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.

his feet, thighs, and waist were covered in thick layers of ice. And

He followed his plan, and he

Hunger on his left hand turned

passed through the thick, pitch-black wall and entered

smash into the wall, just a little too slow.

moment, at the top of the ancient

“Waaa!”

“Waaa!”

“Waaa!”

cathedral. Bit by bit, her face was dyed with

…

anything, as it was darker than the outside. As the frost melted,

could see, there were

They were all humans!

of them were dressed in black classical robes, others in brown jackets. Some were wearing very fluffy

looks, others handsome with cut facial features. Some of them were beautiful, others tender, adorable, and looking

curing process. They hung from above, swaying gently as their heads were

felt his scalp tingle as he no longer doubted that this

the wall, planning on using Door Opening to leave to avoid danger the moment anything happened. He would then pass

Whoosh!

as the figures and

ropes that left their heads

gasp as he pressed his left

wind chimes. They opened their eyes and produced

“Hornacis… Flegrea…

“Hornacis… Flegrea…

“Hornacis… Flegrea…”

one, drilling into Klein’s

raving that he had

foggy town. It came from

not only was Klein’s scalp tingling, he

tell me that I really am on the mountain? However, why would it be inside

the source of the ravings,

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 looked normal, but they exuded a

aren’t dead yet? Klein frowned slightly and

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

gaze across, Klein’s pupils dilated because the Spirit Body Threads of the swaying figures

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