But when he turned his head and was about to change direction, he found that there was a figure in front of him at some point.

The figure was wearing a classic robe with a hood, his black eyes were hidden in the shadows, and his face was dull and expressionless.

Finkel's pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth immediately, trying to pronounce a word in ancient Hermes, but he was surprised to find that his nose was disappearing, and his voice had disappeared.

His expression suddenly became a little more desperate, and then his whole body was like a smudge in the void, wiped clean by a rag, and there was no trace left.

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Ah Choo! Ah Choo! cough! cough!

Facing Mr. A's imminent fatal attack, Klein was suffering from a disease, he had a headache, and it was difficult for him to manipulate the flames and jump.

At this time, he couldn't even make an air bomb.

Fear of the unknown outcome occupied his mind, and the premonition of danger from the "clown" made him "see" himself suddenly split, disintegrated into the tiniest particles of light, and perhaps there was no chance of resurrection.

In an instant, Klein reached into his pocket and grabbed an item.

This is his pre-considered solution for the most dangerous situation!

No matter how hasty it is, the "magician" is prepared to a certain extent, and will not panic in the battle.

Klein took out the Azik copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew it hard amidst the sounds of sneezing and coughing!

Without any movement in front of him, he saw bones gushing out like a fountain through his spiritual vision, and quickly outlined a huge messenger with black flames burning in his eye sockets.

At this time, the book in front of Mr. A also stopped flipping, and the distant voice stopped abruptly.

A burst of green brilliance gushed out, and the nearly four-meter-high white bone messenger split open, splitting into countless pure light spots.

Behind it, the force that kept Klein spinning in place collapsed first, and the figure in the black double-breasted long dress was immediately enveloped, turning into a statue made of yellow sand, blown away by the wind.

But what dissipated were white spots, like confetti torn to the extreme.

Klein's figure appeared on the other side, half kneeling on the ground, coughing loudly uncontrollably.

If it wasn't for the Bone Messenger who blocked it first, he wouldn't have had time to temporarily suppress the disease and use the paper doll as a substitute!

And after such a toss, his illness became more serious, and he almost lost the ability to resist.

At this moment, Mr. A, who failed in the fatal blow, suddenly coughed, even more violently than Klein.

He crawled down in pain, blood foaming from the corner of his mouth.

Cough cough cough!

He coughed up a pile of broken viscera and squirming flesh, then opened his mouth with difficulty, trying to lick them into his mouth and forcefully eat them back.

what happened? Klein was momentarily confused.

But this did not prevent him from holding back his cough, raised his right hand, and aimed at Mr. A's head with his revolver.

At this moment, he vaguely realized that Mr. A's physical injuries could be healed 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. A should have switched to another Extraordinary ability to slowly heal the wounds of the spirit body, but he was driven by hatred, forcibly suppressed, and chased after him, so after continuously consuming and using extraordinary abilities that exceeded his own load, the situation deteriorated and suddenly exploded .

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