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

any thought, he lunged for the dining

process, his left glove remained dark black,

Bribe!

had used the steak to Bribe the enemy, weakening

moment, the figure suddenly shrank back into the corner of the wall, allowing the dining

form of

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

sounded, the book rapidly flipped through the

Has he gone completely mad? He dares to use fire-related Beyonder powers in such an environment? Klein’s heart tightened as his thoughts raced. He hurriedly rushed

of corruption before condensing a ridiculous great sword that seemed to be combined from scarlet magma

Thump!

footsteps were heavy as he bent his back, pulling his shoulder back as he forcefully delivered a

arm bulged as he swung the

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

long vanished. All the

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

Pa!

flames in the entire room

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

Although he was acting crazy just moments ago, he

the dark room with tiny hints of crimson moonlight, Klein was genuflecting while the other was standing close to the

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

again in a staccato, disjointed manner, and the indistinct figures outside

of his target’s Spirit Body Threads.

Klein bent his body and circled the area, preparing to take advantage of his opponent’s delay to disrupt any of his subsequent counterattacks and slowly turn

moment, his nose suddenly felt an itch as he

Achoo!

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

had caught a

cold in

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

Achoo!

he rolled away. Meanwhile, he switched Creeping Hunger to the Baron of Corruption state and attempted to use his Distortion powers to reduce the effects

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

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

Aurora Order Oracle had actually managed to survive this long despite the harsh

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

Klein’s mood didn’t wane because he still had