"Not good... he's in control of my spirit thread..." As a seasoned extraordinary being—half-god, half-man—who has fought and directly clashed with figures like the Faceless Man, the Master of Secret Figures, and the Master of Mysteries,丘纳斯.科尔格 is no stranger to this situation. In fact, he's quite familiar with it, having a solid understanding of it. Therefore, he is fully aware that he has now fallen into a deadly trap, with only under fifteen seconds to act before he must resort to self-rescue. During these fifteen seconds, his thoughts will grow increasingly sluggish, his mental processes slower and more delayed. Eventually, formulating a solution may take several seconds, and executing that idea through his stiff, rigid body will take even longer. Thus,丘纳斯.科尔格's window for self-rescue will likely be no more than ten seconds. Of course, he had previously considered the options for the final few seconds—namely, to directly relinquish control over his own form, revealing his mythic beast形态 to prolong the duration of being secreted, and to disrupt the enemy through his very presence, inflicting a certain degree of impact. However, even if he succeeded in breaking free from the secreted state and defeating the enemy, there was little confidence that Quonas. Korg would be able to survive. He was not a half-god capable of freely switching between human and mythic beast forms; he lacked the assurance of maintaining his rationality in the mythic beast form. In other words, the outcome of releasing his mythic beast form to escape the secreted state was likely that Quonas. Korg—the human—would die on the spot, with a monster of the same name taking over his body. For this very reason, Quonas. Korg would only make such an effort if absolutely no other option remained. While his thoughts were still sluggish, and as the voice of Rivell’s desperate cry echoed in his ears, the military half-god swiftly formulated his first self-rescue plan. With a moderately swift motion, he flicked his right thumb. "Countess of Fall," "amplify!" What丘纳斯.科尔格 wished to amplify was not his own status or a specific seal’s attack—but rather the negative effect of Rivell’s desperate cry! This unusual revolver caused its bearer to periodically hear the cries of despair. For non-divine beings, this was profoundly disruptive, often leading to loss of control, madness, mental fragmentation, or blankness. By the time one reached Sequence 4, however, with their inherent divine nature, the impact of the cry was significantly diminished. For丘纳斯.科尔格, the cry merely caused moments of mental fuzziness and occasional emotional agitation—effects that were now largely manageable, even beginning to feel familiar. At this very moment, he needed to amplify that "desperate cry" to a level even a half-god would find difficult to endure, inflicting a piercing pain upon his spirit—thus breaking free from the control exerted by the "spiritual thread." Since amplification required no obvious action and took effect swiftly, Germaine Sparrow, holding his "Funeral Bell" revolver, wearing a half-crown hat, floating in the midst of a gale, failed to intervene in time and was successfully ensnared by the Countess of the Fallen. Yet the very next instant, Qunusa Colg did not hear the cry grow more terrifying—instead, he heard an unexpected stillness. The normal, steady roar had vanished entirely! This was a random variation brought about by the "Concert of Light and Shadow." Truly... unfortunate. Qunusa Colg's thoughts drifted slowly through this realization, pausing his dismay and immediately launching into his second act of self-rescue. He lifted his right hand stroke by stroke, aiming his "Desperate Scream of Riviere" at Germán Spáro within 150 meters, poised to depress the trigger. At the same time, the fierce wind rushing directly toward his right hand suddenly collapsed from within, disintegrating into scattered gusts. "Count of the Fall," "Confusion!" With this, Chounas countered Germán Spáro's interference. Immediately, a steady barrage of sounds erupted—the "Desperate Scream of Riviere" now unleashed like a machine gun, firing a relentless stream of deadly bullets that never ceased. Germán Spáro, dressed in a black coat, trembled continuously but remained unharmed. The bullets skimmed past his form, striking distant windows and walls of the Mòg estate, shattering them and causing one entire building to collapse silently. Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! The subsequent storm of bullets continued to intensify, and finally, Germán Spáro was struck—repeatedly. Bursts of blood splattered as Germán Sparo wavered and struggled like a paper figure caught in a gale, ever on the brink of being torn apart. Thud! Thud! Thud! The peculiar pistol finally ceased its piercing cry, leaving Germán Sparo with a series of gruesome, blood-streaked holes across his body—except for his head. Under normal circumstances, this would be the state of a corpse, yet Germán Sparo remained undisturbed, continuing to manipulate the "spirit threads" as if unharmed. The dramatic wounds on his body were slowly but resolutely healing—thanks to the effect of the "Ring of Blood." At his core, Germán Sparo was, in essence, the winner, Enyuni! He had survived the previous onslaught not because of his own strength, but because he had drawn upon his accumulated "luck," while Quonás Colg had been sufficiently "unlucky." To a spirit figure, the "despairing cries" of the bullets were, quite simply, meaningless. Seeing that the fierce assault failed to achieve its intended effect and that his chances for self-rescue were dwindling, Qunus Colg executed his previously planned strategy with almost no deliberation, slowly loosening his left hand fingers. The "iron-plate" pocket watch detached from his palm and began to fall downward. At this critical moment, Qunus Colg decisively abandoned the "Concert of Light and Shadow," sending it away from the battlefield to mitigate the risk of unpredictable mutations. He now had only one to two chances for self-rescue; should any further adverse mutations occur, they would be irreparable! As the watch's dial, half-ordered and half-disordered, swiftly descended, Qunus Colg struggled to move his fingers toward Germain Sparo, whose wound was rapidly healing. Originally, he had two options: either act instinctively, following his initially conceived third self-rescue plan, or amplify the injuries of the opposing enemy, resulting in his immediate death. Yet, when Quinás. Korg was still able to think swiftly, he hadn't anticipated that, despite being struck by so many bullets, neither had "Germán. Sparo" perished nor had his command over the "Line of the Spirit" been significantly affected—there was no corresponding follow-up plan in the original scheme. At that moment, his mind felt as though it were stuffed full of thick paste, making further contemplation impossible. To avoid wasting time, he could only proceed according to the established protocol. Wheee! With transparent gloves and a jet-black revolver, Germán. Sparo was suddenly enveloped by a fierce, swirling gust of wind that spiraled him upward toward the sky. Wheee! Carried by this powerful wind, Germán. Sparo soared toward the dark night sky, under the witness of the great crimson moon. "Duke of Fall!" "Amplify!" The wind assisting Germán. Sparo was amplified into a full-blown tornado! As a result, the distance between him and Quinás. Korg would soon reach over 150 meters, rendering the secret embodiment ineffective. Upon seeing the initial objective achieved, the expression on Qunasa Colg's face—still not fully under control—suddenly grew complex and layered. The tornado expanded rapidly, surged forward, and swept him along, hurling him upward, thus preventing him from fully distancing himself from Germán Sparo. Indeed, it was unfortunate. Under the night sky, bathed in the crimson moonlight, the two figures grew smaller and smaller. Soon, the tornado stabilized, and the upward momentum of both figures eased. Seizing this moment, Qunasa Colg, whose thoughts had nearly solidified, formed a new resolve: "Terminate..." He ceased the force maintaining their flight, allowing the pull of the earth to draw him down swiftly, like a meteor, rapidly increasing the distance between himself and Germán Sparo. Then, he paid no attention to Germán Sparo, who was now steering the storm, turning around to pursue him, his joints stiffening as he slowly drew his left arm forward—this was a closing gesture. He intended to create a wall-like aerial seal through the "distortion" of the Duke of Decay, thereby blocking Germaine Sparrow and preventing her from pursuing. At that moment, the surviving automata—those very Germaine Sparrow figures—simultaneously raised their left arms, forming the gesture of firing a gun. Pock, pock, pock, pock, pock! Bullets shot forth, covering half the sky above the Cournas. Colg. When the wave of impact subsided, Cournas. Colg's body bore several blood-stained holes. —After being struck by the first few bullets and cannon shells, he managed to break free from the control of the "spirit threads" through the intense pain and body tremors, regaining his mental clarity. Then, at the crucial moment, he disrupted the subsequent gunfire and distorted the severity of his own injuries, ultimately surviving though severely wounded. Meanwhile, Germaine Sparrow, falling from above with several magical items, was blocked by the "formless wall" he had created and was unable to catch up. Another twist. Qunnas Colg's descent slowed instantly, and he drifted gently to the ground. Before he could do anything else, his body stiffened again, and he stood motionless. He felt his hands and feet resisting him, no longer obeying his commands—he sensed something unfamiliar deep within him! Then, under the glow of the massive crimson moon, he saw a figure step out of the master suite of the Moresong manor and stand on the balcony. Dark hair, brown eyes, wearing a silk hat and a black coat, with a strong, defined silhouette and a rigid, sharp outline—another Germain Sparo. This Germain Sparo held his right hand in the same gun-firing posture, then drew it back and placed it to his lips, blowing gently. It was Caine himself. The air bullets he had just fired were not mere air bullets—they were "parasitic bullets" propelled with the power of air bullets! "Parasitic bullets" crafted from the "Chrono-creatures" left behind by the Amun duplicate! It can generate a "chronal worm" that survives only briefly, allowing it to "infect" the target's body and be manipulated by the user. Klein deliberately removed this bullet and held it in his hands, waiting for the precise moment—when Qunusa Colg would discard "The Concert of Light and Shadow" and be unable to evade or "twist" the situation. The former scenario was predictable once the "Fallen Count" had his spiritual threads initially stabilized, as he would not allow random mutations to disrupt his own recovery; the latter required patience. Just now, that patience had paid off, and the opportunity had arrived. Klein raised his hand first and fired—free from any interference by random mutations, he accurately embedded the "infecting bullet" into Qunusa Colg's body! —Had this been a "deprivation bullet" instead of a "deception bullet," the approach would have been entirely different. Quon纳斯·科尔格一时无法控制自己的身体，就这样望着阳台上在巨大红月之下、格尔曼·斯帕罗脱下礼帽，用手按着胸口，微微向自己鞠躬。对方黑色风衣轻轻飘动的瞬间，他连思绪都凝滞了。