Chapter: 1985
plague!
The plague of "Witch of Despair" Panatia has spread!
In Klein's eyes, this bright girl in a pure white robe had already floated in the air at some point, walking towards him step by step.
Under Panatia's feet are spider webs made of countless transparent thin threads, which are connected to the surrounding houses and trees, covering half of the street.
In the eyes of this demigod-level witch, the strong sense of hunger has receded, and there is no obvious blood redness anymore. She looks at Gehrman Sparrow with a bit of madness and joking, as if she wants to make the other party lose little by little. The ability to resist, to experience the deepest, deepest and most painful despair.
Klein held back his cough and snapped his fingers again, causing a tree near the steeple church to burst into red flames.
His figure was immediately covered by the flames, quickly faded, and flashed onto the tree, flashed into the gorgeous and gorgeous "fireworks" that swayed and swayed.
Immediately afterwards, Klein leaped to the ground and quickly rolled to the side of the ancient church.
At this moment, his body suddenly felt cold, and he saw that his feet, thighs, and waist had formed a thick layer of ice, and the surrounding hoarfrost deposited, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Gritting his teeth tightly, Klein controlled the panic in his heart. According to the predetermined plan, he stretched out his hands very calmly and pressed them against the wall.
The "squirming hunger" worn on his left palm has become transparent!
Without a sound, Klein passed through the dark and thick wall and entered the interior of the steeple church.
Where he was originally, a group of deep black and deep fireballs slowed down a bit, and could only hit the corner of the wall, rippling like water waves, and burned the nearby frost and weeds clean.
At this time, around the steeple of the ancient church, the flying crows opened their mouths: "Wow!"
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
Panatia stopped in her tracks, looking at the dark church in front of her, showing a little bit of fear.
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Inside the church, Klein, who entered through the wall, was first blinded by the darker environment here than the outside world. Then, during the process of melting the frost, he adapted to the dim light and was able to see the scene ahead clearly.
As far as he could see, one figure after another hung in the air.
It's all human!
Some of them wore black classic robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore puffed skirts, and some wore ragged clothes, like beggars.
Some of them have rough faces, some are handsome and masculine, some have delicate and beautiful features, some are immature and cute, and they are quite young, so there is no similarity at all.
No, they still have something in common. They are all hung from a height like bacon being dried, with their heads drooping and their eyes rolled white, staggering.
Klein's scalp felt a little numb, and he no longer doubted Panatia's and Mr. A's description of the danger here.
He pressed his back against the wall, intending to "open the door" to go out as soon as there was a change, to avoid danger, and when he was discovered by the "Desperate Witch", he would come in through the wall again to avoid the attack, repeating this to ensure safety.
Woo!
A gust of cold wind blew inside the church, and the bodies hanging in the air turned one after another at the same time, facing Klein.
Their collars seem to be attached to ropes, and their heads are still bowed.
Klein almost gasped, and pressed his left palm against the wall. JrNovels.com
The plague of "Witch of Despair" Panatia has spread!
In Klein's eyes, this bright girl in a pure white robe had already floated in the air at some point, walking towards him step by step.
Under Panatia's feet are spider webs made of countless transparent thin threads, which are connected to the surrounding houses and trees, covering half of the street.
In the eyes of this demigod-level witch, the strong sense of hunger has receded, and there is no obvious blood redness anymore. She looks at Gehrman Sparrow with a bit of madness and joking, as if she wants to make the other party lose little by little. The ability to resist, to experience the deepest, deepest and most painful despair.
Klein held back his cough and snapped his fingers again, causing a tree near the steeple church to burst into red flames.
His figure was immediately covered by the flames, quickly faded, and flashed onto the tree, flashed into the gorgeous and gorgeous "fireworks" that swayed and swayed.
Immediately afterwards, Klein leaped to the ground and quickly rolled to the side of the ancient church.
At this moment, his body suddenly felt cold, and he saw that his feet, thighs, and waist had formed a thick layer of ice, and the surrounding hoarfrost deposited, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Gritting his teeth tightly, Klein controlled the panic in his heart. According to the predetermined plan, he stretched out his hands very calmly and pressed them against the wall.
The "squirming hunger" worn on his left palm has become transparent!
Without a sound, Klein passed through the dark and thick wall and entered the interior of the steeple church.
Where he was originally, a group of deep black and deep fireballs slowed down a bit, and could only hit the corner of the wall, rippling like water waves, and burned the nearby frost and weeds clean.
At this time, around the steeple of the ancient church, the flying crows opened their mouths: "Wow!"
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
Panatia stopped in her tracks, looking at the dark church in front of her, showing a little bit of fear.
����
Inside the church, Klein, who entered through the wall, was first blinded by the darker environment here than the outside world. Then, during the process of melting the frost, he adapted to the dim light and was able to see the scene ahead clearly.
As far as he could see, one figure after another hung in the air.
It's all human!
Some of them wore black classic robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore puffed skirts, and some wore ragged clothes, like beggars.
Some of them have rough faces, some are handsome and masculine, some have delicate and beautiful features, some are immature and cute, and they are quite young, so there is no similarity at all.
No, they still have something in common. They are all hung from a height like bacon being dried, with their heads drooping and their eyes rolled white, staggering.
Klein's scalp felt a little numb, and he no longer doubted Panatia's and Mr. A's description of the danger here.
He pressed his back against the wall, intending to "open the door" to go out as soon as there was a change, to avoid danger, and when he was discovered by the "Desperate Witch", he would come in through the wall again to avoid the attack, repeating this to ensure safety.
Woo!
A gust of cold wind blew inside the church, and the bodies hanging in the air turned one after another at the same time, facing Klein.
Their collars seem to be attached to ropes, and their heads are still bowed.
Klein almost gasped, and pressed his left palm against the wall. JrNovels.com
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