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.

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

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

his left glove remained dark black, but it had a sinister and

Bribe!

enemy, weakening the other

shrank back into the corner of the wall, allowing the dining plate to smash and shatter into the melting

upwards, taking the form of a pitch-black figure with a

front of him. It was accompanied by a distant and indistinct chant: “I came,

rapidly flipped through the pages and produced a

environment? Klein’s heart tightened as his thoughts raced. He hurriedly rushed towards his opponent

with the dark colors of corruption before condensing a ridiculous

Thump!

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

his arm bulged as he swung the Sword of

sword cleaved down on the fiery spear, sending sparks of white, blue, and red scattering in every direction

long vanished. All the indistinct figures had turned over

shattering the fiery spear with a cleave, Klein bent his knee and genuflected, snapping his fingers

Pa!

the entire room

a nagging feeling that a dense array of gazes were

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

the other was standing close to the wall, it was as though the two of them

All Klein did was count ten seconds, and it felt like an hour

beast-like growls sounded once again in a staccato, disjointed manner, and the indistinct figures outside began walking again, returning back to the

same time, Klein obtained initial control of his target’s Spirit Body Threads. The hooded man’s actions of pouncing

to take advantage of his opponent’s delay to disrupt any of his subsequent counterattacks

an itch as he couldn’t help but open his

Achoo!

and lost his control over the Spirit Body Threads. Furthermore, his throat began to hurt as mucus began to take

had caught a

actually caught a cold in the intense

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,

Achoo!

Meanwhile, he switched Creeping Hunger to the Baron of Corruption state and attempted

Bribe from before, his condition wasn’t too serious. All it did was affect his control over

eye that his opponent was leaving his shadowy state. The hood slipped backward,

had actually managed to survive this

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

because he still had sufficient