Lord of the Mysteries

Beep! Beep! Beep! The telegram set up in the Captain’s office suddenly came to life, seemingly having received a new telegram.

But Klein and Leonard couldn’t be distracted. They were counting the movements of the second hand on the clock as their red eyes welled up with tears.

“10.”

“9.”

“8.”

…

Just then, Dunn Smith carried the silver, bone-like square box into the reception hall with a solemn expression.

Megose, who was pulling out clump after clump of blond hair, tore a wound that was deep enough to show her bones. It was as though she was triggered by something. She suddenly stood and pointed at Dunn Smith in his black windbreaker. She shrieked, “You want to kill my child!

“You want to kill my child!”

Boom! The shrill and terrifying voice reverberated. Klein felt like he was being struck in the head with a sledgehammer. He suddenly forgot to count as he had a headache and felt dizzy.

His vision went red, and there seemed to be liquid flowing from the tip of his nose.

He subconsciously looked sideways, and he saw the corner of Leonard Mitchell’s eyes. The tip of his nose and the corners of his lips were covered in fresh blood. His face was extremely pale, and his body was wavering as though he was about to fall.

I’m probably in the same state… Klein reined back his thoughts and continued to count in silence as he skipped two numbers.

“5.”

“4.”

…

Struck by the terrifyingly sharp voice, Dunn Smith’s deep gray eyes were filled with red veins. Every single strand was crystal clear.

The blood vessels in his face protruded out as well; every one of them like a poisonous snake. There was also a gurgle as red liquid flowed out of his ears as well.

Despite that, he did feel dizzy. Other than his right hand pausing, his strong willpower drove him to press down on Saint Selena’s urn and open the lid.

Inside the box, there was deep darkness. In the darkness, there was fine resplendent sand. The scene was magically beautiful, just like a starry night being stored in a box.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and the darkness engulfed the entire reception hall. In the air, there were countless black, cold, and smooth threads were floating.

They surged towards Megose and entangled her almost instantly.

It wasn’t like a spider web, but more like the tentacles of some unknown creature!

flesh underneath her eye socket. She stared at

away by a formless force and slammed heavily into the wall opposite. The wall cracked, and

onto the ground, but both his hands were still tightly holding onto Saint Selena’s urn. He held onto

countless black, cold, and smooth threads tightened and bound Megose firmly to the spot. No matter how much blight-tainted flames rose up suddenly, or how her skin began to secrete a liquid that smelt like brimstone, neither of those defenses dealt

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

One of them was holding onto a warm thin gold slice, and the other had already aimed his five fingers with the Blood Vessel Thief wound around his

from both sides of her shoulders. They were a mixture of blood vessels and green

cracks rapidly spread and

The corner of her

was going to deal the Blaspheme Curse to every enemy that attempted

hand into a fist as

livid, and the vessels

left stuck in her throat as it came to a sudden

to have lost the ability to speak and the ability to

seized the opportunity and muttered an ancient Hermes

“Light!”

want light, and there will be

boiling hot as he saw it emit a blinding light, as though it had become a

of that, Klein injected more than half his spirituality into

The black fine threads that entangled Megose

before Megose obtained her freedom, she already saw the

in the ceiling of the Blackthorn Security Company, and the hole went all the way to the rooftop of the

thin gold slice combined with the sunlight above Megose’s and immediately expanded in size. It went from a

Rumble!

and the glass

the power of the spherical light concentrated

light was so glaring that Klein, Dunn, and Leonard couldn’t open

through squinted eyes. He saw that the light had dispersed, but the flames were still soaring. Among them,

and the baby in her stomach were nowhere to be seen. Just like the coffee table, water glass, newspaper, and sofa

over? Did we finish the son of an evil god before it descended upon this world, taking “His” mother out at the

that the

all over. His Clown instincts told him that there

thinking, Klein rolled to the left

seemingly out of nowhere. The monstrosity had an abnormal beauty,

Whoosh!

clothing on the right side of his chest was ripped apart, his skin ruptured, and his flesh, along with his bones, was split

was so deep that he could almost see one

beforehand and dodged in time, that slash

slowed down. Extreme pain

rapidly flew out. If it wasn’t for the