Lord of the Mysteries

Sensing the land quake, Alger’s heart tightened as he glanced at Gehrman Sparrow, using his actions to replace his words.

The sound of wind howled beside him, allowing him to run more easily and quickly to the side.

The reason why Alger had done so was because he was worried that Gehrman Sparrow would suddenly go mad and decide to hunt the terrifying creature inside the dark underground cave. If that were to happen, even if they ultimately clinched a victory, it would’ve been extremely disadvantageous for the subsequent explorations.

As an experienced Sailor, he knew that decisive action spurred companions who remained indecisive into subconsciously following his actions.

Upon seeing this, Klein heaved a sigh of relief as he gave up the discussion about politeness. He widened his stride and ran behind The Hanged Man.

Following that, he sensed a strong wind blow at his feet, thrusting him forward. This significantly reduced his need to overcome gravity, allowing him to obtain additional mobility that instantly doubled his speed!

Amidst the rustling sounds, Klein and Alger ran out of the sparse woods and circled around the flank of the eerie darkness.

At this moment, their heartbeats suddenly slowed. It was as though they hadn’t been engaging in intense exercise and were instead in a state of reverie that resulted from the tanning of the afternoon sun.

Klein immediately felt his body turn cold as an inexplicable and baffling sense of gloom arose as they tried invading his body.

Meanwhile, he saw the light from Alger’s lantern be swallowed inch by inch by a gigantic black shadow. A corresponding scene naturally surfaced in his mind.

In the depths of the dark underground cave, a thick, humongous serpent snaked out. It had dark green scales with exaggerated eyes that seemed to burn with fire.

In between its scales were white feather covered in yellow oily stains. Along its back was a pair of thick wings that could be spread.

While slithering and flying, this giant serpent raised its body high, coiling itself around a thick tree and extending its pitch-black tongue. It stared intently at the two figures that had barged into the surrounding area.

Around it, the trees were rapidly withering along with the weeds. Countless corpses burrowed out of the soil as invisible shadows surged to its side.

Feathered serpent!

It was a feathered serpent!

In the Southern Continent, it was a symbol of holiness. It was the emblem of the descendants of Death, the Eggers family!

Klein and Alger didn’t pause as they held back the coldness of their bodies and their slowing heartbeats. Under the intense winds, they charged into the depths of the dark forest, pulling a distance away from the sparse trees.

to normal as the coldness of their bodies were dispersed by the heat generated from the intense

passed. Hence, he slowed down his pace and turned to glance back. He said calmly while facing

down as the blood vessel

for two seconds and exhaled

worry about it. The Beyonder creatures here are very territorial. Unless they wish to hunt, they will not enter other zones, especially when it’s near the mountain. That feathered

Beyonder creatures here

and replied with

also many weak

at night before, but I’ve only discovered the traces left behind by Beyonder creatures at

about luck. The chances of

a Seafarer, being able to calculate

you looking down on me, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck? Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh as he said with a deadpan expression, “Absolute

Earth speak, it was: Don’t raise death

fact, if it wasn’t a feathered serpent at the demigod level, and instead was something at Sequence 5, Klein would be happy to bully it. After

encountering a Beyonder creature at the demigod level, he wasn’t too alarmed. This was because The Hanged Man had previously mentioned it, and he had made the corresponding preparations. He had the Fate Siphon charm, three pages of demigod-level Beyonder powers in Leymano’s Travels, and the ability

as I do not encounter angels… Klein silently

somewhat puzzled. This was because the crazy adventurer was clearly informing him to be

Alger looked up at the sky as he tried hard

he retracted his gaze and

head in

He allowed the muzzle to naturally point downward as he

suddenly stopped. As he looked to his left, he said in a deep voice, “If

encounter will be handled by you.

you can’t handle it alone… Alger

wasn’t like the Hunters who were often seen at sea, people who often couldn’t hold

He knows that being frank at times is more useful

“Okay.

you shout for help; otherwise, I’ll treat it as your

to be different from hunters, but in certain aspects,

sounds, and they immediately felt

his wariness was melting away in an irreversible manner. No matter how much he emphasized it to himself, he was

he even had the urge to head for the source of the chimes, believing that there was something extremely

sporadic. Klein was barely able to hold himself