Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 368 Klein's Mythical Creature Form

As Emperor Roselle once said, "There's always something fishy going on when things seem unusual." Klein's sudden appearance, despite clearly having the upper hand, definitely indicates he's up to no good.

Although we don't know what Klein is up to, we should stop him.

Louis Wayne flipped through the pages of the illusory book in his hands, finally settling on the imprisonment of Sequence Five, "The Judge".

Meanwhile, the "Black Knight" and the "Witch King" he summoned were not idle either.

A thick black mist emanated from behind the Witch King, forming a pair of illusory bat wings. Crimson scales gathered, transforming into bats that hovered around him.

He mumbled a word, reached into his chest, pulled out an illusory heart, and held it high above his head.

The heart was still beating, radiating a crimson glow.

The Witch King seemed to be holding a miniature version of the Crimson Moon.

The thumping of a heartbeat echoed in the empty space, causing those who heard it to feel a pang of angina.

Including Louis Wayne.

Clearly, he had no intention of giving special treatment to the Sequence Five behind him.

Louis's release from "imprisonment" was interrupted; blood flowed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and he collapsed to the ground in agony, curled up in a ball.

The Black Knight lunged forward, his greatsword gleaming with a dark light, and slashed down diagonally. It struck Klein, whose form was now slightly distorted and gradually losing its human shape.

Klein neither dodged nor evaded. With a sharp crack, a deep gash appeared on his left shoulder. His wound failed to be "datafied" and seemed to have completely lost its defensive capabilities, as it was directly cleaved open by the dark, straight greatsword.

As a demigod, he certainly wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

This is the "Black Knight's" "Spirit and Flesh Blade," which can not only corrode flesh and blood, obliterate souls, and shatter barriers, but also render the defenses of any creature with corrupted intentions ineffective. It is the Black Knight's most core extraordinary ability, originating from the realm of "corruption."

Seeing the "Blade of Spirit and Flesh" cleave through Klein's left shoulder, the crack rapidly deepening and heading straight for his heart.

The Black Knight, on the contrary, felt uneasy.

Klein was clearly in the lead just a moment ago, how could he suddenly become so vulnerable?

Was it suspended? Or was it reported?

His spirituality suddenly received a warning, instantly transforming into a pool of black liquid, or perhaps a collection of countless desires, becoming no longer a physical entity. At the same time, a dawn-like light appeared around him, condensing into a tangible shield.

He also herded an "Apostle of Desire" and a "Guardian".

The instant the Black Knight reacted, Klein's mask suddenly cracked open, along with his face beneath it.

First, it split into two faces, which turned to the left and right, revealing a third face underneath.

Then, a fourth face appeared on the back of Klein's head, which was difficult for the Black Knight to see.

One of the four faces was still facing the Black Knight, and its features were basically the same as those of the "German Sparrow" we saw before, but it was very calm and normal.

The remaining three faces look quite bizarre. The face on the back of the head looks more like a doll; it has no eyes, and its mouth is grinning upwards with a mocking expression. If Leonard were here, he might recognize that this half-eyeless face resembles "Klein Moretti."

The left side of his face is obscured; the clown mask appears to have been welded on, blending seamlessly with the flesh and blood, and he is smiling broadly.

The face on the right has a kind and gentle expression, exuding the approachable charm of a mature man. It's the face of Dawn Dantès.

Klein slowly raised his hands, held his chin, and with a little force, removed the four-faced head from his neck as if taking off a hat.

He held his head in his hands, cradling it against his chest, his neck bare.

His contorted body stabilized at this moment; his lower body had disappeared, replaced by tentacles composed of clusters of translucent worms. Fleshy growths protruded from the surface of these tentacles, forming new smaller tentacles. These smaller tentacles then coalesced into ever-changing vortices composed of countless tiny, worm-like lines.

His upper body was cracked open with fissures, and flesh and blood coalesced into a wide-open grinning mouth, with eyes growing from its tongue. The eyes curved downwards and the corners of the mouth turned upwards, forming a series of twisted smiles. And those smiles were connected together by lines like the stitching of a doll.

Parts of skin peeled off, detaching from the body and floating around the gap, forming a jigsaw puzzle-like pattern. Several colorful ribbons floated around the body, and a few toys suddenly appeared.

A kaleidoscope that keeps changing shape, a monkey doll that throws a ball on its own, a mini band that plays music on its own, a ball that keeps changing color...

These toys came together, forming a ball that floated above his neck, serving as his new "head".

They do not reflect light; instead, they wriggle and flow like living things, devouring the surrounding light and dyeing everything a joyful red.

Joy, happiness...

He... no, perhaps now it can be "He". But "He" prefers to be called "he".

His shadow quietly enveloped the festive curtain, and the air stagnated, carrying a sticky, cloying sweetness, like the smell of rotten honey mixed with rust.

The layer of flesh covering this space trembled slightly. It either slumped down with a dripping sound or writhed erratically.

The Witch King, the Black Knight, and Louis heard plenty of joyful laughter.

The voices seemed to come from four people: one calm, one frantic, one mocking, and one compassionate...

Louis's spirituality was suppressed, and he failed to receive the warning in time. He subconsciously looked up.

This is Klein's mythical creature form!
Snapped!
His eyes suddenly exploded, replaced by two laughing faces within their sockets. An invisible force tore his lips to their limit, emitting a dissonant, ecstatic laugh.

His mouth stretched wider and wider until it tore his entire face apart.

The witch king, who was being herded, also failed to avoid being seen in time. He suddenly became distorted, and smiling faces grew all over his body.

But because it was the spirit of a demigod, it did not collapse directly.

"Shit! Is this guy crazy?!" The Black Knight quickly averted his gaze, avoiding being corrupted by looking directly at the incomplete mythical creature.

But Klein slightly turned the hands that were holding his head, and the face that belonged to "German Sparrow" looked directly at the Sequence Four "Black Knight".

(End of this chapter)