Lord of the Mysteries

Suddenly, Klein had a familiar feeling. It felt like every tree, every leaf, every rock, every blade of grass wanted him dead.

Upon seeing the rubbish comprising of fragments and paper lunge at him in a strange web, his body suddenly collapsed into a paper figurine.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

The arrow-like branches impaled the paper figurines and landed into the distance. As for the strange net, it immediately enveloped everything within into a ball as it gently squirmed.

Klein’s body appeared to the side about eight meters away. He knew that the attack he was worried about had finally descended upon him.

He didn’t make any observations or show any hesitation. Raising his right palm, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the adventurer’s harmonica.

The situation he had encountered had made him realize that the attacker was likely a demigod from the Rose School of Thought. It was an enemy he was currently unable to defend against!

The one who had been pursuing Sharron back then gave him a similar feeling!

At this moment, the paper figurines in his pocket suddenly flew out as they plastered over his face, one after another, layer after layer!

At the same time, Klein’s sleeves automatically tightened as they bound both his arms, preventing his palms from reaching down.

His Taraba shirt and brown jacket were tightening like a bear giving him a hug!

In seconds, he was bound on the spot by his clothes, trousers, and shoes. His face was covered with paper figurines, as his ribs were on the brink of fracturing. He found it abnormally difficult to breathe.

Klein was mentally prepared and was equipped with rich combat experience, so he didn’t panic. His right thumb and middle finger, which weren’t affected, touched each other as he snapped his fingers.

At his ham, scarlet flames immediately soared up, burning the tightly-bound trousers clean before spreading upwards and downwards.

Seizing this opportunity, Klein bent his knees and jumped up with great difficulty, like a cannonball that weakly fell to the ground moments after being launched, as he lunged to his right.

In midair, he snapped his fingers again. This time, the sleeve by the right arm joint was ignited!

As for the spot where he was originally standing, the green weeds suddenly withered as the blackened ground suddenly turned white as if it had been weathered by the elements.

This attack was silent and deadly, without any forewarning. Klein knew that his enemy was powerful and that staying in the same spot would likely result in him suffering an attack he couldn’t resist; therefore, he first removed the influence on his legs. If he hadn’t done so, he would’ve already been heavily injured and lose his ability to do combat. He might’ve even perished.

With a smacking sound, two spots around Klein’s sleeves ignited. His right palm finally had the freedom to move as he reached into his pocket and grabbed the adventurer’s harmonica.

Plop!

stopped himself with his right hand to bounce up. His left palm

his target was the paper figurines that were plastered over his face to prevent

Pa!

the scarlet tongues of fire burned Klein’s

scene suddenly

was speeding right for his head like

its speed, it was translucent itself, making it usually

late. This was because his clothes were still

his mind as he barely bent his back, his upper

Oof!

cold ice arrow struck his left chest, instantly shattering the brown jacket and white round-collar shirt which were located there as they scattered into

because in its way was a book with

it was bound into a book with commonly seen yellowish-brown goatskin, but it didn’t shatter like

Groselle’s Travels!

even the Sea God Scepter’s Lightning Storm imbued with some powers of the mysterious space had failed to

of “I see you” gave Klein such a fright that he undoubtedly reinforced his protective countermeasures. He prepared every method he could

pocket had the iron cigar case which stored the influence of the corrupted True Creator. Once things went bad, he would dispel the wall of spirituality, throw out the item, and see if it would draw the attention of the True Creator. He hoped that “He” would send his powerful subordinates

like the

while somersaulting to the side. He then brought the adventurer’s harmonica to his lips and blew

little black due to the burning of the paper figurines, but due

left arm, waist, thighs, neck, and legs were

blew the harmonica, he quickly activated his Spirit Vision. He saw Miss Messenger walk out of the void

the heads grunted as it opened its mouth and

figure was forcibly pulled out from a green

as he rapidly

Reinette Tinekerr, his brows pricked up.

holding had opened its mouth as well, as though

happened inside

his head to look at Klein who had yet to react in time when a figure with white, thin hair and

lost control over his body. All he could do was watch the white-haired

them opened its mouth as it drew in air, while the other’s red eyes turned dark

white, thin hair being forcefully pulled out from his body before Miss Messenger’s head with the long teeth that bit at

as it leaped to a spot with a

eyes of animals, the dew on plants, etc. Finally, he was able to catch a breather, and still, Klein was feeling a little stiff