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!

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

force and slammed heavily into the wall opposite. The wall cracked,

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

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

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

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

who no longer looked human, struggled as flesh protruded from both sides of her shoulders. They were a mixture of blood vessels and green veins, round like a

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

and she opened her mouth. The corner

going to deal the Blaspheme Curse to every

that moment, Leonard clenched his left hand into

and the vessels protruded

Megose’s Blaspheme Curse was left stuck in her throat as

have lost the ability to

muttered an ancient

“Light!”

want light, and there

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

that, Klein injected more than half his spirituality into

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

obtained her freedom, she already saw

Security Company, and the hole went all the way to the rooftop of the

and immediately expanded in size. It went from a

Rumble!

building shook vigorously, and the glass windows on the

spherical light concentrated its might at its core, without dissipating

was so glaring that Klein, Dunn, and

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

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

god before it descended upon this world, taking

that the

His Clown instincts told him

thinking, Klein rolled to the

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

Whoosh!

of his chest was ripped apart, his

wound was so deep that he could almost see one

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

pain filled his head and

If it wasn’t for

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