Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 244 Preparation is Important

　　Hallucinatingly, Klein had that familiar feeling again, as if every tree, every leaf, every rock, and every blade of grass around him wanted to put him to death.

　　Seeing that the strange web of debris, paper, and other trash connected together was about to pounce, his body suddenly collapsed and thinned, transforming into a paper man.

　　Whoosh!

　　The arrow-like branches pierced through the paper man and fell into the distance, while the strange net then completely wrapped everything there, entangling it into an orb and gently writhing.

　　Klein’s body emerged seven or eight meters to the side, knowing that the attack he had feared had come after all.

　　Without making any observation or the slightest hesitation, he lifted his right palm and was about to probe into his coat pocket and take out the Adventurer’s Harmonica.

　　The situation he had just encountered made him realize that the attacker had a high probability of being a demigod of the Rose School, an enemy he could not fight against at the moment!

　　The one who had chased Sharon in the beginning had given him a similar feeling!

　　Just at this time, the paper figures in his pockets suddenly flew out and stuck to his face, one after another, layer after layer!

　　At the same time, Klein’s sleeves tightened of their own accord, strangling his arms and lower arms, stopping the lowering of his palms.

　　His tarabas, his brown jacket, shrank inward in droves, like giant bears exerting a hug!

　　In just a second or two he was bound in place by his shirt, pants and shoes, his face covered in paper figures, his ribs about to break, and his breathing becoming incredibly difficult.

　　Klein was both mentally prepared and experienced in combat, there was no panic in this moment, and the thumb and middle finger of his unaffected right hand stuck together and snapped.

　　At the crook of his leg, crimson flames rose up at once, burning clean through the tightly wrapped pants around his knee before spreading upward and downward.

　　Seizing the opportunity, Klein popped up hard on his knees and lunged to his right like a cannonball that had just been fired and landed helplessly.

　　He was in midair when he snapped his fingers again, this time igniting the sleeve at the joint of his right arm!

　　And where he originally stood, the green weeds suddenly withered, and the blackish ground instantly whitened, as if it had been weathered for a long time.

　　This attack came silently and without warning, if not for Klein knowing that the enemy was powerful and staying in the same position was likely to encounter an irresistible attack, and disarming the effects on his legs first, he would have suffered a heavy blow by now, losing his ability to fight, and even burying his life.

　　In a popping sound, two places of Klein’s sleeve flared up, his right palm finally had room to move, probing into his coat pocket and grabbing the adventurer’s harmonica.

　　Flop!

　　He dropped to the ground and did a roll, his right hand whirling around and letting his body pop up, his human-skin gloved left palm snapping with it.

　　It was this time that he aimed at the paper people that were plastered to his face, making it impossible for him to breathe.

　　Snap!

　　The paper people burst into flames, and the crimson tongues of fire almost burned Klein’s hair.

　　At that moment, a scene suddenly flashed within his mind:

　　A thin arrow congealed from ice crystals and tinted with a shadowy green ran towards his head at an extremely fast speed!

　　Because of its speed, and because it was transparent, this thin arrow could not be detected normally!

　　But even if Klein had gained a premonition of danger, it was already a bit too late, as he was still bound by his clothing that affected his movement, and he was too late to avoid it completely.

　　In a flash of thought, he barely bent at the waist, and his upper body fell backwards and moved quite a bit to the right.

　　Poof!

　　The cold, tiny ice arrow hit the left side of his chest, causing the brown jacket and all-white polo shirt in that area to instantly shatter and fly aPart 1nto midair.

　　However, this deadly ice arrow was not able to continue forward, because what was in front of it was a book with a dark brown cover.

　　This booklet looked ordinary, bound by the common yellowish-brown parchment into the inner pages, but it did not shatter like the two layers of clothing on the outside, and not even a single gap had appeared.

　　The Travels of Grocer!

　　This is an item that was not damaged by the “lightning storm” of “Poseidon’s Scepter” and a small amount of power from the mysterious space!

　　Klein, who had been frightened by the telegram “I see you” last night, had no doubt added a new measure of protection, and had prepared all the means he could think of!

　　In addition to keeping the traveler’s journal close to his vitals, he also has a steel cigarette case in his other pocket containing a tainted “kindling” glove, which he will dismantle in case of trouble and throw out to see if he can attract the attention of the “Real Creator”. Once the situation was right, he would disarm the wall of spirituality and throw out this item to see if it could attract the attention of the “Real Creator”, so that K would send his strong men over and make the situation even more chaotic.

　　He knew that the Real Creator and other evil gods also detested the Mother Tree of Desire!

　　After blocking the ice arrow, Klein fell down, rolled to the side, and brought the Adventurer’s Harmonica to his mouth and blew violently.

　　At this time, his face was a little blackened by the smoke of the burning paper man, but because of the assistance of the “manipulation of flames”, he was not injured.

　　Then, he felt that the clothes that bound his left arm, waist, abdomen, thighs, neck, and feet returned to normal, allowing him to regain his freedom.

　　Playing the harmonica while already quickly opening his psychic vision, he saw Miss Messenger step out of the void, the four blonde, red-eyed heads carried in her hands turning on their own and looking at the same place.

　　One of the heads “hummed”, opened its mouth and inhaled.

　　A cold wind blew, and a silhouette was forced out of the lime green trees by an invisible force a hundred meters away from Klein.

　　The silhouette could no longer maintain a state that was difficult for others to see, and quickly became semi-transparent and half-real.

　　He was a brownish-black old man with thinning white hair and deep wrinkles, his features were very characteristic of the Southern Continent, his brown eyes just reflected Renette Tignicole’s appearance, his eyebrows couldn’t help but jump for a moment, and then he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth, as if he was going to give the other party the ultimate curse that was brewing out of the long silence.

　　Just then, the other head that Renette Tinnikol was carrying opened its mouth as well, as if in a silent whine.

　　Thus, nothing happened within these woods.

　　Seeing this, Jax was busy turning his head slightly and looking over at Klein, who before he could make any reaction, his left and right eyes were each filled with the other’s thinning white hair and exaggerated wrinkles!

　　His mind turned cold for a moment, his thoughts not exactly sluggish, but he lost control of his body and could only watch as the white-haired old man disappeared and turned to face the messenger lady himself.

　　The two heads that Renette Tignicole had carried suddenly flew out and came to Klein, one of them opening its mouth and sucking air into it, the other with red eyes that darkened and teeth that grew longer and sharpened at the roots, somewhere between the unreal and the real.

　　Klein saw the translucent old man with thinning white hair being forcibly “yanked” out of his body, and then the head with the long teeth of the messenger lady bit into his shoulder, tearing off a large piece of something that looked like a spirit or a body.

　　Jacks frowned, did not let out a scream, his figure suddenly disappeared, jumped to a hundred meters away inside a piece of glass.

　　Then, as if he was being chased by an invisible hand, an invisible enemy, he continuously flashed in shallow puddles and puddles, animal eyes, small grass dewdrops, etc., and finally gained a chance to catch his breath, and at this time, Klein’s body was still a bit stiff, and he felt cold from the inside out.

　　Whew …… Jacks entered the spirit world and walked out again, with a wet, slimy, palm sized little man in his hand.

　　This little man had only one hole in his face, where it was gulping the grayish mist that Klein felt familiar with.

　　Without hesitation, Jax directly stuffed this little person into his mouth.

　　Seeing this situation, the other two heads that Renette Tignicole was carrying also detached from her palms, and together with the previous ones, flew towards Jax at the same time, so fast that it was near instantaneous.

　　But Jax had already begun to change.

　　His body surface turned black, his skin wrinkled up and secreted visible water stains, his hair, eyebrows, and all the rest withered and withered and drifted down, and his limbs then thinned and lengthened.

　　It was a second’s work, and Jax seemed to be assimilated by the little man, becoming the large, black, wet baby with slender limbs and swollen, dry, wrinkled skin!

　　His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, on the other hand, detached from their original positions and moved toward the center of his face, seeming to come together and congeal into an entirely new organ.

　　His skin, his arms, the shape of his new organ, all carried with them an unspeakable mystery and evil, and Klein’s body, freshly reprieved from the gloom, itched to the point of extreme irritation at the mere sight of it, and a red patch of fine particles protruded from his epidermis.

　　His eyes no doubt stung unbearably as well, and instinctively he squeezed them shut and squeezed out tears.

　　By the time he had calmed down a little with the aid of meditation and reopened his eyes, he realized that the messenger lady and the demigod of the Rose School had been lost.

　　However, Klein’s spiritual intuition told him that the two were still in the vicinity, doing fierce battles sometimes in the spirit world and sometimes outside, whether it was the falling of leaves, the shaking of weeds, the crawling of bugs, or the running of wild beasts, all of them represented one confrontation after another.

　　With a thought, Klein took out the “Deathstroke” revolver and pinched the first joint of his index finger twice with his left thumb.

　　Uncountable illusory threads appeared in his eyes, allowing him to see something different from his normal visual and psychic state:

　　The two dense masses of black threads that swam rapidly around him and tangled back and forth symbolized Renette Tignicole and that demigod of the Rose School!

　　In addition to these, Klein also noticed a dense mass of illusory black lines farther away rapidly closing in on his location, pausing now and then to avoid the two demigods in the midst of a fierce battle.

　　There was another enemy? An enemy who had previously been hiding in the distance waiting for the outcome, but now decided to join the battle? In any case, in this situation, the one who was stealthily approaching could definitely be the enemy! With a slight movement of his eyes, Kraven wrenched the hammer of the “Deathstroke”, and placed it in a natural downward position for a deadly attack.

　　Then, pretending not to notice the illusory black line, he reached into his pocket with his left palm, grasped a gold coin, and made it jump and tumble between his fingers in a soothsaying gesture.

　　He was interfering with the approaching person’s psychic intuition of danger!

　　Having lost the paper man, this was the only way he could use it.

　　Waiting patiently for two seconds until the opponent came into firing range, Klein’s eyes were solemn as he violently raised his right hand, aimed in that direction, and pulled the trigger!