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.

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

he lunged for the dining table, picking up a plate with half a piece of steak and throwing

this process, his left glove remained dark black, but it had a

Bribe!

steak to Bribe the enemy, weakening the other party’s offensive,

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

taking the form of a pitch-black figure

appeared in front of him. It was accompanied by a distant and indistinct

book rapidly flipped through

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

dark colors of corruption before condensing a ridiculous great sword

Thump!

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

bulged as

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

long vanished. All the indistinct figures had turned over and there

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

Pa!

flames in the entire room were

array of gazes were trying to see through the curtains

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

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

slowly. All Klein did was count ten seconds, and it

the beast-like growls sounded once again in a staccato, disjointed manner, and the

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

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

an itch as he couldn’t help but open

Achoo!

Furthermore, his throat began to hurt as mucus began to

had caught

a cold in the

Klein had actually been wary against a Demoness’s ailment based on his past experience when fighting 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

Achoo!

Corruption

before, his condition wasn’t too serious. All it did was affect his control over the Spirit Body Threads, and not make him incapable of

the corner of his eye that his opponent was leaving his shadowy state. The hood slipped backward, revealing a

Order Oracle had actually managed to

looked at Klein as though he was looking at a delightful delicacy. The hunger that was

because