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!

hung by a thin cord of flesh underneath her eye socket. She stared at Dunn Smith with hatred

slammed heavily into the wall opposite. The wall cracked,

hands were still tightly holding onto Saint Selena’s urn. He held

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

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

them was holding onto a warm thin gold slice, and the other had already aimed his

her shoulders. They were a mixture of blood

cracks rapidly spread and seemingly turned

and she opened her mouth. The corner of her lips cracked all the

the Blaspheme Curse to every enemy that attempted to

moment, Leonard clenched his left hand into a fist

livid, and the vessels protruded like bunch of tiny poisonous

left stuck in her

seemed to have lost the ability to speak and the

muttered an ancient

“Light!”

and there will be

that was covered in mysterious patterns become boiling hot as he saw it emit a blinding light, as though it had become a miniature

of that, Klein injected more than half his spirituality

darkness and gloominess vanished simultaneously. The black fine threads that

before Megose obtained her freedom, she already saw the

the Blackthorn Security Company, and the hole went all the way to the rooftop of the third floor. The bright blue

in size. It went from a spherical light to a

Rumble!

shook vigorously, and the glass windows on the nearby

light concentrated its might at its

glaring that Klein, Dunn, and

had dispersed, but the flames were still soaring. Among

in her stomach were nowhere to be seen. Just like the coffee table,

an evil god before it descended upon this world, taking “His” mother out at the same time? Klein

of playing video games told him that the

Clown instincts told him

Klein rolled

with an extremely sharp white bone blade cleaved the spot, seemingly out of nowhere. The monstrosity had an abnormal beauty, and it

Whoosh!

ripped apart, his skin

so deep that he

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

pain filled his

the end of the white bone blade, a figure rapidly flew out. If it wasn’t for the bump on its stomach, perhaps

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