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!

he immediately stopped himself with his right hand

time, his target was the paper figurines that were plastered over

Pa!

burned up as the scarlet tongues of fire burned

moment, a scene suddenly

was speeding right for his head

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

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

he barely bent his back, his upper torso was bent

Oof!

jacket and white round-collar shirt which were located there as

this lethal ice arrow didn’t continue heading forward. This was because in its

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

Groselle’s Travels!

Storm imbued with some

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

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

gods like the True Creator hated the Mother

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

moment, his face was turning a little black due to the burning

the clothes on his left arm, waist, thighs, neck, and legs were restored to normal, giving him newfound

He saw Miss Messenger walk out of

the heads grunted as it opened its mouth and began drawing in

pulled out from a green tree a hundred meters

as he rapidly turned

the wrinkled elder with white, thin hair. His facial features had the traits of 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

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

nothing happened inside

Shanks saw this, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Klein who had yet to react in time when a figure with white, thin hair and exaggerated wrinkles appeared

impeded, he had lost control over his body. All he could do was watch the white-haired elder vanish as he turned to

mouth as it drew in air, while the other’s red eyes turned dark as its teeth turned long and sharp, phasing between

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 appeared both like

leaped to a spot with a glass fragment a

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