Part 3 THE TRAVELLER CHAPTER 247 CHAOS

　　The entire forest withered, as if something capable of destroying everything was about to descend.

　　When the arm was about to be fully extended, a thick silver-white lightning fell out of the sky, illuminating the entire mountain peak, and Yaojiajie Qi connected together, transformed into a mythological cage that only existed in the legend, enveloping the dark and sticky arm within.

　　High dark clouds fast cohesion, grew eyebrows and eyes and mouth, seems to hide a human face!

　　Just now, that huge movement made the “Sea King” Yarn Kautman in Bayam City notice it, and without hesitation, he shot through the air and ordered the “Punishers” to activate the corresponding seals.

　　The figure of Renette Tignicole was squeezed out from the void, her complicated and obscure black dress was not a bit messy.

　　With a lift of her left hand, two blonde-haired, red-eyed heads brushed back and landed at the neck break, while the remaining two continued to pester the large, black baby with swollen, dry, wrinkled skin.

　　As the break in her neck wriggled and connected with the two corresponding cuts, her figure swelled at once, as if transformed into a gothic castle, with patterns, vines, and decorations presenting themselves on the surface, intertwining in a mysterious, sinister, and impossible to look at.

　　Klein closed his eyes tightly, and blocked the front of his face with the Grocer’s Travels again, betting his spirituality on it, and still it was difficult to exclude all the effects, and his body couldn’t stop trembling, protruding one particle after another.

　　Until this moment, he was sure that the after-effects of his use of the “death knell” was “fear of the dark”.

　　Within six hours, there would be no more weaknesses.

　　”Fortunately, the weakness is just insurmountable, it doesn’t mean that there is no resistance at all in a short period of time ……” Klein closed his eyes desperately, and the tears couldn’t be stopped from sliding down.

　　He didn’t think too much about this aspect, as the situation had already developed to a dangerous but also chaotic level.

　　”The one that descended just now seems to be stronger than the ‘Sea King’, it should be an angel, however, k’s state is not particularly good like that, it didn’t directly manifest, but is striking out with the help of the spirit world ……

　　”It’s too late to make it over, so we can only consider this approach? Luckily, I got a reminder from ‘Orange Light’ in advance, otherwise the situation would be unimaginable if it was delayed any further!” Klein’s thoughts flashed rapidly, and his first reaction was to take this opportunity to escape and pull away from a safe distance.

　　However, he knew that a hasty retreat without preparation would be equally dangerous.

　　If the angel of the Rose School gave up his attack and retracted his arm, “Sea King” Yarn Kautman would not have any incentive to pester and pursue, since he was not facing a holy person, he could consider forcibly leaving the other party behind, and then it would be difficult to stop the other party with only the messenger lady, Renette Tignicole, and then he could continue to chase after me again! Must give k more trouble, so that k can’t disengage for a short while, I’ll take the opportunity to escape from the sea where Blue Mountain Island is located! In the midst of his thoughts, Klein, according to the planned contingency plan, took the “Grocer’s Travels”, stuffed the “Deathstroke” revolver, and rolled a few more times to the side of the iron cigarette case.

　　With a poke of his finger, he disarmed the wall of spirituality, opened the lid, and shook the glove of fire inside, which had been contaminated by the “True Creator”, into the air, shaking it toward the source of danger!

　　Immediately afterward, Klein blocked it with the Grocer’s Travels, opened his eyes, and pulled out a copper whistle.

　　It was not an Aztec copper whistle, but an Order of the Spirit copper whistle he had gotten from an introductory occultist when he was in Berkland, which had originated from a resurrected member of the Order of the Spirit.

　　At first, Klein had divined what would happen if he blew the copper whistle and sent a letter, and received a very dangerous revelation!

　　At this time, he intended to let the “very dangerous” collide with the “very dangerous” to create a more chaotic and favorable situation!

　　He quickly brought the brass whistle to his mouth and blew it, and then, in the sight that he had already opened his psychic vision but did not dare to look up, a skull with three dead fish eyes appeared, surrounded by a black, limb-like tentacle.

　　Without hesitation, Klein handed the messenger a white feather left behind by the resurrected Spirit Order member.

　　He didn’t bother to wait for the messenger to disappear, and instantly bulged his muscles, flung his arm, and threw it violently upwards, throwing the copper whistle into the air as well, towards the source of the danger.

　　After all this, he put away the iron cigarette case, once again made a roll, and popped up, straight to the direction of the cliff, this process, he always lowered his head, and constantly change position, do not dare to see what kind of scene in mid-air, do not dare to have any stay!

　　When he passed by the unconscious position of “Blood General” Seniol, Kline’s gaze suddenly froze, and he was shocked to find that the other party had disappeared!

　　In the chaotic situation where no one was there to help, this “Spirit of Grievance”, who had suffered a serious injury and was unable to maintain his spiritual state, had disappeared!

　　Klein’s footsteps did not stop, his eyes swept, saw the ground in front of him spilled a little bit of dark red blood flickering dark green, and that area is the place where the “Grosser’s Travels” fell down!

　　No way,…… the blood of the “blood above the general” spilled a few drops of blood on the cover of the travel book? And that caused him to get sucked in? Klein frowned and didn’t think it was a good thing.

　　He was afraid that the angels and saints sent by the Mother Tree of Desire would track him down with the help of the “General of Blood” in the Grocer’s Travels!

　　However, it was impossible for him to discard the tome now, and without it, in a battlefield where aftershocks and unknown fragments were falling from the sky at any time, Klein didn’t think that he would be lucky enough to escape from all of them.

　　”…… Once we’re out of here, we’ll go in with our spirit body and solve the hidden dangers!” Between the ebb and flow of a few thoughts, the running Klein poked his toes forward, shoveled the dirt stained with Seniol’s blood upwards, and reached out to grab and hold a small amount of it.

　　This was needed to locate the position of the “General on Blood”!

　　Stomp!

　　Kraven ran in a serpentine fashion, holding “Grosel’s Travels” above his head, occasionally making adjustments based on his premonitions of danger.

　　The book blocked scurrying lightning, caught raindrops that could corrode stone, shielded from a terrifying gaze that gazed over, and helped Klein smoothly penetrate out of the already lifeless woods to the edge of the cliff.

　　Just then, there was a sudden darkness all around, not the kind caused by an impending downpour or the lack of moon or stars; it was dead and filled with the smell of decay.

　　Murmurs, far or near, high or low, sounded now and then, and in mid-air there was the slow panting movement of something.

　　Shivering in fear of the dark, Klein didn’t dare to look overhead to see what was happening, and could only notice a few white feathers stained with pale yellow oil hovering and falling nearby as the lightning flashed on.

　　He stepped forward with his right foot and sprang off the cliff, then fell straight down, dropping out of the darkness and seeing the light.

　　Then he fell into a mouth as big as a long-prepared one.

　　There were no teeth within this mouth, which closed violently and sank to the bottom of the sea, swimming rapidly toward a reef beyond the Blue Mountain Island, according to a prearranged agreement.

　　It was a huge undersea creature with sixteen fins on its back.

　　In the lightless darkness, Klein instinctively wanted to curl up into a ball and tremble helplessly, but he barely managed to restrain this emotion, and took out the extraordinary characteristics of the “Priest of Light” that he had prepared in advance to deal with the “Spirit of Grievance”.

　　It originated from the one in the previous glove.

　　Pure light emanated from the transparent stone-like object, dispelling Kraven’s fear.

　　He was about to think about whether to wait for the end or try something else when he suddenly felt the back of his hand itch a little.

　　He was busy looking down and saw that the pores there were densely open and growing some white fuzz.

　　These fluffy hairs grew rapidly, as if they were about to turn into a feather!

　　Klein whirled around and felt that every place on his entire body was itching!

　　The guy that Copper Whistle had gotten was really dangerous! Klein was sort of a bit experienced, and immediately stood up and took four steps against the undersea creature’s mouth, chanting a low incantation.

　　Once again, his spirit body passed through the grayish mist that had countless murmurs and hisses echoing through it, and a black and green gas burrowed inside him, struggling hard but vanishing unopposed.

　　Returning to the giant dwelling-like palace, Klein once again examined the state of his spirit body and found that it had returned to normal, without a trace of black or green gas or a single white feather.

　　Phew, useful …… he exhaled and immediately returned to the real world again.

　　”Priest of Light” extraordinary characteristics of the illumination, Klein saw that the back of the hand of the white fluff still existed, but has lost the ability to continue to grow, the rest of the body more or less traces, but not too obvious.

　　”Well, there should be a way to fix the remnants when Mr. Aztec comes over.” Slightly relieved, Klein drew a Crimson Moon in his mind, praying for the goddess’s blessing and Mr. Aztec’s quick arrival.

　　It was at that moment that the figure of Renette Tynicol appeared before his eyes.

　　This messenger lady had three heads growing out of her head and carried one in her hand, making her look more vivid than before.

　　She poked out her empty left palm and grabbed Klein’s shoulder as she led him straight into the spirit world, traveling quickly.

　　Layered in a stark assortment of colors, Klein was only slightly dazzled before he returned to reality and found himself on a reef.

　　Each of the four heads of Renette Tynecol swept the road:

　　”Already ……” “Safe ……” “After ……” “Remember ……” “Payment … …”

　　After saying that, she disappeared as if there was something else important.

　　It can still be like this …… I should have known to directly ask Miss Messenger to take me away in this way …… However, looking at her current state, she doesn’t seem to be doing too well either, this should be a form and a way that she wouldn’t normally use… …Klein lamented as he put the extraordinary features of the “Priestess of Light” into his pocket, leaving only the “Grocer’s Travels” out.

　　He was just about to survey his surroundings and confirm his current location when another palm poked out and grabbed his shoulder.

　　Startled, Klein was busy looking sideways to see that it was Mr. Azk coming.

　　Azik grabbed him by the shoulder and led him into the spirit world again, darting through layers of distinctly various colors.

　　…… Actually, I’m already safe …… Klein twitched the corners of his mouth and didn’t say the words out loud.