Lord of the Mysteries

Kacha!

Kircheis only half-turned his body as the cup of beer hit the round table beside him, smashing to pieces.

Amidst the gunfire, he didn’t attempt to dodge, as though he had instinctively seen through the illusion. It was as though he had a spring installed in him as he bounced to the forefront amongst the gamblers and alcoholics who were crouched down or scattered. His gaze was locked onto the cold adventurer wearing a suit by the door.

Gehrman Sparrow… Kircheis’s pupils constricted as he opened his mouth and chanted the Language of Foulness that stemmed from the Abyss.

At this moment, Klein truly pulled the trigger as a pale golden bullet that appeared to be scooped out of boiling-hot water shot out, going straight for the “Slaughterer” who had a bounty of 9,500 pounds.

However, all Kircheis did was gently lift his right hand and spread his fingers to produce a light blue flame in his palm. Then, he grabbed the bullet in an unimaginable manner.

The bullet entered a “cage” as the light blue flames solidified. Following that, the bullet emitted sunlight, just enough of it to neutralize everything.

Two figures stood up beside Kircheis, one of them was a short-haired woman wielding dual pistols, and the other was a boorish man in boxing gloves.

Clearly, Kircheis didn’t come to Toscarter’s pier in search for supplies alone. Or it should be said that he definitely had partners he knew here!

Three Beyonders… Kircheis might even be a Sequence 5… At that moment, Klein nearly blurted out something along the lines of “sorry, my bad.”

One couldn’t make any preparations when attacking a Devil, relying on complete chance. Furthermore, there couldn’t be any hesitation; otherwise, the Devil would immediately detect the ill intent and danger.

However, under such situations, it was truly hard to tell who held the advantage in such situations!

Klein didn’t hesitate to turn around while holding his revolver. Then, he agilely dashed for the staircase leading to the bar’s second story amidst the crowd and above the crouching alcoholics.

Just as he dashed in, a light blue fireball smashed into the side of the staircase before instantly exploding.

Boom!

A tiny part of the bottom of the staircase collapsed as the bar began to tremble. The strong smell of sulfur spread.

Kircheis and his two companions didn’t delay as they jumped across the first few steps of the staircase in fervent pursuit of Gehrman Sparrow.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Klein ran for the second story, and midway, he quickly began his examination of the corresponding Spirit Body Threads.

empty room without any humans. He turned around, took a step, and was about to enter the door before jumping off the

up to the second story, and upon seeing this scene, they tacitly split up. The former continued the

waiting

his body as his left black-gloved hand grabbed

gloves continued their actions without detecting any abnormalities. They

“separate and intercept” had allowed Klein to use the Baron

was enough time for Klein to fight

the ground, rolling inside the building and avoiding the light blue fireball which Kircheis kept shooting

originally was wavered as though it had

on the heels of that, Kircheis rapidly lunged forward, entering the rather

Gehrman Sparrow adeptly somersaulting and jumping without fighting him head-on while also controlling his emotions very well, Slaughterer immediately opened his mouth and used

all the objects inside seemed to calm down. Klein’s somersaulting actions slowed

his target as he followed up with another word of the

“Die!”

he stood rooted on the spot and gradually turned faint and thin,

top hat and black double-breasted frock suit. He reached out his black-gloved hand, grabbed the handle, and shut the

Creak!

outside vanished as the room seemed to stand out

Kircheis’s body

three meters tall. His skin appeared dark, but it was dark black and sinister. Goat horns filled with countless mysterious patterns grew on his head as a pair of bat wings on his

Sou! Sou! Sou!

fireballs shot out in unison, blanketing the region around the door. At the same time, the redness in Kircheis’s eyes bloomed as he said with the extremely corruptive words of the Devil,

was also an area of

filled up as Klein clenched his left hand, which wore a sinister and noble glove, and quickly did a

their trajectories and

in the room undulated. The seal created by the power of Distortion suffered an intense blow

sulfur spread. Klein’s body suddenly bent down as his body was covered in a layer of clearly sticky

Bang!

exploded, turning into torn pieces of

that, he surfaced on the other side, his skin a clear dark shade.

his Paper Figurine Substitutes to a certain extent, inflicting damage to a certain degree via an unavoidable influence. And

upon their first encounter, Klein had “given” Kircheis a cup of beer, completing the Bribe; therefore attacks and control effects directed

had dealt to Gehrman Sparrow. Just as he pulled out a long blade formed entirely of flames, and before he could unleash his speed and strength in a fervent attack, he saw his opponent’s left hand’s

blinding streaks of lightning tore out