Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 367 The Ether Ghost
The floor disappeared, the walls disappeared.

Klein and the two people in front of him stood on a transparent ground, surrounded by white lines that shimmered with a faint white light. Neatly divided cubes stretched into the distance in all directions, seemingly without end. Above and below them, similar cubes extended to infinity, reaching infinite heights and depths.

It appeared both spacious and cramped.

In just a few seconds, Klein's spirituality was almost completely exhausted.

But he calmly took out a fist-sized, translucent blue water droplet, held it above his head, and crushed it with his bare hands.

This was a reward he received in a simulated universe, and Klein has kept it until now because of its special effects.

[Blue Secret Dettol]
Snapped!
Klein's spirituality immediately returned to its peak and did not deplete for the next three minutes.

Klein, behind the mask, uttered a slightly amused voice:

"I'll take care of you in three minutes."

As the surrounding shadows disappeared, eyeballs fell to the invisible ground and quickly evaporated.

The cage that had trapped Klein collapsed to the ground as if it had lost its support, turning back into a writhing black liquid.

The black liquid spread rapidly, turning into a thin blanket of flowing flesh and blood, covering an area of ​​over a hundred meters beneath Klein and the Aurora Society.

But the released spirit was not affected by the disappearance of the shadow; it was originally just a soul that the demigod was tending, not something that existed based on the shadow.

This is the soul of a Sequence Four "Witch King".

It reached out and dug out one of its own illusory, bright red eyes.

The eyes shimmered with a clear, crimson light, instantly illuminating the space, the crimson moonlight flowing and spreading into the infinite distance.

It was as if the red moon had descended upon this place.

Its pupils reflected the image of Klein wearing a top hat, a mask, and a tuxedo.

Immediately afterwards, Ling clenched her hand holding her own eyeball, causing the crimson "moon" to be completely swallowed up by Klein's reflection in her eye.

A deep, solidified crimson glow then enveloped Klein, freezing the scene in time.

The twisted spirit opened its arms, as if to embrace the red moon.

The crimson surrounding Klein instantly transformed into illusory yet solid black chains, binding him firmly to the spot.

The darkness beneath Klein's feet suddenly came to life, grabbing his ankle and engulfing him like a flowing stream, binding him tightly.

Louis seized the opportunity, and a thick book materialized in his hand, radiating a deep blue, tranquil light.

"Those starlight, deep blue, trembled in the distance. The evening breeze spun and sang in the sky."

He used the extraordinary abilities of the Midnight Poet, and a tranquil drowsiness rose from the depths of Klein's heart.

But Klein was completely unaffected by his slumber; bursts of laughter echoed in his mind, shattering the tranquility of the night.

My body suddenly turned into a paper doll, and those controls were about to fail.

"Stunt doubles are prohibited here!" Louis's book had already been turned to another page.

Klein's form transformed back from a paper doll into a physical body.

At the same time, the shadowy figures of saints and the flesh and blood surged and gathered together like madmen, transforming into a knight beside Klein who was covered in black full-body armor, wielding a heavy greatsword, and exuding an extremely oppressive aura.

Two deep red lights flickered faintly through the gaps in the "Black Knight" mask, as if they came from a distant myth.

He swung his hand sharply, unleashing his long, wide, and deep black greatsword, aiming for Klein's neck.

A pair of purple quantum wings unfurled from Klein's back, instantly breaking free from the crimson restraints.

The greatsword slashed across Klein's neck, and his head flew off, but not a drop of blood spurted out. His head transformed into numbers of 0s and 1s, which then scattered and became a stream of data.

Klein slammed his hands together below his neck, and the tables, chairs, and walls that had been converted into binary data reassembled into individual "Kleins," including the "Candy Knight" Klein wearing candy armor.

Some of the Candy Knights Klein wielded the greatsword "Heavenly Fire Judgment," some carried the spear "Black Abyss White Flower," some carried the cross "Judas' Oath," and some held the sniper rifle "Seven Thunders of Purification."

Klein's physical body, starting from his neck, completely transformed into data and merged into this space.

This is the ethereal ghost, an invisible substance that is omnipresent.

boom!
Gunshots were fired.

The bullet, flashing with purple lightning, flew straight toward the "Black Knight's" head.

The "Black Knight" had just raised his sword to block when the greatsword in his hand flickered twice and then vanished as data, failing to provide any real protection.

The bullet struck straight into his head, instantly shattering the shadowy structure that formed his skull.

The spirit of the Witch King was then pinned to the ground by a Candy Knight wielding the "Oath of Judah" and another Candy Knight wielding the "Star of Eden."

It's reasonable that vampires are afraid of crosses.

At the same time, inside the Cathedral of the Holy Wind, the newly appointed Archbishop of Backlund, "High Priest of the Deep Blue" Radar Valentine, suddenly flew out of the room and floated into the sky.

He looked towards Klein not far away and charged forward with a gust of wind.

…………

And inside that sealed-off room.

A series of happy laughs echoed through the room.

They came from all directions, echoing in the ears of Louis and the Aurora Saint, gradually making them restless.

Louis tried to enact laws prohibiting invisibility and etherealization, but none of them could make Klein appear from that invisible and intangible state, and the constantly appearing Candy Knights were simply impossible to kill.

Time passed little by little.

One minute, two minutes...

Two minutes later, the Candy Knights suddenly stopped as if they had frozen, and transformed back into a data stream, forming Klein.

He held his mask with one hand, a smirk playing on his lips, and let out bursts of laughter, as if he were walking on the edge of losing control.

"Hehehe, hahaha..."

The saint of the Aurora Society noticed that something was wrong with his condition and was immediately delighted.

He raised his right hand to Klein and gave him a perfunctory shake.

Klein shuddered, the shadows in his heart stirred within him.

A sword appeared in the saint's hand, and he swung it through the air.

This is the most troublesome extraordinary ability of the "Black Knight" in Sequence 4 of the Shepherd's Path, which can cause a person to fall into a second personality.

But Klein didn't react at all, he just glanced at him and laughed even louder.

His body suddenly changed, and he no longer resembled a "human".

The focus of one's destiny lies in self rather than role-playing; aside from harmony and nihilism, there is basically no concept of "losing oneself."

And this explains...

As long as he has enough spirituality, he can use the "mythical creature form" without restraint!
(End of this chapter)