Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 882

Carrying the iron cigar case in hand while passing through walls to leave the warehouse that she was hiding in, Sharron strictly followed Sherlock Moriarty’s arrangements, using her state as a Wraith to fly to the tallest building in Pritz Harbor, the lighthouse.

Right on the heels of that, she silently counted down.

Three… Two… One…

Before she could gather her thoughts, Sharron’s ear resonated with an intense boom. The harbor in the distance seemed to be swept by a terrifying hurricane.

She held the iron cigar case in her left hand as her nails suddenly grew sharp before stabbing into the wall of spirituality, completely destroying the invisible “isolation” with an attack filled with a Wraith’s spirituality.

A sudden gust of wind gushed outwards in every direction as Sharron suddenly felt her Spirit Body become augmented. And this stemmed from the item stored inside the iron cigar case.

She wasn’t affected by her curiosity, accustomed to restraining her emotions as she continued approaching the lighthouse at high speeds.

During this entire process, she kept maintaining an irregular trajectory, occasionally lunging forward to the left or drifting upwards to the right. At times, she would rely on Mirror Blink to leap onto a different trajectory before continuing her approach to the target.

This made it seem like she was dodging an invisible and terrifying enemy, but Sharron knew very well that nothing was chasing her, nor was she locked on by a distant attack.

She felt as though she was performing in a one-man show without any opponents.

However, she didn’t have any doubts, nor did she waste any time to observe or wait. She pretended that within the air in her surroundings was The Silent One Mahmosi and the Loen military’s demigods, doing her best to dodge and slip past them.

As her flight continued, Sharron’s blue eyes which were peeled towards the air had a red stream of light reflected in them.

It flew from above, suddenly blasting apart, turning into beautiful fireworks that was a mix of red, orange, and yellow.

Sharron immediately retracted her gaze. As she used her Wraith fingernails to spew spirituality and reform the wall of isolation, she leaped towards the path Maric had laid.

There were shattered mirrors placed at fixed distances in a periodic manner. With her dainty bonnet and black dress, her figure kept flashing to them, and soon, she appeared inside Maric’s brown eyes.

lightly took a stride out, the iron cigar case in

eyes. As though they were being

about the role that each of their actions played; after all, Sherlock Moriarty had once attracted zombies and shadows with a copper whistle. As for Sharron’s Mirror Blink, the two of them knew its traits well. However, they couldn’t imagine how everything would develop. They had no idea how the detective with many secrets would be able to steal the Tutanssess II mummy under the watch of a few demigods. It wasn’t a situation where the mummy could run if it wanted. The demigods were bound to stop

this moment, they saw a

half top hat. His face was covered with an iron-gray mask, and in his hand was a handful of dark red soil and

the detective to smear the soil onto the book before pocketing

as he watched himself, Sharron, and Sherlock Moriarty fade away and vanish

…

ominous feeling when he saw the gray-masked man bow before teleporting away. He felt that things

though instantly surfaced in

lock onto the mysterious person’s aura. In other words, he had either created an interference at the demigod level, or he had Teleported somewhere very,

an extremely dangerous situation. After all, the mysterious power in the area had not weakened to the point

is still around, with the person only taking away some soil rich in spirituality… The golden-eyed demigod swept his gaze at the Tutanssess II mummy who was standing “blankly” in its spot, before casting

soaked in dark red liquid had vanished from

had vanished

a second, Mahmosi and the other demigods felt as though they had watched an interesting magic show or a play with a mischievous element in it. But sadly, as demigods, they couldn’t tell how it was

target, Mahmosi and the other Rose School of Thought demigod didn’t hesitate to make their figures fade away

and lady tried

…

returned to a two-bedroom apartment in Backlund which they had rented ahead of time with Sharron

she found her footing. At the same time, she returned Sherlock Moriarty the

the outcome, Sharron would provide him with the information regarding Spirit

had corrosive signs on its surface. As he held it in his hand, he sensed Azik’s copper whistle lightly

quickly put it away and gave Sharron and Maric

wait outside? Give me

dangerous and more difficult than before… Maric was filled with puzzlement as his footsteps moved at an obviously

in his thoughts and followed closely behind by

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