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.

coldness of their bodies

turned to glance back. He said calmly while

slowed down as the blood vessel

paused for two seconds and

Unless they wish to hunt, they will not enter other zones, especially when it’s near

Beyonder creatures here are

gaze and replied

also many

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

about luck. The chances of this happening again isn’t

to calculate was

wields good luck? Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh as he said with a deadpan expression, “Absolute judgments

into Earth speak, it was:

something at Sequence 5, Klein would be happy to bully it. After

it, and he had made the corresponding preparations. He had the Fate Siphon charm, three pages

not encounter angels… Klein

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

he’s just crazy, he wouldn’t have lived to this day… Alger looked up at the sky as he tried hard to look past the

minutes, he retracted his gaze and pointed

in that

to naturally point downward as he silently followed alongside Alger. He wore a cold and composed expression that

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

will be handled by you. I won’t involve myself in the

it alone… Alger swallowed the second

like the Hunters who were often seen at sea, people who often couldn’t hold their tongues as they habitually

frank at times is more useful than concealing matters, and that negotiating is more effective than

“Okay.

deal with it, it’s best you shout for help; otherwise, I’ll

of a crazy adventurer appears to be different from hunters, but in certain aspects, they are surprisingly similar… Alger silently drew a breath as

chiming sounds, and they immediately felt as though they were home, their bodies and

in an irreversible manner. No matter how much he emphasized it to himself, he was unable to

even had the urge to head for the source of the chimes, believing that there was something extremely dear and familiar to him

quite a distance away, the chiming was sporadic. Klein was barely able to hold himself back as he turned to look at