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!

fell to the ground, rolling as he immediately stopped himself with his right hand to bounce up. His left palm

that were

Pa!

paper figurines burned up as the

scene

was speeding right for his head

translucent itself, making it usually impossible

Klein’s danger premonition was triggered, it was a little too late. This was because his clothes

barely bent his back, his upper torso was

Oof!

struck his left chest, instantly shattering the brown jacket and white round-collar shirt which were located there as

ice arrow didn’t continue heading forward. This was because in its way was a book with

ordinary, and it was bound into a book with commonly seen yellowish-brown goatskin, but it didn’t shatter like the two pieces of clothing. There wasn’t

Groselle’s Travels!

Lightning Storm imbued with

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

he would dispel the wall of spirituality, throw out the item, and see if it

the True Creator hated the Mother Tree

while somersaulting to the side. He then

moment, his face was turning a little black due to the burning of the paper figurines, but

thighs,

Miss Messenger walk out of the void with four blonde, red-eyed heads in hand. They automatically turned and stared

heads grunted as it opened its mouth and began drawing

as a figure was forcibly pulled out from a green

his difficult-to-detect state as

the Southern Continent. Just as his brown eyes reflected Reinette Tinekerr, his brows pricked up. Then, he didn’t hesitate to

the heads which Reinette Tinekerr was holding had opened its mouth

that, nothing happened inside

had yet to react in time when a figure with

instantly turned cold. Although his thoughts weren’t impeded, he had lost control over his body. All he could do was watch

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

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

vanished as it leaped to a spot with

formless hands and enemies. He kept phasing into shallow puddles of water, the eyes of animals, the dew on plants, etc. Finally,