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.

air between them exploded as black wisps

of his disheveled hair withered

You still don’t understand how to use the power of desire!” Jason

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

to come and

his bright red tongue

wonder what Sharron will look like when she has her

sentence, he suddenly saw Jason turn his head. His face was

regal dress, light blonde hair, exquisite face,

Pa!

Tyre’s neck. The creaking sound of bones giving way

Wraith Sharron had attacked!

like a water pipe. It grew strands of stiff black hair and briefly resisted the force that would snap

rolled backward, showing its whites as his red tongue hung out and sticky saliva drooled

into his pocket. He had cracked a

warehouses, suddenly lit up as

began to weaken, and a figure in

both smug and cruel. His right

Shaped like a full moon, it had crimson rubies embedded along its circumference. In the middle was a symbol that symbolized the moon, as well

narrowed her eyes instinctively and retreated two steps back. Her

of supporting her weight. She fell limply to the ground, her black

palm-sized round accessory high up

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

where is

the best opportunity to strike myself… Klein frowned as he heard this, and he forcefully suppressed the anxiety in

that the longer the effects of the Scarlet

hint of savagery and

was used to indulging in his desires, so he didn’t feel any pain. Instead, he felt

Gasp!

his throat. His exposed skin and hair

that she wore on her right palm. Jason happened to lunge at her, and a thin layer of ice covered

light burst forth

form a bronze door, which was covered with

open with a creak and a

teeth or bloody, skinless arms, stretched out, crossed

behind the door, quietly watching the prey

and he was entangled by smooth and incorporeal tentacles! These tentacles were

laughing as they tried to drag Zombie Jason behind

controlled by his bloodlust and the urge to kill,

Gasp!

The dark-green vines that protruded from the babies’ faces emitted painful groans as they continuously dripped with