Lord of the Mysteries

In the ruins that was filled with seawater and was half fused with the spirit world, Klein stood at the door of the central hall, wearing full body black armor. Inside was the the gigantic blue serpent’s body that was being mutilated for food and the old priest with his bulging stomach.

The latter’s skin was a grayish-black, as though it had become dessicated from prolonged exposure to the wind. His eyes flickered with an azure-blue glow as he stared intently at the “guest” who wore a black crown, as though he was considering where he should start his meal from.

Without any hesitation, Klein reached into his body with his right hand and took out a brown translucent bottle.

Then, he stretched out his left palm and quickly unscrewed the lid before casually flinging the Biological Poison Bottle to a corner of the hall.

In this environment, which was half submerged under the sea, other than Fire of Light which could consume the undead and evil, no other flames could exist; thus, it also limited two important powers of Klein’s Magician Sequence. Therefore, he could only push his other advantages to the limit right from the very beginning.

At the same time as when he threw out the Biological Poison Bottle, Klein’s left glove quickly became resplendent, as if he was reflecting the light of the noon sun.

Around his body, the undulating seawater was stained with a golden color as it spread outwards, layer after layer.

This was the Priest of Light’s power from the Creeping Hunger, Light of Purification!

The old priest who had eaten part of Sea God Kalvetua’s body was certainly not civilized and polite enough to just watch Klein prepare for battle in a chivalrous manner. The blue light in his eyes suddenly bloomed, and his bloated belly once again swelled.

Howl!

An ethereal, yet mournful sound came from his body, instantly covering the entire ruins.

This voice was like the song of a nightingale, beautiful and also melodious at the same time. It was also cold and bone-piercing, one that penetrated right to the soul.

Klein was frozen in place. Similarly, all his thoughts seemed like they had been blasted by extremely cold waves and instantly froze.

The old priest’s body swelled up in an instant, as if he was a resurrected Kalvetua or a giant that had walked out of a mythical legend.

One after another, blue slippery tentacles, all surrounded by silver lightning, emerged from under his ripped robe. They shot out and danced in the air, striking the stunned Klein.

Sizzle!

With a burst of silver light, Klein was sent flying before falling heavily at the doorway. The black armor on his body dimmed instantly and cracked, and he had subconsciously thrown the cane in his hand far away.

His mind remained abnormally calm. In a situation where he was almost frozen, he didn’t even have the thought of using Paper Figurine Substitutes and had ended up taking on the blow head-on.

If it weren’t for the Dark Emperor card and Azik’s copper whistle which were simultaneously reinforcing his Spirit Body, with him essentially being a Sequence 6, he would’ve been seriously injured and even killed instantly.

The tentacles surged over again and struck down.

Klein, who was jolted awake by the electricity, agilely somersaulted away, barely dodging the attack.

ran out the door without any hesitation. It was a determined and decisive

Tap! Tap! Tap!

pathetically fleeing for his life, the old priest’s silver-lightning enshrouded blue tentacles were chasing him from behind in a bid to pull him back into the hall, but Klein would nimbly change direction, dodging with his agile movements and timely

wished, the old priest’s belly expanded once again,

and bogged down, it was soaked by the seawater before turning

moved. With heavy but swift steps,

to the door, and the colossal figure slammed

large enough for a creature like Kalvetua to pass through, but the collapse of the ruins and the madness of this Sea God before its death had caused the place to collapse. The collapsed rubble left the door with an opening that was two meters tall and one meter wide. As for the old priest whose mind was clearly abnormal, he

for this opportunity, stopped

his eyes, straightened his back,

from the sky, pounding the old priest’s

of his robe that hung over his body had ignited, and his grayish-black skin and flesh fell to the ground in chunks, melting and evaporating under

then that Klein made out what the oddity in

areas, forming the complete outline of two

there was someone hiding inside the old priest’s stomach, putting their face there in an attempt

Bang!

exerted strength with his legs which were covered by the black serpent skin, causing him to be thrown backwards from the collapsed door. Rocks were sent flying and the

his body was covered in hideous wounds caused by the collapse of his flesh. Even his “face”

at Klein from all directions. The “face” at his abdomen would occasionally make

or calmly twirling around with his opponent. He would go in the opposite direction when his opponent headed

yet cold shrieking again and again. Occasionally, he would let out a roar and use a Wraith’s shriek to agitate the old priest, forcefully interrupting the “face” in his

passed, second by second, and the crazy, old priest who had been keeping his hands down, suddenly raised them

his arm, forcefully tearing the

it as a dense array of sharp

roar, the seawater around him gushed towards the mouth, forming the terrifying whirlpool that Kalvetua

Dark Emperor, was sucked in, and

panic, and the glove on his left palm quickly transformed, looking as if it was made of

on the old priest’s abdomen and the seawater whirlpool below him. His eyes

Interrogator’s Psychic Piercing!

priest suddenly froze as the “face” in his abdomen wrinkled, and the terrifying suction force from the

through the weak spots like a fish,

priest’s side amidst the constantly flashing silver lightning, and at some point

punches, striking the old

Bang! Bang! Bang!

was covered in a thin layer of frost,

Zombie’s control over

out in pain, he retracted his whip-like tentacles,

and stopped just in time. He continuously somersaulted backwards, avoiding the crazy attack that scorched the stone slabs on the

and while the old priest was still frozen in place, the glove on his left palm once again glowed with the color of