Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

At this moment, Mr. A, who had failed to deliver a fatal blow, suddenly started coughing, even more violently than Klein.

He crawled down in pain, blood foam gushing out of the corners of his mouth.

Cough cough cough!

He coughed out a pile of broken internal organs and squirming flesh, then opened his mouth with difficulty, trying to lick them into his mouth and force them back.

What happened? Klein was a little confused for a moment.

But this did not prevent him from holding back his cough, raising his right hand, and aiming his revolver at Mr. Z's head.

At this moment, he vaguely understood that Mr. A's physical injuries could be treated and maintained by flesh and blood magic, but the impact and backlash on his spirit and spirituality could not be compensated in this way.

Mr. Z should have switched to another extraordinary ability to slowly heal the wounds of his spirit, but he was driven by hatred, forcibly suppressed, and chased after him. So after continuously consuming and using extraordinary abilities that exceeded his own capacity, the situation worsened and exploded.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Klein fired all the bullets in his revolver, and the streams of brass, light gold, and silver quickly crossed the not-so-long distance between the two.

To his regret, he couldn't stop sneezing and coughing during the process, and the bullets didn't hit all of them. Only two of them hit Mr. Z, one in his forehead and one in his torso.

Ziz!

A burning sound was heard, but Mr. A's head seemed to have no bones, just a pile of rotten meat, which made the light golden bullet sink deeply into it and soon stopped, failing to cause fatal damage, and only emitting golden light like the sun.

Mr. Z raised his neck, and the flesh and blood in the hole in his head was squirming wildly.

He didn't die, and he didn't even suffer a serious injury.

He used to be the "Rose Bishop" with tenacious vitality!

Seeing this scene, Klein made a quick decision, turned around and ran away, no longer trying to attack, while Mr. Z panted, lowered his head again, and licked the broken meat and internal organs he coughed out.

Sneezing and coughing occurred alternately, and Klein ran staggeringly and rolled from time to time.

Finally, he escaped to the edge, which was a cliff over 50 meters high.

Below the cliff, the slightly turbid Tussock River was rushing endlessly, wide but calm.

Klein did not hesitate, exerted force on his feet, and jumped out.

He fell rapidly, feeling the strong sense of weightlessness brought by free fall.

His body tore through the air, trying to adjust his posture in mid-air, turning into a standard diving action.

Cough! A-choo!

The disease stopped his body from rolling three and a half weeks, and the opening of his body and the adjustment of his palms were not in place.

With a snap, he fell on the water and turned into a thin piece of white paper.

The paper man quickly became wet, half sinking and half floating.

Not far away, Klein's figure was outlined and trembling at the bottom of the water.

His clothes were soaked, as were the remaining papers and the bills in his wallet.

After getting away from Mr. A, the disease was relieved... Klein thought with lingering fear.

If it weren't for the coughing and sneezing that subsided at the last moment, he wouldn't have had time to use the paper man substitute technique, and would have fallen and bled internally, and died directly. Of course, if that was the cause of death, he felt that he could be resurrected.

While kicking his feet out of the water, Klein created an invisible, hollow tube in his mouth, letting it extend out of the water to bring him fresh air.

This was the "magician's" "underwater breathing" performance!

Klein inhaled through his mouth and exhaled through his nose, not letting the turbid gas pollute the pipe, and went directly into the water.

At the same time, he quietly swam towards the shore, hoping to avoid Mr. Z's subsequent tracking in this way.

Unfortunately, this is not a city, and the ability of the "faceless man" cannot be effectively exerted. Otherwise, once he leaves, Mr. Z will definitely never find me again... While swimming, Klein instinctively flashed this thought.

This thought made him think of a problem, that is, Mr. Z had used the extraordinary ability of controlling the wind before.

Generally speaking, this belongs to the path of the "Lord of the Storm"...

This path is characterized by wind and water, and is particularly good at underwater activities...

Underwater activities...

"Shepherd" is too comprehensive and too terrifying! As the thought flashed, Klein's heart almost stopped beating.

He swam upstream suddenly, no longer hiding!

As soon as he surfaced and approached the shore, he saw Mr. Z's face covered with fish scales and gills.

Mr. Z, whose bright red robe floated on the water, raised his mouth, and his eyes were filled with hatred that seemed to be real.

Fight!

You can only fight!

Try to hold on until the church's reinforcements arrive, or Mr. Azik escapes! Klein, whose disease has eased, raised his right hand without hesitation and prepared to snap his fingers.

At this moment, the two looked up at the sky at the same time, almost instinctively.

There was a figure with a feminine and soft feeling.

The figure was wearing a hood and a dark robe, and looked at Mr. Z with complicated eyes.

Olivia!

Klein was shocked. He didn't know why Olivia came back here, but since she came, he should be safe!

Klein breathed a sigh of relief. After all, due to the direct communication between Azik and Klein, he no longer hated Olivia so much.

"Mr. Z, how come your ability is the same as Mr. A's?"

Olivia looked at the man in front of her and asked directly. After all, Mr. Z was just a sequence 5 ant. It was impossible for Olivia to let him escape.

Mr. Z did not speak, but took a few steps back in fear.

"Hmph!"

Olivia snorted and pressed her pressure on Mr. Z even more.

"The Lord... The Lord gave it to me."

Mr. Z spoke with some trembling.

It turned out that it was the work of the Fallen Creator. Although he didn't know how He did it, it didn't matter now.

Olivia glared at Mr. Z.

Then, Klein saw that Mr. A seemed to have turned into a pencil drawing, which was quickly erased by the eraser. He had no power to resist, leaving only the eyes of unwillingness in confusion and despair in madness engraved in the mind of the only audience at the scene.

Is this the strength of an angel!

As soon as Klein thought about it, he found that Olivia was looking at him.

It was still a beautiful face, but there was no expression at all, and the black eyes were dark and deep.

Just when Klein was about to say something, Olivia smiled at him.

Smile?

Klein was stunned for a while, wondering if he was dreaming.

Before he could come to his senses, Olivia faded away in an instant and disappeared from the spot. The sound of the water rushing around him echoed in silence.

Confused and puzzled, he swam to the shore and climbed up. He looked around and found that this place was extremely remote. There were no roads and no living people. Only the slightly turbid river water flowed forever.

Is this the end?

Mr. Z died just like that?

Klein couldn't believe that he was out of danger.

After sinking his mind, he finally found some sense of reality:

"It should be Mr. Azik who asked her to come! She arrived in time and successfully rescued me."

"Well, there is also the factor that I have persisted and delayed the battle until now.

"Not bad..."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, coughed twice, and began to look for a way out.