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…