Chapter 47: One Shot

Chapter 47: One Shot

The three kinds of paper in Leymano’s Travels differed clearly by touch. The white paper, which could only record abilities from Sequence 7, Sequence 8, and Sequence 9, was smooth on the surface and thin to the touch. The yellow-brown parchment corresponding to Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 felt like tanned leather, extremely flexible. As for the three scorched-yellow pages capable of recording divine powers, they were thick and textured, allowing one to distinguish them efficiently without even looking, relying only on quick contact.

Klein’s fingers swiftly found the three thick, textured pages and deftly pinched the middle one.

Although the hidden pocket was not large enough for him to open Leymano’s Travels completely, the hooded robe that the Magician Fors had personally modified still offered a decent amount of space. It allowed the palm-sized magic book to open to roughly ninety degrees.

Klein held the book with his palm to prevent it from snapping shut, while his fingers glided over the surface of the corresponding page. He felt a faint unevenness upon it, letting the strange patterns and symbols, ancient and mystical in flavor, present themselves directly in his mind through touch.

His spirituality infused into it.

The ability recorded on this scorched-yellow page was a demigod power of the Storm pathway:

Tornado!

Klein intended to use it to create chaos, interfere with the Aurora Order saint who might be hidden in the dark, seize the opportunity to kill Mr. X, and escape with the wind.

Beyond that, the chaos would also effectively cover his traces, scattering the gathering members and making them flee in a sorry state. With each person’s identity unclear, all of them would become suspicious to some extent, making it much harder for the Aurora Order to trace the matter back to Xio.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein locked his gaze onto a specific location and slowly drew Leymano’s Travels out with his left hand.

At the same time, Mr. X took two steps and arrived beside him, standing in the same direction as Klein, as if they were old friends reunited after many years.

In the next instant, a howling sound erupted. A terrifying hurricane visible to the naked eye appeared at the place Klein had designated with his spirituality, coiling and spinning.

The tables, tea tables, sofas, and high-backed chairs in the room were lifted into the air. The violent tornado cracked the walls and tore away the roof as it swept toward the mouth of the alley. Some of the gathering members, standing at the edge of the wind, were flung directly into the distance. Others were pushed forward by the pressure of the gale, staggering as they ran in different directions.

If Klein had not deliberately controlled the timing and direction of the tornado’s emergence, not only would the old house where Mr. X’s gathering had been held have been destroyed, the row of apartment buildings nearby would also have been unable to escape damage. As for the gathering members, they would have been directly caught in the wind, their life or death left entirely to luck.

The howling grew turbulent. The tornado, rising straight into the sky, was like a terrifying giant, lurching toward the alley entrance and then toward the street. Wherever it passed, the ground was swept clean, not a single object remaining.

Klein, too, was blown away. Together with Mr. X, who had been possessed by the Wraith, he was thrown toward another street.

Throughout this process, because the two had been standing close together, and because a Wraith could float and exert a certain degree of control over the target’s body at the edge of the tornado, the distance between Klein and Mr. X remained within five meters. His manipulation of the Spirit Body Threads never stopped.

In midair, wind roaring past his ears, Klein suddenly pulled hard at the front of his robe with his right hand. Tearing open the surface of the hooded robe, he reached…