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!

sideways and raised his forearm, accurately hitting his opponent’s

force surged like a torrential tide, causing Klein’s body to

Pa! Pa! Pa!

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

balance. He staggered and fell to the side, then, with the support of his left

Smack! Smack! Bang!

kicks came quickly and furiously, almost hitting Klein quite a few times, but thanks to his exaggerated balance and movements that defied common sense, he managed to dodge successfully. At times, he would be on the wall and at other times, on the ground. It was as though he was performing an

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

escape, he was hell-bent on

Pa!

the wall to fly back into the air, and as for him, himself, he didn’t hesitate to turn around and

shot out

an image

him to twist his upper body

was a Clown’s

any doubts or hesitation, Klein took the initiative to reduce his subsequent

still threw himself forward, but it was much weaker than

Kacha!

Lanevus twisted his upper body suddenly while his legs remained immobile. His face faced backward as

Klein’s head. The force of the punch was so strong that even the air

Boom!

and his fist was still twenty or thirty centimeters from Klein’s

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

charm? Lanevus scrunched his face as he immediately jumped to the side in a bid to

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

ground

were clearly reflected in his eyes. There was also a dark red

gaze immediately

sound entered his ears, and a calm, tranquil feeling emanated instantly,

the Nighthawks and military… to rush

on the uniqueness of his body to endure through the most intense period of the

he didn’t choose to resist at all

asleep unnaturally, he would instinctively

him when fighting mediumship

lucky enough to escape from the

Charm and gripped it tightly in his palm, waiting for the opportunity to affect himself

of mind in his dream. The

though what was before him was nothing but

his waist, and pulled back his shoulder before

Bam! Kacha!

fist landed ruthlessly at Lanevus’s throat, breaking his

steps back and