Lord of the Mysteries

Running ahead of the group was Maric. His disheveled hair was completely blown back by the wind, and his expression was twisted and hideous.

He was even faster than a steam locomotive at its peak speed. With a whoosh, he arrived at the entrance to the clearing.

But even so, he was still unable to escape from his pursuers.

The closest figure to him was a man who had the same pale complexion as himself, with indistinct, dark patches on his face, as if they were healing marks from rotting wounds. The malice in his eyes was completely undisguised and unrestrained. He looked more like a zombie who was craving fresh flesh rather than a human being, and Klein guessed that he was Jason, a Sequence 6.

The distance between Jason and Maric remained within seven or eight meters, sometimes lengthening; sometimes shortening. This repeated again and again, as they ventured back and forth.

More than ten meters behind them, a figure was left far behind. It was a thin but muscular man; his hair was shaved very short, and his hair stood erect like spikes.

As he swung his arms, the tip of his palms flashed with a metallic light, reflecting the weak crimson moonlight. Those were black fingernails which were as long as daggers!

Werewolf Tyre… Klein chanted the person’s Sequence and name silently. In his mind, the wall that was splashed with blood appeared in his mind. It was a scene with intestines and limbs splattered all over the ground.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Maric used all his strength as he ran while Jason gritted his teeth and ran as fast as he could. At some point, the healed dark spots on his face began to swell, as if some sort of rotten liquid was about to ooze out.

The two of them left the puddles of water and moist soil that were turning into white frost in their wake.

The withered weeds were lifted up by the wind created by the two of them. As they slowly fell down, they began to rot and decay at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, a pale hand reached out of the frosted soil and accurately grabbed Jason’s ankle.

Pa!

Jason twisted his body and forcefully kicked out, breaking the hand’s wrist and sending it flying. The remaining stump’s flesh and blood had long since rotten, and white maggots struggled to squirm outwards.

Maric stopped, pinched his lips with his right hand, and let out a shrill whistle.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The soil in different parts of the clearing were lifted, and the expressionless corpses sat up.

At the same time, a chilly wind suddenly swirled. Countless transparent shadows seemed to have caught the scent of a bloody feast, and none of them wanted to fall behind as they rushed towards Jason. Some pulled his arms, some pulled his calves, and some even hugged his head.

Jason stopped and grunted.

The shadows flew out, one after another—some of them screamed miserably and disappeared, while others stayed in their original spots, lost.

At almost the same time, Maric and Jason both raised their right hands, thumbs held up beside their forefingers, with their index fingers aiming at each other.

the air between them exploded as black wisps of air

step back, and a few strands of his disheveled hair withered in a blink

understand how to use the power of desire!” Jason

side. As for Steve, the

such a hurry to finish off Maric. Wait for Sharron to come and

his bright red tongue

will look like

turn his head. His face was deathly pale, and there were

blonde hair, exquisite face, and pale

Pa!

both palms and gripped Werewolf Tyre’s neck.

Wraith Sharron had attacked!

bulge like a water pipe. It grew strands of stiff

whites as his red

his right hand had accurately reached into his

clearing, together with the warehouses, suddenly lit up as crimson moonlight

and a figure in a small, soft hat appeared

that was both smug and cruel. His right hand took out a

was a dark red accessory that constantly emitted a serene luster. Shaped like a full moon, it had crimson rubies embedded along its circumference. In the

her eyes instinctively and retreated two steps back.

limply to the ground, her

accessory high up into the air, laughing as he gasped

to counterattack. And Sharron, your target for possession would definitely be Jason,

is

had expected… It seems like I can only choose the best opportunity to strike myself… Klein

attack. He knew that the longer the effects of the Scarlet Lunar Corona lasted, the weaker Sharron would become, and the more Maric

eyes, which usually had a hint of savagery and

indulging in his desires, so he didn’t feel any pain. Instead, he felt a thirst for

Gasp!

out a low, inhuman growl from his throat. His exposed skin

and used her left hand to remove the black glove that she wore on her right palm. Jason happened to lunge at her, and a thin layer of ice covered

of light burst forth from

lady to form a bronze door, which was

door swung open with a

hands or arms covered in teeth or bloody, skinless

pairs of eyes were hidden in the darkness behind the door,

by smooth and incorporeal tentacles! These tentacles

and laughing as they tried to drag Zombie Jason behind the

his thoughts were completely controlled by his bloodlust

Gasp!

intensified, and layers of frost immediately appeared on the worrisome-looking arm. The dark-green vines that protruded from