newbobooks Chapter 95 My name is Rosago, remember this name!
Chapter 95 My name is Rosago, remember this name!
Chapter 95 My name is Rosago, remember this name!
Klein's slow-moving thoughts took several beats to process that he was being attacked, and the attacker possessed abilities similar to those of the Church of the Night's sealed artifact 2-049!
He was able to shake off the influence back then because of the reminders from his teammates and captain, but now he's all alone.
No... there's also... a bodyguard... a young lady...
The thought flashed through his mind with extreme stagnation, and then he saw a transparent figure emerge behind the fake sheriff, blowing cold air on the back of the fake sheriff's neck.
Snapped!
The fake sheriff snapped his fingers, and crimson flames instantly erupted, burning the transparent spirit behind him to ashes.
As he spoke, the image of a bodyguard dressed in a black court dress, wearing a small soft hat, and with a deathly pale face like a female ghost appeared in his eyes.
"Possessed by a vengeful spirit!"
The next second, the possessed fake sheriff's body rapidly thinned and became brittle, turning into a finely cut pale yellow paper figure.
The "Paper Doll Substitute" at Sequence Level 5!
Since the paper figure was not alive and had no reflective surface, Sharon's "possession by a vengeful spirit" was forced to stop, and the figure appeared in the air and quickly solidified.
Forced into a dignified position, Sharon's movements became as sluggish as Klein's, and coupled with her pale face, she looked more like an exquisite doll.
At the same time, a man with black hair, blue eyes, and a handsome face with faint stubble appeared at the entrance.
He looked at Klein and Sharon, who were both physically and mentally sluggish in the living room, with a mocking expression, and raised his chin slightly, as if proclaiming a victor's declaration:
"I didn't expect you to be able to hire such a capable bodyguard. She really caused me a lot of trouble, and even posed a potential threat to my life."
"But unfortunately, I am a 'fortune teller,' one of the most extraordinary paths where I have the least fear of being ambushed."
"Furthermore, I'm already Sequence 5, possessing one of the most formidable abilities against those below the higher sequences."
"The bodyguard you hired is quite good, but soon she will be mine. The Sequence 5 'Vengeful Spirit' is a fantastic Mystic."
"By the way, my name is Rosago, remember that name!"
boom!
He was met with a loud gunshot and a bright red stain on the side of his neck.
Almost simultaneously, his body lost its thickness and transformed once again into a pale yellow paper figure.
He then appeared in the room and quickly wiped his injured neck, transferring the wound to his palm. What was originally a fatal wound instantly became a minor injury.
Under the gas lamppost across from 15 Minsk Street, Cyril leaned against the lamppost, blew away the non-existent gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of his "Peacekeeper" gun, looked toward Klein's living room, and shook his head with a regretful expression.
"The 'Diviners' of the middle sequence are indeed not so easy to kill, even though they are so fragile that a single touch will seriously injure them."
As he sighed, in the living room, Rosago's manipulation of the spirit threads was interrupted by the bullet, and Klein and Sharon simultaneously regained control of their bodies.
Klein lunged forward immediately. He remembered that the ability to manipulate other people's bodies in 2-049 had a distance limit. Rosago, as a true extraordinary being, might be stronger in this aspect, but there must also be a distance limit. As long as he could get out of that distance, he would have a chance to counterattack.
As he lunged forward, Sharon, freed from control, vanished from her spot in an instant.
The next second, she appeared in front of Rosago, her bright red lips wide open, as if she could swallow a whole apple in one gulp.
"what!"
A piercing, ear-piercing scream suddenly erupted, tearing through eardrums and striking the spirit.
"The wailing of wronged souls!"
Clap!
Cracks appeared on the cups in the living room, the glass shade of the crystal chandelier, and the glass on the bay window, as if they were about to shatter into pieces at any moment.
Klein felt warm liquid flowing from his ears, and his head was spinning. He couldn't muster any energy and even forgot what he was supposed to do.
In the center of the living room, Rosago, who had been facing the "wailing of the vengeful spirit" at close range, was in even worse shape. Bright red liquid was flowing from his eyes, nostrils, and ears. His legs were trembling, and his eyes were unfocused, making him look like a mentally challenged person who couldn't even take care of himself.
The stinging sound lasted less than a second before Sharon's figure became transparent and disappeared into thin air.
The next instant, her figure appeared in Rosago's eyes and gradually became clearer.
"Possessed by a vengeful spirit!"
boom!boom!
Outside the gate, Cyril fired again, one shot hitting the shoulder and the other the abdomen.
However, because the Holy Silver Bullet was effective against "vengeful spirits," Sharon, who was in a state of "possessed by vengeful spirits," suffered more severe injuries than Rosago. This gave Rosago an opportunity to retaliate and manipulate the Spirit Threads once again.
The next second, Klein, who had just recovered from Sharon's "Wraith's Scream" and hadn't yet figured out what had happened, felt that familiar sluggishness again.
...What's going on?
...No...already...occupying...the...up...the...way......
Amidst his stagnant thoughts, he saw the bodyguard's transparent and ethereal figure appearing and disappearing behind Rosago. At the same time, the figure reflected in Rosago's eyes did not disappear either. The two seemed to be fighting in a place he could not perceive.
"This is awkward..."
At the main gate, Cyril, holding the "Peacekeeper," looked dejected, never expecting to become such a liability.
Because of his special status, he was the only one present who was not manipulated by the threads of his spirit, but he was also the only one among them who did not have any means of physical attack.
While the bullets fired by the "Peacekeeper" have physical destructive power, their built-in magic-dispelling and purification effects are also excellent at striking our teammates.
As for the ring formed by the extraordinary characteristics of the "Interrogator," it can also harm Miss Sharon in a mental state when she is "possessed by a vengeful spirit."
Among the strange items he found that morning was a black and white mask, which corresponds to the Joker's extraordinary characteristics. It can give the wearer superhuman coordination and balance, precise body control, and the Joker's intuitive premonitions. At the same time, the wearer's lies are more likely to be believed.
However, it lacks the spell-like ability to "turn paper into flying knives" that can be used for attack.
So much so that he couldn't find a way to break the deadlock for a while.
Neither the magic tricks he possessed nor his full-force punches could truly harm a Sequence 5 Extraordinary, even if the opponent was a Sequence 5 with relatively weak physical abilities.
Next time, I must carry a handy cold weapon with me.
As his thoughts surfaced, Klein, whose spirit was being manipulated, finally understood the situation and took action.
He pulled a cold, slippery, and eerily sinister talisman from his right pocket, and muttered a string of ancient Hermes words with slight pauses:
"filthy!"
After a brief interval, the cacophony, illusory, decadent, filthy, mad and sinister words of the "true creator" descended.
Cyril felt the veins on his forehead throb twice. The voice of the "True Creator" in his ear was completely different from before—neither illusory nor noisy, but carrying a kind of suppressed malice and calm:
"Come to the land forsaken by God to see me..."
"Come to the land forsaken by God..."
...Is this someone talking to me?
Cyril's expression was somewhat solemn. If that were the case, it meant that the "True Creator" had already noticed him.
Although he personally leans more towards inheriting the human side of the "Ancient Sun God" in terms of emotions, this does not mean that he is willing to contact the other party. This person is now a real evil god, a madman, so it is better to keep a distance.
As Cyril fell into deep thought because of the words of the "true creator," Klein endured the pain from the voice in his ear, took two steps forward, and drew his revolver from his holster.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang....
A barrage of gunfire erupted and only stopped when the magazines were emptied.
Klein looked at Rosago, who had lost his head and skin, and whose flesh was turned inside out, leaving only a human-like shape on the floor, and let out a long breath.
"Finally, it's over..."
Before he could finish his lament, a blood-red, tentacle-covered, writhing ball of flesh fell out of the void.
Bang! Bang! Bang...:
Gunfire erupted again, this time from Cyril.
In less than half a second, all the bullets in the "Peacekeeper" magazine were emptied.
The bullets, trailing silver flames, plunged headlong into the blood-red fleshy mass, followed by a loud explosion.
Countless fragments of silver light erupted from where the bullet struck, forming a flashing and violent hurricane that relentlessly sliced through every inch of flesh on the writhing ball of flesh.
In just two or three seconds, the blood-red, writhing ball of flesh turned into a pile of scarlet, tiny pieces of flesh. They were still writhing; they hadn't truly died yet.
Cyril frowned, reloaded the bullet, and fired again.
boom! boom! boom!
The holy silver bullet pierced between the piled-up pieces of flesh, blooming with a few silvery-white spots, but it still failed to truly kill the flesh, just like a pebble thrown into a lake, at most only creating a few ripples.
He paused, then turned to look at Klein:
"Do you have any ideas?"