Chapter 726: Preparations Are Very Important

Suddenly, Klein had a familiar feeling. It felt like every tree, every

leaf, every rock, every blade of grass wanted him dead.

Upon seeing the rubbish comprising of fragments and paper lunge at him

in a strange web, his body suddenly collapsed into a paper figurine.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

The arrow-like branches impaled the paper figurines and landed into the

distance. As for the strange net, it immediately enveloped everything

within into a ball as it gently squirmed.

Klein's body appeared to the side about eight meters away. He knew that

the attack he was worried about had finally descended upon him.

He didn't make any observations or show any hesitation. Raising his

right palm, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the adventurer's

harmonica.

The situation he had encountered had made him realize that the attacker

was likely a demigod from the Rose School of Thought. It was an enemy he

was currently unable to defend against!

The one who had been pursuing Sharron back then gave him a similar

feeling!

At this moment, the paper figurines in his pocket suddenly flew out as

they plastered over his face, one after another, layer after layer!

At the same time, Klein's sleeves automatically tightened as they bound

both his arms, preventing his palms from reaching down.

His Taraba shirt and brown jacket were tightening like a bear giving him

a hug!

In seconds, he was bound on the spot by his clothes, trousers, and

shoes. His face was covered with paper figurines, as his ribs were on

the brink of fracturing. He found it abnormally difficult to breathe.

Klein was mentally prepared and was equipped with rich combat

experience, so he didn't panic. His right thumb and middle finger, which

weren't affected, touched each other as he snapped his fingers.

At his ham, scarlet flames immediately soared up, burning the

tightly-bound trousers clean before spreading upwards and downwards.

Seizing this opportunity, Klein bent his knees and jumped up with great

difficulty, like a cannonball that weakly fell to the ground moments

after being launched, as he lunged to his right.

In midair, he snapped his fingers again. This time, the sleeve by the

right arm joint was ignited!

As for the spot where he was originally standing, the green weeds

suddenly withered as the blackened ground suddenly turned white as if it

had been weathered by the elements.

This attack was silent and deadly, without any forewarning. Klein knew

that his enemy was powerful and that staying in the same spot would

likely result in him suffering an attack he couldn't resist; therefore,

he first removed the influence on his legs. If he hadn't done so, he

would've already been heavily injured and lose his ability to do combat.

He might've even perished.

With a smacking sound, two spots around Klein's sleeves ignited. His

right palm finally had the freedom to move as he reached into his pocket

and grabbed the adventurer's harmonica.

Plop!

He fell to the ground, rolling as he immediately stopped himself with

his right hand to bounce up. His left palm which wore a human-skinned

glove snapped its fingers.

This time, his target was the paper figurines that were plastered over

his face to prevent him from breathing.

Pa!

The paper figurines burned up as the scarlet tongues of fire burned

Klein's hair.

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

An icicle had formed and was speeding right for his head like a thin

gloomy-green arrow!

Due to its speed, it was translucent itself, making it usually

impossible to discover it!

But even though Klein's danger premonition was triggered, it was a

little too late. This was because his clothes were still affecting his

mobility. It was too late for him to dodge the attack.

A thought flashed through his mind as he barely bent his back, his upper

torso was bent backward, and he moved quite significantly to his right.

Oof!

The thin, cold ice arrow struck his left chest, instantly shattering the

brown jacket and white round-collar shirt which were located there as

they scattered into the air.

However, this lethal ice arrow didn't continue heading forward. This was

because in its way was a book with a dark brown cover.

The book appeared ordinary, and it was bound into a book with commonly

seen yellowish-brown goatskin, but it didn't shatter like the two pieces

of clothing. There wasn't even a hole pricked open.

Groselle's Travels!

This was an item that even the Sea God Scepter's Lightning Storm imbued

with some powers of the mysterious space had failed to damage!

Last night, the telegram of "I see you" gave Klein such a fright that he

undoubtedly reinforced his protective countermeasures. He prepared every

method he could think of!

Apart from hiding the book at his vital spot, his other pocket had the

iron cigar case which stored the influence of the corrupted True

Creator. Once things went bad, he would dispel the wall of spirituality,

throw out the item, and see if it would draw the attention of the True

Creator. He hoped that "He" would send his powerful subordinates to make

the situation more chaotic.

He knew that even evil gods like the True Creator hated the Mother Tree

of Desire!

After withstanding the ice arrow, Klein fell to the ground while

somersaulting to the side. He then brought the adventurer's harmonica to

his lips and blew hard into it.

At that moment, his face was turning a little black due to the burning

of the paper figurines, but due to Flame Controlling, he wasn't injured.

Then, he felt that the clothes on his left arm, waist, thighs, neck, and

legs were restored to normal, giving him newfound freedom.

At the moment he blew the harmonica, he quickly activated his Spirit

Vision. He saw Miss Messenger walk out of the void with four blonde,

red-eyed heads in hand. They automatically turned and stared at the same

spot.

One of the heads grunted as it opened its mouth and began drawing in

air.

A cold wind hummed as a figure was forcibly pulled out from a green tree

a hundred meters away from Klein.

This figure failed to maintain his difficult-to-detect state as he

rapidly turned half transparent and half corporeal.

He was the wrinkled elder with white, thin hair. His facial features had

the traits of the people of the Southern Continent. Just as his brown

eyes reflected Reinette Tinekerr, his brows pricked up. Then, he didn't

hesitate to open his mouth as though he was about to deliver an extreme

curse that he had been preparing for a long time.

At this moment, another one of the heads which Reinette Tinekerr was

holding had opened its mouth as well, as though it was making a silent

screech.

With that, nothing happened inside the forest.

When Shanks saw this, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Klein who

had yet to react in time when a figure with white, thin hair and

exaggerated wrinkles appeared in his eyes!

His mind instantly turned cold. Although his thoughts weren't impeded,

he had lost control over his body. All he could do was watch the

white-haired elder vanish as he turned to face Miss Messenger.

The two heads which Reinette Tinekerr carried suddenly flew out and

appeared before Klein. One of them opened its mouth as it drew in air,

while the other's red eyes turned dark as its teeth turned long and

sharp, phasing between an incorporeal and corporeal state.

Klein saw the translucent elder with white, thin hair being forcefully

pulled out from his body before Miss Messenger's head with the long

teeth that bit at his shoulder, tearing out an object that appeared both

like a Spirit Body and a physical body.

Shanks frowned without screaming. Its figure abruptly vanished as it

leaped to a spot with a glass fragment a hundred meters away.

Following that, he seemed to be pursued by formless hands and enemies.

He kept phasing into shallow puddles of water, the eyes of animals, the

dew on plants, etc. Finally, he was able to catch a breather, and still,

Klein was feeling a little stiff and cold from the inside out.

Phew... Shanks entered the spirit world and walked out again.

In his hand was a moist, sticky, palm-sized doll.

This figure's face only had a hole as it was inhaling and exhaling a

grayish-white fog which Klein found familiar.

Shanks didn't hesitate as he stuffed the doll into his mouth.

Upon seeing this, Reinette Tinekerr's other two heads left her palm, and

like before, flew towards Shanks at a fast speed, arriving nearly

instantly.

However, Shanks had already begun transforming.

His body turned black as his skin scrunched up and water began seeping

out. His hair, brows, and other parts began withering and dropping.

Following that, his limbs grew long and thin.

In just a second, Shanks seemed to be assimilated by the doll, becoming

a huge, black, moist infant with long four limbs and swollen shriveled

skin!

His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears moved from their original locations to

the middle of his face as though they were gathering together to form a

brand new organ.

His skin, limbs, and newly formed organ brought an indescribable sense

of mystery and wickedness. Just a single look had made his body which

had just recovered from the coldness feel extremely itchy. Red spots

protruded from his skin as a result of the clumps of fine granules.

His eyes undoubtedly suffered a piercing pain. He instinctively closed

them tight as tears were forced out.

By the time he calmed himself with Cogitation and opened his eyes again,

he realized that Miss Messenger and the Rose School of Thought's demigod

had vanished.

However, Klein's spiritual intuition told him that they were nearby.

They were in an intense battle shuttling between the real world and the

spirit world. Be it the dropping of the leaves, the shaking of the

weeds, the crawling of the worms, and the fleeing of the wild beasts,

all of them represented each and every clash.

As his mind whirred, Klein took out Death Knell and tapped his left

thumb on the first segment of his index finger twice.

Countless illusory thin threads appeared in his eyes, making him see

objects that usually couldn't be seen with his normal vision or Spirit

Vision.

Two blobs were flying around him, and the dense black bundles of threads

that entangled with each other were Reinette Tinekerr and the Rose

School of Thought's demigod!

Apart from these, Klein also discovered that a blob of illusory black

threads was rapidly approaching him. It would stop from time to time, so

as to avoid the intense battle between the two demigods.

*There's another enemy? An enemy who was hiding in the distance awaiting

the results, but hasn't decided to participate in the battle? Anyways,

anyone who's stealthily approaching in such a situation must be an

enemy!* Klein's eyes moved slightly as he cocked the Death Knell

and lowered it naturally to put it into a state for Lethal attack.

Then, he pretended as though he hadn't detected the bundle of illusory

black threads, stuffed his left palm into his pocket, and grabbed a gold

coin. He made it tumble between his fingers as though he was in a

divination state.

He was doing this to disrupt the approacher's spiritual intuition for

danger!

After losing his paper figurines, this was the only method he had.

After patiently waiting for two seconds, when the other party was within

shooting range, Klein's eyes turned solemn as he suddenly raised his

right hand, aimed, and pulled the trigger!