Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 208

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!

It hung by a thin cord of flesh underneath her

and slammed heavily into the wall

fresh blood onto the ground, but both his hands were still tightly holding onto Saint Selena’s urn. He held onto it for dear life

bound Megose firmly to the spot. No matter how much blight-tainted flames rose up suddenly, or how her skin began

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

warm thin gold slice, and the

who no longer looked human, struggled as flesh protruded from both sides of her shoulders. They were a mixture of blood vessels and green veins,

two heads, cracks rapidly spread and seemingly turned into a pair of

corner of

Curse to every

that moment, Leonard clenched his left hand into a fist as his wrist made

and the vessels

left stuck in her throat

lost the ability to speak and the ability to evoke

and muttered an ancient Hermes word in a

“Light!”

light, and there will be

thin gold slice that was covered in mysterious patterns become boiling hot as he saw it emit a blinding light, as though

injected more than half his spirituality into it and threw

vanished simultaneously. The black fine threads that entangled Megose shrank as though they were instinctively avoiding

before Megose obtained her freedom, she

hole went all the way to the rooftop of the third floor. The bright blue sky

gold slice combined with the sunlight above Megose’s and immediately expanded in size.

Rumble!

and the glass windows

the spherical light concentrated its might at its core,

the light was so glaring that

light had dispersed, but the flames were still soaring. Among them, there

nowhere to be seen. Just like the coffee

before it descended upon this world, taking “His” mother out at the same

video games told him that the final

goosebumps all over. His Clown instincts told

Klein rolled to

extremely sharp white bone blade cleaved the spot, seemingly out of nowhere. The monstrosity had an abnormal beauty, and it floated in mid-air. It was unbelievably fast and almost

Whoosh!

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

he

beforehand and dodged in time, that slash would’ve sliced

Extreme pain filled

rapidly flew out. If it wasn’t for the bump on its stomach,

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