Chapter 779: One-Shot

The three types of paper in Leymano's Travels clearly had different

textures. The white paper that could only record Sequence 7, 8, and 9

powers was thin, smooth and flat. The yellowish-brown goatskin which

could record Sequence 5 and 6 powers were very pliable like tanned

leather. The three charred yellow pages that could record godhood powers

were thick and textured. Together, they allowed someone to quickly

distinguish between them simply from touch.

Klein's fingers quickly found the thick and textured three pages as he

gently pinched the middle page.

Although his pocket wasn't large enough, preventing him from fully

opening Leymano's Travels, the hooded robe was personally modified by

Fors herself. The pocket had plenty of space, allowing the palm-sized

spellbook to be flipped to a right angle.

As Klein used his palm to prevent Leymano's Travels from closing, he

used his finger to slide across the corresponding page's surface. The

surface had slight bumps and depressions, making the strange patterns

and symbols that were filled with mystery and ancient vibes be directly

presented in his mind.

He injected his spirituality into it.

This charred-yellow page recorded a demigod power of the Storm pathway:

Hurricane!

Klein wanted to use it to create chaos, so as to interfere with the

Aurora Order saint who was lurking in the darkness. By doing so, he

could seize the opportunity to assassinate Mr. X and escape with the

help of the wind.

Aside from this goal, the chaos could also effectively hide his tracks.

By letting the members of the gathering scatter, and with everyone's

identity being a mystery, doing so made everyone be a suspect. The

Aurora Order would then find it difficult to pinpoint Xio.

As his thoughts whirred, Klein locked his gaze onto a spot, and he

slowly pulled out Leymano's Travels.

Meanwhile, Mr. X took two steps to Klein's side, standing near him like

he was a friend he hadn't seen in years.

Following that, there was a loud buzz as a terrifying hurricane spiraled

out of control in front of everybody. It was where Klein had targeted

his spirituality at.

The tables, coffee tables, sofa, and high-back chairs in the room flew

up as the violent hurricane ripped through the walls, carrying the roof

away as it headed for the alley. Some of the gathering's participants

were in the way of the hurricane and were thrown far away, while others

fell forward due to the wind pressure as they ran in another direction.

If Klein hadn't purposely controlled the timing and direction of the

hurricane, not only would Mr. X's old house be destroyed, but even the

series of condominiums around it would suffer damage. As for the

gathering participants, they would've been swept up in the hurricane,

having their survival depend solely on luck.

The buzzing sounds quickly intensified as the hurricane that reached

into the sky was like a terrifying giant. It stomped across the alley

towards the street, leaving nothing behind in its wake.

Klein was similarly swept up as he and the possessed Mr. X were thrown

onto another street.

During this process, as both of them were standing close to one another,

along with how a Wraith could float, these could control the target's

body to a certain extent even with the hurricane. Therefore, the

distance between Klein and Mr. X ultimately stayed within five meters.

His control of the Spirit Body Threads had never been terminated.

In midair, with the howling winds in his ear, Klein suddenly yanked at

his chest with his right hand, tearing away the hooded robe's surface,

reached under his arm, and drew Death Knell.

Although in Mr. X's current state where just Air Bullets alone could

finish him off, Klein decided to be cautious. He was afraid that certain

mystical items on his body would suddenly be triggered, just like

Admiral of Blood Senor's necklace.

When hunting, it was necessary to do his best!

Klein's vigorous action of drawing his revolver had obviously affected

his control of the Spirit Body Threads. If it wasn't because Mr. X was

on the brink of being fully controlled, just this alone was enough to

recover his usual lucidness.

However, even so, Mr. X's thoughts were no longer impeded as his mind

sped up.

He attempted to resist, but with Wraith Senor's possessing him, it had

forced his efforts to be in vain for a brief moment.

Then, Mr. X's eyes reflected an enemy who swooped downward. It was a

thin face with pronounced facial lines.

In his vision, the person coldly cocked the revolver, pointing the black

barrel at him.

Bang!

Klein didn't hesitate to pull the trigger as the gunshot was drowned by

the howling winds.

Mr. X's head jerked backwards as though an invisible hand had pressed

onto it.

His head and brass mask shattered into pieces, splattering red and white

liquids everywhere.

It was a lethal shot!

Death Knell had sounded the knell for him!

Plop!

After the shot, Klein fell to the ground on his back.

With a thud, Mr. X landed beside him as the blood and fragments that

scattered in midair had strangely flowed back, gathering by his neck and

forming a head filled with cracks and crevices.

This was the ability of a Wraith.

At that moment, the hurricane was starting to disperse, and the huge

commotion had undoubtedly caught the notice of faraway demigods.

Inside the Holy Wind Cathedral, the new Backlund archbishop, Deep Blue

Officiant Randall Valentinus, instantly flew out of his room as he

floated in the air.

Klein, who had fallen on the ground, noticed that the wind pressure had

weakened. With Death Knell in one hand and Leymano's Travels in the

other, he flipped the latter to the first yellowish-brown goatskin page.

After obtaining this spellbook, he realized that there were a few pages

recorded in it, with one of them being Traveler's Door.

Klein originally imagined that it was a coincidence, but on careful

thought, he found it inevitable. This was because Leymano's Travels

belonged to the ancient Abraham family. They wielded the Apprentice

pathway and several corresponding mystical items, so they had the

resources to easily record a Traveler's powers. After all, this was

something very, very useful.

At that moment, as long as the Traveler's Door was formed, Klein could

leave unharmed with Mr. X's corpse that was being possessed by Wraith

Senor.

He hadn't used it in the building, because it was possible that the

Aurora Order Saint might intercept it. Furthermore, Mr. X was also a

Traveler. He had a chance of successfully escaping via Traveler's Door.

Therefore, Klein didn't dare risk it before he was completely dead.

At that moment, Klein's vision went black as he realized that the

surrounding streets were filled with a pitch-black and strange liquid.

They surged over and quickly coagulated to form a strong cage.

In such darkness, shadows began to come alive as cold gazes landed on

him.

*A demigod's power! The Aurora Order does have a saint nearby! There's

no way to directly teleport away!* Klein's heart tensed up as he

calmly flipped Leymano's Travels to the charred-yellow page.

Sizzle!

A silver "python" snaked out of thin air, embroiling itself with the

darkness as it illuminated everything.

Lightning Storm!

The coagulated pitch-blackness shattered instantly. And without any

hesitation, Klein stuffed his Death Knell-wielding right hand into his

pocket, pinching the dark green stone that was filled with burn marks.

"Door!"

He chanted in ancient Hermes with an abnormally calm tone.

A light blue brilliance burst out as Klein's figure rapidly turned into

a blur. Even Mr. X's corpse which had come close to grab onto his

shoulder had experienced similar changes.

The two figures instantly turned invisible as they vanished from the

spot. They quickly departed into the spirit world with overlapping

saturated colors, pulling off an ingenious escape.

In the shadowy alley with the flattened gathering building which had

planks, rubble, clothes, and all kinds of random items strewn all

around, someone harrumphed.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, the other gathering members had already fled the street.

From far away in the sky, a sonic boom could be heard.

Xio and Fors, who were searching for ghosts in East Borough, were

alarmed by the sky that suddenly lit up. They hurriedly looked into the

distance and saw the silver forest that seemed to bloom like a forest.

The twisted form and sense of horror had left them trembling despite the

distance. They didn't even dare look straight at it.

"What happened over there?" Xio mumbled as she exchanged looks with Fors

blankly.

Fors actually had a guess, but she found it difficult to believe. This

was because it had far exceeded her expectations of The World Gehrman

Sparrow's strength!

In a dark alley, Klein appeared out of thin air with Mr. X's corpse as

they landed on the ground.

He wasn't flustered at all. He kept Death Knell in his pocket and then

took out another book.

Groselle's Travels!

Smack! Klein smacked the book written by Dragon of Imagination

Ankewelt onto Mr. X's face, staining the cover with blood.

Moments later, Mr. X's corpse vanished, leaving behind Wraith Senor in

his dark red coat and old triangular hat.

Right on the heels of that, Klein put away Groselle's Travels, flipped

open Leymano's Travels and made another charred-yellow page face up.

Suddenly, a bright light emitted from the book as an illusory angel with

twelve wings flew up and landed on Klein.

All of this happened in an instant before darkness returned to the

alley. Only the dim moonlight continued illuminating the area silently.

Klein immediately took out another metal bottle, poured out the blood

stored inside, and uniformly smeared it across Leymano's Travels.

After doing all of this, he put away everything else, pulling away the

hooded robe and throwing it beside him.

A scarlet flame immediately soared up, burning the tattered robe clean.

Meanwhile, Klein silently grew another 10 centimeters as he transformed

into a relatively ordinary appearance.

Then, he identified his bearings with the help of the stars, and he

picked up a fallen branch to assist him as he quickly toured through the

dark and deteriorated streets, returning back to the cheap motel.

At this point, he still had no idea what additional weakness he had been

given.

Inside the single room in the motel, Klein changed into his own clothes,

turning back into Gehrman Sparrow.

Seeing this thin and cold-looking crazy adventurer in the mirror, he

fell silent for a few seconds, picking up the half top hat and wearing

it.

Above the flattened building, Church of Storms Cardinal, Backlund

diocese archbishop, Deep Blue Officiant Randall Valentinus, who had

failed in capturing anyone, looked down in silence for an extended

period of time.

160 Böklund Street. Upon seeing the visitor outside, Butler Walter asked

in surprise, "Your Excellency, why are you suddenly here? Is there

something?"

Bishop Elektra chuckled and said, "I heard that Dwayne is sick, so I'm

here to visit him. Perhaps he will quickly recover under the Goddess's

blessings."