He is very fortunate that he has not let down his vigilance, and has always maintained a state of being ready to fight at any time.

You can only hurt yourself and others! Klein gathered his strength and struggled to speak.

His vocal cords seemed to be rotting, and his throat was so hard to move.

Hoarsely, he recited the ancient Hermetic word: "Filth!"

As the voice reverberated, Klein felt a corrosive pain in his left palm, and he heard illusory ravings in his ears that made people crazy.

This is a state he is familiar with and has not affected his next attempts.

That attempt is to pour most of the spirituality into the "Foul Words" spell, which does not require the cooperation of physical movements.

Three seconds later, the voice of the "True Creator" will descend on the material world and penetrate into the ear of the creature closest to Him!

"3!"

The prelude-like, noisy, illusory, and evil raving spread instantly. Klein's scalp was numb, his mind was buzzing, and he felt his blood vessels beating constantly, making it difficult to concentrate.

Rosago, who was only a coffee table away from him, suddenly lost his expression, his face bulged and swelled, and the figure of the woman in his eyes suddenly became clear.

"2!"

The pale woman in the black court dress behind him sped up her movements, but immediately frowned, revealing a painful expression.

At this moment, Klein felt the weakening of the influence as he wished, regained his smooth thoughts, and found that his joints were filled with "lubricating oil" again!

Having experienced the test of babbling, he endured madness and pain, and threw the "Foul Words" spell in his left palm to the opposite Rosago.

"1!"

The iron-black charm with many symbols and strange patterns melted. Rosago just recovered his state and tried to pounce to the side when he saw the thick darkness and heard a sound containing a lot of knowledge and extreme Crazy raving.

No human being can describe this sound specifically, and all the blood vessels in Rosago's head bulged, as if they were about to explode.

He rolled and fell to the ground, twisting and struggling, his skin split inch by inch, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

At the same time, Klein, who didn't directly hear the voice of the "True Creator", and the lady with pale golden hair and blue eyes also fell down unbearably, each screaming in pain, as if being inserted with an iron rod up the temple.

Their eyes were suddenly bloodshot, and bright red liquid was left at the end of their noses. They could neither see nor feel the outside world.

Klein, who was similarly experienced, was the first to recover. He staggered and struggled to stand up. He saw Rosago tore the clothes on his body, took off his skin, and exposed all his flesh and veins.

He was like the flayed red monster in the legend, rolling and humming in pain, as if he was about to lose control.

Klein didn't wait for the result, because he couldn't bear the possibility that the other party would gain benefits and become a devout follower of the "True Creator".

He believed that the evil god must also be full of anger towards him.

Pulling out the revolver and adjusting the trigger, Klein took two steps forward, walked around the coffee table, and put the muzzle of the gun on Rosago's head.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Wearing a black double-breasted frock coat, he stared at the enemy and fired five shots in a row, watching the opponent's head swell and fall back, watching the opponent's head explode, and red, white, and black were scattered all over the ground.

Captain, thank you for your previous demonstration... Klein lowered his revolver, panted heavily, and smiled.

In front of him, Rosago's headless body swayed and fell back beside the sofa. JrNovels.com