Chapter: 751
At the same time Bishop Utravski jumped up with his back, bent his knees and folded his legs.
Snapped!
Accompanied by the sound of snapping fingers was the same matchbox, a loud bang, an air bomb that accurately opened the back of Bishop Utravsky's unprotected head, a deadly thing that had been prepared for a long time!
The skull cracked, blood and white spots splashed out, Utravsky turned his head with difficulty, and said blankly: "You..."
With a thud, the matchbox fell on the pitted ground made by the "Storm of Light", but it was still not ignited.
Klein smiled and said, "I never said that snapping your fingers can only be used to manipulate flames, not to launch air bombs."
"look."
Crack, crack, crack!
He snapped his fingers, letting the air bullets hit Utravsky's head one after another, shattering his helmet and breaking his head.
thump!
Utravsky lost his breath and fell heavily to the ground, causing the church hall to shake slightly.
Snapped!
Klein turned around and snapped his fingers again.
The box of matches on the ground exploded immediately, turning into red flames, and buried Utravsky's huge corpse.
Klein didn't feel the existence of the strange candle, and directly relied on his sobriety and reason to forcefully walk out of the bottom of his mind.
Behind him, the body was wrapped in red, the flames were burning, and the world disintegrated inch by inch.
A certain illusory feeling passed away, and Klein saw the strange candle in his hand again, and saw its pitch-black candlestick and pale flame.
The ground that was smashed by the Dawn Knight just now, the damaged chairs and the severed candles have returned to the state before the battle, and no damage can be seen.
Bishop Utravsky, who was originally standing on the opposite side, sat down on the chair in the first row at some point, bent forward, buried his head, and tightly covered his temples with both hands.
tick!
tick!
Sweat slid from his face and spread around his feet, where the ground was already wet.
Feeling that the strange candle had been snuffed out by Klein, Utravsky shivered suddenly, and raised his head under the gaze of the other party.
His slightly cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and weeping marks were criss-crossed on his wrinkled face.
But his eyes are sentimental, joyful, and clarifying.
If this "giant" bishop looked tall and heavy before, now he only has the weight of his body, not the weight of his spirit.
At this moment, Klein seemed to see a newborn baby.
Those tears are proof of new life.
The corner of Father Utravsky's mouth curled up a little bit, and he smiled kindly: "You are much better than I expected."
"No, it's just because I had enough understanding in advance and made corresponding preparations. In the past, you not only didn't know what your opponent was good at, but you were also weakened a lot. If you fight like this with you in the real world , I should be thinking about how to escape." Klein replied frankly. JrNovels.com
Snapped!
Accompanied by the sound of snapping fingers was the same matchbox, a loud bang, an air bomb that accurately opened the back of Bishop Utravsky's unprotected head, a deadly thing that had been prepared for a long time!
The skull cracked, blood and white spots splashed out, Utravsky turned his head with difficulty, and said blankly: "You..."
With a thud, the matchbox fell on the pitted ground made by the "Storm of Light", but it was still not ignited.
Klein smiled and said, "I never said that snapping your fingers can only be used to manipulate flames, not to launch air bombs."
"look."
Crack, crack, crack!
He snapped his fingers, letting the air bullets hit Utravsky's head one after another, shattering his helmet and breaking his head.
thump!
Utravsky lost his breath and fell heavily to the ground, causing the church hall to shake slightly.
Snapped!
Klein turned around and snapped his fingers again.
The box of matches on the ground exploded immediately, turning into red flames, and buried Utravsky's huge corpse.
Klein didn't feel the existence of the strange candle, and directly relied on his sobriety and reason to forcefully walk out of the bottom of his mind.
Behind him, the body was wrapped in red, the flames were burning, and the world disintegrated inch by inch.
A certain illusory feeling passed away, and Klein saw the strange candle in his hand again, and saw its pitch-black candlestick and pale flame.
The ground that was smashed by the Dawn Knight just now, the damaged chairs and the severed candles have returned to the state before the battle, and no damage can be seen.
Bishop Utravsky, who was originally standing on the opposite side, sat down on the chair in the first row at some point, bent forward, buried his head, and tightly covered his temples with both hands.
tick!
tick!
Sweat slid from his face and spread around his feet, where the ground was already wet.
Feeling that the strange candle had been snuffed out by Klein, Utravsky shivered suddenly, and raised his head under the gaze of the other party.
His slightly cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and weeping marks were criss-crossed on his wrinkled face.
But his eyes are sentimental, joyful, and clarifying.
If this "giant" bishop looked tall and heavy before, now he only has the weight of his body, not the weight of his spirit.
At this moment, Klein seemed to see a newborn baby.
Those tears are proof of new life.
The corner of Father Utravsky's mouth curled up a little bit, and he smiled kindly: "You are much better than I expected."
"No, it's just because I had enough understanding in advance and made corresponding preparations. In the past, you not only didn't know what your opponent was good at, but you were also weakened a lot. If you fight like this with you in the real world , I should be thinking about how to escape." Klein replied frankly. JrNovels.com
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