Lord of the Mysteries

The moment their eyes met, Lanevus suddenly ducked and rolled forward.

Clang!

A tarot card, with an angel and trumpet, shot out sharply like a dagger, embedding itself into the wall of the sewer, and its position was at the same height as Lanevus’s neck just moments before.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Lanevus either rolled, jumped to his side, or threw himself forward, nimbly avoiding the three cards that came in succession with abnormal agility. Their collision with the walls, slabs, and concrete echoed like metal striking a wall.

Meanwhile, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the man in the clown mask was following him closely, not much slower than he was. In his hand was a thick stack of cards as he launched them with great familiarity and skill.

On the surface of an approaching card was a sun with five facial features. With his left hand, Lanevus propped himself up against the wall and leaped into the air, drastically changing his course.

At that moment, he heard a swishing sound before suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his ankle!

He launched two cards? One arrived slightly late and was aimed in the direction I was escaping in? Can he foresee my movements? The moment he landed on the ground, Lanevus endured the pain and rolled once again.

Clang!

Another tarot card embedded itself into his original position, resonating constantly in response to the impact.

It was only then that Lanevus noticed a card deeply embedded in his right ankle. The card depicting stars, water containers, and holy water stained in red.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Lanevus didn’t even have the luxury of time to think or treat his injuries. One after another, the cards turned into seemingly sharp flying daggers, shooting at different parts of his body.

Very soon, the injuries on his right leg and chest, and the remnant effects from the hole in his chest, as well as the prior demigod level clash caused this Sequence 9 Marauder to turn sluggish. This was in contrast to the nimbleness and speed that Marauders were known for.

Pow! He sent a card flying, but a deep laceration tore through his wrist, one that kept bleeding profusely.

The Nighthawks and the military will be coming soon. I can’t delay any longer! At this moment, Lanevus’s mind was very clear.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and stopped dodging, allowing a card depicting the devil to strike him squarely in the neck.

In almost an instant, the cards sticking out from his body were sent flying. The hideous wounds on his neck, right chest, wrist, and ankle were all squirming madly, sprouting one meat tendril after another in disgusting shapes!

On his skin, numerous small goosebumps appeared. These goosebumps had a metallic tint to them as if they had turned into a set of armor.

Clang! A tarot card was shot over, but it was deflected by the fine goosebumps.

With bloodshot eyes, Lanevus stared at the Clown who had put away his cards after coming to a halt. He said, half laughing and half mocking, “No matter what, after being tormented by a deity, one will always get something in return.”

Before he could finish his words, he had already jumped over the polluted waters in the canal with his left foot, throwing himself at the enemy opposite him.

As if expecting this, Klein stepped to the side, pulled his left hand out of his pocket, clenched it into a fist, and threw it at Lanevus’s temple.

Bam!

swung his elbow sideways and raised his forearm, accurately hitting his

Klein’s body to move

Pa! Pa! Pa!

sounded in Klein’s ear. Punches, each heavier and faster than the last,

flurry of attacks made him seem to forget to maintain his balance. He staggered and fell to the side, then, with the support of his left elbow, he rolled in

Smack! Smack! Bang!

common sense, he managed to dodge successfully. At times, he would be on the wall and at other times, on the ground. It

appeared very calm without the slightest bit of impatience. It was as though he had decided to drag out the battle as long

he was hell-bent on pestering him and not give him an

Pa!

air, and as for him, himself, he didn’t hesitate to turn around and flee towards another

out like a cannonball as he pounced straight

image appeared in

no bones. I should force him

was a Clown’s

took the initiative to reduce

he still threw himself forward,

Kacha!

Lanevus twisted his upper body suddenly while his legs

threw a punch towards Klein’s head. The force of the punch

Boom!

but air, and his fist was still

that stirred from the punch, blew through Klein’s hair, but he didn’t take the opportunity to attack the enemy. Instead,

immediately jumped to the side in a bid to dodge the

yet to throw out the charm. Instead, he clenched his left fist tightly and followed in the direction

threw himself to the side and rolled on the ground as well, causing the distance between

mind, the highly-raised corners of the Clown’s mouth were clearly reflected in his eyes. There

gaze immediately

and a calm, tranquil feeling emanated instantly,

wants both of us… to be affected at the same time… to allow for… the Nighthawks and military… to rush here in time… Lanevus’s eyelids drooped heavily, and the fatigue and weakness he

did his best not to fall asleep, hoping to rely on the uniqueness of his body to endure through the most intense period

he didn’t choose to resist at all and quickly entered a deep

asleep unnaturally, he would

was the unique thing about him when

had been lucky enough to escape from the hands of Madam Sharon back in

throwing his cards proved ineffective, he immediately took out the Slumber Charm and gripped it tightly in his palm, waiting for the opportunity to affect himself and

of mind in his dream. The figure of the

Klein suddenly became very calm, as though what was before

and pulled back his shoulder before thrusting his

Bam! Kacha!

at Lanevus’s throat, breaking

back and leaned against