Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 29 “The Two Fifths Aura”
Whoa!
Gusts of wind whipped out of Bishop Miller’s body, holding up his dark blue clerical garb.
Click-click-click-click-click! The branches of the nearby street trees snapped and flew into mid-air.
Donna’s body involuntarily rose up and was thrown a few meters, falling to the ground in pain.
Not only her, but Cecil, Denton, Diomedo, Harris, and the others were also carried by the wind and fell to different positions, the only ones who only stumbled and fell to the ground and tumbled a few times were Crivis, Tigre, and Uldi, either because of their weight from their long workouts or because of their heavy and unusually obese bodies.
Erland, who was facing Bishop Miller, made successive maneuvers such as backward and backward flips to avoid the oncoming wind-pressure slap.
Klein and Danez didn’t bother to fight it hard, and went along backwards, drifting like kites, looking like they were about to fall, but eventually keeping their balance.
As soon as the hurricane stopped, six figures were revealed within the fog, all of them wearing black cloaks, all but their heads, only their necks still gurgling blood, with only the swirling breeze holding up their hoods.
Lotus! Ho!
A low chirp came from their throats, the sound of a wild beast before it is ready to strike.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A thin, sharp blade of wind shot out, leaving visible, deep gaps where Klein had tumbled.
Stomp!
On either side of Bishop Miller, who carried a horse lamp and had his dark blue clerical robes gently raised, six headless men rushed towards Klein, Elan and the others, stomping on the ground and shaking it somewhat.
One headless monster is difficult to deal with, and now there are six …… and there are obviously contaminated bishops! “Blaze” Danez couldn’t help but feel a little numb when he saw this scene.
Just at that moment, a flash of brass light flew before his eyes, casting into the distance.
Dang, dang, dang, the Aztec brass whistle fell to the ground and bounced a few times.
With a whoop, the six headless men changed direction at the same time, rushing toward the spot where the Aztec brass whistle had stopped, leaving Bishop Miller standing alone.
Seizing the opportunity, Klein raised his left palm, tore off the “sun brooch” from his coat, threw it to the nearest Captain Erlend, and cried out succinctly:
”Spiritual infusion, five seconds, holy water.”
After this, he ignored the blown silk hat, and, half bending his body, rushed left and right toward Bishop Miller.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A stream of wind blades shot out intensively, all aimed at Klein.
The ground instantly surfaced many slash-like traces, while Klein either rolled, or lunged sideways, or propped up the ground with his hands and leapt up backwards, dodging the first round of fire.
The dark red light in Bishop Miller’s eyes grew even brighter, and at the same time, he raised his hands.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
At this moment, the wind blade’s attack was as if a machine gun was strafing, and Klein only had time to dodge most of it before his body was torn apart, turning into thin and light confetti that flew in midair.
Klein floated in the other direction and continued to rush towards Bishop Miller, to close the distance between the two to a level suitable for play!
……
Catch the “sun brooch” Erland immediately feel the heat, want to take off the clothes, jump into the water is about to freeze.
He slightly pondered the words left behind by Germaine Sparrow, and took out a tin-iron colored square wine pot from the inside of his clothes, unscrewed the lid, and poured out all the spirits inside, and the rich aroma of the wine filled the surrounding area quickly.
”Blaze” Danez looked around the room, getting a handle on the situation.
With his teeth bared, he crouched down on one knee and pressed his palms to the ground.
Two reddish snakes of fire appeared out of nowhere, spreading across the ground to where the Aztec Copper Post stood, casting a four-sided wall of burning fire in its honor.
His original idea was to throw a fireball at Bishop Miller, so that Germaine Sparrow could use the flames to easily jump to the vicinity of the other party and launch an attack, but after taking a look at the still bitterly cold winds in the area around the bishop, he rationally abandoned this plan and prepared to clean up the headless monsters first, so as to prevent them from interfering with the realization of Germaine Sparrow’s true strength.
Crivis, Cecil, Tigre and Harris had by now regained their feet and retrieved their guns, protecting Uldi, Donna and Diomedo in the center, on guard against any other monsters that might arrive.
Their experience had taught them that it was best not to meddle haphazardly in battles that were not human without prior training to work together.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Unconcerned with the searing flames, the six headless men barged through the crimson walls and scrambled for the Aztec copper whistle like hungry dogs.
This gave Aeran time to pour his spirituality into the Sun Brooch and wait for the holy water to condense and flow into the square flask.
Seeing the group of headless people grabbing a group, Daniz’s heart slightly moved, half bent down his back, his face flushed red, in his right palm cohesion of a flaming lance with a blazing white tip.
He stepped forward, turned his waist and flung his arm, and threw the flaming lance out, whistling and hitting one of the headless people and pinning it to the ground.
Blazing white flames rose up, and the small half of the headless man’s body turned directly into ashes, the rest of it burning equally, constantly rising up in black-green gases.
Seeing that the attack was successful, Daniz was about to renew his efforts, but he suddenly sensed some kind of crazy, terrifying hunger.
In that instant, it was as if he had come to the front of an abyss, only one step away from falling in.
He knew that Germaine Sparrow was no longer repressing the maddened soul within him.
After using the paper man double three times in a row, Klein finally entered the predetermined distance.
The glove on his left palm violently erupted with a long suppressed hunger, wriggling and growing a dark golden scale.
Klein’s pupils then faded, as if they were erect.
Immediately afterward, his eyes reflected Bishop Miller, whose dark blue robes swung gently.
Wordlessly, the middle-aged man who was about to create a large number of wind blades had his head suddenly tilted back and his body froze for a second.
His eyes that blossomed with a dark red light lost their sanity and were filled with madness, and his skin became smooth and mottled, like the epidermis of some aquatic creature.
He let out a gasp that sounded like it came from the depths of the sea, and a slippery, disgusting tentacle suddenly burrowed out from under his blue robes!
”Psycho’s “Frenzy”!
Klein originally wanted to use this to interrupt his opponent’s attack and create an opportunity for subsequent control, but he never expected that after going berserk, Bishop Miller would lose control!
As soon as his opponent, who had long been corrupted or contaminated, lost his last shackle of sanity, he immediately stepped into the abyss of loss of control!
Seeing this situation, Klein’s pupils shrunk, no longer hesitating, switched the driven soul.
As the other party went berserk, the glove on his left palm was tinted with gold, his expression became majestic, and his gaze locked onto Bishop Miller once again.
Within his pupils, two rays of light that looked like lightning instantly lit up.
In a flash, Bishop Miller let out a miserable scream, and his palms, along with his tentacles, all retracted and covered his head.
His spirit suffered a puncture, producing an unspeakable and extreme pain.
”Inquisitor.”
Klein stood up with his right palm, and his left hand then lit up with a brilliant light.
Immediately afterward, he leaned his body back and spread his arms wide as if he was embracing the sun.
A thick, pure, blazing light descended from the sky and landed on Bishop Miller, completely enveloping him within.
The surrounding area became as if it were day, and the howling winds came to an abrupt halt.
Sequence 5, “Priest of Light”!
Bishop Miller’s body began to evaporate, first the epidermis, then the tentacles, and finally the flesh and blood.
By the time the brilliant pillar of light disappeared, he was no longer humanoid, turning into a monstrous mess of white bones and flesh and blood, his breath quite weak.
However, he was not dead yet!
The life force of a runaway was unprecedentedly tenacious!
With an unchanged expression, Klein took a few steps and rushed over to Bishop Miller’s body, kneeled down on one knee, leaned forward, and pressed his left palm onto the blood and flesh.
He did not continue to use the “Priest of Light” ability, in order to leave food for the “writhing hunger”!
In the center of the glove, a crack opened up, and two rows of illusory, white teeth grew out of it, frantically devouring flesh, bones, and spirituality.
But Bishop Miller was still struggling, stabilizing the flesh and blood and growing several new tentacles that tried to wrap around Klein and pull him into his arms.
Klein dropped his cane, drew his revolver, aimed it at the monster, and fired five shots in quick succession.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bullets of either pale gold or brass or silver-white struck Bishop Miller, stirring up a sheet of flame of different colors.
Bishop Miller once again let out a miserable scream from the soul, no longer able to resist the “writhing hunger”, even flesh and blood with the soul into a torrent, into that greedy mouth.
In just two or three seconds, there were only pieces of clothing, banknote remains, and dots of slowly coalescing dark blue and green light on the ground.
This is the difference between “devouring” and “grazing”.
Klein preferred the latter, but there was no other food here.
Meanwhile, Captain Erland had already made two waves of holy water into the square jug.
Daniz shouted at him in a hurry:
”Throw it over!”
Without hesitation, Aerlan threw the flask at the headless man who was grabbing the copper whistle.
Coughing, Daniz cleared his throat and stood up straight.
With his left palm leisurely in his pocket and his right hand pushed forward flatly, he quickly condensed a red-colored fire raven around his body.
These semi-illusory fire ravens flew out on wings, following different routes, and simultaneously crashed into the square wine jug, right on top of the group of headless men.
Rumble!
The square-shaped wine jug shattered, and the Sun Holy Water floated down in an ocean.
Zi Zi Zi! The remaining headless people were all drenched, screaming and convulsing as they fell to the ground.
They quickly dissolved and turned into blood and water, while the Aztec Copper Whistle lay quietly in a clean area in the center.
Solved …… Gelman Sparrow is really strong, even if he meets the captain, he still has the ability to resist …… Unfortunately, I didn’t see what extraordinary abilities he used just now …… Danez turned his head Looking towards Klein, who was standing in front of the things left behind by Bishop Miller, he sighed silently.
Then, he saw Germaine Sparrow coldly sweeping a glance at himself.
Subconsciously, Danez held his tongue and ran out to pick up the Aztec copper whistle.
Donna rubbed her bruised arm and saw Uncle Sparrow in his long black gown take a few steps back, bend down and pick up the half-height silk bowler hat, pat the dust in silence, and put it back on.