Chapter 478: Grade 0 Sealed Artifact in Operation

The moment she saw the stranger appear in front of her, Lady Despair

materialized a sharp, crystalline ice spear and threw it at her target.

Using the force of the recoil, she attempted to break through the back

of the carriage and into the street.

With regards to this sudden turn of events, she was puzzled at this

strange enemy who suddenly appeared. On the contrary, she was very

confused and perplexed as to how someone could find her concealed self

so quickly. It was no less difficult than destroying a large city, or

teleporting directly from Backlund to the Southern Continent of East

Balam.

But as a Sequence 4 Demoness of Despair, she had developed herself one

step at a time from when she was an Assassin. She knew that she couldn't

afford to be distracted or spout nonsense at such critical moments. It

wasn't too late to think about all these matters later.

Therefore, she chose to attack directly and wanted to take the

opportunity to leave.

She could already imagine how the strange woman with black hair and eyes

would be frozen in the layers of sparkling light left in the frosty wake

of the ice spear's trajectory. She would have to struggle to break

through the obstruction in order to have the strength to chase after

her.

By then, she definitely would've escaped from the street and blended

into the crowd.

However, the scene she was looking forward to didn't appear. As soon as

the crystalline ice spear left her hand, it silently disappeared into

thin air, its whereabouts were completely unknown.

Angel! The Demoness of Despair's eyes narrowed as black flames

suddenly surged from her body, spreading ailments in a bid to ignite

everything around her and causing a large-scale fire.

At that moment, her body trembled in a strange manner, and she froze on

the spot.

She saw her left hand disappear, one centimeter at a time, as it rapidly

spread upward in an unstoppable fashion.

In her eyes, the beautiful and lifeless eyes of the woman opposite her

were dark and serene, as if there was a pure darkness concealed within.

"You aren't! You are..."

The Demoness of Despair's words came to an abrupt halt. Her entire body

was like a sketch that had been quietly erased with an eraser, leaving

no trace behind.

Her final gaze was filled with fear and despair. The seat she previously

occupied was empty, as though she had never sat in it before.

The beautiful woman with the lifeless expression pulled the hood of her

classical robe, and her lips moved almost imperceptibly as her figure

instantly disappeared.

On the outskirts of Empress Borough. On a trackless public carriage.

Triss was sitting quietly in the corner, wearing a veiled hat.

She didn't flee with the help of the river by going straight to the

Tussock River, nor did she head for the nearest railroad to catch a

train, as everyone thought she would.

Her choice was to return to Backlund.

Only in this city with a population of over five million, with all sorts

of hidden factions and numerous Beyonders, would they be able to help

her escape the subsequent pursuit of the Demoness Sect!

At this moment, she felt tense, mentally, constantly wary of the

terrifying old butler, Funkel.

Suddenly, her head spun.

When her vision returned to normal, she found herself having magically

left the public carriage and was standing on the muddy road outside.

Trissy's pupils contracted rapidly as she looked around cautiously.

Then, she saw a black-hooded figure in a classical robe, and she noticed

the black eyes hidden in the shadows.

For some reason, it was as if Trissy had returned to being an infant, so

weak to the point that she couldn't put up any resistance at all.

Cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and although her legs were

trembling violently, she was unable to move.

*This is the scariest enemy I've ever faced... Even the high-ranking

Demoness I previously met didn't give me such a feeling... Am I going to

die here... Is this finally going to end after I persisted in escaping

despite failing so many times...* A deep sense of despair and

uncontrollable sadness filled Trissy's heart, making her feel as if she

had plunged into her deepest nightmare.

Suddenly, a dim blue light flashed before her eyes, removing her "curse"

of being unable to move.

Trissy looked forward again, but there was no longer any traces of that

extremely terrifying figure. Everything that happened just now seemed

like the most realistic illusion.

But when Trissy lowered her head, she was surprised to find that the

sapphire ring on her left pinky had somehow shattered, losing all of its

brilliance.

Crack. Crack. Crack. The remains of the ring and the gem fell

off one after another.

Klein dodged and rolled around the collapsed stone pillar and the

heavily injured Mr. A, who was in the process of healing, and he ran for

the entrance opposite him.

As for the characteristic fragments which were slowly gathering from the

remains of the Master Key, he didn't even take a glance at them, afraid

that he would give Mr. A enough time to stop him.

He was well aware that even if he had all his mystical items and was

well-prepared, he wouldn't necessarily be a match for the Shepherd, not

to mention the fact that he was only equipped with Azik's copper whistle

and three types of Beyonder bullets. He didn't even have a single match

left.

Even though Mr. A was seriously injured, Klein didn't dare to take the

risk. He had heard that the Rose Bishop, the Sequence prior to Shepherd,

was extremely proficient in flesh magic. Its healing ability was in no

way weaker to his ability of transferring his wounds.

Creak!

He pulled open the heavy door.

The natural light outside shone in, and the clouds in the sky were

tinged with a thin yellow, and the sun was pale and dim.

Klein rushed out and found that he was in the middle of a mountain. He

was surrounded by towering mountains that made the area extremely

hidden.

Tap. Tap. Tap. He frantically ran and wasn't even taking the

mountain trail. Instead, with his skills as a Clown, he ran down the

steep slope, occasionally tumbling, and occasionally swinging up with

the help of trees.

Splash!

He heard the crashing of the river. It was up ahead, just below him!

But at that moment, a strong gust of wind blew over, sweeping towards

his back.

Klein made a prompt decision. His knees buckled and he rolled to the

side.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

The location where he was originally standing and the direction he was

moving in had a deep ravine carved out by the wind blades.

Mr. A dropped out of the wind, his body still draped with a cape

squirming with fresh blood.

He pointed with his finger, and immediately, chunks of flesh flew out

and swelled up in midair before suddenly exploding.

Boom!

Drops of blood and bits of flesh flew in every direction as Klein

cartwheeled with his hands, dodging most of it before finding shelter

behind a huge tree.

The projectiles bored bloody holes through the huge tree. Traces of

corrosion began spreading in every direction from the affected area.

Back when Klein was running, he had already loaded his revolver. He was

about to raise his hand and shoot Mr. A in the eyes when he saw a deep

darkness appear within them.

All of a sudden, Klein knew that, although the scenery around him hadn't

changed at all, he had been forcefully dragged into a dream.

He had once killed a Nightmare, a Nightmare at least... Klein

maintained his consciousness and saw Mr. A phase to his side in a manner

inconsistent with logic, turning into a blood-red blanket that enveloped

him in a manner that couldn't be escaped from.

*You want to rely on nightmares to scare me to the point of stopping my

heart?* A thought flashed in Klein's mind and he responded.

This was his dream. The lucid him could conjure anything!

Thus, a pure and dazzling golden sun appeared. Clear and blazing flames

ignited everything in its surroundings in an instant.

Klein imagined the scene when he first saw the Eternal Blazing Sun

during the dream divination!

Almost at the same time, he left the dream and heard a muffled grunt.

Mr. A took a step back, two streams of blood running from the tip of his

nose.

The robe formed from flesh and blood began to slowly flow as though it

was melting.

Pa!

Klein snapped his fingers and ignited the trees about thirty or forty

meters away.

Beneath his feet, the long-withered weeds caught on fire, and the

soaring flames enveloped his body.

Mr. A's originally unmanly beautiful face suddenly turned even more

beautiful and feminine. A crystalline and weightless ice spear

materialized in his hand as he threw it towards the burning trees a few

dozen meters away.

As soon as Klein jumped out of the flames, his pupils reflected the

transparent tip of the spear.

The tip of the spear became bigger and clearer, filling his eyes.

Klein threw himself to the side as his body became covered with a thin

layer of frost.

The transparent spear then extinguished the flames, allowing the thick

layer of ice to quickly spread in every direction.

Klein, who was still in midair, suddenly curled up into a ball, turning

his body upside down.

He stretched out his left hand and lightly pressed on the layer of ice.

He once again rose into the air and left the cold world. However, the

skin on his palm was frozen at the point of contact; this resulted in

him tearing off his skin with a ripping sound.

Rolling to his feet, Klein reached into his pocket and pulled out a

self-made Slumber Charm.

As he was about to say the incantation, his nose suddenly started to

itch and he sneezed.

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

His head ached and he kept sneezing, leaving him with no strength to

fight back.

I fell sick? I became infected by some sort of ailment? The

moment Klein realized this, he felt countless threads that were

difficult to be seen by the naked eye twirl around him, wrapping him up

like a mummy in a certain sense.

He wasn't unfamiliar with this kind of experience. He knew that this was

the Beyonder powers of a Demoness of Pleasure.

Back then, he had relied on the use of charms to cause all parties to

fall into a deep slumber. Then, relying on his uniqueness, he escaped

the effects of the charm. But now, Mr. A had maintained a distance of

about 20 meters.

However, Klein was no longer just a Clown. The fingers he could still

move snapped and made a crisp snapping sound!

In an instant, all the "spider silk" around him was ignited, as if it

had turned into a giant torch.

Klein had just jumped out of the scarlet flames when he started sneezing

again, which was then followed by a fit of violent coughing. This

automatically prevented the use of many of his Beyonder powers.

At this moment, the feminine gentleness of Mr. A's face disappeared,

adding a little more dignity to his loftiness.

He stretched out his right hand and clenched it lightly. Klein suddenly

had an inkling that if he ran, he would only be running in circles.

Mr. A, who was wearing a blood-red robe, revealed a cruel smile. An

ancient book that was transparent and illusory appeared in front of him.

An ethereal, high-pitched voice rang out, "I came, I saw, I record."

Achoo! Cough! Cough!

Klein wanted to hide, but he was powerless. At that moment, he

experienced, in an unprecedented manner, the power of a Shepherd. It was

truly worthy of being called the most comprehensive, most flawless, and

most powerful Beyonder Sequence under the level of a demigod! Even if he

hadn't made any preparations, with many mystical items being unusable,

for him to be suppressed to such a state without being able to fight

back, it implied that there were many problems.