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.

as

back, and a few strands of his disheveled hair withered in a blink of an eye and fluttered

you’re still so weak. You still don’t understand how to use the power of desire!” Jason said with a low, hoarse

for Steve, the Sequence 5 Beyonder in charge of the operation, was nowhere to

hurry to finish off Maric. Wait for Sharron to come and save him, Lord Steve is about to arrive,” Werewolf Tyre

red tongue

Sharron will look like when she

he could finish his sentence, he suddenly saw Jason turn his head. His face was deathly pale, and there were two identical figures

dress, light blonde hair, exquisite face, and pale

Pa!

palms and gripped Werewolf Tyre’s neck. The creaking sound of

Wraith Sharron had attacked!

strands of stiff black hair and briefly resisted

eyes gradually rolled backward, showing its whites as his red tongue hung out and sticky

right hand had accurately reached into his pocket. He had

warehouses, suddenly lit up as crimson

Tyre’s neck began to weaken, and a figure in a small,

was both smug and cruel. His right hand took out

rubies embedded along its circumference. In the middle

instinctively and retreated

no longer seemed capable of supporting her weight. She fell limply to the ground, her black and

round accessory high up into the air, laughing

your target for possession would definitely be Jason, whose Sequence

where is he

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

Werewolf Tyre was in no hurry to attack. He knew that the longer the effects of the Scarlet Lunar Corona lasted, the weaker Sharron would become, and the more Maric would be

a hint of savagery and madness, there was no longer

also affected by the Scarlet Lunar Corona, but he was used to indulging in his desires, so he didn’t feel any

Gasp!

from his

black glove that she wore on her right palm. Jason happened to lunge

endless rays of light burst forth from Sharron’s

of the doll-like lady to form a bronze door, which was covered

swung open with a

arms covered in teeth or bloody, skinless arms, stretched out, crossed the void,

the darkness behind the door, quietly

grabbed by the arms, and he was entangled by smooth and incorporeal tentacles! These tentacles

laughing as they tried to drag Zombie

were completely controlled by his bloodlust and the urge to kill, Jason

Gasp!

the worrisome-looking arm. The dark-green vines that