Part 4 The Undead Chapter 104 – “Casting Food”

　　At this moment, the shadows seemed to possess solidity, cold and wet, and at once they bound Klein within, turning him into a mosquito in amber.

　　Klein’s figure whirled and was squashed and squeezed and shrunk, degenerating into soft paper that flew and decayed into slime.

　　”Paper double.”

　　Sensing the danger in advance, he used his “paper double” in time!

　　His figure in black clergy robes then appeared at the other end of the table, his mouth opened and he was about to make a banging sound.

　　At that moment, Klein’s mind went into a trance, and everything around him became blurry and unclear.

　　He instantly realized that he had been forcibly pulled into the dream world!

　　And he also used this to confirm one thing, that is, the ability to stay awake and sane in an abnormal dream world had long since solidified into his own characteristics, without having to resort to the gray mist!

　　With a slight struggle, Klein immediately awoke and saw that the shadows within the house were like a tidal wave that was slowly surging towards him.

　　Bang!

　　He opened his mouth and created an extremely penetrating and powerful air bullet.

　　This bullet hit the piece of shadow and directly crumbled out a large blank.

　　The shadows around the blankness seemed to flow as if water was flowing, immediately pouring over and filling it up, and everything returned to its original state, while Klein seized this opportunity to roll to the side and made the glove on his left palm turn pale and tinted with a shadowy green color.

　　There was a snap, and the spot he had been in was smashed by a cloud of gore that flew out of the shadows, covering it in a crimson carpet of strange mold growth.

　　Vaguely, Klein got the feeling that he was being weakened, and not being able to think deeply about it, he instantly let the soles of his feet spread outward in a layer of ice permeated with cold.

　　The white frost condensed on the top, quickly freeze the shadow, the transparent crystal under the black twisted and wriggling, as if the oil has its own life.

　　”Ice Seal” of “Living Corpse”!

　　Kraven rolled again, changing his position and making his gloves bulge with black particles, deep and dark.

　　Immediately afterward, he straightened his body, faced the shadows under the ice, and spat out demonic words full of foul meaning:

　　”Slow!”

　　Suddenly, Klein saw the shadows flow and wriggle at a slower pace, appearing extremely dull, but his own thoughts also stuttered, and he didn’t have time to catch the subsequent attack.

　　His “filthy word” was distorted, obviously targeting the shadow, but it was distorted into the entire living room, thus affecting himself.

　　In the space of a breath, Klein broke free of his slow state, and without thinking, he pounced on the dining table, picked up a plate containing half a steak, and threw it at the shadow.

　　In the process, the glove on his left palm took on a sinister and honorable feel, though it remained deep black.

　　”Bribery.”

　　He was using the steak to “bribe” his enemy, weakening his opponent’s attack, defense, and control abilities!

　　At that moment, the shadow suddenly retracted into the corner, causing the plate to smash into the melting ice and break into pieces.

　　The shadow then surged upwards, morphing into a dark figure cloaked in hooded robes.

　　In the figure’s palm, a transparent and blurred tome had been added, accompanied by a distant and ethereal chant:

　　”I come, I see, I record.”

　　Just as the chanting sounded, the booklet flipped rapidly, creating a long, white, hot flame spear in front of it.

　　Mr. A? Has he gone completely insane? How dare he use a flame-type extraordinary ability under such circumstances? Klein’s heart tightened, and with a quick turn of thoughts, he was busy running across the street towards his opponent and dragging his left hand behind him.

　　”Creeping Hunger” quickly dyed a dark and deep color full of depravity, and then coalesced into an exaggerated sword composed of crimson magma and light blue flames.

　　Thud!

　　With a heavy step, Klein’s waist and back pulled, driving his shoulder and sending out his left arm ferociously.

　　The muscles of his arm then bulged high, and he swung the “Magma Sword” from the bottom up!

　　Poof! The brilliantly shaped sword struck the flaming lance, and blazing white, light blue and vermilion dots of light simultaneously scattered in all directions, setting chairs and curtains ablaze.

　　The noisy whispers on the street outside had long since disappeared, and the vaguely visible figures all turned this way, quiet to the extreme.

　　And after splitting the flaming lance, Klein smoothly bent his knee, kneeled down on one leg, and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

　　Snap!

　　All the flames in the room went out.

　　Klein didn’t move again, he always felt that there were dense gazes trying to penetrate the curtains, looking for anomalies.

　　The hooded man made up of shadows likewise did not make any movement, and he, who had been frantic just a moment ago, seemed to sense some kind of unspeakable terror slowly approaching as well.

　　Inside the dark house with only a little scarlet moonlight, Klein and the other party were kneeling on one knee and the other standing against the wall, as if they had become two stone statues.

　　Extremely difficult in the absolute silence, time passes unusually slowly, Klein just counted ten seconds silently, and had the illusion of passing an hour.

　　Finally, the low growl-like sound of wild animals resounded again, a burst, intermittent, and the figures vaguely visible outside the window resumed walking, back and forth on the street.

　　Almost at the same time, Klein completed the initial control of the target “spirit line”, the hooded man wanted to jump out of the action became stagnant!

　　Without hesitation, Klein half-bowed his body and circled around, ready to take advantage of the opponent’s high latency to interrupt his subsequent counter-attack and transform him into a puppet bit by bit.

　　Just at this time, his nose suddenly itched and he opened his mouth with difficulty in containing it.

　　Achoo!

　　Kraven sneezed heavily, losing his grip on the “Spirit Body Thread”, and his throat began to ache as snot gradually took shape.

　　He had a cold!

　　In the midst of a fierce battle, he caught a cold!

　　After suspecting that his opponent was Mr. A, Klein had already prevented the disease of the “Witch”, because he had fought with Mr. A and suffered a great loss under this ability, but in the battle that he didn’t have time to think about it, he had wrongly estimated one thing, that is, his own physique had already dropped a lot in the plague infiltration of the real Witch, Panadia! He couldn’t last until the puppet’s transformation was complete, and he couldn’t even wait for the initial control to deepen and have a chance to launch a fatal attack with the “Air Bullet”!

　　Achoo!

　　Klein sneezes, rolls and shifts, and at the same time, he switches “Creeping Hunger” to “Corrupted Baron” to try to use “Twist” on himself to see if he can reduce the effects of the cold. The effects of the cold.

　　Of course, thanks to the “bribe” he had just given, his condition wasn’t serious, but it would only affect his ability to manipulate the “Spirit Thread”, not to the extent of making him unable to fight.

　　In the midst of rolling, Klein’s eyes saw his enemy leave the shadow state, and his hood slid back, revealing a beautiful female-like face, which was Mr. A.

　　This Divine Envoy of the Aurora Society had survived until now in such a harsh environment!

　　However, his eyes were already bloodshot, looking at Klein as if he had seen a sumptuous delicacy, that kind of hunger that came from his heart and instincts was not concealed at all.

　　At this moment, Klein’s mood was not the slightest bit low, because he still had enough strength to fight.

　　His biggest worry was not Mr. A, but that the increasingly intense battle between the two sides would create flawless flames that would introduce those dangerous existences outside, and at that time, it would be hard for both of them to escape death!

　　Hunger …… intense hunger has made Mr. A completely lose his mind, no longer caring about the figures coming and going on the street …… If he can let him relieve his hunger a little bit, he should stop attacking and patiently wait for the red moon to be covered by the mist again …… Give him some “food”? During his thoughts, Klein almost cut a piece of his own flesh and threw it to the other side.

　　Fortunately, he thought of something in time:

　　He had food on him!

　　It was Frank Lee’s dried mushrooms, which were said to be a cross between beef and a bit of Bishop Rosebud’s flesh, and could reproduce as long as there was fish and water.

　　Because this is a new species on a subtle level, no longer related to the “Rose Bishop”, so Klein put it together with the deep sleep flower and other commonly used powdered herbs, has not been taken out, do not worry about causing changes in the core of the seal behind the door of the Charnis.

　　Ah-choo, another sneeze, another tumble, Klein had taken out a sun-dried mushroom and threw it at Mr. A.

　　Perhaps it was the smell of beef that attracted the other party, or perhaps it was the sensation between the “Rose Bishops”, Mr. A stopped trying to flip through the illusory books, took the mushroom, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

　　The hunger in his eyes gradually faded a little, but his gaze at Klein remained unchanged.

　　With two swishes, Klein threw the rest of the dried mushrooms as well, and Mr. A caught them one by one, eating them all without hesitation.

　　His vision finally eased, and he glanced out the window at the figures walking vaguely back and forth, backing up step by step to the corner and blending into the shadows.

　　Hoo …… Klein exhaled silently and also retreated to the corner of the other side.

　　Mr. A actually not dead …… have to say, this environment, “Rose Bishop” ability can really provide great help, just stored in advance of the blood and flesh and eat themselves can be maintained for a long time … … …Of course, the fact that Mr. A hasn’t been killed by “Lady Despair” Panadia is a good indication of his strength, but his recorded demigod-level extraordinary abilities must have been used up… …… Klein thought about it while deliberating on his words. Trying to get some words out of Mr. A:

　　”Did you find any clues to leave?”

　　There was silence on the other side, and Mr. A didn’t respond at all.

　　Too crazy to communicate? Klein sulked for two seconds and spat out a name:

　　”Leomaster.”

　　It was the name of the split-personality Aurora Society’s “Saint of Black”.

　　After a short silence, Mr. A’s slightly hoarse voice finally sounded:

　　”Was he also ‘sent’ in?”

　　As expected, only the things of the Aurora Council could get a response …… Klein said frankly:

　　”No, he’s trapped in the Divine War Ruins.”

　　Without waiting for Mr. A to speak, he said to himself:

　　”Why don’t you go into that church?”

　　Mr. A hissed and slurred:

　　”It’s dangerous there, very dangerous ……

　　”It’s just as dangerous out there, just as dangerous, all the dangers originate there, and all the people who disappear reappear under the red moon ……”

　　Before his words fell, the slight scarlet moonlight that penetrated the curtains suddenly became extremely dim.