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!

of flesh underneath her eye socket. She stared at Dunn Smith with hatred as she roared,

a formless force and slammed heavily into the wall opposite. The wall cracked, and bricks were thrown

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

black, cold, and smooth threads tightened and bound Megose firmly to the spot. No matter how much blight-tainted flames rose up suddenly, or

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

gold slice, and the other had

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

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

The corner of her lips cracked all the

Blaspheme Curse to every enemy that

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

the vessels protruded like bunch

her throat

the ability to speak and the

and muttered an ancient Hermes

“Light!”

want light, and there

mysterious patterns become boiling hot as he saw it emit a blinding light, as though

than half his spirituality into it and

and gloominess vanished simultaneously. The black fine threads that

freedom, she already saw the

of the Blackthorn Security Company, and the hole went all the

size. It

Rumble!

building shook vigorously, and the glass windows on the nearby

of the spherical light concentrated its

light was so glaring that

the light had dispersed, but the flames were still soaring. Among them, there

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

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

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

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

thinking, Klein rolled

an extremely sharp white bone blade cleaved the spot, seemingly out of nowhere. The monstrosity had an abnormal beauty, and it floated in mid-air. It was unbelievably fast and almost

Whoosh!

side of his chest was ripped apart, his skin ruptured, and his

deep that he could

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

Extreme pain filled his head

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

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