Chapter 102: Good Luck

Chapter 102: Good Luck

“Caught you…”

One invisible thread after another extended forward along with Panatiya’s words, rapidly coiling around Gehrman Sparrow’s body, seeming as though they would bind him into a cocoon.

At that moment, the figure in black clerical robes suddenly thinned and shrank, transforming into a paper figurine covered in “rust.”

Klein’s figure subsequently appeared outside the gray-white mill, sprinting wildly toward the depths of the town.

He was someone who had seen the true form of the Eternal Blazing Sun and survived. Naturally, he had a certain degree of resistance against the spiritual impact and loss-of-control tendencies brought by mythical creature forms. Moreover, Panatiya was not a complete mythical creature. Therefore, even without the help of the gray fog’s power, Klein quickly broke free from the state where his thoughts had exploded and his mind was unable to think. While suppressing the mutation that was on the verge of erupting in his body, he took advantage of the moment when he discovered he had unknowingly contracted an illness. Using the violent coughing as cover, he cast Paper Figurine Substitute!

The paper figurines were not mystical items. They did not even possess the slightest spirituality. Therefore, Klein had not worried that they would trigger an excessive reaction from the sealing core behind Chanis Gate and had carried quite a few with him.

Before Klein began running at full speed, the thumb and middle finger of his right hand had already rubbed sharply together, igniting the flour accumulated inside the mill.

Boom!

Firelight flared as a dust explosion hurled the stone mill outward and sent the windmill outside toppling to the ground. Panatiya’s figure shattered inch by inch amid the fierce wind and countless crimson flames, as if she had only been a mirror.

Almost simultaneously, her figure in pure white robes appeared behind Klein. Her loosely pinned-up hair suddenly broke free, growing wildly and extending forward.

Snap!

While snapping his fingers to ignite leaves by the roadside, Klein controlled Blood Admiral Senor through Mirror Jump, making him appear on the window of the two-story residence beside Panatiya. Senor then attempted to have the bright yet terrifying lady’s eyes reflect his figure, so he could complete Wraith possession.

A crimson stream of fire shot upward, enveloping Klein’s body and making him vanish from where he stood, reappearing dozens of meters away within another patch of flame. Meanwhile, in Panatiya’s gem-like eyes, there seemed to hide mirror after mirror, reflecting one figure after another wearing an old tricorn hat and dark red coat. They overlapped one another and fell into confusion.

Klein did not hesitate. He directly had Senor leave the window and transform into his werewolf form, charging at high speed toward the Demoness.

Yes. Klein had already confirmed that Panatiya was a Demoness—and a demigod-level Demoness at that!

The black strands of hair and the invisible transparent threads rose with them, weaving into an exaggerated spiderweb that suddenly enveloped Senor, whose body surface was covered in dense short fur.

However, the moment the two sides touched, Blood Admiral’s figure turned transparent and faded, allowing the elongated black hairs and illusory Demoness threads to pass through him, unable to attach to him, much less bind him.

Wraith-form!

“Hmph!” Panatiya’s expression did not change in the slightest. She only released a sound from her nose.

Abruptly, deep, silent black flames sprang up simultaneously on the thick strands of hair and illusory threads touching Senor. Using spirituality itself as fuel, they turned the Wraith into a torch!

Snap, snap, snap. Blood Admiral Senor was burned back into his werewolf form, then burned into pieces. Severed limbs, flesh, and blood fell to the ground one after another.

A Sequence 5 Wraith thus vanished completely.

At that point, Klein had already snapped his fingers repeatedly, leaping between different pillars of flame. Using the sacrifice of his marionette, he fled toward the depths of the town.

In only a few flickers, he had opened a distance of several hundred meters from Panatiya.

Suddenly, Klein discovered that his forehead had become scalding hot. His lungs seemed to have transformed into a blacksmith’s bellows, every inhale and exhale producing an obvious sound and carrying searing airflow.

Because he had suffered the impact of an incomplete mythical creature form, he had used Paper Figurine Substitute somewhat late. He had failed to transfer away the illness he had already contracted, only sharing a certain portion of the damage. Klein had originally thought he could force himself to endure until he escaped Panatiya’s area of influence. Who knew the condition would worsen much faster than he had expected!

Moreover, he had clearly fled several hundred meters, yet there was no sign at all that he had left the source of infection.

Thud! Just as Klein was about to continue Flame Jumping, both his legs suddenly weakened. He failed to snap his fingers successfully and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterward, Panatiya’s soft, pleasant laughter sounded beside his ear.

“Even if you run to the other side of this town, you still cannot escape my plague.

“You should know that back in Backlund, the plague fog I created covered the entire East Borough, and aside from distant Queen Borough and the West Borough, the other areas were all affected to no small degree.”

This… She is the Miss Despair who worked with Mr. A… She is one of the true culprits behind the Great Smog of Backlund…

Klein came to a sudden realization. With both hatred and despair, he discovered that he was already gravely ill. Although it had not yet reached a fatal degree, the uncontrollable violent coughing prevented him from using many of his Beyonder abilities.

Panatiya walked over step by step. In her beautiful eyes, an indescribable blood-red color had appeared, as if a wanderer who had been hungry for several days had finally seen a sizzling, oil-dripping steak.

In her hand, she also carried Senor’s remaining body and two severed limbs.

They seemed to be her reserve food.

“Your finger snaps just now were excellent. I think those two fingers should taste quite good.” Panatiya looked at Gehrman Sparrow coughing on the ground far away and spoke in a sick, insane tone.

No sooner had she finished speaking than she raised one hand, stuffed Senor’s index finger into her mouth, and bit with crisp cracks, crushing it section by section.

Klein saw this scene through slightly blurred vision. In a daze, he felt as though his own finger had suffered a similar, intense pain.

At that moment, he understood that Miss Despair Panatiya had already gone half-mad from eating too much flesh and blood of Beyonders.

Although, with her mysticism knowledge, she must initially have waited for Beyonder characteristics to separate before dining, those dead people were imprisoned here and had no food. They could only target one another, inevitably becoming more and more abnormal and more and more insane. If she ate too much of that kind of food, how could nothing go wrong?

Just as Klein thought with some despair about what other method he could use to save himself, the crimson moonlight before his eyes suddenly brightened.

He saw an expression of terror appear on Panatiya’s face. Without hesitation, she changed direction, rushed into a nearby house, and slammed the door shut.

Klein felt his illness weaken considerably. Stunned, he hurriedly raised his head and looked high into the sky. He saw that the red moon had already pierced through the mist, shining clearly and serenely upon the town.

His heart stirred. He remembered what Panatiya had said earlier. Immediately, he struggled to his feet and staggered toward a house on the other side, not forgetting to lock the door behind him.

“When the red moon becomes clear, this place changes and grows extremely dangerous.”