Lord of the Mysteries

One syllable after another of distorted, incomprehensible, jarring, and indecipherable words slowly spewed out of Klein’s mouth. It made the hurricane produced by the bronze door’s terrifying suction force to instantly calm down, cloaking the already dim surroundings with a deeper gloom.

Only at this moment did he know that the Beyonder power which Admiral Hell Ludwell had just used was known as the Language of the Dead. It could circumvent the protection of one’s flesh and blood, so as to target the Spirit Body.

It belonged to an advancement in a Spirit Medium’s powers. It could go from direct communication with spirits to that of commandeering, to the point of enslavement!

Living creatures were unable to understand the resounding language. Ludwell couldn’t help but freeze on the spot. A transparent layer rapidly surfaced on his pirate captain attire.

His spirit was being tugged at by an illusory power!

At this moment, the black, square-shaped ring on Ludwell’s left index finger produced a faint glow.

The minute portion of his Spirit Body which had been forcefully drawn out had returned to his body as the two fused back into one.

Ding!

With his right hand, Ludwell drew the thin rapier hanging by his waist.

It was iron-black in color, and its tip gathered the surrounding light, turning into a dark point.

Admiral Hell suddenly took a step forward and with vigorous wind currents, he suddenly closed the distance between him and Klein. Immediately, he thrust out the rapier in his hand at lightning speed!

The bronze door which was covered with mysterious patterns remained standing erected in its original spot. It didn’t vanish because of Ludwell’s retracting of his left hand and subsequent actions. This was different from the similar-looking ability that Miss Sharron had previously cast using a mystical item.

Oof!

The black rapier pierced through Klein in an unavoidable manner.

Klein’s figure rapidly crumpled into a piece of paper. Its surface turned yellow and dry, as though it had been weathered for thousands of years.

The hurricane brought about by the bronze door completely pulverized the paper figurine.

In midair, Klein jumped out of the darkness as he held a huge handful of charms from the Sea God domain.

“Storm!”

He quickly shouted in ancient Hermes as the tin flakes lit up individually as they sacrificed themselves to Sea God. This also meant that if Klein wished so, he could recycle most of the materials and use it multiple times until the metals could no longer withstand the spirituality.

Whoosh!

Blue wind blades shot out as the surrounding waters sprayed out heavy waves that were as tall as the ship. As Klein didn’t attempt or have the time to distinguish between the different kinds of charms, while these attacks inundated Ludwell, the extraordinary effects also augmented Admiral Hell. He was given augmented effects like Underwater Breathing, underwater mobility, flight, and pressure resistance, none of which were useful at that moment.

Ludwell suddenly opened his mouth and produced a silent screech. He then struck the waves beside him as countless wind blades temporarily froze in midair.

Admiral Hell raised his left hand as the black, square-shaped ring on his index finger

Whoosh!

which exuded an indescribable feeling, instantly swelled as it doubled

door opened up. The already terrifying suction force immediately rose to

door from the air, heading straight for the strange vines and arms

had planned on using the Priest of Light by clashing head-on with the bronze door with Light of Holiness to catch a breather, but he ended up seeing a glaring white

was augmented by the ridiculous suction forces generated by the door. It flew by Klein and smashed at the gap of

Boom!

scattered as they rained down, but all it did was

opportunity

he separated in his pockets immediately lit up as scarlet flames rapidly enveloped his body as

out by the side of the bronze door as Klein leaped

a rather

but he just appeared unaccustomed to

looked up and saw this scene, the pale-white

other powerhouses at the pirate admiral level apart from

and pressed down on his face, surprisingly taking

silence to instantly spread out from the black, square-shaped ring on

and lifted it off the deck and into the

door covered in mysterious patterns fused with the endless silence

there, erect like an entrance to another world,

Creak!

door opened as unspeakable darkness surged out and enveloped the Black

Klein didn’t focus on his attacks as he quickly took out the

swept over and lifted him above the Black

pull of the darkness, the gigantic sailboat steered into the bronze door, ten meters a

into the sky. His face was blanketed by the pale-white luster, preventing anyone from

Hood. He seemed to make a mental note of these two hunters, but he didn’t make any further attempts

taken aback as he didn’t hesitate to throw out the burning-white

shot straight at Ludwell, but once it entered

escape? How decisive… Klein was first stunned before

and about to enter another world with no way to stop them, Klein threw a matchstick and

stern where the undead creatures were fighting for Azik’s copper whistle. This item which kept changing

surfaced there and grabbed

preparations that he had made for

such as the matchsticks being pulled away by the undead creatures, he had also coated the copper whistle with an easily flammable

Pa!

retract his hand that grabbed the copper whistle. He immediately snapped

rotting, pale, or illusory