Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 837: The Hangers

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As the crimson moonlight dimmed, a thought surfaced in Klein’s mind:

The crimson moon is about to be covered by fog again!

Just as this thought appeared, the indistinct, loitering figures outside vanished as though they had evaporated into thin air. The beast-like growls also came to a halt.

The environment has been restored to its previous state… Demoness of Despair Panatiya can move about freely again… Mr. A will no longer have any qualms about the danger outside. He can unleash a barrage of attacks to capture his prey… Klein instantly came to a conclusion as he raised his right index finger and snapped, igniting the leaves of a tree tens of meters away.

He wanted to open up a gap with Mr. A to prevent himself from getting sicker. At the same time, he wanted to determine if he should take the risk of entering the ancient cathedral.

With respect to his present situation, Klein already had a plan in mind. It was to use Mr. A’s potent and multifarious abilities to draw Panatiya’s attention. After all, to her, a Shepherd and a Marionettist weren’t any different when it came to meat quality. They could both fill her stomach, so her priority was definitely on who was easier to deal with.

When the time comes, both parties would definitely engage in a battle, and Klein needed to find an opportunity to strike down Panatiya!

Just as the scarlet flame soared and engulfed Klein, he saw Mr. A turn into a shadow and meld into the surroundings once again. It was unknown where he hid himself.

He ran… ran… Aren’t you the crazy Mr. A? Shouldn’t you continue pursuing your prey? Why did you run… Klein’s gaze froze as he couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

His figure vanished amidst the flames before appearing in flames tens of meters away.

Just as Klein leaped out of the fire, he felt his forehead burning once again. His lungs felt heavy as his breathing became rapid and difficult.

Plague!

Demoness of Despair Panatiya had spread her plague once again!

To Klein, this beautiful lady in a pure white robe had already floated somewhere in midair at some point in time, walking towards him.

Beneath her feet were countless transparent and thin lines that formed a spider’s web. They were connected to the surrounding buildings and trees, fully covering half the street.

In the eyes of this demigod-level Demoness, the intense hunger pangs were gone. The obvious bloodshot look in her eyes wasn’t there, and the way she looked at Gehrman Sparrow was one of insanity and teasing. It was as though she wanted to drain his ability to resist, bit by bit, making him feel the deepest, most heavy, and most painful despair.

Klein held back his urge to cough as he snapped his fingers again, causing the tree beside the cathedral to burst into flames.

His figure was immediately engulfed by the fire as he rapidly faded away and appeared above the tree. He had appeared amidst the gorgeous flames.

Right on the heels of that, Klein hurriedly jumped to the ground, somersaulting to the side of the ancient cathedral.

as he found that his feet, thighs, and waist were covered in thick layers of ice. And surrounding him was an accumulation

within him. He followed his plan, and he reached out his arms in an

his left hand turned

the thick, pitch-black wall

wall, just a little

this moment, at the top of the ancient cathedral’s spire, swirling

“Waaa!”

“Waaa!”

“Waaa!”

by bit,

…

cathedral, Klein found himself unable to see anything, as it was darker than the outside. As the frost melted, and with him getting accustomed

he could see, there were figures being hung up

They were all humans!

brown jackets. Some were wearing very fluffy skirts, while others had tattered clothes, making them resemble

others handsome with cut facial features. Some of them were beautiful, others tender,

they had in common. They were like meat that was undergoing a curing process. They hung

this place was extremely dangerous as described by

then pass through the wall if he was

Whoosh!

blew through the cathedral as the figures and corpses turned around, facing

like ropes that left their

as he pressed his

sway like wind chimes. They opened their eyes

“Hornacis… Flegrea…

“Hornacis… Flegrea…

“Hornacis… Flegrea…”

one, drilling into Klein’s ears

raving that he had heard during his advancements

the foggy town. It came from the corpses that hung high

not only was Klein’s scalp tingling, he even felt

However, why would it be inside this cathedral? These same ravings don’t bring about a

the source of

simple search. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even know

his Spirit Vision. He looked up at the hanging figures and found their spirituality converged. The aura colors

are aura colors… They aren’t dead yet? Klein frowned slightly and deactivated

the heels of that, he tapped his left thumb on the first segment of his index finger, planning to

pupils dilated because the Spirit Body Threads of

that corresponded to their bodies were extended in the same direction—the peak