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!

drag her into a dream, but she was unsure if there would be other reinforcements from the Nighthawks,

can wipe

wrist, tossing the tarot card towards the

succession, three

Crack! Thud! Thud!

bedroom door, one

use of his Clown’s intuition to pinpoint where he

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

moment Madam Sharon was exposed, her eyes lost their focus, as though she

surroundings but was in no hurry to throw 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,

to escape from a Nightmare when there was a huge distance

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

reflection could appear in the mirror. He tossed Sealed Artifact 3-0271 towards Madam Sharon, mirror

trembled. The color of her brown eyes was quickly restored as they

layer of sturdy

see the card, nor the demon hunting bullet approaching her. All she saw

contorted. Wrinkles,

Sharon let out a shrill cry as if she had just witnessed someone

green color as yellow

silent black flame burned outward from within Madam Sharon, as if she was trying to expel

then condensed into a thick frost, as

to the human eye. They enveloped the frost,

Artifact 3-0271 fell onto the ground and

Dunn broke through the

Kenley, who had

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

Sharon’s skin had regained its normal color. Her

also saw Dunn Smith, his finger pressed on his glabella with his eyes

outward from Dunn as Madam Sharon’s eyelids drooped

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

demon 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 center

Bang!

body with the abilities of the Clown and pulled

through the air, accurately hitting the fixed

multiple layers of obstruction, causing it to lose the bulk of its

when he saw Madam

Bang! Bang!

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

long run out of

. Klein lowered his arms and panted heavily. Madam Sharon, with only half her head left, slumped

He, too, lowered his hand from his glabella, his face