Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 266 An Inexplicable Smile

　　In the deserted fields on the outskirts of the countryside, the old butler Finkel was running away as fast as he could.

　　He lost his hat, his meticulously combed mottled white hair hung down in disarray, and the surface of his clothing was covered with mud.

　　Hoo, hoo …… he paused briefly, gasping for breath and looking behind him, slightly relieved to realize that the place he came from was empty.

　　But he twisted his head, ready to change direction, but found that in front of him at some point more a silhouette.

　　The silhouette wore classical robes with a hood, black eyes hidden in the shadows, and a dull, expressionless face.

　　Finkel’s pupils shrank, and he instantly opened his mouth and attempted to pronounce an Ancient Hermetic word, but was startled to realize that his nose was disappearing and his voice was gone.

　　There was a moment of despair in his expression, and then his entire being was like a stain within the void, wiped clean by a rag, with not a single remnant left.

　　……

　　Achoo! Achoo! Cough! Cough!

　　In the face of Mr. A’s impending deadly attack, Klein was suffering from an illness and headache, making it difficult to manipulate the flames and make a jump.

　　At this point, he couldn’t even create an air bomb.

　　Fear of the unknown took over his mind, and a premonition of danger from the Joker made him “see” himself splitting apart and disintegrating into the tiniest particles of light, with no chance of resurrection.

　　In a flash, Klein reached into his jacket pocket and grasped an object.

　　This was his pre-considered plan to deal with the most dangerous situation!

　　No matter how hasty, the “magician” had some preparation, and would not panic in the battle.

　　Klein took out the Aztec copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew it with difficulty amidst the sneezes and coughs!

　　Without any preceding movement, he saw through his psychic vision a fountain of white bone gushing out, rapidly outlining itself into a huge messenger with pitch-black flames burning in its eye sockets.

　　And at this time, the tome in front of Mr. A also stopped turning, and the voice that came from far away came to an abrupt end.

　　A burst of green-tinged light surged out, and the nearly four-meter-tall white bone messenger cracked apart at once, splitting into countless points of pure light.

　　Behind it, the power that had allowed Klein to only spin in place was the first to collapse, and the figure in the black double-breasted long gown was then enveloped, turning into a statue cast in yellow sand that was blown away by the wind.

　　But that which dispersed were flecks of white, like confetti torn to its most extreme.

　　Klein’s figure emerged on the other side, half-kneeling on the ground, coughing loudly and uncontrollably.

　　He would not have had time to briefly suppress the disease and use the paper man stand-in if he had not had a white bone messenger to block it first!

　　And after all that, his illness got even worse, and he was almost on the verge of losing his ability to resist.

　　Just then, Mr. A, whose fatal blow had failed, suddenly coughed as well, more violently than Klein.

　　He prostrated himself in agony, and froth of blood gushed from the corners of his mouth.

　　Cough cough cough!

　　He coughed out a pile of broken guts and writhing flesh and blood, then opened his mouth with difficulty and tried to lick them into his mouth and forcefully eat them back.

　　What’s going on? Klein was a bit confused for a moment.

　　But that didn’t stop him from stifling his cough, raising his right hand, and aiming his revolver at Mr. A’s head.

　　This instant, he vaguely had some clarity, that is, Mr. A’s injuries on the physical level could be sustained by treating them with flesh and blood magic, but the shock and backlash to his spirit and spirituality could not be compensated for in this way.

　　Mr. A should have switched to another extraordinary ability to slowly heal the wounds of his spiritual body, but he was driven by hatred and forced himself to suppress it and catch up, so after continuously consuming and using extraordinary abilities that exceeded his own load, the situation worsened and exploded at once.

　　Bang! Bang! Bang!

　　Klein shot out all the bullets inside his revolver, and streams of brass, pale gold, and silver-white light flew across the not-so-long distance between the two.

　　To his regret, unable to restrain the sneezing and coughing in the process, the bullets failed to hit all of them, and only two struck Mr. A’s body, one drilling into his forehead and one into his torso.

　　Zip!

　　A burning sound came out, but Mr. A’s head was as if it had no bones, just a combination of a pile of rotten flesh, allowing the pale golden bullets to sink deep into it, quickly stopping and failing to cause fatal damage, only to blossom into a sunny golden aura.

　　Mr. A lifted his neck, and the blood and flesh inside the head that appeared to be broken was writhing madly.

　　He didn’t die, he didn’t even suffer a serious injury.

　　He was once the “Bishop of Rosebud” with a strong life force!

　　Seeing this scene, Klein made an immediate decision, turned his head and ran away, no longer trying to attack, Mr. A, on the other hand, Mr. A, gasping for breath, once again lowered his head and licked up his own coughed out flesh and internal organs.

　　Sneezes and coughs interspersed as Klein ran, tumbling at times.

　　Finally, he escaped to the very edge of the cliff that was over fifty meters away.

　　Below the cliff, the slightly muddy Tasok River ran on, wide but calm.

　　Without hesitation, Klein put his foot down and jumped out.

　　He fell sharply, feeling the intense weightlessness brought about by the free fall.

　　His body tore through the air, trying to adjust his posture in mid-air into the standard maneuver of diving.

　　Cough! Achoo!

　　Illness stopped his ballistic tumbling three and a half times midway, and the opening of his body and the adjustment of his palms failed to fall into place.

　　With a snap, he fell to the surface of the water and crashed into a thin sheet of white paper.

　　The papier-mâché rapidly moistened, half-submerged, half-floating.

　　Not far away, under the water, Klein’s figure was outlined and trembled somewhat.

　　His clothing was soaked, as was the remaining paper inside and the bills in his wallet.

　　Away from Mr. A, the disease had eased …… Klein thought with a sense of relief.

　　If the coughing and sneezing hadn’t calmed down quite a bit at the last minute, he wouldn’t even have had time to use the paper man stand-in method, and would have fallen and bled internally and passed away outright, but of course, if that had been the cause of his death, he felt that he would have been able to come back to life.

　　With his feet stomping on the water, Klein created an invisible, hollow tube in his mouth, letting it stick out of the water to bring himself fresh air.

　　This is the “magician’s” “underwater breathing” performance!

　　Klein inhaled through his mouth and exhaled through his nose, not allowing the turbid gas to pollute the pipe and enter the water directly.

　　At the same time, he quietly swims towards the shore, hoping to avoid Mr. A’s follow-up in this way.

　　Unfortunately, this is not a city, the “faceless man” ability can not be effectively used, otherwise once detached, Mr. A will certainly never find me …… Swimming, Klein instinctively flashed such a thought.

　　This thought made him think of a problem, that is, Mr. A has used the extraordinary ability to control the wind.

　　Generally speaking, this belongs to the “Lord of Storms” pathway …… This pathway is characterized by not only wind, but also water, and is especially good at underwater activities …… Underwater Activities …… “Shepherd” is too comprehensive and terrifying! In a flash of thought, Klein’s heart almost stopped beating.

　　He swam upstream, no longer hiding!

　　As soon as he surfaced, close to the shore, he saw Mr. A’s beautiful, demonic face with fish scales and gaping gills.

　　The corners of Mr. A’s mouth, whose bright red robe floated on the water, hooked up, and in his eyes was hatred like substance.

　　Spell! Can only fight! Struggle to hold on until the reinforcements from the church arrive, or Mr. Aztec gets out of the trap! Disease relieved Klein did not hesitate to raise his right hand, ready to snap his fingers.

　　Right at this moment, both of them looked into the midair at the same time, almost as an instinctive reaction.

　　A figure with a feminine softness was quickly outlined there.

　　The figure wore a hood and dark robes, and looked at Mr. A with a dull gaze.

　　Then, Klein saw that Mr. A seemed to have turned into a pencil drawing that was quickly erased by an eraser without any resistance, leaving only eyes with unwillingness in their bewilderment, and despair hidden in their madness engraved within the mind of the only audience at the scene.

　　What kind of bit of this …… is this! What kind of strength! Klein’s thoughts had just moved when he realized that the figure had turned his head sideways and looked at himself.

　　It was a beautiful face, but without the slightest expression, and the black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked spirituality.

　　Just as Klein’s heart was beating wildly, thinking that he too would disappear without a word, not knowing if there was any chance of resurrection, the corners of the woman’s mouth slowly tugged and hooked upwards, revealing a smile.

　　A smile? Klein was stunned for a moment, suspecting he was dreaming.

　　Before he could regain his senses, the figure instantly faded and disappeared, the sound of the water clattering around him echoing in silence.

　　Bewildered and puzzled, he swam to the bank and Klein climbed up, looking around him and realizing that this place was unusually remote, with no roads, no living souls, and only the slightly murky waters of the river flowing in a never-changing stream.

　　And that was the end of it, Mr. A was just dead? Who was that lady just now, so strong that Mr. A couldn t even scream in time …… She also smiled at me …… smiled …… Maybe k? But the three major churches, in addition to the Pope This level of characters, where there are still angels walking on the ground, and the Pope that level of characters obviously will not be in the Beckland …… Klein could not believe that he was out of danger this.

　　Sinking his mind, he finally found a few moments of truth:

　　”It should be the strong person sent out by the church, she arrived in time and managed to rescue me.

　　”If I didn’t notify Miss ‘Justice’ in advance, they may not be able to act in time, then there’s a high probability that I’ll die at the hands of Mr. A today, and I still don’t know if I can be resurrected ……

　　”Well, there’s also the factor that I kept insisting and delayed the fight until now.

　　”Not bad ……”

　　Klein sighed in relief, coughed twice, and began to look for a way out.

　　……

　　”Banishment!”

　　The man in the golden mask pointed at Azic Aegis and threw his figure into the void to who knows where.

　　Whirling around, he turned to face Ince Zangwill, who frowned at him.

　　”There’s no time, there’s no way we can finish him off that quickly! We must hide here as soon as possible, only banish! Do you want the Church to find out our secret?” The man in the golden mask said in an annoyed, deep voice.

　　Ince Zangwill put away his doubts and nodded, turning to the “0-08” that had stopped writing and grabbing it.

　　He was hobbling a bit, his pants almost torn from the battle piled up at his feet.

　　……

　　Inside the Red Rose Manor, Prince Edzak sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes unusually empty.

　　”Your Royal Highness, please be quick.” A voice sounded beside him.

　　Edzak’s eyes came to life and he took a breath, picking up the revolver on the table that held a bullet capable of obliterating spirits against his temple.

　　He looked back, favorably, at the golf course and the horses at a walk outside.

　　Bang!

　　He pulled the trigger.