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!

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

a formless force and slammed heavily

hands were still tightly holding onto Saint Selena’s urn. He held onto it for dear life and kept

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 those defenses dealt any damage to the threads holding

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

partition simultaneously. One of them was holding onto a 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

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

opened her mouth. The corner of her

Curse to every enemy that

his left hand into a fist as his wrist

turned livid, and the vessels protruded like bunch

left stuck in her throat as it came

have lost the ability to speak and the ability

muttered an ancient

“Light!”

and

mysterious patterns become boiling hot as he

more than half his spirituality into it and threw the Flaring Sun Charm towards the restrained

darkness and gloominess vanished simultaneously. The black fine threads

her freedom, she already saw the

some point in 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

and immediately expanded in size. It went from a spherical light to a sphere with

Rumble!

and the glass windows on the nearby

light concentrated its might

so glaring

and looked through squinted eyes. He saw that the light had dispersed, but the flames were still soaring. Among them, there were many black ashes dancing in

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

the son of an evil god before it descended upon this world, taking “His” mother out

him that the final boss couldn’t be taken care of so

all over. His Clown instincts told him that

Klein rolled to the left

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

Whoosh!

was ripped apart, his skin

was so deep that he could almost

and dodged in time, that slash would’ve sliced

so, Klein slowed down. Extreme pain filled his head

it wasn’t for the