Under the bright afternoon sunlight, the clothes of Klein, which were covered with dust, were quickly adjusted by him. He disengaged the trigger mechanism of the revolver and prepared himself to fire at any moment, aiming to hit the enemy. The yellowish-golden metal of the gun body reflected a flowing glow.
He held the gun with one hand and stretched it forward, keeping a vigilant eye on any possible changes around him.
Meanwhile, he was somewhat worried about Captain Dunn and Mr. Al Hasson, who was wearing a grey open-front coat. They were both "Nightmares", and were more skilled at influencing the enemy secretly. He wasn't sure if a direct confrontation would work.
Just as Klein's thoughts were swirling, Al Hasson voluntarily slowed down his forward movement and his expression became calm and sad.
He opened his mouth and recited a poem that brought peace and made one feel as if they were in the night:
"Whenever the sun sets in the west"
"Shimmering dewdrops adorn the dusk's garment"
"She is pale as the moonlit scene"
"Or like the stars that accompany the moon"
"The moonwort blossoms gracefully and delicately"
"Under the moist night dew"
"Like a hermit avoiding the sunlight" ... (Note 1)
The chanting sound echoed, and Klein almost lost his tense feeling and completely relaxed down.
Fortunately, he had similar experiences before and was not facing El Hassen in that direction, so he quickly settled his spirit and fought against the "poetry" influence in a semi-meditative state.
Huh... He secretly let out a sigh of relief and no longer doubted the combat power of Dunne and El.
Because he had just been promoted recently, he didn't have a particularly deep understanding of the sequence magic potion, and he had forgotten that the "nightmare" of sequence 7 was evolved from sequence 8 "midnight poet", which could completely retain the previous ability and had a small improvement.
And Klein's impression of the "midnight poet" was all from Leonard Mitchell, knowing that this profession also inherited the special ability of "insomniac", good at fighting, shooting, climbing and sensing, and also good at using different styles of poems to cause different effects on the surrounding creatures. In simple terms, it was a violent poet.
In El Hassen's chanting, beside the piled-up large wooden boxes, suddenly there was a ripple of water, revealing a man wearing a black tailcoat and a half-high silk hat.
However, this man's face was painted with red, yellow and white colors, creating a "clown" appearance with the high-upturned corners of the lips, forming an absurd and ridiculous contrast with his formal attire for the banquet.
Tiptoeing! The black-haired Lorrata, introduced as a sniper, rushed quickly, holding a gun in one hand and a fist in the other, and moved a few steps closer to the black-tailedcoat clown.
The black-tailedcoat clown seemed to be influenced by El Hassen's poem, slightly swaying his body, with a calm and peaceful gaze, showing no desire to resist.
Pam! The black-haired lady Lorrata crossed her arms at an athletic pace, raised her arm and punched the face of the black-tailedcoat clown.
Bang!
The air exploded, and the black-tailedcoat clown suddenly shattered like a mirror, falling apart in pieces and evaporating quickly, disappearing without a trace.
Just at this moment, in the dark corner of the wooden box pile a few steps away, the figure of the black-tailedcoat clown was quickly outlined again.
The guy who was affected just now was actually just an illusion! Just a performance!
The black-tailedcoat clown, as always, opened his mouth wide, with a funny smile. He placed one hand on the half-high hat and raised it, striking a sharp finger.
Pong!
His sharp finger made the sound of gunshots, and Lorrata rushed left in advance, rolling continuously, avoiding.
But nothing happened, except for the virtual gunshots.
Pong! Pong! Pong!
Dunne and El each raised their guns, making steady shots, while the black-tailedcoat clown moved left and right, rolled back and forth, with a very agile figure, as if performing acrobatics.
Suddenly, the black-haired lady Lorrata rushed over from somewhere again, and she was called the sniper. She still twisted her waist and swung her arm to strike the enemy.
Bang!
The black-tailedcoat clown couldn't dodge in time, raised his left arm, blocking the punch.
Seeing him pause, Dunne and El didn't hesitate at all and each aimed and pulled the trigger.
At this moment, the position where the black-tailedcoat clown was holding Lorrata's arm suddenly burst into orange flames.
But in an instant, the flames enveloped the black-tailedcoat clown and spread towards Lorrata.
Pong! Pong! Pong!
Dunne and El's revolvers fired respectively, hitting the flames.
The flames burned rapidly, soon leaving only black dust flying, but the figure of the black-tailedcoat clown appeared again a few steps away, half-hidden behind several stacked wooden boxes.
He raised his right hand and struck a sharp finger again.
Pong!
In the virtual gunshots, Lorrata suddenly stopped moving, without making a strike, there was dirt splashing in front of her, and bullet holes appeared.
This blow of the black-tailedcoat clown was no longer an illusion!
Real and unreal, true and false, it was truly difficult to distinguish.
Pong! Pong! Pong!
The black-tailedcoat clown shot back and forth, shooting at Dunne and El alternately.
Seeing this scene, Lorcata narrowed his eyes and raised the dark-golden long-barreled revolver in his left hand.
Bang!
The tailcoat clown suddenly crouched down and shrank, avoiding the fatal blow. His half-height silk hat flew backward and fell to the dust, with obvious burn marks and bullet holes on it.
Several rolls later, he climbed up the Stacked layer upon layer of wooden boxes with great agility, like a curly-haired baboon, and struck his fingers together, firing air bullets.
Al. Hassen stepped back a few steps, lowered his pistol, and began to chant again:
"Her beauty is only open to the night"
"But the night pays no attention to beauty"
"Her love is completely blind" ... (Note 1)
The tailcoat clown kept jumping between the wooden crates, suddenly raising his hand to scratch his ears, and looking at El with a fixed, comical smile.
He wouldn't have blocked his ears in advance, right? The sequence potion mastered by the Mysterium Order is quite strange... Klein looked far away, and had a certain guess in his mind.
His thought just flashed, then he suddenly saw a figure appear at the top of the side warehouse and run quickly towards the innermost room where Riel Bieber was hiding.
This figure was wearing gray-white dockworker's clothing, and his face seemed to be painted with red, yellow, and white colors.
The tailcoat clown was responsible for distracting the captain and others, and someone else went to retrieve the notes? Klein's thoughts were floating, and subconsciously raised his right hand, shooting a bullet at the figure on the roof.
He had just aimed and given the advance shot, and that figure suddenly crouched down, changing from running to flipping.
Bang!
Klein didn't stop and pulled the trigger. He saw that the figure suddenly stopped, and blood blossoms burst on his body.
The figure looked at this side in astonishment, enduring the pain, and continued to rush towards the innermost warehouse.
Casual shooting technique... Klein's mouth twitched, and he pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet hit the wooden roof beside the figure.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Leonard and Borgia also fired their guns separately, but none of them hit the figure.
Klein wanted to tease them about their gun skills being worse than his, but the finger that pulled the trigger suddenly stopped there.
Right! Why stop him?
I just divined that the warehouse was extremely dangerous inside! Let this guy explore the way, step on a trap, wouldn't that be better?
Leonard and that Mr. Borgia were probably also for the same purpose...
In the blink of an idea, Klein raised the gun barrel and shot at the bird on the roof.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the few gunshots, that figure came to the roof of the innermost warehouse without any hindrance.
He suddenly pounced, elbowing, and together with the broken roof, fell inside.
With this sound, the black-haired lady, Lorcata, suddenly turned her eyes dark, and made a strange downward movement with her left hand.
The tailcoat clown's rolling and jumping movements immediately froze, and his ankle seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
But Dunn didn't shoot immediately. Instead, he lowered his revolver.
He opened his mouth, without moving his Adam's apple, and purely used his own spiritual resonance to the surrounding air, and a faint, elusive, and strange sound followed:
"Her flowers bloom until the dawn of the day"
"But when the white day opens its eyes"
"Shaken by the gaze, there is nowhere to hide"
"She withers and falls in a daze" ... (Note 1)
The struggling movements of the tailcoat clown suddenly became weak, as if he had lost his desire to survive.
Al Hassen raised his pistol and aimed at the enemy, his finger about to press the trigger.
In this fleeting moment of light and shadow, an extremely agonizing scream came from the innermost warehouse:
"Ah!"
That scream contained an extremely intense fear, as if something unimaginably terrifying had occurred.
When Klein was shuddering with fear, the scream abruptly stopped, and the innermost warehouse returned to silence, a spine-chilling silence.
Bang!
Al was somewhat affected, and the bullet only hit the clown in the stomach.
Huh, huh. Huh! The silence of the innermost warehouse was broken again, and a sudden, very light gasp sound broke out abruptly. It grew louder and larger, triggering everyone's nerves.
Thump, thump, thump! Thump, thump, thump!
The "2-049" inside the black iron box suddenly became violent and insane to the extreme.