Lord of the Mysteries

At that moment, the shadow seemed to turn corporeal. It was ice-cold and moist, and it instantly bound Klein within it like he was a mosquito in amber.

Klein’s figure was squashed and compressed as he regressed into a piece of paper, rapidly turning into mush.

Paper Figurine Substitutes!

Having sensed the danger ahead of time, he had made timely use of Paper Figurine Substitutes!

His black-robed figure appeared on the other end of the dining table as he opened his mouth, producing a bang sound.

At this moment, Klein’s mind suddenly turned adrift as he found his surroundings blurry and unclear.

He instantly understood what was happening. He had been forcefully pulled into a dream!

And with this, he determined one point—his abnormal ability of maintaining his lucidity and rationality in dreams had already solidified and become one with him. There was no need to use the gray fog to do so!

After a brief struggle, Klein suddenly snapped awake and saw the shadows in the building slowly surging at him like a tidal wave.

Bang!

He opened his mouth and produced an extremely mighty Air Bullet.

This bullet struck the shadow, producing a huge swath of white.

The shadows around the whiteness immediately receded and filled it to the brim, returning everything to normal once again. Klein took this opportunity to roll to the side and turned his left glove pale with a tinge of dark green.

With a clap, the spot he stood at was smashed by a lump of flesh and blood that flew out from the shadow, covering the dark red carpet that was covered with strange mold.

In an unobvious manner, Klein had a feeling that he was being weakened. Without any time to think deeper into the matter, he immediately made his feet produce an icy layer that emanated cold air.

White frost crept up and rapidly froze the shadow. Underneath the crystalline frost was a squirming and warping pitch-blackness, like oil that had its own life.

Zombie’s Ice Stun!

Klein did another flip and changed his position while making his glove produce black granules that were profound and dark.

Right on the heels of that, he straightened his body, and facing the shadow beneath the layer of ice, he said a word filled with foulness, a word that came from the Devil language:

Slow!

Suddenly, Klein saw the shadow’s squirming slow down. Clearly, it was in an extremely sluggish state; however, his thoughts had also turned sluggish, preventing him from dealing any follow up attacks.

although it was clearly directed at the shadow, it had been distorted to target the entire living room; hence,

just seconds, Klein extricated himself from the slowed state, and without any thought, he lunged for the dining table, picking up a plate with half a piece of steak and throwing it

dark black, but it had

Bribe!

enemy, weakening the other party’s offensive, defensive, and

of the wall, allowing the dining plate to smash and shatter into

the figure surged upwards, taking the form of

palm of the figure, a transparent and blurry book appeared in front of him. It was accompanied by a distant

sounded, the book rapidly flipped through the pages and produced a burning-white

powers in such an environment? Klein’s heart tightened as his thoughts raced.

dark colors of corruption before condensing a ridiculous great sword

Thump!

bent his back, pulling his shoulder back as he forcefully delivered a strike

his arm bulged as he swung the Sword

of white, blue, and red scattering in every direction as they ignited

street had long vanished. All the

the fiery spear with a cleave, Klein bent his knee

Pa!

in the entire room were

array

well. Although he was acting crazy just moments ago, he seemed to have sensed the inexplicable horror that

hints of crimson moonlight, Klein was genuflecting while the other was standing close to the wall, it was as though

the unbearable silence, time passed by abnormally slowly. All Klein did was count ten

once again in a staccato, disjointed manner, and the indistinct figures outside began walking again, returning back to

of his target’s Spirit Body Threads. The hooded man’s

the area, preparing to take advantage of his opponent’s delay to disrupt any of his

moment, his nose suddenly felt an itch as he couldn’t help but open

Achoo!

Threads. Furthermore, his

had caught

a cold in the

Mr. A. He had been placed at a significant disadvantage back then, but in a battle that didn’t give him time to think, he had made a mistake. His constitution had long weakened due to the plague from the actual Demoness, Panatiya. He had no way to wait until the marionette conversion completed. He didn’t even have a chance of obtaining a deeper level of initial

Achoo!

rolled away. Meanwhile, he switched Creeping Hunger to the Baron of Corruption

his condition wasn’t too serious. All it did was affect his control over the

his shadowy state. The hood slipped backward, revealing a face

Oracle had actually managed to survive this long despite the

already bloodshot. He looked at Klein as though he was looking

that moment, Klein’s mood didn’t wane because he still had sufficient strength