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!

himself with his right hand to bounce up. His left palm which wore a human-skinned glove snapped

paper figurines that were plastered over his

Pa!

as the scarlet tongues of fire

scene suddenly flashed in

and was speeding right for

its speed, it was translucent itself, making it usually impossible to

little too late. This was because his clothes were still affecting his

he barely bent his back, his upper torso was bent backward,

Oof!

struck his left chest, instantly shattering the brown jacket and white

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

goatskin, but it didn’t shatter like the two pieces of clothing. There wasn’t even a hole pricked

Groselle’s Travels!

Scepter’s Lightning Storm imbued with

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

his vital spot, his other 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

that even evil gods like the True Creator hated the Mother

the ice arrow, Klein fell to the ground while somersaulting to the side. He then brought the adventurer’s harmonica to his lips and blew

his face was turning a little black due to the burning of

that the clothes on his left arm, waist, thighs, neck, and

quickly activated his Spirit Vision. He saw Miss Messenger walk out of the void with four blonde,

heads grunted as it opened its mouth

as a figure was forcibly pulled out from a

to maintain his difficult-to-detect state as he

the people of the Southern Continent. Just as his brown eyes reflected Reinette Tinekerr, his brows pricked up. Then, he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth as though he was about to deliver an extreme

holding had opened its mouth as well, as though it was making a

that, nothing happened inside

who had yet to react in time when a figure with white, thin hair

body. All he could do was watch the white-haired elder vanish as he turned to

drew in air, while the

hair being forcefully pulled out from his body before Miss Messenger’s head with the long teeth that bit at his shoulder, tearing out an object that

leaped to a spot with a glass fragment a

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