Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 983 In Your Name

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When the flicked gold coin landed in his palm, Klein didn’t even see if it was heads or tails. This was because his mind was fixed on a particular scene:

Amidst the woods, the clouds high in the sky failed to completely conceal the stars that dotted the black velvet sky. The humming, clicking, and thrumming sounds of the insects spread far into the night, mixed with the two commotions of the two “explosions” inside Moose Manor.

Klein rapidly used his knowledge from astromancy, and he roughly gauged the exact location of the scene. Then, his body phased away, appearing beside Enuni before grabbing his shoulder.

During this process, Klein collected the transparent maggots he had implanted in the rats and insects before severing the connection of the Spirit Body Threads.

In just two seconds, he vanished from Moose Manor which was gradually turning chaotic and noisy, teleporting to the spot that he had seen in his mind.

The area was identical to the revelation which Klein had received. It was extremely silent, to the point of being able to hear the breeze wafting through the leaves and trees.

Illusory black threads, representing all the creatures with spirituality in the region, surfaced in Klein’s vision.

There were copious numbers of them, dozens being a gross understatement. To sieve through them and determine which was the problematic one couldn’t be accomplished in a short amount of time.

However, he wasn’t in a rush, because he had confirmed one thing:

His divination results could be trusted as long as the Marauder pathway demigod didn’t possess any high-level items. After all, after becoming a Bizarro Sorcerer, not only were his powers elevated, the gray fog’s powers also seeped deeper into reality. With these two combined, it made his divination powers far more outstanding than most saints, even without heading above the gray fog. It was unlikely that he was weaker than a Beyonder of the Fate pathway of the same Sequence. In contrast, the Marauder pathway demigod’s condition was in shambles with its strength at an all-time low.

Therefore, Klein believed that the demigod was hiding in the woods and hadn’t fled far.

Due to such reasons, he believed that waiting patiently was the best solution.

The Marauder pathway demigod was relatively weak, in an unstable condition, and close to losing control. After experiencing that intense battle and abandoning the rat’s body, the situation only worsened. It was impossible to experience an improvement. Under such situations, if she didn’t replenish herself or recover, it was only a matter of time before problems cropped up. Therefore, Klein could wait, while she couldn’t.

As the humming, clicking, and thrumming sounds spread, Klein waited as he hurriedly converted marionettes. He made Enuni leave the region and hide about a thousand meters away. Meanwhile, he kept note of the possibility of having his Spirit Body Threads controlled, as he recalled that the enemy had “stolen” the Beyonder power from his marionette.

Suddenly, he heard a sound that resembled the panting that came from deep within the soul.

Right on the heels of that, a hysterical voice sounded from a tree diagonally ahead of him:

“Why are you forcing me?

“Why are you forcing me?

are you forcing

rapidly peeled off, revealing the core wood beneath. And

three-dimensional patterns as though time was swirling through

Paper Figurine Substitutes. He lost his belt, coat, and hat, making him appear like a

this wasn’t too serious a problem. After all, it was no

hearing the panting, Klein

losing his belt. His waist swelled

the form of insects and rats

with a hint of a

Don’t be angry. Everything

filled with a persuasive force. The mutation of the

the tree, the vicious-sounding voice calmed down. There was some level of blankness to the voice, as though it

couldn’t help but reflect on the reason for pushing

had a vague feeling that he had forgotten something

figure walk out of the

to stop you from losing control. All you need to do is to follow my

black trench coat that resembled a robe. He matched it with black trousers and leather shoes. He had a broad forehead and a thin face. Wearing a

gaze froze as a word resonated through his mind:

was Blasphemer, Angel of Time, King of Angels, the son of

He immediately abided by the deepest cries of his heart

the matches in his pocket and fallen leaves a distance away,

grabbed him and vanished with

him, or if Enuni wasn’t able to

a marionette to ensure his survival was

tree. He didn’t stop him or, should it be

to look at where the two

Sorcerer

gaze and looked at the half-mutated tree and

rat demigod asked as though it

his chin and

“Of course.

descendant of the Jacob family fell silent. Only after a few seconds did a voice

“Y-you are Blasphemer Amon!”

hole, the worm with rings began crawling

quickly stiffened and froze in their

adjusted the crystal monocle and said with a smile, “That’s too late now, isn’t