Lord of the Mysteries

1090 Haunted Tales

Nighttime, Pritz Harbor, in a cemetery in the suburbs.

The people who died in the airship bombings had been brought here. The priests and bishops of the three Churches were busy comforting the souls of the dead to prevent any anomalies from happening.

In that short day, many wives lost their husbands, many children lost their mothers, and many families were down to a single person. Some of them loitered in the cemetery—some silent, others sobbing. Some even wept until they fainted.

Wearing an ordinary-looking face, Klein stood among them and watched everything without saying a word. It was as if he had recalled the funeral he had attended before.

While it was dark, he had just used Life’s Cane to treat the injured in Backlund and Pritz Harbor’s various hospitals— victims of the air raid. He had also left behind a strange and horrifying urban myth to help him further digest the Bizarro Sorcerer potion.

And he knew that, once such haunted tales spread like wildfire, Zaratul, who was in Backlund, would immediately be able to understand what was going on. “He” would send his marionettes to monitor the corresponding areas. Hence, before the news spread, he relied on “Teleporting” to travel to all the hospitals in Backlund and Pritz Harbor, leaving behind all sorts of horror stories to treat patients with severe illnesses.

When this matter spread, he believed that he would receive a great deal of feedback, allowing him to take a firm and huge step in the direction of completely digesting the potion.

However, Klein didn’t stop there. The existence of a conspiracy created by the Red Angel evil spirit, and the fact that Zaratul was in Backlund, was like a guillotine hanging above his head, urging him to continue searching for opportunities.

Hence, he came here to witness the grief of the ordinary citizens.

After a moment of silence, Klein retracted his gaze and turned to leave the cemetery.

After arriving at an empty spot, his left glove quickly turned dark blue, and slippery fish scales grew out.

With a whoosh, the wind swept over, and Klein flew up into the air towards the harbor.

In the sea beyond the land, the Sonia Sea fleet from the Feysac Empire was quietly waiting. It was as if they were prepared to launch another bombardment after daybreak, destroying the rest of the shipyards.

Soon, Klein arrived above the harbor ruins and looked at the faint flames in the dark night.

At the same time, his two marionettes had used Flaming Jump to rush over from the ground, splitting up into different hidden locations.

From what he had heard and seen, Klein didn’t have any doubts or feelings towards what he was about to do. However, he was still confused.

Taking revenge on the invaders was a legitimate matter, but if he were to seriously injure the Feysac fleet, the happiest person would be the Loen King, George III—the true mastermind behind all of this, one of the culprits who had pushed for war!

There are too many principles in this world, but only those who have truly experienced it will realize that there are times when doing nothing is the correct path. It will fill one’s heart with conflict… With a sigh, Klein turned his attention to the information he had received from The Hanged Man.

The commander of the Sonia Sea fleet from the Feysac Empire was Admiral Egor Einhorn. He was a demigod from the royal family, currently a Sequence 4 Iron-blooded Knight of the Red Priest pathway!

with the contents of the Red Priest card, more key points surfaced in

courage that is comparable to steel. Not only can they control multiple types of flames, but they’re also masters in this domain. They can even turn their

flagship of the Feysac Empire’s

man with a thick beard more than two meters tall, Egor Einhorn, was sitting behind a desk. As he drank Sonia blood

Their Pritz ironclad warship and the corresponding fleet will

gather onto me while distributing the damage, the commanding officer of the ironclad warship is most likely a demigod of the Arbiter pathway, or they have the corresponding Grade 1 Sealed Artifact, so it won’t be easy to

is the best option. After that, we’ll continue attacking the coastal ports while the Loen navy is damaged… Heh heh, this war is indeed

angel after the war. Sigh, only

soldiers that were under his command to inform his adjutant to pay him a visit, so that he could give the orders of performing

looked up

Thump!

door, and

This thought flashed across Egor’s

initiative. It was a combination that could effectively defeat or even kill an enemy of the same level. On

a senior Iron-blooded Knight, Egor instinctively considered the worst situation. He immediately woke up every sailor and soldier on the Nepos to establish a connection

the noise

Boom!

was comparable to the loud boom of a salvo. It made Egor feel like a bomb had

nerves, he carefully listened to the commotion. This wasn’t much different from the roar of a Cataclysmic

an instant, Egor’s ears

let every member of the Nepos hear a

on the table

along the

it was,

Boom!

cracked open, revealing

black trench coat. His body was as thin as paper,

had already exploded. The tiny fragments were like storms brought about by the sweeping of a machine gun. It embroiled the person who knocked on the door, tearing him into

relax. Instead, he stood up and

clearly knew that the person who had knocked on the door

the adjutant, whose bunk was diagonally across from him, opened the door and ran out. When he saw the flesh and blood on the ground, he said

an intruder…” Before Egor could finish his sentence,

adjutant retracted his gaze from the flesh and blood on the ground and slowly raised his

mouth on his face. It was the same as the person who had knocked just now—a featureless

transforming into flames that shot

flames dispersed, they swept