Chapter 26: Do Not Go Out

Chapter 26: Do Not Go Out

Unlike continental cities such as Backlund, Tingen, and Pritz Harbor, colonial islands like Bansy lacked gas lines. Streetlamps on both sides of the road stood sparsely, their candles sealed behind glass covers, waiting to be lit.

Unfortunately, the wind had risen early today. By evening, no one was going out, and the candle flames did not shed light at their scheduled time. The roads were pitch-black, their outlines illuminated only by the crimson moon that appeared and vanished within the clouds.

Compared to before, the gale had calmed considerably. At the very least, Klein no longer needed to spare attention for his hat.

Thin fog gradually spread. The surrounding buildings, mostly two stories tall, had doors and windows shut tight, dark and lightless, as though no one had lived there for a very long time.

Klein held the dim yellow lantern in one hand and his solid cane in the other, walking swiftly through the street that had grown quiet to the extreme, heading toward Lime Restaurant, whose direction Blazing Danitz had pointed out.

Whooo!

In the thin fog, the wind came swirling over. Klein inexplicably felt a chill at his neck.

He raised his right hand holding the cane, making the collar of his double-breasted long frock coat stand straight and high, fully covering his neck.

At that moment, a scene suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Within the image, a black shadow the size of a watermelon burst out from the fog and, in an instant, pounced toward his ear.

Klein did not think. He swung his arm and forearm backward and violently lashed out with his cane.

Bang!

The sudden black shadow had only just drawn near when it was struck squarely and sent flying a long distance.

By the light of the lantern, Klein finally saw clearly what had attacked him.

It was a head!

It was a head that had lost its body, with an esophagus dangling beneath it!

The head floated in midair. Its face resembled a shriveled cheese covered in mold spots. Its skin, leaking yellow-green fluid, clearly sagged loosely, yet still outlined the shape of the bone.

Where its nose should have been, only two black holes remained. Its eyes bulged outward, more white than black. Most of its lips had rotted away, exposing teeth mixed with blood, sharpened to points!

Shit! Seeing this, Blazing Danitz’s heart trembled, and he cursed inwardly.

Even though he had explored many treasures and fought many monsters, something so disgusting and frightening was still rare.

At some point, a classical revolver had appeared in his hand. His elbow pressed down, and he was about to fire.

At that moment, he saw a pure, clear beam of light descend from the sky and land on the head that had been struck somewhat stiff.

Ah!

A scream rang out. The shriveled, hideous head quickly evaporated and melted away, dispersing into ash and leaving no trace behind.

So weak! Danitz instinctively offered that evaluation.

Is the monster Gehrman Sparrow of the Sun pathway? Doesn’t seem like it… He should be relying on a mystical item… Just now, before I even sensed anything, Gehrman Sparrow had already discovered the enemy and attacked. He is indeed strong… Danitz’s attention quickly shifted to other matters.

His thoughts had only just settled when, from the corner of his eye, he saw a similar head fly out from the fog to the side, trying to bite his neck.

Bang!

Danitz calmly pulled the trigger.

The brass-colored bullet accurately struck the mold-covered head, shattering its brow and knocking it backward, leaving it suspended in midair.

Immediately after, in Danitz’s half-clenched left hand, a crimson glow rapidly expanded, flames beginning to coil around it.

He leaned forward and dragged his arm, “throwing” the ball of fire. With a boom, it struck the stiffened head.

Flames surged up, burning red. The skin of the head swiftly charred, making sizzling sounds.

Yet as though unaffected, it abruptly lunged forward, its mouth opening wide, about to bite…