Chapter 245: The Lucky One

Chapter 245: The Lucky One

Bang!

The iron-black revolver with the slightly longer barrel recoiled, and a streak of pale-golden light shot out, heading straight for the place the target was about to reach next.

However, that cluster of illusory black threads suddenly stopped, as though observing something.

Judging from his state, he had not sensed the approaching danger. He had simply been distracted by something else.

A grayish-white rabbit leaped out of the lush grass and fled into the distance. At the same time, a large tree in front of the cluster of illusory black threads suddenly toppled backward amid the gunshot.

At the height of a person, a huge irregular hole had appeared in the tree trunk, filled with pure, blazing pale-golden flames. The whole tree had simply snapped in two from the middle!

Death Knell’s shot struck with the force of a small-caliber cannon, and its penetration was even stronger!

The dense cluster of illusory black threads was clearly startled. Instinctively, he vanished from where he was and appeared on the surface of a shallow puddle in a nearby pit.

His figure inevitably outlined itself. He was a man in his forties with a pale face, sunken eye sockets, and light-brown eyes. Two black mustache lines sat above his lips, and an old tricorne hat rested on his head.

Klein was not unfamiliar with this man’s appearance. His wanted poster had appeared before Klein’s eyes again and again, gradually layering into a clear impression:

Blood Admiral Senor!

In the Loen Kingdom alone, his bounty was 42,000 pounds!

He had actually infiltrated Bayam long ago! Was he here to take away Turani von Helmosuin? After that great scientist was discovered and died, he joined the Rose School of Thought’s mission against me? I seem to have gained an extra weakness, but before it triggers, there’s no way to know exactly what it is… As thoughts flashed rapidly through Klein’s mind, he saw Senor’s figure vanish once more.

However, this pirate admiral’s traces of existence remained extremely obvious. To Klein’s eyes, the cluster of illusory black threads corresponding to him was like a firefly in the darkness, with no difficulty identifying it at all.

That cluster of illusory black threads circled Klein at high speed, using morning dew, shards of glass, and mysteriously frozen puddles to complete jump after jump. Very quickly, the distance between the two narrowed considerably.

Klein did not wait in place. He made small dodges and shifts, avoiding the possibility of being casually struck by the Rose School of Thought demigod in the middle of that fierce battle.

Senor’s behavior allowed him to understand one thing: for a Wraith to possess a target and directly manipulate the target’s body, he first had to enter a certain range. Earlier, the Rose School of Thought demigod had been able to complete it from farther away, but perhaps due to contempt, or perhaps from fear of accidents, he had not done so.

It can be confirmed that Senor is a Sequence 5 Wraith! Klein constantly changed positions, waiting for the distance to become more suitable.

Just as Blood Admiral’s speed slowed slightly and he prepared to possess his target from afar, the glove on Klein’s left palm suddenly turned deep and dark, as though formed from layer upon layer of pure particles.

From Klein’s mouth came a word in Devilish, filled with the sense of filth:

“Slow!”

Senor had a premonition. Before Klein even opened his mouth, he abruptly changed positions. But everything within a range of seven to eight meters froze for an instant, and his evasion failed to take effect.

This was an area-of-effect influence!

Senor’s figure abruptly slowed, outlining itself in the real world once again. Klein raised the iron-black revolver in his right hand, cocked the hammer, and placed his opponent inside his “sights.”

With the help of Death Knell, he saw Senor’s body filled with different colors. The deathly white color representing weakness was not on the head, but slightly above the Adam’s apple.

Without hesitation, without delay, Klein pulled the trigger.

Fatal Attack!

At that moment, a cluster of illusory black threads moved beside Senor and casually tugged him.

Blood Admiral tilted at once. The pale-golden bullet grazed his neck, flew past, and struck a distant rock, shattering it into pieces.

A layer of golden flames rose on Senor’s neck, burning him until he lifted his head and opened his mouth.

A sharp scream immediately erupted, pouring into Klein’s ears, shaking his brain until it rumbled. His body briefly froze.

At some unknown point, invisible soul bodies had already begun flying around Senor. Mixed with a cold, piercing wind, they pounced from above, from the ground, and from every direction toward the enemy.

Meanwhile, in each of Klein’s eyes, an image of a pale man wearing a tricorne hat and a red coat swiftly appeared, about to become complete.

Snap!

Klein snapped his fingers, and his body was instantly covered in a stream of scarlet flames.

Before the Wraith could truly possess him, he vanished from where he was!

Beneath a tree less than ten meters away, wild grass burned. The flames grew larger and surged toward the sky.

Klein lightly leaped out from within, raised Death Knell again, aimed at the place where he had originally stood, and poured in more than double the normal amount of spirituality.

Slaughter!

Bang!

He pulled the trigger. The pale-golden bullet split into countless fragments, sweeping across the region aimed at by the muzzle with sacred flames. Those invisible specters and ghosts were like creatures struck by a solar storm, offering no resistance before they screamed and burned away.

Senor had failed to possess the target and immediately knew he would encounter retaliation next. He instantly flashed into a nearby shard of glass, trying to dodge. Yet the bullet storm produced by Slaughter covered a considerable range, including that shard of glass!

Amid the tremendous noise, several clusters of golden flames struck near the glass, failing to hit it directly. They only brought burning damage. Senor jumped again through the “mirror,” appearing on the surface of a distant droplet of dew sliding down. Many rotting wounds caused by purifying power had appeared on his body, but none were severe.

Isn’t that too lucky? As expected, Senor has a mystical item that makes him lucky… Only three purification bullets remain… Klein’s brows knitted slightly, and he began running with agile speed, as though about to chase the opponent down.

Because he knew he would be facing members of the Rose School of Thought, he had replaced all the Beyonder bullets in the revolver ahead of time with purification bullets targeted at Wraiths and zombies. There had been six in total, and he had now fired three shots!

On the first shot, Senor had been saved by a rabbit that happened to dart in. On the second, he had been pulled aside by the Rose School of Thought demigod who happened to move beside him. On the third, amid the Slaughter storm, he happened to be in a gap between the bullet fragments and suffered no major damage. The degree of luck was simply unbearable for Klein.

But Klein did not become dispirited. Instead, he changed his face and build back into Gehrman Sparrow’s appearance. He was preparing, if anything went wrong, to immediately throw out a large number of Sea God domain charms, creating a certain wave of fluctuation so that Sea King Jahn Kottman in Bayam could keenly detect it.

If this Sequence 3 demigod arrived and faced a Rose School of Thought demigod, an enemy pirate admiral, and an adventurer with mysterious backing who had certain connections to the military, which side he would deal with first was beyond doubt.

As for Miss Messenger, Klein believed she could retreat into the spirit world in time and freely choose whether to participate in the melee or leave directly.

After receiving that telegraph last night, the reason Klein had not searched for a chance to flee in the middle of the night was precisely because Sea King could give him a sense of “security.”

If he went out alone, he would definitely be noticed, captured by the Church of Storms, and interrogated about his background. What happened afterward would be difficult to predict.

If he stayed in the room and waited for the one who had “seen him” to attack, then he would have a chance to struggle into the streets and let Sea King discover them.

Faced with an evil individual of at least demigod level and a Sequence 5 adventurer rumored to have ties to the military, Jahn Kottman would undoubtedly deal with the Rose School of Thought member first. As a Cardinal of the Church of Storms and a senior deacon of the Mandated Punishers, he could use the various Sealed Artifacts in the diocese. Even if he encountered an angel, he could hold on for some time, and he would also receive military support. Amid such chaos, Klein would have a chance to escape to the seaside and leave aboard the whale ship.

What disappointed him was that after that telegraph, the night had actually been so peaceful. By daytime, Sea King would find it difficult to continue monitoring the entire city.

Snap!

Klein snapped his fingers again, making the surrounding trees and weeds catch fire. It was like clusters of fireworks blooming with him at the center, giving the scene an inexplicable sense of splendor.

The reason he had chosen to pass through the forest on his way to the cliff was precisely because this place was especially suitable for a Magician’s performance!

His figure flickered and jumped through those flames, circling Blood Admiral Senor while avoiding his approach and manipulation. Senor, having learned from earlier experience, knew that the target possessed area attacks and killing power. He did not dare linger around him too long. If one attack failed, he immediately worked to pull distance again, either releasing Wraith screams to influence the target, or using pale, eerie-green fingers like guns to aim at the opponent. Unfortunately, the latter could only extinguish flames and wither grass and trees; it could not truly lock onto Klein.

Seeing that the clusters of firework-like flames were the greatest obstacle to his attacks, Senor stopped and again released a scream capable of piercing eardrums and harming the spirit body.

Amid the scream, an ice-blue halo rapidly expanded from beneath his feet, covering the soil, messy weeds, and scattered stones with a layer of white ice.

The clusters of flames immediately let out sizzling sounds. After a small amount of fog rose, they were completely extinguished by the frost.

Affected by the Wraith scream, Klein was half a beat slow in Flame Jumping. His attempt failed, and his figure was forced to appear halfway through, his steps staggering.

Then he saw an illusory skull head shrouded in black gas rush toward him, carrying a dense feeling of death, like a messenger sent by the Underworld.

At that instant, Klein seemed unable to dodge. But before him suddenly condensed a pale-blue fireball filled with the scent of sulfur.

His glove remained deep and dark, still in its Devil state!

With a soft puff, the fireball went out. The illusory skull head shrouded in black gas also blurred and shattered, scattering to the ground and creating patch after patch where no life remained.

Immediately afterward, Klein steadied himself, took an iron cigarette case from his pocket, and threw it toward Blood Admiral Senor. His glove had become noble and sinister at some unknown time.

Baron of Corruption. Bribe!