Lord of the Mysteries

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Klein was alarmed. He instinctively turned his body to the side without exposing his back to Leomaster, who was trembling in horror in the storage room.

He couldn’t be certain that the prisoner wearing a short linen robe wasn’t problematic!

At this moment, the deep redness in the black-armored knight who had the same face as Leomaster brightened drastically. He raised up the gloomy broadsword in his hands.

Bam!

With a step forward, he cleaved forward at a speed that Klein couldn’t capture with his naked eyes.

At the same time, Klein, who was standing to the side of him, subconsciously raised the Sea God Scepter and made the blue gems at its tip light up simultaneously.

Whoosh!

A corporeal hurricane appeared out of thin air as it swirled around Klein, protecting him within the eye of the hurricane.

Whoosh! The black streams of light carved its way over as layer after layer of the strong winds dissipated, scattering in every direction, causing the entire hall to tremble.

Boom!

Under the black broadsword, the hurricane produced an explosive boom and was reduced to a surging wave that flooded the entire region. It lifted up all the junk into the air.

The intense collision clearly shook the dream as Klein felt his mind go adrift. He couldn’t help but roll twice.

Plop!

He fell from his bed to the floor, the fall causing him to open his eyes.

That Saint of Darkness is really powerful… Or should I say that I’ve never used the Sea God Scepter in the real world, so I’m unable to replicate its full might in the dream… Wait! It’s still night! Klein suddenly noticed a problem.

At that moment, the midday sunlight wasn’t beaming in from the windows!

His awakening was due to the intense struggle in the dream, not due to a natural occurrence!

That also meant that he needed to sleep immediately; otherwise, he might very well disappear in the dark night, never to be found again!

right hand to the ground, flipping

imagined the stacked spherical lights and quickly entered

the dark

rather ancient architecture. It was completely black in color. There wasn’t a bell

There are bread shops with hanging signboards and grayish-white mills using waterwheels for power…

mirage? The source of the danger at night? All the people who disappeared had lost their minds and went somewhere? Klein woke

made himself concentrate. He retrieved the Sea

that he was in an intense battle with the Saint of Darkness

light shone into Klein’s eyes as

full-bodied armor, nor was it Leomaster, who was dressed in a short linen robe. Instead, he was facing a floor-to-ceiling window that faced the setting

clean and revealed an indescribable sense of

their original wooden colors and black high-back chairs. Further away were rows of bookshelves with all kinds of

a certain area? Klein carefully observed his surroundings and confirmed that it

Scepter and first came to the

the opulent buildings that covered the opposite mountain peak. The huge palaces, magnificent steeples, and the towering city

Klein still held his breath, quietly

walls of the black cloister and the withered trees

inside the black cloister? Klein retracted his gaze in thought as he walked to

what happened between the Saint of Darkness and Leomaster in his previous

the bookshelves, Klein discovered that the books placed on

and Inner Universe… These are all books on mysticism… Klein carefully reached out and took out

he knew most of the content, but there was a small portion which he had never

confirmed that this isn’t from my dream… Ma’am Hermit’s? The knowledge that pursues her and is injected into her has been conjured in this black cloister? Klein had no desire to explore beyond where he was. He held the Book

study even in dreams! As he lampooned, he took out a pen and paper as he wrote and

light suddenly bloomed

felt warmth

read a few pages and planned to speed read it before using dream divination to recall them… Klein sat up, frustrated. He felt like he had lost a good opportunity to study. This was because he couldn’t determine if he would be randomly placed in the black cloister’s

his hair, wore his cap, and went to the deck. As he observed his surroundings, he recalled

black cloister as well. Yes, it might be underground. In other words, the Saint

me not to attempt exploring

That dream was a little strange. Also, that full-body mirror was very magical and sinister. It

Klein began to find examples from his past

was called relying on

Terror Candle in Backlund and helped