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

Clang! Clang! The bouncers in the basement threw away their weapons, either running to a corner and shrinking into a ball, or they were trembling on

lightning. In his fear,

was a Psychiatrist’s Awe, also known as Dragon’s Might

only crowd

figure didn’t stop. In a few steps,

to be lost in extreme horror, suddenly raised his head and swung

fully trusted his Clown’s intuition for danger. He immediately bent

Wormtongue Mithor suddenly raised his head. His brown eyes were dark and clear, without any sense of

had shaken off the

was something that

Bang!

muscles bulged as he bent his back and threw a punch that resembled a cannonball.

Creak!

connected threw up pulverized bricks. Quickly, a huge hole that seemed

punch was far stronger than a

flashed behind him. His body straightened up again as his glove seemed to be covered

flashes of lightning as

Interrogator’s Psychic Piercing!

“Ah!”

he didn’t fall to the ground. He rolled as

Piercing, but he felt ice-cold metal at his forehead. He saw the cold

a second, it was enough for Klein to raise his right

Bang!

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

collapsed backward, leaning against the

the 1st of February 1350, Wormtongue Mithor

the door to the basement.

Mithor King down

might suddenly charge out from inside, he opened up his palm and aimed it at Wormtongue

Grazing the Black Death’s third mate. He believed that he was definitely someone with heinous crimes to his name. Firstly, he was once a subordinate of Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos, and the deceased pirate admiral had once massacred an entire 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

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