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

Klein extricated himself from the slowed state, and without any thought, he lunged for the dining table, picking up

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

Bribe!

Bribe the enemy, weakening

corner of the wall, allowing the dining plate to smash

upwards, taking the form of a pitch-black

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

rapidly flipped through the

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

corruption before condensing a ridiculous great

Thump!

bent his back, pulling his shoulder back

muscles on his arm bulged as

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

street had long vanished. All the indistinct figures had

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

Pa!

flames in the entire room

nagging feeling that a dense array of gazes were trying to see through

was acting

genuflecting while the other was standing close to

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

again in a staccato, disjointed manner, and the indistinct

obtained initial control of his target’s Spirit Body Threads. The hooded man’s actions

area, preparing to take advantage of his opponent’s delay to disrupt any of his subsequent counterattacks and slowly

moment, his nose suddenly felt an itch as

Achoo!

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

had caught

cold in the intense

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 initial control and use Air Bullets to deal a

Achoo!

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

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

eye that his opponent was leaving his shadowy state. The

to survive this long despite the harsh

already bloodshot. He looked at Klein as though he was looking at a delightful delicacy. The hunger that was innate and instinctive wasn’t concealed at

because he still