Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 599

Bang!

The brass bullet traversed past half the bar, flying straight for Wormtongue Mithor King’s body.

But just as it was about to hit him, Mithor’s brown eyes suddenly turned dark.

The bullet made a turn, and its trajectory was thrown upwards slightly as it accurately hit a glass cup filled with golden beer.

Amidst a loud noise, the glass instantly shattered, splashing beer everywhere.

At the same time, Mithor grabbed a cup from a customer, extended his arm, and threw it at Klein.

What’s the point of that? Klein only dodged slightly to allow the glass cup to miss him, shattering onto the wall.

At this moment, Wormtongue Mithor immediately lunged forward and rolled, heading for the entrance to the basement. He attempted entry in order to get help or escape via a secret path.

He had initially confirmed that the unknown and crazy adventurer was the assassin, who had disguised as Helene and boarded the Black Death, targeting Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy.

Furthermore, his series of actions, which had nearly succeeded, told him that in a one-on-one situation, he wasn’t a match for him!

This was a powerhouse at the pirate admiral level!

Tap! Tap! Tap! Klein quickly chased after Wormtongue Mithor.

He was fast and agile. Despite being inside the chaotic bar, he didn’t step onto anyone.

Seeing that the bouncers in the basement were coming with revolvers in hand and how Mithor King was about to enter the basement with bouncers in the bar approaching, Klein didn’t hesitate. He suddenly clenched his left hand.

The black glove was instantly covered with dense dark golden scales. His dark brown irises turned pale and became vertical.

Right on the heels of that, an invisible wave surged outwards with him as its epicenter.

In the areas where the wave passed, the customers who were holding their heads down turned limp or trembled. The military contact, Oz Kent, also clearly lost his sense of reason, as though he had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world. All he wanted to do was to escape.

bouncers who had approached were no different. Extreme horror gripped their hearts as they ran around aimlessly, making the situation turn even more

corner and shrinking into a

struck by lightning. In his fear,

Awe, also known

Klein’s only crowd

moment, Klein’s rapidly approaching figure didn’t stop. In a few steps, he

Mithor, who looked to be lost in extreme horror, suddenly raised

trusted his Clown’s intuition for

at the same time, Wormtongue Mithor suddenly raised his head. His brown eyes were

moment in time, he had shaken off the effects of

was something that

Bang!

resembled a cannonball.

Creak!

bricks. Quickly, a huge hole that

punch was

him. His body straightened up again as

up with two flashes of lightning as they

Interrogator’s Psychic Piercing!

“Ah!”

didn’t fall to the ground. He

of Psychic Piercing, but he felt ice-cold metal at his forehead. He saw the cold and thin adventurer pull

was enough for Klein to raise his right arm and place the revolver’s barrel

Bang!

throat as a picture seemingly formed of blood and white material

vanished as Mithor collapsed backward, leaning against the wall before sliding

of February 1350, Wormtongue

around at the chaotic bar and closed the door to the basement. He chained the door with the existing

and dragged Mithor King down a

who might suddenly charge out from inside, he opened up his

ship. He was a rather coldblooded person. It was simply obvious from what the Red Glove Nightmare inside Creeping Hunger had encountered. Secondly, Mithor was working for Vice Admiral Ailment, which was equivalent to working for the Demoness Sect. It

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