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!

flesh underneath her eye socket. She stared

away by a formless force and slammed heavily into the wall opposite. The

fresh blood onto the ground, but both his hands were still tightly holding onto

countless black, 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

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

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

her shoulders. They were a mixture of blood vessels and

heads, cracks rapidly spread and seemingly turned into a

approaching, and she opened her mouth. The corner of her lips cracked all the way up

going to deal the Blaspheme Curse to every enemy that attempted to harm

left hand into a fist

turned livid, and the vessels protruded like bunch of tiny

in her throat as it

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

opportunity and muttered an ancient Hermes word in a

“Light!”

light, and there will

hot as he saw it emit a blinding

of that, Klein injected more than half his spirituality into

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

Megose obtained her freedom, she already

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

expanded in size. It went

Rumble!

and the glass windows on the nearby streets

of the spherical light concentrated its might at

so glaring that Klein,

tears and looked through squinted eyes. He saw that the light had dispersed, but the

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

finish the son of an evil god before it descended upon

the final boss couldn’t be

felt goosebumps all over. His Clown instincts told

Klein rolled to the

nowhere. The monstrosity

Whoosh!

his chest was ripped apart, his skin ruptured, and his flesh, along with his bones, was split into

he could almost

wasn’t because he sensed danger approaching beforehand and dodged in time, that

Klein slowed down. Extreme pain filled his head

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

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