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

heavily into the wall opposite. The wall cracked, and bricks

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

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 any damage to the

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

partition simultaneously. One of them was holding onto a warm thin gold slice, and the other had already aimed

no longer looked human, struggled as flesh protruded from both sides of her shoulders. They were

spread and seemingly turned into a

corner of her lips cracked all the way up to her

to every enemy that

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

and the vessels

Blaspheme Curse was left stuck in her throat

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

opportunity and muttered an

“Light!”

and there

was covered in mysterious patterns become boiling hot as he saw it emit

injected more than half his spirituality into it and threw the Flaring

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

Megose obtained her freedom, she already saw the

fight, a hole had ruptured in the ceiling of the Blackthorn Security Company, and the hole went all the way to the rooftop of the third floor. The bright blue sky and

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

Rumble!

entire building shook vigorously, and the glass windows on the nearby

concentrated its might at its core, without

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

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

seen. Just like the coffee table, water glass, newspaper, and sofa

it descended upon this

video games told him that the final

felt goosebumps all over. His Clown instincts told him that there

Klein rolled to the left

nowhere. The monstrosity had an

Whoosh!

clothing on the right side of his chest was ripped apart, his skin ruptured, and his

that he could almost see

because he sensed danger approaching beforehand and dodged in time, that

Klein slowed down. Extreme pain filled his head and scattered his

blade, a figure rapidly flew out. If it wasn’t for the