Chapter 250: Rich Experience in Courting Death

"Alright." Klein nodded solemnly.

Sergeant Faxine touched his short hair and said, "There are other

arrangements. I'll explain them to you in detail, and you can decide on

your own."

He cast his gaze towards the living room.

Klein made a polite gesture of invitation, then watched as Sergeant

Faxine closed the door behind him, walked over to the sofa, and sat

down.

"What are your plans?" Klein kept his coat on, hands still in his

pockets.

Faxine leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands, and said, "You should

be well aware that you have offended that ambassador. Tonight or

tomorrow will be the most dangerous period for you.

"The higher-ups have given you three choices. The first is to go to the

Holy Wind Cathedral for two days. I know that you're a believer of the

God of Steam and Machinery, but Saint Hierländ Cathedral is too far, and

it's easy for trouble to arise on the way there."

Kleinn nodded indiscernibly and waited for the sergeant to give him the

second choice.

Suddenly, his vision blurred and his head went numb. He felt as if there

was a layer of thick glass around him.

He saw that Sergeant Faxine's opening and closing of his mouth was

slowing down, and he noticed that his thoughts had become sluggish.

This feeling was very familiar. Klein suddenly thought of the puppet

from the Antigonus family, Sealed Artifact 2-049!

Back then, he was repeatedly affected in a similar way, but he had been

awakened by Captain Dunn Smith and the others. To ensure that the others

could detect any abnormalities in a timely manner, they kept stretching

and retracting their arms!

*The Antigonus family holds the Seer pathway... This person's ability is

similar to the Antigonus family's puppet... He is the Mid-Sequence

Beyonder of the Seer pathway... As expected, it's him...* Klein

came to his senses, but there was no Dunn Smith to wake him.

The muscles on Officer Faxine's face started squirming. Soon, he turned

into a gentleman with black hair and blue eyes. He had a handsome face

and a tiny stubble.

He said with a smile, "Given time, this is one of the most difficult

abilities to deal with for anyone that isn't a High-Sequence Beyonder."

As he spoke, Klein saw the image of the woman in the black regal dress

appear in the glass of the oriel window.

She walked slowly and stiffly out of the glass; her blonde hair, her

delicate face, and her pale face made her seem more like a doll than a

living person.

"I never thought that you would be able to hire such a powerful

bodyguard. If it wasn't for my divination ahead of time, I might have

died here. What kind of compensation did you pay? By the way, my name is

Rosago." Rosago didn't look back as he continued smiling at Klein, but

he didn't expect a fluent answer from the man he controlled.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a cold breeze blow across his neck,

causing his hair to stand on end as goosebumps appeared all over his

body.

There seemed to be an invisible person at his back, breathing down his

neck!

Rosago laughed, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.

Pow!

Flames suddenly soared up from his back, and a transparent shadow was

set ablaze, quickly turning into ashes.

In Klein's vision, these motions were all broken down into a grid of

images.

This wasn't because his opponent had turned slow, but was a result of

his increasingly sluggish thoughts.

*He already has me under control... Why isn't he directly... killing

me... Do all villains like to engage in lengthy monologues... No, he's

not stupid... He's trying to conceal something with this

discussion...* Klein tried to think, to figure out the problem,

but his thoughts were moving at an irresistibly slow pace.

He looked intently at Rosago, taking in every detail of his.

Finally, he saw a figure in each of Rosago's eyes, a figure with blonde

hair, blue eyes, a pale face, and a dark black Gothic regal dress!

And at this moment, the woman was still behind Rosago. She was still

near the oriel window, walking towards him like a manipulated puppet.

*He hasn't really controlled her yet... She's still trying to resist and

struggle... They are tussling in the realm of mystery... I need to do

something... I need to tip the scales of balance...* Klein

turned his attention to the Language of Foulness charm he was holding in

his left hand. It was cold and slippery, filled with evil.

He was glad that he hadn't let down his guard and maintained a

battle-ready state the entire time.

He could only injure himself to injure his opponent! Klein gathered his

strength and struggled to speak.

His vocal cords seemed to have rotted, and his throat squirmed in

difficulty.

He hoarsely said in ancient Hermes with a staccato rhythm, "Foulness!"

As his voice echoed in the air, Klein felt a corrosive pain in his left

palm, and he heard illusory whispers that could drive a person mad.

This was a state that he was familiar with, and it didn't affect his

subsequent attempts.

The attempt was to inject most of his spirituality into the Language of

Foulness charm which didn't require the control of his body.

In three seconds, the voice of the True Creator would descend upon the

physical world and burrow into the ears of the creature closest to him!

"3!"

The prelude, the din, the illusory, the evil whispers spread out in an

instant. Klein felt his scalp tingle, his mind abuzz, his veins

throbbing. He found it difficult to focus his mind.

A coffee table away from him, Rosago's expression had suddenly turned

adrift. His face swelled up as the woman's figure in his eyes suddenly

became clearer.

"2!"

The pale woman in the black regal dress behind him quickened her

actions, but soon, she frowned in pain.

At this moment, Klein felt the weakening of the influence as he wished,

regaining his smooth thought processes and felt as though his joints

were once again filled with lubricant!

Having experienced ravings all this time, he endured the madness and

pain, quickly pulling out and throwing the Language of Foulness charm

from his left palm at Rosago.

"1!"

The iron-black charm, with its many symbols and sinister-looking

patterns, melted. Rosago had just regained some of his composure and was

trying to leap to the side when he saw a rich darkness and heard a

murmur that contained immense knowledge and extreme madness.

No human being was able to describe such a sound. All the veins in

Rosago's head protruded as if they were about to explode.

He tumbled to the ground, writhing and struggling as his skin ruptured,

inch by inch, revealing the flesh underneath.

At the same time, Klein and the blonde woman with blue eyes also failed

to resist the pain as they fell to the ground. Each of them let out

tragic screams, the excruciating pain felt like someone had stabbed

their temples with a drill rod.

Their eyes turned bloodshot as red liquid ran down their noses. They

could neither see nor feel the outside world.

The experienced Klein was the first to recover. He staggered to his feet

and saw that Rosago had torn off his clothes and stripped off his skin,

exposing his flesh and veins.

He was like a legendary red monster that had been skinned. He constantly

tumbled around the ground while groaning in pain, as if he was about to

lose control.

Klein didn't wait for the result, because he couldn't afford the

possibility of the other party gaining the benefits, as well as becoming

a devotee of the True Creator.

He believed that the evil god was definitely infuriated as well.

Pulling out his revolver and adjusting the barrel to the firing

position, Klein took two steps forward, circled around the coffee table,

and put the muzzle of his gun against Rosago's head.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dressed in his black double-breasted suit, he stared at his enemy

intently as he shot five rounds in a row, watching his enemy's head

swell and explode into a mixture of red, white, and black that

splattered all over the floor.

Captain, thank you for demonstrating this to me before...

Klein panted while he lowered his revolver before he beamed brightly.

In front of him, Rosago's headless corpse faltered a little before

collapsing to the side of the sofa.

Only then did the woman in the black Gothic regal dress stop her

screams. Her struggles and rolling slowed down, but her skin seemed to

turn a lot more translucent.

Seeing the flesh on Rosago's corpse squirm, Klein didn't hesitate to use

his self-created Requiem Charm.

Under the calm and serene atmosphere, the corpse finally stopped moving.

Upon seeing this scene, Klein thought of something. He took out another

charm and chanted in a low voice, "Crimson!"

Then, he injected some of his spirituality into it and threw this charm

at his bodyguard---the woman with the pale golden hair and pale white

face.

As the slumbering powers emanated, the woman who was still weakened

under the effect of the lingering voices instantly quietened down as she

fell into a deep slumber.

Just to be sure, Klein threw another Slumber Charm, afraid that he would

be interrupted during what he was planning to do next.

15 Minsk Street once again had its peace. This time, nothing was broken;

only the ground was contaminated, as the fight between the three parties

was mystical and beyond the physical realm.

Looking at Rosago's corpse and then at his sleeping bodyguard, Klein

mocked himself, "It's also good to court death often. At least I gained

some immunity."

He didn't attempt the mediumship ritual immediately because Rosago was

now tainted by the True Creator, and directly communicating with the

spirit was tantamount to committing suicide.

But that didn't mean Klein had no choice. He planned on doing the

mediumship above the gray fog by bringing Rosago with him!

With his current spirit body's level, even with the augmentation

provided by Azik's copper whistle, he was unable to move a portable

camera, much less a corpse that was several times heavier. However,

mediumship wasn't done with a corpse, but the channeling of the remnant

spirituality!

Klein took out a candle, quickly set up a ritual ceremony, summoned

himself, and responded to himself, turning into a special spirit body.

After becoming a spirit, he saw the distinct remnants of Rosago's

spirituality, and he realized that Miss Bodyguard's physical condition

was a little strange. She was actually in quite a similar state as he

was, but there were also great differences.

Without wasting any time thinking, Klein carried Azik's copper whistle,

wrapped the remaining of Rosago's spirituality, and entered above the

gray fog.

After conjuring the appropriate ritual items and setting up a simple

altar, Klein quickly began the mediumship ritual.

During this process, he was shocked to discover that he no longer needed

to pray to anyone to be able to directly communicate with the spirit. It

was like he was a real spirit medium!

*Phew... Is this some special power that I possess in the mysterious

space above the gray fog?* A thought flashed through Klein's

mind as he began to recite the divination statement.

"The potion formulas for the Seer pathway."