Lord of the Mysteries

Beyond the window, the glass greenhouse reflected the pale light of the sun, and the bright roses stood out even in the thin fog.

In the bedroom, Duke Negan seemed to have recovered the feeling of following his father and elders around the vast lands when he was young, riding a horse, using a hound, and chasing a wild beast.

Finally, he climaxed and the surroundings seemed to become abnormally quiet.

At this moment, his mind suddenly buzzed once. He felt as if the pleasure and comfort he was feeling had suddenly exploded one after another. It continued exploding without end or limit, again and again.

Duke Negan’s waist kept shaking, and his eyes were blank, his brain having lost its train of thought.

His heart began to beat violently in an unbearable manner, like a steam boiler whose pressure had gone beyond its limits. It could blow up at any time, and hot steam could gush out at any moment.

If it were an ordinary person or a Beyonder who wasn’t physically strong, they would’ve suffered a heart attack, a massive cerebral hemorrhage, and die on the spot. But Duke Negan ultimately managed to ride through the attack. Only his eyes were unfocused, and saliva was flowing out the corner of his mouth before he weakly slumped onto his mistress.

The Wind-blessed and the duke’s secretary, who were onguard on both sides of the room, simultaneously sensed the strange and mysterious smell of spirituality. The former’s body was suddenly surrounded by a violent wind, sweeping him towards the wall, and with a clang, a large hole was blown through the wall as he stepped into the bedroom.

The secretary went straight to the source of the mystery—the attic of the house!

Along the way, he didn’t evade or dodge, but the decorative vases and other objects in the corridor seemed to have found lives of their own and avoided him in ingenious ways.

As he ran up the stairs to the attic, the wooden floorboards seemed to rise, as if to give him a hand.

In just three or four seconds, the refined, handsome, blond young man entered the attic and saw a figure sitting on an old chair.

The figure was covered in a thick black liquid, just like the gathering of all the ugly desires and intense feelings in the depths of a human’s heart. It was the greed of willing to sell and hang oneself by the ropes, the hunger that wouldn’t even spare one’s own kind, and a lust without limits.

This was a devil walking the earth!

The skinny secretary’s expression didn’t change, nor did he attack directly. Instead, he looked at the other party, reached behind him, and politely closed the door.

Bam!

The wooden door of the attic was closed.

The entire room suddenly felt like it had been completely sealed, as if one could never leave the room unless effort was put in to crack the seal.

At this moment, the concept of “closing the door and sealing the room” seemed to have been changed to “seal this place, isolate the outside from the inside!”

The Desire Apostle moved. His body expanded and grew a pair of huge bat wings that emitted light blue tongues of flames.

One by one, fireballs that exuded a strong sulfurous smell were formed, and they bombarded Duke Negan’s blond secretary.

The secretary reached out with his white-gloved left hand and clenched it while half-turning his wrist.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fireballs stopped following the principle of straight or parabolic paths as they scattered in every direction in a sudden outburst of chaos, like the irregular movement of tiny particles suggested by a botanist 1 . Some of them hit the wall, some hit the ceiling, some fell beside the weak-looking secretary, and some fell backward, almost wounding the Desire Apostle himself.

and char everywhere, and the house even shook a few

in here, or the rules that had been tampered with, had yet been destroyed. The surrounding walls, the old wooden

couldn’t control his enemy or catalyze him into a frenzy, due to his calmness and restrained desires. His coffee-brown eyes suddenly lit up like lava as

glasses constricted. He opened his left fist and aimed at the Desire Apostle with the palm of

other was a shadow covered by a black liquid of

“Die!”

in the attic as

large swaths of rusted red marks appeared on his face, as though he had turned into a man of iron

Cough! He coughed violently, spitting out blobs of rusted

marks on his body

Cough! Cough! Cough!

that had clumped and turned to rust. The viscous black liquid covering his entire body suddenly became

of its effects transferred

…

In the bedroom.

to the other side in case she

secretary was because he knew he

had to be wary of

still felt weak.

the conch necklace from his neck

took a deep breath and blew into the

Splash!

deep sound of the tide was heard as it rushed

very soon!” The Wind-blessed first reassured him, and then with Duke Negan on his back, he went to the window and leaped

guards outside; there were two or three Low-Sequence Beyonders

gasped for breath and said, “Catch him, make sure to catch him alive, or with a

know who

unknown Sequence 5 expert. Duke Negan was very aware that he hadn’t developed any irredeemable grudges

the mastermind and use all the resources at his disposal to tear

all this was that he

forward, surrounding Pallas Negan and the Wind-blessed in the middle as they gathered

on guard against

duke and evacuate from the assassination grounds as quickly as possible and rush to the safety of the Holy Wind Cathedral. However, he wasn’t sure if there were any other enemies, and he was afraid of being ambushed en route. He was afraid of missing the reinforcements from Spellsinger of God, Ace Snake,

second, two seconds, three seconds… Time kept flowing by as the house shook from time to time, and the battle inside seemed to have reached

Archbishop not here yet?” the panting Duke Negan

arrived very quickly. However, there weren’t any signs of the thin fog being scattered in

alert, the Wind-blessed hesitantly said,

the possibility that the

beautiful mistress of Duke Negan came to the window of the bedroom on the second floor, her eyes filled with a lost and beautiful

deliberately hitting her head on

Bam!

sound, there were quite a few cracks on her beautiful head, and blood began

times, weakly, until