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.

immediately and ran out the door without any

Tap! Tap! Tap!

he was 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

weren’t going as he wished, the old priest’s belly

down, it was soaked by

last, the old priest moved. With heavy but swift steps, he attempted to catch up

the door, and the colossal figure slammed onto

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

who had been waiting for this opportunity, stopped and turned

his eyes, straightened his back,

from the sky, pounding the old

over his body had ignited, and his grayish-black skin and flesh fell to

Klein made out what the

swelling was intense, especially in several areas, forming the complete outline of two eyes and a

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

Bang!

the black serpent skin, causing him to be thrown backwards from

his body was covered in hideous wounds caused by

tentacles flailed in the air, bringing with them silver lightning as they lashed at Klein from

twirling around with his opponent. He would go in the

shrieking again and again. Occasionally, he would let out a roar and use a Wraith’s shriek to agitate the old priest,

been keeping his hands down, suddenly raised

with his arm, forcefully tearing the silhouette

a dense array of sharp

towards the mouth, forming the terrifying whirlpool that Kalvetua had previously

sucked in, and the

glove on his left palm quickly transformed, looking as if it was made

in midair, he stared at the “face” on the old priest’s abdomen and the seawater

Interrogator’s Psychic Piercing!

abdomen wrinkled, and the terrifying suction force from

waves that were rushing backwards, Klein lowered his body and swam through the weak spots like a fish, dodging the random flailing

to the old priest’s side amidst the constantly flashing silver lightning, and at some point in time, the color of his gloves had changed to a pale

back bulged as he threw out two punches, striking the old priest’s

Bang! Bang! Bang!

blood splattered from the cold-emitting punches. His right leg was covered in a thin layer of frost, and the

a Zombie’s control over

retracted his whip-like tentacles, illuminating

and stopped just in time. He continuously somersaulted backwards, avoiding the

frozen in place, the glove on his left palm once again glowed