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…