Chapter 247: Chaos

Chapter 247: Chaos

The entire forest was withering, as though something capable of destroying all things were about to descend.

Just as that arm was about to fully emerge, thick bolts of silver-white lightning fell out of nowhere, illuminating the entire mountain peak. They connected with crackling sounds, transforming into a cage that seemed to exist only in myths and legends, enveloping the black, sticky arm within.

High above, dark clouds gathered with terrifying speed. Brows, eyes, and a mouth grew from them, as though a human face were hidden inside!

The massive commotion just now had been sensed by Sea King Jahn Kottman inside Bayam. Without hesitation, he had acted from afar and instructed the Mandated Punishers to activate the corresponding Sealed Artifact.

Reinette Tinekerr’s figure was squeezed out of the void. The complicated, dim-black dress she wore was not disordered in the slightest.

She raised her left hand, and two blond-haired, red-eyed heads instantly flew back, landing upon the severed surfaces of her neck. The remaining two continued entangling the large black infant whose skin was swollen, dry, and wrinkled.

As the severed surfaces at her neck wriggled and connected with the two corresponding cut faces, her figure abruptly expanded, as though she had transformed into a Gothic castle. Patterns, vines, and decorations appeared over its surface, interweaving into a mysterious, evil feeling that could not be looked at directly.

Klein tightly shut his eyes and held Travels of Groselle in front of his face. Even though he poured spirituality into it, he still could not entirely eliminate all influence. His body trembled uncontrollably, and grain after grain protruded from his skin.

Only then did he finally confirm that the aftereffect of using Death Knell earlier was “fear of the dark.”

For the next six hours, he would gain no more weaknesses.

“Good thing the weakness is only impossible to overcome. It doesn’t mean I can’t resist it at all for a short time…” Klein shut his eyes with all his strength, tears sliding down uncontrollably.

He did not spend too much thought on this problem, because the situation had already developed to the point of being both extremely dangerous and extremely chaotic.

“The one who descended just now seems stronger than Sea King. That should be an angel. However, His condition also doesn’t seem especially good. He didn’t directly manifest, but is acting through the spirit world…

“He couldn’t make it here in time, so He could only consider this method? Good thing I received Orange Light’s warning beforehand. Otherwise, if things dragged on, the consequences would be unimaginable!” Thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind. His first reaction was to use this opportunity to flee and pull a safe distance away.

However, he knew that a hurried retreat without preparation would be dangerous as well.

If the Rose School of Thought angel gives up attacking and retracts His arm, Sea King Jahn Kottman will have no reason to continue entangling or pursuing Him. After all, this isn’t facing a Saint, where he can consider forcefully keeping the opponent behind. If that happens, relying only on Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr will make it very difficult to stop Him. At that point, He can keep chasing me!

I have to give Him more trouble and make sure He cannot extricate Himself for a short time. Then I can use that chance to escape the waters around Blue Mountain Island!

As thoughts churned, Klein followed his predetermined emergency plan. Holding Travels of Groselle, he put away the Death Knell revolver, rolled several more times, and arrived beside the iron cigarette case.

He poked it with a finger, removing the wall of spirituality, opened the case, and shook the Tinder glove contaminated by the True Creator out into the air—toward the source of danger!

Immediately afterward, Klein used Travels of Groselle to shield himself from above. He opened his eyes and took out a copper…