Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 553 The Law of No Harm When There's Smoke
The sword of twilight slammed down, and Bai E was forced back several steps by the impact.

The tall patriarch straightened up and scanned the people around him with little emotion.

Medici voluntarily lowered the banner, Hermes appeared calm and composed, and Bonova, seeing that the situation was almost resolved, closed her eyes and prayed again. Stuffer, though being chased and attacked, couldn't possibly kill an angel completely, and Urelius remained completely dazed throughout.

The only one still harboring any fighting spirit, Zaratu, who came to ask for cooperation a couple of days ago, is now just a lonely head, unable to do anything under the suppression of the higher-ranking members of the same path.

Larryon's expression was calm and indifferent, but he finally fixed his gaze on Medici.

“It looks like we’ve lost,” Larion asked in a low voice. “Do you have any way to help us escape?”

The two whispered secret plots.

“Without him, I’m 90% sure I can get you out of here,” Medici said, pointing to Klein behind him with his thumb. “But with half of Sequence Zero around, the probability of me getting you out of here is less than 10%.”

When Klein heard them talking about him, he politely removed his hat and bowed slightly.

"You two take your time talking, don't worry about me," Klein said with a smile. "I have plenty of time."

"Thank you." Medici waved without turning around.

But Larion plunged his greatsword into the ground.

“But I don’t want to run away,” He said. “I am the last ‘Glory One,’ the last angel of the Church of the God of War.”

The moment He saw Klein in Sequence Zero, He knew He had no chance of winning.

The ancient sun god and Amon may not be interested in the Holy Grail, but it is a fact that Klein made a move on it some time ago.

Faced with a battle they are destined to lose, different people will make different choices.

Some people will choose to run away, some will choose to surrender, and some will choose to try something underhanded.

For example, three companies.

But the "Glory Ones" will not, especially the Grand Patriarch of the Church of War.

As he spoke, golden lightning appeared around him.

That was the "twilight" compressed to its extreme, condensed into lines, and rubbed together to create tiny electric arcs in the air.

"Dude, are you some kind of shonen manga protagonist who's going to unleash your full power? Let me make it clear, even if you do, I won't let you win."

Klein pulled out a cup of sweet iced tea from somewhere, attached one end of the straw directly to his mouth, and drank it without the mask obstructing his view.

Although he has now lost the extraordinary abilities of Sequence One "Mysterious Servant", it doesn't matter. He can mobilize the Source Castle to briefly simulate a similar effect.

Xing elbowed Bai E from a short distance away: "You also unleash your power, transform into Kauslana and slash Him."

"There's probably no need for that," Bai E shook his head.

No sooner had Bai Er finished speaking than Larion kicked the greatsword beside him.

This kick shattered the heavy sword, which was formed from the heavy twilight.

The compressed, linear twilight instantly spread outwards, transforming into crackling golden "lightning" that rapidly exploded outwards. Bai E swiftly reached out, grabbed Xing's arm, spread his wings, and vanished in a golden beam of light.

This is the extraordinary ability of a Sequence Two Light Chaser.

The moment Bai E and Xing withdrew, the floor they had been standing on began to decay, as if it had aged thousands of years in an instant.

Larion's nearly three-meter height rapidly expanded at this moment. His bulging muscles first tore the black robe with white trim he was wearing to shreds, and then the clothes aged rapidly in the "twilight lightning" and turned into dust.

The old man with a white beard and wearing a square hat suddenly looked down at Klein.

By this time, His form had expanded to a height of nearly a hundred meters amidst those streaks of "twilight lightning," and the shorter houses in Utopia couldn't even reach His knees.

He has long arms and legs, and his pale blue eyes converge into one. His feet are on the earth, and the twilight hangs over his head.

The light of dusk appeared in the sky, directly inside the velvet curtain, not far from His head.

That aura of looking down on everything instantly pressed down on everyone present, and even Klein, who had now reached Sequence Zero, couldn't help but feel the pressure.

"what!"

He crouched down and roared, causing the ground and houses in the surrounding streets to explode.

Dense "twilight lightning" swept across the entire city of Utopia.

Where these lightning bolts struck, the puppets died instantly, and the fire crows quickly dissipated. The imagined Bonova Gustav shattered in an instant, and Hermes swiftly entered the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, but cracks still appeared on the surface of his dragon-scaled body, like withered tree roots.

Klein had already pulled out a second "velvet curtain" from the fog of history, waving it forward like a cape to shield himself from the characteristics of this first-order "mysterious servant".

Klein felt as if they had been drawn into a "battle of glory," and he could hardly even enter the mists of history. Even the connection between him and the puppet had become stiff, like silk that hadn't been moved for thousands of years; no matter how supple it was before, it would become rigid and fragile.

While it's not entirely impossible to find a way to withdraw from this "duel," Larion has already accomplished something to be proud of.

Just as the "black velvet curtain" obscured Klein's vision, Larion raised his hand with a speed completely disproportionate to his size, grabbed the twilight above his head, and pulled it down.

As dusk settled, the sky loomed down, crashing heavily onto the curtain in front of Klein.

He used the entire sky as his weapon.

boom!
The dim yellow "lightning" collided and spread with the gray-white mist, completely obscuring Klein's figure.

"Oh ho, it's the 'no harm from smoke' law." Xing, who had already left to the edge of the battlefield, explained the "no harm from smoke" law to the honest Bai E.

"In the course of battle, if a large amount of smoke obscures an individual, there is a high probability that there will be no casualties."

However, as a soldier who frequently went to the battlefield, Bai Er expressed a very clear incomprehension of this law.

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