Chapter 105: The Hanged Ones

Chapter 105: The Hanged Ones

The instant the crimson moonlight dimmed, a corresponding thought surfaced in Klein’s mind.

“The red moon has been covered by the mist again!”

No sooner had the thought appeared than the faintly visible figures walking to and fro outside the dark curtains all vanished, as if evaporating. The beast-like growls also stopped abruptly.

The environment here has returned to its previous state… The Demoness of Despair, Panatiya, can move normally again… Mr. A no longer needs to fear the dangers outside and can attack madly to hunt his prey…

Klein instantly made his judgment. Raising the index finger of his right hand, he snapped his fingers and lit the leaves of a tree dozens of meters away.

He intended to pull distance from Mr. A to avoid further contamination by disease, while deciding, depending on the situation, whether to risk entering that ancient church.

As for his present circumstances, Klein already had a preliminary plan. He would try to use the versatile and powerful Mr. A to divert Panatiya’s attention. After all, to the latter, there was no essential difference between a Shepherd and a Marionettist in terms of meat quality. Either could fill her stomach; she would certainly deal with whichever prey was easier to capture first.

When the time came, the two would inevitably erupt into battle, and Klein would look for a chance to “snipe” Panatiya!

Just as the crimson stream of flame shot upward and shrouded Klein’s figure within it, he saw Mr. A once again transform into a shadow and merge into the surrounding environment, vanishing to some unknown place.

He ran… He ran… Aren’t you the crazy Mr. A? Shouldn’t you keep chasing your prey? How did you just run away…

Klein’s gaze sharpened, and he could not help the corner of his mouth from twitching.

His figure then disappeared into the flaming stream and reappeared within firelight dozens of meters away.

The moment Klein leapt out of the flames, his forehead burned hot again, and his lungs became heavy. Breathing suddenly turned painfully difficult.

Plague!

The Demoness of Despair Panatiya’s plague had spread over!

In Klein’s eyes, this bright, beautiful woman in pure white robes had, at some unknown point, floated into midair. She walked toward him step by step.

Beneath Panatiya’s feet was a spiderweb woven from countless transparent threads. It connected to the surrounding houses and trees, covering half the street.

In the eyes of this demigod-level Demoness, the intense hunger had already receded, and the obvious blood-red color was gone. The gaze she cast at Gehrman Sparrow now carried a trace of madness and mockery, as if she wanted to make him lose his ability to resist little by little and experience the deepest, heaviest, most painful despair.

Suppressing a cough, Klein snapped his fingers again, making a tree near the pointed-roof church suddenly erupt in a stream of crimson flame.

His figure was immediately covered by firelight, rapidly fading away and flashing to that tree—to the swaying, gorgeous, resplendent “fireworks.”

Immediately afterward, Klein abruptly leapt toward the ground and quickly rolled to the side of the ancient church.

At that moment, his body suddenly turned cold. He saw that his feet, thighs, waist, and abdomen had already been sealed within a thick layer of ice, while white frost accumulated around him and the temperature plunged sharply.

Klein clenched his teeth, controlled the terror in his heart, and, following his predetermined plan, stretched out both hands with abnormal calm and pressed them against the wall.

Creeping Hunger, worn on his left palm, had already turned transparent.

Silently, Klein passed through that thick, pitch-black wall and entered the interior of the pointed-roof church.

Where he had originally stood, a deep, dark fireball arrived slightly too late. It could only strike the corner of the wall, rippling outward like water and burning away the nearby frost and weeds…