Wait until he kills... the troublesome brat, are you talking about Ian?

Klein instinctively looked back at the big boy behind him who was in a stiff and sluggish state. He saw that even his blinking was in slow motion as if it were a comic effect. His face, which was still green and immature, was frozen in fear.

With an expression of panic and confusion, the only light in his eyes seemed to be extinguished soon, but he still insisted on following the last slim hope.

Klein saw himself at the end of that glimmer of light.

"Everyone will die, including me."

The whispers that had been silent in my mind suddenly surfaced from the ice, and resonated with the madness and despair written by the original owner of this body at the end of his life.

In front of the absolute and frightening force, struggling and praying were useless. He was just an ordinary person and did not wait for rescue. He stood on the road of despair and ended his life with a bullet.

The emotional residue from the original owner made Klein unconsciously clench his hands.

Like a strange epiphany, he suddenly understood how the mid-series Beyonder in front of him who called himself Rosago would take Ian's life - when he completely controlled all of Ian's actions,

Everything will be irreversible.

Thoughts flashed in a flash, and Klein had made a decision.

"You probably just want the thing in his hand, so just take it away. There's no need to kill him, right?" He loosened his clenched hands, pushed Ian, and pointed at the dead animal.

The shabby satchel that he was guarding fiercely signaled, "You killed people in my house and caused trouble. Aren't you afraid that it won't be easy to explain afterwards?"

"Do you want to plead for him?" Rosago's expression remained unchanged and he laughed meaningfully, "So, I suddenly remembered a very strange thing. This Ian is obviously just a little wild dog wandering the streets.

Why did he have the guts to get involved in the fight for the manuscript, and after miraculously succeeding, he found your home in such a panic... This made me start to wonder if there was someone behind him instigating him.

Do these things?”

Klein wanted to open his mouth to answer, but he felt that his head suddenly felt heavy, as if there was a thick layer of sleep, which hindered the movement of his thoughts. The area around his vision also seemed to be covered with a thick layer of glass that made it difficult to see, causing Rosago to raise his hand and snap his fingers.

, causing the scene of the flames behind to lose its coherence and become stuck one after another.

...The ominous premonition came true. His previous friendly words were just to observe my reaction. It was just a "performance" to deceive the audience! If he really didn't come here with any hostility, he shouldn't have done it from the beginning.

Take action against the extraordinary bodyguard I invited... Even though he had a similar experience of being affected by similar abilities, Klein still felt that his thoughts became dull under the influence of the other party's weird abilities, turning like a rusty gear.

"And you seem to be very sure where this boy Ian has hidden the important manuscript... Ah, let me guess, the eldest son of the Sauron family changed his name and mixed into the upper class of the Loen Kingdom. He

He wanted to prepare a gift that could be sold at a high price to please some important people with status and power. At this moment, he accidentally found out the news about the whereabouts of Hermoshuin's manuscript... Haha, that's right, that's it.

The mad scientist who devoted himself to researching the third-generation difference engine but disappeared mysteriously, his legacy items are hot commodities in various countries, not to mention the design manuscript..."

Rosago seemed to believe that he had a chance to win, and he began to analyze "Sauron's" plot and plan in a leisurely manner, showing a calm and leisurely attitude with enough spare power.

But Klein did not ignore the occasional unnatural pauses in the other party's words, and the reflection of the woman in black dress appeared and disappeared in his eyes. This meant that the battle between the two extraordinary people was not over yet, and they were still continuing to see each other. And Rosa

Ge also tried to distract himself from controlling two people he considered ordinary people. The attention given to each person was obviously inevitably reduced, in order to suppress the pale female extraordinary as quickly as possible.

He chose to control me just to prevent me from getting close to attacking and drawing a gun to shoot... But he never considered the possibility that I was also an extraordinary person... He couldn't expose the extraordinary ability of the "magician", as that would not only arouse his vigilance

Opposite me is a Sequence 5 Extraordinary who is much more senior than the "Magician". His key damage transfer, flame jumping and illusion-creating abilities are definitely better than mine. Any hasty and unnecessary attempts will only waste the only hands I have.

Card... Klein had already made up his mind. He held the talisman that gave off a slippery and evil feeling in one hand, raised his right hand to remove the ornament from his ear, and recited the activation word in an unknown language in a low voice.

.

When a unique cool feeling came from his palm that made his body, mind and body feel light, he did not hesitate to speak again, squeezing out the preset ancient Hermitic words from his difficult throat:

"filthy!"

Rumblings that can almost drive ordinary people crazy sounded like a prelude, drilling into the ear canals like a poisonous shadow and penetrating into his mind. However, Klein was not shaken by these familiar things. With the promotion of Sequence 7, he

With abundant spirituality poured into the "Filthy Words" spell in his hand, he endured the great malice and madness emanating from the spell, silently counting to the last few seconds before it would take effect, and threw the two items in his hand at the same time.

Carrying the crazy "Filthy Words" spell of the "True Creator", he moved forward and flew towards Rosago, who was affected by the babble and had no time to dodge!

The "breath of mind" with the ability to protect the soul, enough to withstand chaos and madness, went backwards, ended a parabolic trajectory, and fell into the hands of Ian who fell to the ground in pain!

The next second, the countdown ended, the black iron-textured talisman melted, and many symbolic and evil patterns disappeared. At the same time, the roar of the "True Creator" truly descended into the material world.

Rosago, who was closest to the spell, lost the ability to think rationally in an instant. His head swelled and enlarged like a monster, and he fell to the ground without even making a scream. He twisted and struggled wildly, and his coat was torn apart.

Every inch of flesh and blood under the skin is exposed between the gaps.

Even if they did not directly hear the filthy words, Klein and the blond lady who appeared behind Rosago were also uncontrollable. They fell down unbearably, and ferocious bright red blood flowed out of the orifices of their facial features, and they screamed.

Uncontrollable cry of pain.

As for Ian, who was blessed by the magic props, this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was already exhausted when he came into contact with the prelude of raving. His body and mind suddenly relaxed, and his consciousness suddenly slipped to the borderline of ambiguity.

Klein, who was often tortured by gibbering, was the first to recover from the aftermath of the spell. He groped with difficulty to the wall of the entrance corridor, found a support point and stood up, and found that Rosago had already torn off the police uniform on his body.

, tore off his own skin and transformed into a humanoid monster that looked like a bloody mass of flesh. It was so terrifying that it seemed like it would only appear in nightmares or B-level movies with bad taste.

He looked back at Ian, and after confirming that the latter was just in a coma and that there were no signs of being contaminated by extraordinary power, he took out the revolver from the gun bag without further delay, and rotated and adjusted it deliberately to prevent misfire.

With the vacant bullet firing position, he took a few steps closer to Rosago, who was rolling and roaring.

Even though he knew that he was standing at the door of his house facing the street, and that the sound of gunshots would definitely alarm the neighbors and even draw the attention of the patrolling police, Klein could not afford to wait or afford for Rosago to lose control or become a "real person."

The consequences of God’s favor for believers.

He put the muzzle of the gun against the monster's head and pulled the trigger calmly and decisively.

boom!

The gunfire rang out, and an expression of disbelief and astonishment appeared on Klein's face uncontrollably.

Five triggers, five bullets, the powerful firepower that should have been enough to shatter the deformed head in front of me failed to exert its intended effect at all!

Among the five bullets, only the first lucky one that flew out of the gun barrel successfully hit the target. After that, the four dumb bullets all stayed in the runner without moving at all!

"Isn't this damn unlucky?"

Klein quickly retreated to avoid Rosago's instinctive counterattack in pain, quickly distanced himself, tried to find the magazine from his pocket, and reloaded the pistol.

But as if feeling the threat of life and death, Rosago, who had a hole in his head with a bullet, miraculously stopped rolling in pain and stood up unsteadily.

There were two strange dark eyeballs embedded in the place where the eyes might have been. The "mouth" with exposed teeth opened a huge gap, from which screams that sounded like crying and laughing kept flowing out, and the strong resentment was almost

Close to the essence.

Klein's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't care to continue searching for the bullet clip that he didn't know where to put. He threw out the tarot card blessed with a spell that turned paper into a knife with his backhand, and pointed it directly at the opponent's fragile neck where the meridians were pumping.

The coordination and strength of his hands obtained from the "Joker" potion improved again after he was promoted to "Magician", but he instinctively had some bad premonitions, and it seemed that he had intuitively foreseen an unoptimistic development.

Rosago raised his head high, unwilling to hate, and the evil scream spread like a tide, piercing the ear canal of the bystanders like a blade, piercing into the back of the head and temples, and the few Tarot cards that were speeding past were meandering.

The flames that crawled out were engulfed and burned, turning into gray-black residue and falling to the ground in an instant, bringing with it the smell of burnt fibers.

Manipulating flames... seems to be far more powerful than a "magician" level ability... Klein covered his head and barely maintained his standing posture, his vision becoming blurry again.

In the field of vision that could not be said to be clear, he saw the bodyguard lady in the black palace dress still tumbling and struggling. The amplitude was not as violent as before, but it was obvious that she had not recovered to a fighting state. On the other hand, after taking off her outer skin, only bloody flesh remained.

Although Rosago had been seriously injured, some kind of terrifying force from nothingness and the outside world seemed to support this weird body, causing him to assume a posture with his front and rear limbs touching the ground together, leaning forward slightly, with rugged, twisted and bulging legs.

The spine is high and curved, like a bow with a tight string, a beast ready to go.

Even if he loses his rationality, he still knows that the young man holding a gun in front of him is the culprit who has reduced him to what he is now. The anger and hatred are inflamed by the strong desire for revenge, burning the monster and trying to kill him.

A violent heart that tears apart and gnaws at the target.

Just as Klein was about to take action, he suddenly stopped in place as if he had seen something incredible, and even his breath became much more relaxed.

One hand held the deformed, skinless bright red head, and while slowly raising it, bottomless black fire spread from the palm and five fingers of that hand, like thick ink flowing into a dirty river.

It sank quietly, burning the bloody monster with its skin peeled off silently.

As the white hand gradually tightened its force, a sour clicking sound was heard intermittently, and the hardest human skull was ridiculously broken inch by inch like a ginger biscuit made by mixing flour and butter.

, the bright red blood was covered by the black fire erosion, the sticky and disgusting yellow-white slurry was completely evaporated before it burst out, and even the broken bones and fallen teeth were burned.

There was no trace of ashes or powder, no dust like falling snow was left. A pure white figure emerged from the hell of blood and fire, unstained by the ashes.

After three short breaths, the entrance corridor where a terrifying monster once stood no longer had that nightmarish figure. Only an empty bullet case that had burned out the gunpowder clinked and fell, rolling off the floor under the action of inertia.

That empty suit of clothing without its wearer.

The air was filled with a strong and lingering smell of sulfur.

Klein was really stunned at this time:

Where are the corpses? It took me a lot of effort to... well, the enemy I almost succeeded in killing... was burned directly by a fire? I also plan to obtain the magic potion formula of the "divineer" path through a channel.

, now... now I'm not sure if Rosago still has any residual spirituality left...

Arthur Watson, who had not shown up for two days, just glanced at him, then looked down again at the right hand that had previously held the monster's head, frowned and smiled coldly:

"It's so dirty."

"Hua——" Klein shook his hand and let go of the wall. He was about to stand on tiptoe to observe the situation on the bodyguard lady's side outside the door, when he saw Arthur Watson's particularly cold and devoid of warmth eyes.

Something seemed wrong. He stopped talking for a moment.

"t?gn."

She ordered to sleep, and the body of the woman in the black palace dress, which showed a faint sense of transparency, softened and fell to the ground without struggling to fall asleep. Klein relied on his own ability to stay awake after falling asleep and forced himself to wake up quickly.

In reality, only five or six seconds should have passed, but he saw that Arthur Watson had leaned over and grabbed Ian's collar, lifted the big boy up like a piece of cargo, and walked towards the stairs without looking back.

Mouth, step up the stairs.
To be continued...