Lord of the Mysteries

“Waaa!”

The baby in Megose’s stomach cried. It squirmed, wanting to come into this world in a bid to help its mother escape from her predicament.

The black, cold, and smooth threads appeared to suffer a shock as they seemed to be suppressed by an invisible power which led to their retreat backward.

“Waaa!”

Dunn and Klein became dizzy at the same time. They felt their throats contract involuntarily as their contracting air passages instantly stifled them.

Crimson liquid flowed from their nostrils, their eyes, and their ears. All of their capillaries seemed to have ruptured.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Klein had undergone the torture of hearing the mutterings and ravings every time he headed to the world above the gray fog, as well as Dunn holding onto the ashes of Saint Selena, they definitely would’ve fainted on the spot, just like Leonard Mitchell.

Megose’s headless body turned over and looked at Klein who saw her charred skin and flesh peeling to the ground, and the holy, yet evil white bone blade.

Having escaped its influence thanks to his rich experience, Klein immediately felt his scalp tingle and forgot about the pain in his right chest. He seemed to witness his enemy charge towards him maniacally, not giving him any time to recite the incantation, infuse spirituality, and throw out the Flaring Sun Charm.

Just as he was about to dodge the attack, Klein saw Megose suddenly pause. He saw Dunn Smith’s black windbreaker fluttering, and the Captain diagonally across him had buried his head. There were multiple thick twitching objects on his back as if they were venomous snakes or tentacles—or monsters!

Dunn was using his abilities as a Nightmare to forcefully impede Megose’s movements.

Bam! Bam! Bam! With a mere struggle from Megose, the thick tentacle-like objects that protruded from Dunn’s back exploded at the same time!

A large amount of blood splattered out, covering every corner of the room like rain.

Dunn wasn’t disappointed at the result, for the blood had been absorbed by the black threads created by Saint Selena’s ashes.

They had been absorbed!

The countless cold, smooth, tentacle-like threads entered a frenzy. They swarmed forward and bound Megose tightly, wrapping themselves around her bulging, squirming stomach.

An opportunity!

Klein was as nervous as he was excited. He prepared to shout the ancient Hermes word for “Light.”

“Waaa! Waaa! Waaa!”

The cries of a baby could be heard once again, more frequent, and more incessant this time around!

retreating and trembling again as if they had all been struck by

hesitation, he retracted his right palm, formed a claw, and

It was a still-beating heart that brought with it the sereneness of the night and a

the heart into the urn containing Saint

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

serene threads once again resumed their efforts as they wrapped

the baby in Megose’s stomach.

with his blood. He uttered a simple Hermes term in a

illuminates the darkness!

remaining spirituality into the thin gold piece etched

out the Flaring Sun Charm at

threads didn’t retract this time, having not followed

Thump! Thump!

still beating within

the ceiling, shining through all three stories, right into the Blackthorn Security

was guided here by the Flaring Sun Charm, and

fused with the top of the headless monster, and then exploded

Rumble!

his eyes. This

half-illusory, terrifying creature within her body no longer had the support of a physical body and couldn’t complete the last stage of its transformation. It turned into a furious ball of

Rumble!

this was only due to the released

was different from a normal bomb. Its

to stabilize his body. He opened his eyes and looked ahead a few seconds

saw a charred circle where Megose

Smith standing on the spot, still wearing his black windbreaker. He saw the heart in

felt that Megose and her baby were truly finished. No—it was more accurate to say

turned to look at Klein. His pale face had a warm and relaxed expression, and his voice still

“We saved Tingen.”

if he had returned to the time when he was twenty. He no longer appeared stern and serious

turned into a resplendent ball of light before scattering into the

felt like the scene was made up of a series of paintings, but Klein could do nothing to stop

Thump!

box of Saint Selena’s ashes fell onto the ground, just like

opening, preventing the resplendent sand-like ashes from falling out. The

luster. He was looking at the hole in the ceiling, the sunlight pouring