Chapter 48 Perfect Replication (Edited)

Klein seized this opportunity to pounce forward, rolling a few times on the ground before standing up and looking at Rosago.

The latter, who couldn't be easily pulled into a dream by a Nightmare, was currently engaged in a confrontation with Leonard. Klein could see Leonard's movements suddenly slow down considerably.

Apparently, while Leonard was attempting to pull Rosago into a dream, the latter was also trying to manipulate the poet. However, for some unknown reason, Leonard, who should have been at a disadvantage, was barely holding his own against Rosago.

This made Klein breathe a little easier. Just as he was about to continue using the Creeping Hunger in the battle, he suddenly saw Lynn in the distance pull out a large pile of scrolls from his pocket, estimating there were about a dozen of them.

Lynn shouted at this moment, "Cover your ears."

Klein was actually confused at this moment, but his instincts still made him raise his hands to cover his ears.

The next moment, the dozen scrolls released their power simultaneously, skills belonging to the Spectator pathway like "Dragon Might," "Frenzy," and "Piercing" bombarded Rosago. Even though the others in the living room weren't the primary targets, they couldn't avoid feeling uncomfortable.

Damn!

Klein almost uncontrollably crouched down, his head buzzing.

Fortunately, having faced the Eternal Blazing Sun and possessing the blessings of the Sefirot, his spirit body was more resilient than most. After a brief discomfort, he was the first to recover.

He saw Rosago, the primary target, writhing in agony on the ground. As a Sequence 5, Rosago's spirit body could probably handle one or two attacks from a Psychiatrist. But taking on a dozen at once was clearly beyond his capacity.

Klein walked over to Rosago without any hesitation, raised his revolver, aimed at Rosago's head, and fired several shots.

For someone who had come to kill him, Klein had no sympathy or mercy.

Not far away, Lynn, who was in pain but otherwise unaffected, watched this scene with satisfaction.

Although it differed from the original, it was still a perfect replication!

Klein the Fool, get √

Spectator Pathway Ability: "God," get √

And with the presence of Leonard, the symbol of the Demon Wolf, and his sage self.

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Thinking this, Lynn closed his eyes and pretended to faint from spiritual exhaustion, actually switching his main consciousness to his smurf account in the Second Epoch.

At this moment, Lynn was standing on a cliff, overlooking the city below. He could see magical wolves and blood clans fighting everywhere, golden and red flames flickering among the buildings, the ground stained with blood.

In the distance, Lynn could hear howls of sorrow, ferocity, and madness.

"Lynn, Medici, protect yourselves. Don't approach the main battlefield lightly before the divine war ends. Remember, your task is to save people, not to contribute to the divine war just yet."

Sasrir's voice echoed in his ears, making Lynn turn to glance at his cheap guardian. Unlike his usual gentle and mysterious demeanor, Sasrir now exuded a sense of danger, as if one might fall into an abyss just by approaching him.

However, his eyes looking at Lynn and Medici remained as gentle as ever.

"Tch..." Medici turned his head with a dissatisfied expression but didn't retort.

After all, Medici was well aware that as a Sequence 2 mythical creature child, he was just a weakling on the ancient god battlefield. Whether it was the Annihilation Demonic Wolf, Flegrea, or anyone else, they could easily kill him.

"Don't worry, Sasrir. I won't do anything so reckless. But when it's almost over, can I at least take a look from a distance?" Lynn said, rubbing his hands like a fly.

Witnessing the iconic scene of the Evernight Goddess backstabbing the Annihilation Demonic Wolf was something he couldn't miss.

"...Alright." Sasrir thought for a few seconds before nodding reluctantly. Then he looked in a certain direction, seemingly waiting for something.

About half a minute later, Sasrir seemed to see something and said, "It's time, let's go!"

As his voice fell, Sasrir vanished like a shadow, leaving no trace behind.

Lynn wasn't surprised. He merely glanced at Medici and asked, "Together?"

"What, our Sage has become so weak that he needs assistance from a Weather Warlock?" Medici said sarcastically, full of hunter spirit.

"Not exactly. I'm just worried you might get killed if you go alone," Lynn replied with a smile. "After all, there are plenty of Sequence 2's among the Demonic Wolves."

This wasn't a lie. Lynn was genuinely concerned about Medici's safety. Little Red was too reckless, and Lynn couldn't help but worry that he might provoke a bunch of Sequence 2's if he roamed the Land of the Demonic Wolf alone.

He cared about his dumb brother.

"Hmph..." Medici sneered but didn't argue. Then he transformed into a flame and disappeared.

Lynn chuckled and followed, disappearing from the cliff.

...

Blood and fire, war and madness, were the main themes of the Land of the Demonic Wolf during this period.

For the humans living in the Land of the Demonic Wolf, however, this was almost a constant. Peace was rarer, and they were used to war and madness.

Sometimes, when the Demonic Wolves were at war, it even brought some relief to these humans because the wolves were focused on external battles and had less time to torment them.

But this war seemed different. As people huddled in cramped caves out of habit, they could hear distant screams and howls of madness.

"Awooo—"

"Boom—"

"Mom, I'm scared..."

A girl who looked only four or five years old huddled in her mother's arms. The mother tightly covered the girl's ears, but she couldn't completely block out the painful and mad sounds.

The mother could only hold her child tightly and whisper in her ear, "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon. It's okay, Mom will keep you safe."

She began to sing a lullaby, the tune fragmented and the lyrics incomplete. It couldn't be helped, as even this mother had never heard a full lullaby. She tried her best to comfort her child, just as her mother had once done for her.

(End of Chapter)