Under the bright afternoon sun, Crane, whose clothes were stained with dust, quickly adjusted the firing position of the revolver, pulled the corresponding mechanism, and put himself into a state where he could shoot and hit the enemy at any time, so that the brass-colored metal of the gun reflected a flowing glow.

He held the gun in one hand and stretched it out, alert for possible changes around him.

At the same time, he was a little worried about Captain Dunn and Mr. Al Hazen, who was wearing a gray trench coat, because they were both "nightmares" and were better at secretly influencing the enemy, and he didn't know if he would be able to fight head-to-head.

At the moment when Crane's mind turned, Al Hasson took the initiative to slow down his forward pace, and his expression became quiet and sad.

With his mouth open, he recited a poem that calmed people and made them feel as if they were in the night:

"Whenever the sun sinks in the west"

"Dew adorns the skirt of the twilight"

"She is as pale as the moon"

"Or like the stars that accompany the moon"

"Evening primrose moistened by night dew"

"Blooming an elegant and delicate flower"

"Avoid the sun like a hermit"

...... (Note 1)

The chanting echoed, and Crane almost lost his tense feeling and completely relaxed.

Fortunately, he had already had a similar experience, and he was not in the direction that Al Hazen was facing, so he quickly settled down and used a semi-meditative state to resist the influence of "poetry".

Call...... He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer doubting Dunn and Al's frontal combat prowess.

Because he has only been promoted for a long time, he doesn't know much about sequence potions, and he just forgot that the "Nightmare" of sequence 7 was advanced by sequence 8 "Midnight Poet", and he can completely retain his previous abilities, and there is a slight improvement.

And Klein's impression of the "Midnight Poet" comes from Leonard Mitchell, who knows that this profession also inherits the special characteristics of the "sleepless", good at fighting, shooting, climbing and sensing, and is also good at using different styles of poetry to have different effects on the creatures around him, in short, he is a violent poet.

As Al Hasson chanted, a man in a black tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat appeared next to the stacks of large wooden boxes.

However, the man's face was painted with red, yellow and white oil paint, painting the appearance of a "clown" with the corners of his mouth upturned on both sides, which formed an absurd contrast with the formal dress of his own dinner.

The black-haired Lorota, who was introduced as a sharpshooter, sprinted quickly, with a pistol in one hand and a fist in the other, and approached the tuxedo clown in a few steps.

The tuxedo clown seems to have been influenced by Al Hasen's poems, his body is slightly shaky, his eyes are calm and peaceful, and he has no desire to resist at all.

The black-haired lady Lorota straddled with a boxing stride and threw her fist at the tuxedo clown's face.

Bang!

The air exploded, and the tuxedo clown suddenly shattered like a mirror, piece by piece, quickly evaporated, and disappeared.

At this moment, in the dark position of the wooden box pile a few steps away, the figure of the tuxedo clown was quickly outlined and represented.

The guy who was affected just now turned out to be just a phantom!

The tuxedo clown, as always, grinned and funny, pressed his top hat with one hand, raised it with the other, and snapped his fingers violently.

Table tennis!

His snapping fingers rang out the sound of a firearm, and Lorota swooped to the left, rolling in quick succession, dodging.

However, nothing happened, except for the virtual sound of gunfire.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

Dunn and Al each raised their guns and fired steadily, and the tuxedo clown was left and right, retreating and rolling, as if performing acrobatics.

Suddenly, the black-haired lady Lorota rushed at her again out of nowhere, and she was still twisting her waist and swinging her arms and punching her opponent as she was called.

Bang!

The tuxedo clown didn't have time to dodge, raised his left arm, and blocked the fist.

Seeing him pause, Dunn and Al didn't hesitate to take aim and pull the trigger.

At that moment, the tuxedo clown's arm against Lorota's fist suddenly burst into flames.

But after a moment's time, the flames enveloped the tuxedo clown and spread towards Lorota.

Pong!Pong!Dern and Al's revolver fired, respectively, hitting the flame.

The flames burned rapidly, and soon only black dust was flying, but the figure of the tuxedo clown appeared not far away, half-hidden behind several stacked wooden boxes.

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.

Table tennis!

In the virtual sound of gunfire, Lorota suddenly paused, and did not pounce, there was a splash of dirt in front of her, and bullet holes appeared.

This blow from the tuxedo clown is no longer an illusion!

False and real, true and false, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and truth.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

The tuxedo clown snapped his fingers and shot at Dunn and Al from time to time.

Seeing such a scene, Lorota narrowed her eyes and lifted the dark gold long-tube revolver she held in her left hand.

Table tennis!

The tuxedo clown squatted down to avoid the fatal blow, and his half-height silk top hat flew backwards, falling into the dust with visible scorch bullet holes.

After a few rolls, he climbed up the cascading wooden crates like a curly-haired baboon, snapped his fingers condescendingly, and fired air bullets.

Al Hasson took a few steps back, lowered his pistol, and began chanting again:

"Her beauty is only open to the night"

"But the night turned a blind eye to beauty"

"Completely blind to her love"

...... (Note 1)

The tuxedo clown jumps between the wooden boxes, suddenly raising his hand and plucking his ears, looking at Al with a fixed funny smile.

He wouldn't have plugged his ears beforehand, would he? The sequence potions that the Esoteric Order had in their hands were strange...... Crane looked at it from afar, and had a certain guess in his heart.

His thoughts flashed when he saw a figure appear on the top of the side warehouse, and quickly ran to the innermost room where Riel Bieber was hiding.

The figure was dressed in gray-and-white dock worker clothes, and his face appeared to be painted with red, yellow, and white paint.

The tuxedo clown was in charge of luring the captain away, and someone else was going to take the notes?Crane was in a state of flux, and subconsciously raised his right hand and shot at the figure on the roof.

As soon as he took aim and gave an advance amount, the figure suddenly squatted down and turned to a flip.

Table tennis!

Crane pulled the trigger without retraction, only to see the figure suddenly pause, blood blooming on its body.

The figure glanced at this side in astonishment, endured the pain, and continued to rush to the innermost warehouse.

Learn about marksmanship with fate...... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched, and he pulled the trigger again, this time, the bullet hitting the wooden roof next to the figure.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

Leonard and Borgia also shot separately, but neither could hit the figure.

Klein wanted to complain that their marksmanship was not as good as his own, but the finger that pulled the trigger stopped there.

Why stop him?

Didn't I just divinate that it was extremely dangerous in the warehouse? Wouldn't it be nice to let this guy go find a way and step on a thunderbolt?

Leonard and that Mr. Borgia should have that purpose as well......

With a flicker of thought, Crane raised the barrel of his gun and shot the bird upward.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

After a few gunshots, the figure reached the roof of the innermost warehouse unhindered.

He lunged down, elbowed his elbow, and fell into the broken roof.

With this voice, the black-haired lady Lorota's eyes suddenly turned dark, and her left hand made a strange downward movement.

The tuxedo clown's tumbling and jumping movements immediately froze, and his ankle seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Instead of shooting immediately, Dunn dropped his revolver.

He opened his mouth, and while his Adam's apple did not move, he resonated with the air around him purely with his own spirituality, and a vague, ethereal, strange voice rang out:

"Her flowers bloom all night till dawn"

"But I opened my eyes until daylight"

"Stared at and ashamed of having nowhere to hide"

"And she wilted and withered in dizziness"

...... (Note 1)

The tuxedo clown's struggling movements suddenly became weak, and he seemed to have lost the desire to survive.

Al Hazen raised his pistol and aimed it at the enemy, his fingers about to be pulled.

At this moment of lightning, an unusually terrible scream came from the innermost warehouse:

"Ahh

The scream contained an extremely intense fear, as if something terrible had happened that could not have been imagined.

Klein's screaming came to an abrupt end as Klein was creepy, and the innermost warehouse was quiet again, a stillness that made people's scalps tingle.

Table tennis!

Al was affected somewhat, and the bullet only hit the tuxedo clown's stomach.

Lotus, lotus. The silence of the innermost warehouse was broken again, and a gasp that should have been very soft suddenly sounded, and it changed from small to large, and it touched everyone's nerves.

Knock knock!

The "2-049" in the iron-black box suddenly went berserk and went crazy to the extreme.

Note 1: Quoted from the English poet Clare's "Evening Primrose", Feibai, trans.