Lord of the Mysteries

Senor obviously wasn’t going to bet that the item thrown by his opponent didn’t pose a threat. He immediately dodged far away, allowing the iron cigar case which was sealed by a wall of spirituality to fall to the ground.

Then, he opened his mouth once again and produced a Shriek.

A roar that seemed to come from the depths of his own Spirit Body made Klein experience excruciating pain in his head. Even though he often suffered from the ravings of existences like the True Creator and Mr. Door, and was rather resistant towards such attacks, it was impossible for him to not pause momentarily. He felt his nose burning as though a capillary had burst.

However, with his resistance combined together with Bribe, the effects were reduced. It made his momentary pause only last for an instant, and this was something Senor had no idea of knowing.

Therefore, Klein pretended as though he hadn’t recovered as he revealed his weak state, waiting for the enemy to fall into his trap.

In an ordinary battle, as a Wraith was able to jump through mirror-like mediums, making it impossible to determine that location ahead of time, it made it impossible to maintain a five-meter distance from his opponent, even if he created flames and repeatedly used it to achieve phasing. It caused his Spirit Body Threads controlling ability to be disrupted momentarily after there were any significant effects.

For this, he planned on taking a little risk. He made his opponent fall for a trap he planned, so as to quickly end the battle and escape to the cliff.

Seeing his target appear dazed due to the repeated Shrieks, Senor didn’t hesitate to make his aura turn deep.

Admiral of Blood’s contracted figure rapidly appeared in Klein’s eyes in an abnormally clear manner.

This wasn’t a reflection of the world, but two tiny figures seemingly coming to life in his eyes!

When the Wraith’s possession was almost close to completion, Klein, with his tattered and charred clothes, unhurriedly extended his left palm as though he was gesturing “please” as a polite gentleman.

Creeping Hunger maintained its sinister and noble blackness as it forcefully distorted Admiral of Blood’s target.

Due to the Freezing halo from before, there was frost and crystalline bodies everywhere around them. All of them were equivalent to a mirror surface!

On the thin ice, Senor with his triangular hat had appeared there, his expression was as though he was at a loss.

At that moment, Creeping Hunger switched to a deep black state as Klein said a word filled with foulness, a word that came from the Devil language:

Slow!

Just as he was about to use the mirror surfaces to phase away, Senor instantly froze. His figure involuntarily outlined itself as his body turned extremely rigid. His attempts had failed.

As there was no way to repeatedly use Slow, Klein made his left glove turn pale as it was tinged with a slightly dark green color.

Zombie!

The sealing caused by the frost on the ground had once again exacerbated as they rapidly spread to Senor’s side as they began to spread from his toes to turn him into a completed ice sculpture.

let his guard down or waste any time. He

his eyes were hidden away as two blinding silver bolts of lightning shot out from the innermost depths of his

Interrogator’s Psychic Piercing!

state, Senor’s fusion of spirit and flesh typically wouldn’t be significantly affected. He could even cause the attack to backfire on his opponent. However, having

had penetrated it as it twisted. The pain spread through his body as he

prepared to make continuous leaps to open up a distance, the cold adventurer opposite him opened

Slow!

sluggish and impeded once again. Then, without any surprises,

escaped again, the black-haired, brown-eyed Gehrman Sparrow opened his mouth a third

Slow!

as he reeled in despair before finding himself stuck

place three

Lethal Attacks. But his past failures had told him that his enemy had a mystical item that allowed him to be lucky. An overly

he decided to gradually proceed in the

Rose School of Thought demigod, he controlled Senor’s Spirit Body Threads, and he slowly reached the

Two

as though

Hunger again. He continued deepening his

I… can’t… let… this… continue… Thoughts slowly moved through Senor’s mind as a translucent icicle condensed in front of

gloomy green as though it was showing

witnessed his opponent’s series of slow actions, he unhurriedly retracted his left hand and took out Groselle’s Travels

Sou!

Klein’s chest, but it suddenly

slowed down significantly, the “order” received by the icicle had only happened when it was almost reaching Klein. This made the sudden change insufficient to catch Klein

expression turned pale again. After a few seconds of thought, he slowly opened his mouth in an attempt

prepared himself, Klein

“Bang!”

throwing his head

by bit, to the point of losing his reason and

that moment, a shrill, sharp infant’s cry sounded

was being clasped tightly by an invisible hand, making him momentarily lose his senses of his surroundings, including the Spirit Body Threads. His

large-sized baby, which was black, swollen, and wrinkled, that appeared to have stormed out of the water had escaped its

long and thin, and there was only an irregular hole on his face. Circling the

body had an additional wound that was obvious and deep. It was a piercing wound that went through the black

demigod appeared, he stopped dodging or escaping. He began screaming like crazy, letting out infantile screams. It made Klein and Senor fall into a painful

the void as they opened