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!

eyeball. It hung by a thin cord of flesh underneath

Dunn was cast away by a formless force and slammed heavily

but both his hands were still tightly holding onto Saint

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

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

them was holding onto a warm thin gold slice, and

looked human, struggled as flesh protruded from both sides of her shoulders.

the two heads, cracks rapidly spread and seemingly

corner of her lips cracked all the way up

to every enemy that attempted

moment, Leonard clenched his left hand into a fist as his

face turned livid, and the vessels protruded like bunch of tiny poisonous

was left stuck in her throat as it came to

to have lost the ability to speak and the

and muttered an ancient Hermes word in a

“Light!”

and there will

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

half his spirituality into it and threw the Flaring Sun Charm

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

her freedom, she already saw

Company, and the hole went all the way to the

size. It went from a spherical light to

Rumble!

shook vigorously, and the glass windows on the nearby streets

of the spherical light concentrated its might at

enveloped Megose, and the light was so glaring that Klein, Dunn, and Leonard couldn’t

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

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

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

experience of playing video games told him that the final boss couldn’t

Clown instincts told him

thinking, Klein rolled

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

Whoosh!

his chest was ripped apart, his skin ruptured, and

deep that he could almost see

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

Extreme pain filled his head and scattered his

white bone blade, a figure rapidly flew out. If it wasn’t for the bump on its stomach, perhaps no one could identify