Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1233

Ever since the war became prolonged, the Loen soldiers had seen countless unnatural phenomena. It happened so many that they were somewhat numb to it. However, the scene of the dismembered corpses crawling up remained a shocking scene. It left them horrified and confused. They felt as though they were unable to survive the impending disaster, and would eventually become zombies.

Of course, there was a reason why they were able to maintain their morale after seeing such unnatural phenomena.

Just as they were feeling extreme fear, a series of chants sounded from behind them.

“Lacking clothes and food, they have no shelter in the cold.

“…

“The Evernight did not forsake them, but bestowed them with love[1].”

The holy and sympathetic prayer reverberated across the entire defense line, causing the fear in every soldier to quickly dissipate, their bodies and minds turning tranquil.

Then, a number of the soldiers followed orders and moved out cannons covered in silver patterns. They adjusted the muzzles and aimed at the dismembered corpses that were rushing at them.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sparks flew as shells landed in different spots on the battlefield, exploding and emitting a thick darkness.

The dismembered corpses collapsed, the strength within them vanishing; otherwise, they were directly destroyed, returning to their eternal slumber.

The mysterious black-robed man behind the Resistance army raised his arms upon seeing this, as though he was hugging the crimson moon.

At that moment, his body suddenly turned incorporeal, his body dyed a faint red as he transformed into a hazy ray of moonlight.

The moonlight shattered instantly, turning into red scales before dissipating in place.

Moonlight Transformation!

This was a Beyonder power that a Sequence 5 Scarlet Scholar of the Apothecary pathway possessed. To a Sequence 4 Shaman King, it was almost instinctive.

And at the spot where the Shaman King had been, a figure quickly outlined itself.

It was a huge cloth doll. “It” had blonde hair and bright red eyes, and wore a long black gothic dress with countless mysterious patterns engraved on it. Swirling around it was sinister vines. Its skin had a luster that no human should possess.

Reinette Tinekerr!

the Staff of the Stars to summon “Herself” back when she

Staff of the Stars that was lent to Miss Messenger was the real one. Klein had brought it back to the

that wasn’t the case, it would be equivalent to Klein’s historical projection summoning a Staff of the Stars projection; then, the projection of the Staff of the Stars

solution to this problem was to temporarily lend the actual Staff of the Stars to Reinette Tinekerr. The draining of spirituality would be borne by this

one of the existences that were the least afraid of the negative effects of

and as a Puppet and a “cloth doll,” “She” could stop unwanted scenes from surfacing in “Her” mind. And after changing into a concealed state, the Staff of the Stars could hardly affect “Her” Historical

battle. However, the other party had discovered the danger ahead of time. Using the moonlight’s illumination, he was

enveloped the ground, red scales rapidly reformed into the black-robed, hooded Rose School of Thought Shaman King. His eyes were closed eyes tightly, not daring to

a black trench coat and a half

up from various parts of the battlefield, as if

and tore apart the clothes

as expected, the Rose School of Thought Shaman King would’ve transformed into a rabbit or a goat in the next second. He would “lose” most

a long, thin brown

out of the Shaman King’s body, its body connected to his internal organs. Its eyes and mouth were like crescents. The surface of its body was grown with dried flowers and

red as though

into a pool of mud that surged into the organs of the Shaman

mud, an arm stretched

flowing with a black sticky liquid that kept protruding out with

Abomination Suah!

Sequence 1, had

School of Thought and supporting members to either die, mutate, or wildly attack their comrades. Apart from the Shaman King, no one

…

Balam, in a

the highest authority here, stood at the top floor of a cathedral that once belonged to the Church of Evernight as he looked down at

White glanced at the doll-like Sharron and took out a bronze box

was a Sealed Artifact which Emlyn had requested

and Shaman Kings. It could even be considered able to

of pity and kindness just

nod slightly to indicate that there were no problems, Emlyn’s body phased away as the moonlight that

his puffy, black-and-white hair. He sneered at the city’s

many ordinary people, how can you effectively move without being noticed? There’s no need for

he muttered silently to himself, this Shaman King, who had been active in the Southern Continent since the early Fifth Epoch and was

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