearing an old tricorn hat and a dark red coat.
Immediately afterward, Klein put away “Groselle’s Travels” and turned over “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” so that the other scorched yellow page was facing up.
Suddenly, a bright light erupted from the book, and an illusory angel with twelve pairs of wings rose up and landed on Krynn.
It was all over in a flash, and the alley was back to darkness, with only the dull moonlight shining silently.
Klein then took out another metal vial, poured out the blood stored in it, and evenly applied it to the cover of “Lemanor’s Travel Notes”.
After doing so, he put away the other items, pulled off his hooded robe, and casually shook it to the side.
A reddish fire rose up and burned the tattered clothing cleanly.
At the same time, Klein wordlessly grew 10 centimeters and became rather ordinary in appearance.
Then, he discerned a good direction based on the stars in the sky, picked up a fallen branch to help him out, and quickly made his way through a few streets of Darkness Fall, returning to the cheap inn from before.
Up until this point, he hadn’t realized what extra weakness he had.
Inside the single room of the cheap hotel, Klein changed into his own clothes and transformed back into Germaine Sparrow.
Looking in the mirror at the crazy adventurer with a thin face and cold temperament, he was silent for a few seconds, picked up his half-height silk bowler hat, and put it on to the top of his head.
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The house was turned into a flat ground over the Storm Church Cardinal, the Archbishop of the Diocese of Birkeland, “Deep Blue Priest” Radar Valentine, who failed to catch the rats, looked down in silence for a long time, without saying a word.
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160 Birklund Street, butler Walter looked at the visitor outside the door with slight surprise:
”Bishop, you suddenly came over, what is the matter?”
Bishop Elektra chuckled:
”I heard that Dawn is sick, I came to visit him, perhaps with the blessing of the Goddess, he will recover quickly.”