Lord of the Mysteries

“Got you…”

Invisible threads emanated over as Panatiya said that. They quickly wrapped around Gehrman Sparrow as though she was binding him into a cocoon.

At this moment, the figure in a black clergyman robe suddenly turned thin, transforming into a paper figurine covered in metal rust.

Klein’s figure appeared outside the grayish-white mill as he ran frantically towards the depths of the town.

He was a person who had seen the Eternal Blazing Sun’s true body and lived. He had a certain level of resistance towards a Spirit Body impact and the inclination of a loss of control brought about by a Mythical Creature form; furthermore, Panatiya wasn’t a complete Mythical Creature. Therefore, even without the gray fog’s help, Klein was able to recover from the racking headache. As he suppressed his body’s mutation, he sensed that he had been inflicted with ailments. While collapsing, he used his violent coughing as a cover for him to use Paper Figurine Substitutes!

Paper figurines weren’t mystical items, nor did they have any spirituality. Hence, Klein wasn’t afraid that it would trigger a reaction from the core seal behind Chanis Gate. Hence, he had brought quite a number with him.

As Klein ran forward, his rubbed his right thumb and middle finger and lit up the flour piled inside the mill!

Boom!

The flour burst into flames as the mill was sent flying. The windmill outside collapsed to the ground as Panatiya’s figure crumbled bit by bit in the intense blast and scarlet flames as though she was a mirror.

Almost at the same moment, her white-robed figure appeared behind Klein. Her loose, pulled back hair instantly flared up and wildly extended in Klein’s direction.

Pa!

As Klein snapped his fingers to ignite a tree leaf beside him, he controlled Senor to use Mirror Leap to appear in a window on a two-storied residence beside Panatiya. Then, he attempted to make the terrifying woman’s eyes reflect Senor’s figure to complete the Wraith possession.

was as he appeared in a flame tens of meters away. As for Panatiya’s gemlike eyes, they seemed to hide mirrors that

didn’t hesitate to let Senor leave the window, transforming into a Werewolf state to charge

was a Demoness, and she was

invisible transparent threads, flared up, forming a ludicrous spiderweb that enveloped Senor whose body was

just as they made contact, Admiral of Blood’s figure instantly phased away, causing the black hair and illusory Demoness threads to pass through it. Without being able to touch him, it was obviously unable

had taken

Panatiya’s expression didn’t change at all. All she did was

illusory threads that made contact with Senor burst into dark and silent black flames.

burning as his limbs fell to the

that, a Sequence 5

fingers, jumping into different columns of fire and using his marionette’s sacrifice to

had pulled open a gap of hundreds of meters from

felt his forehead burning hot. His lungs began to heave

a little too slow at using Paper Figurine Substitutes. He had failed to swap out his ailment, and he had suffered some of the

a gap of hundreds of meters, he didn’t escape the signs of

Klein’s knees buckled as he collapsed to the ground without successfully

heard Panatiya’s pleasant

side of town, there’s

fog I created. Apart

true murderers behind the Great Smog of Backlund… Klein felt his mind go adrift as he found himself become very sick while reeling in pain and despair. Although it still wasn’t lethal, the irresistible coughs prevented him

over as her beautiful eyes were stained with an indescribable color of bloodthirst. It was like a tramp finally seeing