Lord of the Mysteries

With Klein’s spirituality making contact, the points of light suddenly expanded into a scene before his eyes.

With his Shadow Cloak up, Danitz was praying with his head bowed in the corner of the square, chanting The Fool’s honorific name with ancient Hermes.

Thanks to this, Klein could see an expanded area around him, and he began searching for Ince Zangwill.

Through the gray fog, everything he saw was clearly different from what he had previously seen. In the middle of the square, a pitch-black corpse-embedded cathedral had appeared at some point in time. It was dark inside, but there wasn’t any signs of activity inside.

Using this opportunity, Klein replied Danitz’s prayer, “Leave the area. Find a hidden spot to hide in.”

As he spoke slowly, dressed in the papal tiara and dark robes, Klein raised his left hand and made the blue gems at the tip of the bone scepter light up.

Sharp, jarring sounds immediately resounded in Revival Square in the real world as a sudden gale swept the area. It made the people who were spending their leisure time there or the pedestrians to leave quickly to head for shelter from the wind. Even Anderson, who had a frozen expression, recovered his usual insouciant attitude. Holding his abdomen, he quickly rushed out of the dangerous area.

In a few seconds, Revival Square became extremely silent. Even the pedestrians who walked slowly without running had experienced the feeling of flying with the nudging of the wind.

The empty area entered a brief silence. Then, a flame appeared from the corpse cathedral’s window. It grew in size and became increasingly blinding.

Silently, the colored glass windows shattered as blinding white light that bordered on blue shot out like a meteor.

This flaming light instantly crumbled, materializing into Ince Zangwill, who wore a black clergyman’s robe and had one dark blue eye and one eye covered with blood vessels.

The moment this Nightwatcher appeared, he couldn’t help but open his mouth and scoff at the classic quill in his hand.

“If a fool like you didn’t listen to my suggestion, how could something like this happen!

“I’m not even sure what you’re afraid of. If you had allowed me to pray to the Lord, allowing me to secretly return to the Rose Redemption and join forces with the ‘Serpent,’ our preparations would allow us to set up a trap. Today, we will be the ones hunting Adam, and not the other way round!”

The seemingly dark and damaged quill immediately flew up and wrote on an empty spot of Ince Zangwill’s clothes:

“Due to a rage stemming from embarrassment, Sauron Einhorn Medici pushed the blame of this development to the Quill of Alzuhod, but in fact, it was ‘He’ who was stopping himself from praying to the True Creator. Be it Sauron or Einhorn, neither one of them trusted this evil god.

“Today’s development made this evil spirit’s psychological dissociation to worsen! This is extremely reasonable. This is the diagnosis by the best, most professional psychiatrist!”

“Ince Zangwill” immediately frowned as he raised his left hand and pressed it to his head.

His dark blue eye rapidly recovered its luster as the classically sculpted face turned extremely stern.

corpse cathedral, he was no longer facing the square. Instead, it was flights of ancient stone stairs. They were leading to the peak of a towering mountain. Erected there

this moment, an exaggerated bolt of silver lightning tore through the overcast sky, smiting right down

sealed and strange space produced cracks. The fountain

eye.

leaving behind a blurry transparent spirit. The latter was struck by lightning and was

have the luxury of time to consider what other lurking dangers there were. He took this opportunity to transform into a flame as he penetrated a crack and rushed

him, no matter what lay ahead of him, nothing was more terrifying and difficult to deal with than the Son of the Creator, King of

the square, allowing Ince Zangwill to escape the restraints of the illusory world and returning to his appearance with dark blond

his previous death, Dunn Smith smiling at him

quickly curled upwards as he revealed

muttered

his right palm suddenly burst into a gloomy

Klein made using Snake of Mercury Will

present he had prepared for Ince

was an arrow of

was a deity’s

his shoulders, and threw out his right arm, fusing the gloomy black light with the little powers he could stir from above the gray fog as he

Revival Square, he saw a dark black beam appear out of nowhere. It blanketed the

seemed amiss, but as a Nightwatcher who could give others a certain level of bad luck, Ince Zangwill acutely “smelled” the aura of danger. Without any hesitation, he reached out his left palm in a bid to use the evil spirit within him and his powers as a

pure-white fountain, and dark black tiles had their colors saturate, much less

Zangwill’s Spirit World

understand the reason. It was because the evil spirit in him was having an internal struggle; thus, they wouldn’t lend him

would be fine

me!”

I’d rather die than believe in the

still end up the same as us, being made into a potion by Alista

of you are nervous at all? Didn’t you notice that the curse clearly came with a deity’s aura? That power was fundamentally very powerful. Our present condition doesn’t allow us to avoid it at all. Haha, continue arguing. Go on! I’ll wait to

you.”

…

veins on Ince Zangwill’s forehead throbbed when he heard that. He was furious that Sauron Einhorn Medici would suddenly engage in an internal strife at such a critical moment.

over misfortune. He believed that Sauron Einhorn Medici’s sudden fallout

quickly running towards another exit of Revival Square in an attempt to communicate with other spirits. He wished to borrow their powers to escape; however, there wasn’t

a hidden corner of the open square. He was a mixed-blood with parents coming from Loen and Balam. He had

was Admiral

a marionette who usually didn’t

throwing out the Deity’s Curse charm, Klein followed his plan, returned to the real world, and made