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!

with the ability to drag her into a dream, but she was unsure if there would

way that she can wipe

thought, Klein flicked his wrist, tossing the

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

Crack! Thud! Thud!

the sound of shattering glass, two tarot cards dug into the ajar bedroom door,

again tossed cards out, making use of his

the air and rapidly advanced before drilling themselves into the sturdy wall. However, a figure was quickly outlined in the air. It

Sharon was exposed, her eyes lost

cards. This was because he knew that Madam Sharon would quickly

Nightmare when there

forward diagonally. He went prone and extended his right hand,

then flicked his wrist before his reflection could appear in the mirror. He tossed

trembled. The color of her brown eyes

her was a crystalline layer of sturdy frost that appeared on the surface

the demon hunting bullet approaching her. All she saw was a mirror, and that the mirror was reflecting

face in the mirror suddenly became contorted. Wrinkles, gashes of blood, and rotting spots appeared

Sharon let out a shrill cry as if

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

burned outward from within Madam Sharon, as if she was trying to

into a thick frost, as if

that was visible to

onto the ground and tumbled before stopping beside Madam

the window

who had stopped breathing,

was at this moment, the cocoon cracked open. The coffin of ice crumbled an inch at a time as black flames turned into specks of

color. Her eyes showed fatigue, but

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

as Madam Sharon’s eyelids drooped

knew that the Captain couldn’t restrain Madam Sharon for long, just like when they were previously fighting Monster Bieber. Klein rolled forward again, grabbed his revolver, the one he had previously tossed onto the

hunting bullets with his left hand and familiarity stuffed them

Pa!

the cylinder and stood up, taking aim at Madam Sharon with both hands on the gun. He aimed at the

Bang!

with the abilities of the Clown and

silver demon hunting bullet pierced through the air, accurately hitting the fixed

obstruction, causing it to lose the bulk of

without hesitation when he

Bang! Bang!

Madam Sharon had become a mutilated

had long run out of “substitutes” to

Klein lowered his arms and panted heavily. Madam Sharon, with only half her head left, slumped onto the ground. She still had

his face a little pale. He wasn’t injured, but he looked as though he had