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!

torn out her right eyeball. It hung by a thin cord of flesh underneath her eye socket. She stared at Dunn Smith with

was cast away by a formless force and slammed heavily into the

ground, but both his hands were still tightly holding onto Saint Selena’s

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

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

and Leonard dashed out through the partition simultaneously. 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 left wrist

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, round like a child’s

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

mouth. The corner

was going to deal the Blaspheme Curse to every enemy

clenched his left hand into a fist as his

turned livid, and the vessels protruded like bunch of tiny

stuck in her throat

seemed to have lost the ability to speak and the ability to

the opportunity and muttered an ancient

“Light!”

want light, and there

gold slice that was covered in mysterious patterns become boiling hot as he saw it

spirituality into it and

hall instantly turned transparent as darkness and gloominess vanished simultaneously. The black fine threads that

obtained her freedom,

hole went all the way to the rooftop

size. It went from

Rumble!

building shook vigorously, and the glass windows on

the spherical light concentrated its might at its

light was so glaring that Klein, Dunn, and Leonard

the light had dispersed, but the flames were still soaring. Among them, there were many black ashes dancing in the

be seen. Just like the

son of an evil god before it descended upon this world, taking “His” mother out at the same time? Klein still couldn’t believe

video games told him that the final boss couldn’t be taken

all over. His Clown instincts told

Klein rolled to

spot, seemingly out of nowhere. The monstrosity had an abnormal beauty, and it floated in mid-air. It was unbelievably fast and almost impossible to dodge

Whoosh!

apart, his skin ruptured, and his flesh, along with his bones,

so deep that he could almost see one

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

Extreme pain

If it wasn’t for the bump on its stomach,