Mystery: A Spark

“This kind of attire is not suitable for combat.” Maric, dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and tight pants, looked him up and down, then rubbed his suddenly furrowed brow.

It was clear that he had great doubts about Klein's abilities, but Sharon chose to believe the detective, and he believed Sharon.

“My extraordinary abilities are different from yours, and my fighting style is also different. This kind of clothing will not cause any negative effects. In fact, it is quite suitable for me. For example, it has many pockets, which can be used to put different items in different places so as not to grab the wrong thing in a hurry and lose my life due to a ridiculous mistake.”

As Klein was casually introducing his combat attire, he saw a figure in a black court dress slowly emerging from the window.

Miss Sharon looked at Klein and said softly:

"You're explaining too much; it's not natural enough."

"Maybe it's because I'm a little nervous?" Klein chuckled dryly.

Where is your friend?

"He will come later."

"Ah."

Chapter 163 Slamming Down the Warhammer!

The carriage moved slowly along.

The three of them quickly began discussing the various details of the plan in order to better carry out this hunt against the indulgent members of the Rose School.

Since the indulgence faction possesses the Crimson Moon Crown, a powerful weapon that would have a significant negative impact on Sharon and Maritch, the two temperance faction members, they must devise a way to counter it.

Under the red moon, Sharon will become weak, while Marich will have to endure a frenzy of killing and a bloodthirsty desire.

The weakness cannot be resolved in the short term, but Marich's condition can be treated with sedatives.

However, Marich had previously taken many kinds of sedatives, which rendered ordinary sedatives ineffective for him.

But this didn't stump Klein, because at the gathering of the old man "Eye of Wisdom" he met a fat pharmacist whose sedatives could work on Marich.

Even if Marich has developed a resistance to sedatives, he can just drink a few more later and get through this hurdle first.

As for what to do in the future? We'll see.

Before long, the three arrived at their ambush location by carriage, near the abandoned West Bayron shipyard.

Klein got out of the car and began preparing for battle, while also waiting for Arthur to arrive.

Before long, he saw three figures rapidly approaching him in the dim night, where the moonlight was obscured by clouds.

Running at the front was Maric, his slightly messy hair blown completely backward by the wind, and his facial expression was twisted and ferocious.

He was faster than a steam train at its peak, and in a flash, he arrived at the entrance to the open space.

Even so, he still couldn't shake off his pursuers.

The man closest to him was just as pale as him, with a few indistinct black spots on his face, like the marks left after a rotten wound had healed. The malice in his eyes was completely undisguised and unsuppressed, like a living corpse craving fresh flesh and blood more than a human.

The distance between the two sometimes lengthened and sometimes shortened, but always remained within a certain range.

Behind them, a lean yet robust figure was left further and further behind.

"Beep——"

A shrill whistle rang out from Marich's mouth, and undead suddenly emerged from the ground, rushing madly towards the indulgent "undead" behind him. But this was far from enough to stop a true Sequence Six undead who was indulging in his desires.

Therefore, Maric naturally fell into a disadvantageous position.

“You’re still so weak, Marich. This is what happens when you refuse to use the power of desire,” Jason chuckled in a low, hoarse voice.

At this moment, the werewolf Tyr came to his side and whispered:

"Don't rush to deal with Marich. Sharon will come to his rescue. Once Lord Steve arrives, we can wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

He stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips, saying:

"I wonder what Sharon would look like naked..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Jason turn his head, his pale, bloodless face contorted with a grim expression, and two identical figures vaguely appearing in his eyes:

A black court dress, pale golden hair, a delicate face, and bloodless skin.

Under Sharon's possession and control, Jason reached out and grabbed the werewolf Tyr by the neck. The immense force made Tyr's neck almost unable to support itself, and it creaked loudly.

Tyr took a deep breath, causing his neck to swell and grow stiff black hairs, which briefly resisted the force that was about to snap his cervical spine.

Just as his eyes began to roll back and he was about to suffocate, his right hand reached precisely and steadily into his pocket, breaking a pre-set spiritual shackle.

In an instant, the open space and the surrounding warehouses suddenly lit up, bathed in the crimson moonlight.

Under the influence of the crimson moon corona, Sharon gradually weakened and collapsed to the side.

"Werewolf" Tyr raised the palm-sized round ornament that shone with a crimson glow, took a couple of breaths, and laughed mockingly:

"Lord Steve is right, you will definitely try to fight back, and Sharon, the person you possessed and controlled must be Jason, who is one sequence higher than me. Therefore, he handed over the 'Crimson Corona' to..."

Before he could finish speaking, a large, eerie green energy blast flew from the shadows of the warehouse not far away and struck the werewolf Tyr.

Following this was a clear shout:

"Electrical energy surges!!!"

With a loud bang, the unsuspecting werewolf Tyr was blasted away, and the Crimson Moon Crown was also knocked out of his hand.

"Oh no!" Jason's eyes flashed with anger, and he was about to leap over and snatch the crimson moon crown back into his hands.

However, at that moment, another eerie green energy blast flew over, striking the area between the Crimson Moon Crown and Jason with perfect accuracy, and then exploded.

"Particle activation!!!"

Propelled by the explosion, the crimson corona was thrown away from Jason.

The next second, a cluster of flames appeared precisely in the path of the crimson moon corona.

A perfect opportunity! Klein, who was hiding in the shadows, had an eye on him. His figure vanished instantly, and then he emerged from the cluster of flames, reaching out to grab the small ornament.

At the same time, a figure dressed in a black tailcoat and a dark red cloak rushed towards the crimson moon crown.

The vengeful spirit Steve has appeared!

But at that moment, a greatsword, shimmering with golden light, appeared right on Steve's path as he attempted to seize the Crimson Moon Crown.

If Steve tries to dodge the greatsword's attack, he won't have time to fight Klein for the Crimson Moon Crown.

If Steve insists on competing with Klein for the Crimson Moon Crown, then this greatsword, radiating the aura of the solar pathway, will inevitably strike Steve.

dilemma!

However, given the immense role the Crimson Corona played in this battle, Steve was unwilling to give it up easily.

So, even at the risk of injury, he wanted to break through the greatsword's defenses and snatch back the Crimson Moon Crown.

However, the moment the greatsword touched Steve's body, he sensed something was wrong.

The solar flames attached to the sword were burning him, causing him immense pain, and were spreading throughout his body.

The sun's flames are still flames, and naturally, they can be controlled by arsonists.

Without a second's hesitation, Steve quickly retreated, choosing to give up the fight for the Crimson Moon Crown, because he felt that if he continued like this, he might not be able to get the Crimson Moon Crown, but he would most likely be seriously injured.

Naturally, Klein easily won the Crimson Moon Crown.

Another flame ignited, right next to Sharon, who had just collapsed from weakness due to the crimson moon crown.

I knew arsonists and magicians were a match made in heaven, no, I should say a perfect pair... Klein raised an eyebrow and, without hesitation, leaped through flames to Sharon's side, handing her the crimson tiara.

Sharon accepted the palm-sized piece of jewelry inlaid with a dark red gemstone, and her unfocused blue eyes instantly regained their sparkle.

Her figure immediately became ethereal, floating up, raising her arms, and using her left hand to remove the black glove she was wearing on her right palm.

Suddenly, endless illusory light burst forth from Sharon's palm.

They absorbed Sharon's spirituality, weaving together in front of this doll-like lady's figure to form a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and filled with indescribable scents.

The door swayed and creaked open, revealing a crack!

From within the crevice, pairs of arms—some pale, some transparent, some covered in teeth, and some bloody and skinless—reached out, crossed the void, and grabbed the "living corpse" Jason!

A dense array of indescribable eyes lurked in the darkness behind the door, silently watching their prey.

Before Jason could react, he was grabbed by those arms, entangled by those slippery, illusory tentacles, and bound by those bluish-black vines that revealed baby faces!

These eerie creatures cried out and screech, desperately dragging the "living corpse" Jason behind the door.

Even though his thoughts were completely dominated by bloodlust and the desire to kill, Jason still instinctively felt fear.

"He!"

His throat suddenly tightened, and layers of frost instantly formed on those scalp-chilling arms. The bluish-black vines that revealed baby faces groaned in pain, and a rotten, murky yellow liquid dripped continuously.

The pulling force slowed down, but it didn't disappear.

Jason kept trying to distract the ghosts, but it was like throwing a stone into the ocean. He also tried using spells from the Death Domain, but they didn't produce much of an effect.

His body moved uncontrollably and resolutely toward the crack of that illusory and mysterious door, occasionally managing to struggle back a little.

Since the Crimson Moon Crown was taken and came into Sharon's hands, the full moon effect it created would naturally no longer have any effect on Sharon.

While suffering under the full moon, Marich took the opportunity to take out the last two tranquilizers, snapped the tubes in half, and drank one and a half in one gulp, along with the glass shards.

The suppressed malice in his eyes lessened, the distortion on his face returned to normal, and his gaze suddenly turned to the "werewolf" Tyr.

Jason, the "living corpse," was already trapped, and it was only a matter of time before he was pulled into that mysterious door.

Sharon had now fully recovered and, with the Crimson Moon Crown in hand, dealing with "Wraith" Steve should be relatively straightforward.

Not to mention the new addition, the detective's friend, who also helped.

Therefore, Marich knew that as long as he kept the "werewolf" Tyre occupied, victory in this battle would surely belong to them.

Without hesitation, he lunged at the werewolf Tyr, while simultaneously directing the undead that had just crawled out of the ground to block Tyr's movements and prevent him from interfering with Sharon's battle.

On the other side, "Wraith" Steve glanced at the scene on the field, blurred without hesitation, and then looked at the young man opposite him.

The next moment, Arthur felt a chill run through his body. His body stiffened rapidly, his eyes became dull, and two identical figures were reflected in his pupils:

A black tuxedo, a dark red cape, slicked-back hair with styling oil, gleaming green eyes, and a pale face in his forties!

This is the power of Sequence 5 "Wraith"!

A bizarre and difficult-to-defend ability!