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.

resistance to the cold, Klein didn’t let his guard down or waste

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

Interrogator’s Psychic Piercing!

to backfire on his opponent. However, having just recovered

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

to make continuous leaps to open up a distance, the cold adventurer opposite him opened his mouth once

Slow!

surprises, he suffered from the two follow-up

escaped again, the black-haired, brown-eyed Gehrman Sparrow opened

Slow!

in despair before finding

in place three times, was

the opportunity to use Death Knell to deliver two or 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 direct and lethal shot might very well

gradually proceed in the proper

ran around Senor to dodge the possible attacks from the Rose School of Thought demigod, he controlled Senor’s Spirit Body Threads, and he slowly reached the state of

Two

thoughts instantly turned sluggish as though every part

again. He continued deepening his control as he began

Senor’s

though it

of slow actions, he unhurriedly retracted his left hand and took

Sou!

finally shot out, seemingly heading for Klein’s chest, but it

by the icicle had only happened when it was almost reaching Klein. This made

After a few seconds of thought, he slowly opened his mouth in

himself, Klein

“Bang!”

Senor in the mouth, throwing his head backward as teeth fell.

point of losing his reason and launching a barrage of attacks like a

infant’s cry sounded and resounded

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

hundred meters away from them, the large-sized baby, which was black, swollen, and wrinkled, that appeared to have stormed out of the water had escaped its illusory state and returned

were long and thin, and there was only an irregular hole on

was a piercing wound

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 stupor. Even their bodies showed signs of losing

red-eyed heads were thrown into the void as they opened their mouths and let out a