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.

different. Extreme horror gripped their hearts as they ran around aimlessly,

the basement threw away their weapons, either running to a corner and shrinking into a ball, or

by lightning. In his fear, he began running in circles at the

was a Psychiatrist’s Awe, also known as

only crowd control

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

mind. Mithor, who looked to be lost in extreme horror, suddenly raised his head and swung his right fist over, aiming

trusted his Clown’s intuition for danger. He immediately bent down and turned his body

Mithor suddenly raised his head. His brown eyes were dark and clear, without

some moment in time, he had

that

Bang!

that resembled a cannonball. However, he didn’t hit his expected target and

Creak!

that seemed to be

power of the punch was far

this moment, Klein had already flashed behind him. His body straightened up again as his glove seemed to be covered

two flashes of lightning as they

Interrogator’s Psychic Piercing!

“Ah!”

didn’t fall to the ground. He rolled as he grimaced in pain, holding his

soon magically recovered from the pain of Psychic Piercing, but he felt ice-cold metal

Psychic Piercing’s effects could only be maintained for a second, it was enough for

Bang!

half-agape mouth and into his throat as a picture seemingly formed of blood

vanished as Mithor collapsed backward, leaning against the wall

of February 1350,

basement. He chained the door with the existing chains and forcibly made

down and dragged Mithor King down

he was wary of enemies who might suddenly charge out from inside, he opened up his palm and aimed it

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

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