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!

but she was unsure if there would be other reinforcements from the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers,

there’s no way that she can wipe out a team of Beyonders

wrist, tossing the tarot card towards the

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

Crack! Thud! Thud!

dug into the ajar bedroom door, one after

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

advanced before drilling themselves into the sturdy wall. However, a figure was quickly outlined in the air. It was none

exposed, her eyes lost their focus, as though she was

his cards. This was because he knew that Madam Sharon would quickly break out of the dream. He had to deal fatal damage in these two or three seconds, or

was easy to escape from a Nightmare when there

forward diagonally. He went prone and extended his right hand, grabbing the edge of the Spirit Medium Mirror that was

his reflection could appear in the mirror.

of her brown eyes was quickly restored as they once again

a crystalline layer of sturdy frost that

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

mirror suddenly became contorted. Wrinkles, gashes of blood, and rotting

as if she had just witnessed someone she loved

color as yellow pus flowed out the corner of her

burned outward from within Madam Sharon, as if

black flames then condensed into a thick frost, as if it was creating

visible to the human

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

moment, Dunn broke through the window frame and

caught sight of Kenley, who had stopped breathing, and his expression

The coffin of ice crumbled an inch at a

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

who was still sprawled on the ground. She also saw Dunn Smith, his finger pressed on

formless ripple spread outward from Dunn as Madam Sharon’s eyelids

long, just like when they were previously fighting Monster Bieber. Klein rolled forward again,

grabbed three demon hunting bullets with his left hand

Pa!

aim at Madam Sharon with both hands on the gun. He aimed

Bang!

the abilities of the Clown and pulled the

bullet pierced through the

layers of obstruction, causing it to lose the bulk of its power, rendering it unable to pierce through the target’s

shots without hesitation when he

Bang! Bang!

that was Madam Sharon had become a mutilated corpse that

out of “substitutes” to

head left, slumped onto the ground. She still had an exceptional

and opened his eyes. He, too, lowered his hand from his glabella, his face a little pale. He wasn’t injured, but he looked as though he