Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 66 – Techniques for Dealing with Giant Creatures

　　Inside the ruins filled with sea water and half integrated into the spirit world, Kraven in black full body armor stood by the door of the central hall, in which there were the blue serpent that had been eaten miserably and the old priest whose belly was bulging high.

　　The latter’s eyes, whose skin was gray and black and seemed to have been dried for a long time, flashed with greenish-blue light, staring at the “visitor” wearing a black crown, as if thinking about where to eat.

　　Without hesitation, without hesitation, Klein’s right hand entered his body and took out a brown translucent vial.

　　Then, he reached forward with his left palm, quickly unscrewed the cap, and casually threw the “biotoxin bottle” to the corner of the hall.

　　The environment here, half located at the bottom of the sea, except for the “sacred fire” that burned the dead and evil, there was no flame that could exist, which limited the two important abilities of Klein’s “magician” sequence, so he could only utilize his other advantage to the fullest at the very beginning. He could only utilize his other advantage to the fullest extent at the beginning.

　　At the same time he threw out the “Biotoxin Bottle”, Klein’s left palm glove quickly became brilliant, as if it was reflecting the direct sunlight at noon.

　　Around him, the swaying sea water was tinted with a golden color, spreading out layer after layer.

　　This was the ability of the “Priest of Light” within the “Creeping Hunger”, the “Purification Aura”!

　　The old priest who had eaten part of “Sea God” Kavituva’s body would not be civilized, and he watched Klein make preparations for the battle with chivalrous manners, and the greenish-blue light in his eyes suddenly flourished, and his bulging abdomen became much taller.

　　”Woo!”

　　An ethereal but mournful voice came out from within him, instantly covering the entire relic.

　　The voice was like a nightingale’s spirit singing, both wonderfully pleasing to the ear and eerily quiet, but also cold and piercing to the bone, penetrating the soul.

　　Klein instantly stiffened in place, and all of his thoughts froze in his mind in an instant like waves of extreme cold.

　　The old priest’s body instantly swelled up like a resurrected Kavituva or a giant that came out of a myth or legend.

　　Underneath his torn robes, a slippery greenish-blue tentacle swished out, covered in silver-white lightning, darted out, danced in midair, and swiped at the stagnant Klein.

　　Z!

　　Silver-white erupted, Klein flew out backwards and fell heavily in the doorway, the black full body armor on his body surface dimmed at once and cracked a number of gaps, while the cane in his palm was unconsciously thrown into the distance.

　　Thinking unusually calm, almost frozen situation, he did not even use the “paper man double” idea, hard to take the other side of the blow.

　　If it wasn’t for the “Black Emperor” card and the Aztec Copper Whistle reinforcing his spiritual body at the same time, with his Sequence 6 nature, he would have suffered a heavy blow or even been killed in seconds.

　　The tentacles surged over again, slapping downward.

　　Woken up by the electricity, Klein rolled agilely and barely dodged it.

　　He glanced at the size of the other party, immediately turned around, ran out of the door, ran without hesitation, ran firmly and boldly.

　　Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

　　Klein was half-flying, half-running, looking like he was running for his life, and the old priest’s greenish-blue tentacle that was entwined with silver-white lightning chased after his back, trying to pull him back to the hall, but it was always thrown off by his dexterous steering, agile movements, and timely rolls.

　　Seeing that it was difficult to get what he wanted, the old priest’s abdomen swelled once again, and his clear, ethereal voice resounded through the ruins once more.

　　But this time, Klein was prepared, his body, though stiff and stagnant, was soaked in seawater and turned into a mess.

　　The old priest finally moved, taking heavy but quick steps in an attempt to catch up with his enemy.

　　Huge in size, he rushed to the doorway, his bulk thudding against the collapsed roof and walls!

　　The gate here was originally able to allow super giant creatures like Kavituva to pass through, but the collapse of the ruins and the madness of the “Sea God” before his death managed to make the place collapse, and the gate was buried to a height of two meters and a width of one meter, and the old priest, who was obviously not in a normal state of mind, crashed straight into it like that, and hit it so hard that it was almost jammed.

　　Klein, who had been waiting for this opportunity, immediately stopped and turned his body.

　　He half-closed his eyes, straightened his back, and opened his arms.

　　A pillar of brilliant light laced with some golden flames descended from the sky and hit the old priest straight on.

　　The fragments of his robes hanging on the surface of his body burned directly, and the grayish-black skin and flesh fell off in chunks and dissolved and evaporated in the pure light.

　　It wasn’t until then that Klein could see what was odd about the old priest’s abdomen.

　　It was bulging there, and a few of the areas were especially noticeable, forming the overall outline of two eyes and a mouth.

　　It was as if there was a person hiding inside the old priest’s stomach and was pressing his face there, trying to burrow out.

　　Bang!

　　The old priest’s legs covered in charred black snake skin exerted force, and his entire body slammed straight out of the collapsed doorway, sending rocks flying and seawater stirring.

　　He finally got out of the pillar of light, but his body was covered with hideous wounds caused by falling flesh and blood, and even the “face” on his abdomen was covered with traces of melting.

　　Stomp! The old priest’s green and blue tentacles flew, with silver and white lightning, from all sides to Kraven, his abdomen’s “face” is cooperative from time to time to make the spirit body “quiet” sound.

　　Klein ran wildly, rolled over, or circled around, calmly circling with his opponent, left and right, front and back, like a wild two-person dance.

　　In this process, he relied on the “paper double”, time and again to withstand the ethereal but cold hissing, and sometimes also roared, with the ghost of the screams to stimulate the old priest, snatched at the “face” of his abdomen before the sound, forced it to interrupt.

　　Time passed by, the crazy old priest has been hanging down the hands suddenly raised, pressed on his abdomen.

　　With a tug, he tore the mouth, which was only an outline, into a gaping hole.

　　Inside, greenish-blue pus erupted and thin, sharp teeth grew.

　　With another roar, the sea poured into the mouth, creating the same horrific whirlpool that Kavituva had once created.

　　Kraven, who was dressed as the “Black Emperor”, was sucked into the whirlpool, and the lightning tentacles flying around him recovered to embrace him in their arms.

　　Klein didn’t panic, the glove on his left palm quickly became like pure gold.

　　He stared at the “face” on the old priest’s abdomen and the swirling waters below, and his pupils lit up with two streaks of blinding lightning.

　　”Inquisitor”, “Spirit Piercing”!

　　The old priest suddenly froze, the face on his abdomen crumpled together, and the vortex that was emitting a terrifying suction force instantly collapsed.

　　In the rewinding waves, Klein lowered his body and swam like a fish through the weak points of the power, dodging the green and blue tentacles that were waving randomly.

　　In the flickering silver-white electricity, he rushed to the old priest’s side, the color of his gloves had somehow turned into a pale white tinted with a slight shade of green.

　　Klein’s back muscles bulged, and his fists punched out frantically, striking the old priest’s thigh near the knee.

　　Bang! Bang! Bang!

　　His fists emitted cold air, causing the old priest’s flesh and blood to fly, causing the other party’s right leg to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and the surrounding seawater was completely frozen.

　　This was the “living corpse’s” control of ice power!

　　The old priest’s screams, that a tentacle whip-like whip back, silver white light illuminated the entire ruins.

　　At this time, Klein, however, did not get greedy and stopped in time, rolling backward continuously to avoid the frantic attack that smashed and charred the stone slabs on the ground.

　　He stood up, taking advantage of the fact that the old priest was still frozen in place, and let the glove on his left palm bloom with sunny colors once again.

　　Krynn straightened his body and assumed a pose in praise of the sun.

　　The thick, bright pillar of divine light descended once more, enveloping the massive old priest.

　　Kraven saw the grayish-black flesh of his foe disintegrating rapidly, and saw the skin of his abdominal “face” melting away, revealing what was inside – the heart, stomach pouch, intestines, and other organs of the old priest’s abdomen blended together haphazardly to form the face of a sea serpent.

　　Kavituva even still has a little spiritual residue …… The will of the demigod is really beyond my imagination powerful …… Klein rolled again and dodged the green and blue tentacles that were thrown like lances.

　　The one tentacle wrapped around the lightning and was melted by the pillar of divine light, plunging into the ground, twitching, twisting, and writhing.

　　The pillar of bright light quickly dissipated, and the evil snake face on the old priest’s abdomen stubbornly opened its mouth again.

　　At that very moment, the old priest himself bent over and let out a series of violent coughs, and the serpent face’s efforts came to an abrupt end.

　　”The Biotoxin Vial had finally worked!

　　Not letting go of this opportunity, Kraven stood up straight once again, spread his arms and embraced the “sun”.

　　A pillar of light with many golden flames illuminated the area, and the old priest’s figure hunched over, then shrank, as if evaporating, while the serpent’s face on his abdomen completely dissolved after a terrible scream.

　　By the time the light dispersed, the old priest had returned to his original size, his bones nearly melted and hanging with chunks of grayish-black flesh and blood.

　　His aura was dimming rapidly, and his spirit was disintegrating at a high speed.

　　Klein rushed over, relying on his own resentful spirit state, and directly did a psychic passage.

　　He wanted to confirm whether this old priest was deeply sinful.

　　He felt he had to hold fast to this bottom line, both by his own will and as a precaution against depravity and madness.

　　In an instant, he saw a picture of the very scene where this old priest was presiding over a living sacrifice.

　　Without further hesitation, Krynn extended his left palm, allowing his long-hungry glove to savor the delicacy.

　　Flesh, blood, spirituality and white bones quickly poured into the split and hideous mouth in his palm, and dots of greenish-blue light analyzed out, accompanied by a little ethereal blackness.

　　Just now, in the psychic channeling, Klein confirmed that the old priest was a “soul restorer” in his life, and that all the magic potion formulas and extraordinary materials came from the Church of the God of War of the Forsak Empire, and that when he became a “Poseidon’s Guard”, he had already lost his mind, and only knew how to follow orders, and that after the death of Kavi Tua, he followed the orders. After the death of Kavituva, he followed his instinctive desire and ate the flesh and blood of the god he believed in, and eventually became a monster with conflicting characteristics.

　　While the “writhing hunger” was feeding, all the extraordinary characteristics of the ground suddenly surged into a hurricane, swept into the hall, and threw itself into the white fangs that were no longer curved.

　　Klein looked out and saw that Kavituva’s body had completely collapsed and was in the shape of mud, and the serpent’s tooth, which had absorbed all the extraordinary characteristics of the place, had turned into a short scepter, which was stuck on a half-fallen pillar.

　　At the top of the white scepter was a small greenish-blue “jewel”, some of which were tinted with blackness and the morning sun.

　　Seeing that the “writhing hunger” had been satisfied, Krynn ran into the hall and cautiously approached the scepter.

　　Before he even touched it, his ears were filled with a cascade of illusory prayers, and before his eyes were visions of worshippers, and of rebels crying out for the idol to break on its own.