Lord of the Mysteries

The beating heart, the yellowish-green liquid, the silently burning black flames, and the falling figure entered Klein’s field of vision and etched themselves deeply into Klein’s mind.

The most dangerous mission he had encountered up to this date had been when he was dealing with Ray Bieber who was in the midst of digesting. Even such a terrifying and dangerous monster had only resulted in severe injuries to the Beyonders on the mission. No one had to sacrifice their lives.

The deaths of the Beyonders Klein had witnessed, including Old Neil’s, were all due to them losing control. The “murderer” might be strange and indescribable or related to evil gods, but they had nothing to do with the missions they undertook.

Now, he was looking at one of his partners being killed in action. The death was purely due to one mistake.

Nighthawks were fighting against madness, but so were they also fighting against danger.

There might never be an opportunity to make up for that one mistake.

Klein’s thoughts erupted with a boom.

Apparently having taken a huge blow, he knelt down and lifted his right hand, firing successive shots at Madam Sharon. The silver demon hunting bullets pierced through the invisible threads and shot towards her head and transparent sleeping gown.

Suddenly, Madam Sharon appeared to be yanked in another direction by something, allowing her to successfully avoid Klein’s manic shooting.

Klein only managed to collect himself and regain the ability of rational thought when he finished firing the five bullets in his revolver, and the sound of the hammer striking an empty chamber entered his ears.

His heart tightened. Without any time to reload, he tossed the revolver to the side and took out a stack of tarot cards!

Pa!

Madam Sharon’s body moved to the side and saw a card fly past her, piercing deeply into the surface of the makeup table.

She smiled, her beautiful brown eyes once again taking on a black luster.

At that moment, her waterfall like brown hair suddenly flailed into the air like it was lifted by an invisible force.

Madam Sharon froze. She wanted to dodge, but she was too slow. Klein had tossed out a “Magician” card, successfully pinning her hair to the wall.

Pa! Madam Sharon forcefully tore away her hair and rolled forward, her body quickly vanishing from Klein’s line of sight.

She’s turned invisible again… Klein had a tarot card between his fingers as he slowly turned around while being alert of his surroundings.

Suddenly, he realized why Madam Sharon had to give up her attack, and why she had slowed down.

If the situation had developed normally, Klein would have had no choice but to use Azik’s copper whistle to deal with this terrifying demoness!

Yes! The Captain must be around here somewhere! He felt a little excited. He looked around, his gaze instinctively falling on the window.

At the same time, he made a judgment in his heart.

Madam Sharon wants to flee!

to drag her into a dream, but she was unsure if there would be

though she’s powerful, there’s no way that she can wipe out a

his wrist,

Whoosh Whoosh! He threw out five cards in succession, three sealing the window and

Crack! Thud! Thud!

ajar bedroom door, one after the

again tossed cards out, making use of his Clown’s intuition to pinpoint where

the sturdy wall. However, a figure was quickly

Sharon was exposed, her eyes lost their

would

from a Nightmare when there was a huge

extended his right hand, grabbing the edge of

appear in the mirror. He

color of her brown eyes was quickly restored

awakening before her was a crystalline layer of sturdy frost

nor the demon hunting bullet approaching her. All she saw was a mirror, and that the mirror was reflecting

contorted. Wrinkles, gashes of blood, and rotting spots appeared

shrill cry as

quickly took on a green color as yellow pus flowed out the corner

of suffering, a silent black flame burned outward from within Madam Sharon, as if

a thick frost, as if it was creating a

invisible threads finally took on a color that was visible to the human eye. They enveloped the

Artifact 3-0271 fell onto the ground and tumbled before stopping beside Madam

through the window frame

of Kenley, who had

coffin of ice crumbled an inch at a time as black

had regained its normal color. Her eyes showed fatigue, but she seemed

Klein who was still sprawled on the ground. She also saw Dunn Smith,

outward from Dunn as Madam Sharon’s eyelids drooped uncontrollably. Under Dunn’s

long, just like when they were previously fighting Monster Bieber. Klein rolled forward again, grabbed his revolver, the one he had

bullets with his left hand and familiarity stuffed them into

Pa!

stood up, taking aim at Madam Sharon with both

Bang!

abilities of the Clown and pulled the

bullet pierced through the air, accurately

Madam Sharon’s eyes, but the bullet seemed to tear through multiple layers of obstruction,

another two shots without hesitation when he saw Madam Sharon

Bang! Bang!

blood splattered amidst white dots. The stunning beauty that was Madam Sharon had become a mutilated corpse

out of “substitutes”

his arms and panted heavily. Madam Sharon, with only half her head left, slumped onto the ground. She still had an exceptional figure, her skin still white

himself up and opened his eyes. He, too, lowered his hand from his glabella, his face a little pale. He wasn’t injured, but