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!

to a pause, retreating and trembling again as if

expression changed when he realized that Megose was about to free herself. Without hesitation, he

his fingers holding a bloody heart tightly. It was a still-beating heart that brought with it the sereneness of the night

heart into the urn containing Saint Selena’s ashes. His vision

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

resounded. The countless cold and serene threads once again resumed their

cries coming from the baby in Megose’s

tears fell together with his blood. He uttered a simple Hermes term in a deep voice,

the darkness!

infused almost all of his remaining spirituality into the thin gold piece etched with mysterious symbols, causing

strength, Klein tossed out the Flaring Sun

threads didn’t retract this time, having not followed their instincts, as

Thump! Thump!

within the box containing Saint Selena’s

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

guided here by the Flaring Sun Charm, and

fused with the top of the

Rumble!

eyes. This last scene was etched deep

Its charred body crumbled instantly. The 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 black gas, dissolving

Rumble!

building shook violently, but this was only due to the released energy

from a normal bomb. Its powers were concentrated, yet

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

saw that the walls had crumbled. He saw a charred circle where Megose once stood.

saw a burned, bloody placenta on the ground. He saw Dunn Smith standing on the spot, still wearing his black windbreaker. He saw the heart in the box of Saint Selena’s ashes still beating slowly. He saw Leonard Mitchell lying on the

Klein felt elated and felt that he could still use ritualistic magic to save the Captain. He felt that Megose and her baby were truly finished. No—it was more accurate to say that the latter had suffered an interruption and was

that moment, Dunn Smith turned to look at Klein. His pale face had a warm and relaxed expression, and

“We saved Tingen.”

the time when he was twenty. He

box of Saint’s Selena’s ashes stop beating. It turned into a resplendent ball of light before scattering into the surroundings. He saw the captain

series of paintings, but Klein

Thump!

fell onto the ground, just

Thud! Even though the box wasn’t covered, the darkness within the box sealed the opening, preventing the resplendent sand-like ashes from falling out. The

their luster. He was looking at the