Lord of the Mysteries

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 Stars to summon “Herself” back when she was in perfect

the real one.

of the Staff of the Stars would summon Reinette Tinekerr in her peak state. The whole burden would be placed on Fors, causing

lend the actual Staff of the Stars to Reinette Tinekerr. The draining of spirituality would be borne by this Ancient

the existences that were the least afraid of the negative

stop unwanted scenes from surfacing in “Her” mind. And after changing

instantly end the battle. However, the other party had discovered the danger ahead of

School of Thought Shaman King. His eyes were closed eyes tightly, not daring to look at the Ancient

wearing a black trench coat and a half top hat. He had a transparent glove on his left hand as he raised his right hand and

of the battlefield, as if they were

King finished reforming, he reached out his left hand and tore apart the clothes on his chest. At that moment, Reinette Tinekerr’s

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 of his characteristics and Beyonder powers, but his body only emitted a

thin brown puppet which was embedded

to grow 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 withered grass, giving off an indescribable bizarreness in the

puppet was dyed red as though it was soaked in

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

mud, an arm stretched

protruding out with strange objects. Some were skulls, some

Abomination Suah!

had crossed the vast distance and descended with the help of prior

members of the Rose School of Thought and supporting members to either die, mutate, or wildly

…

Balam, in a

the top floor of a cathedral

not far away, Emlyn White glanced at the doll-like Sharron and took

glass sphere. It was a Sealed Artifact which Emlyn had

pathway’s demigods and Shaman Kings. It could even

any sense of pity and kindness just because Emlyn and Sharron

as the moonlight that shone into the room, and he disintegrated into

Klarman was pacing back and forth with his puffy, black-and-white hair. He sneered at the city’s Nighthawks and Mandated Punishers for moving the Loen citizens and all the Sealed

can you effectively move without being noticed? There’s no need for me to send people to track you. Simply locking down the surrounding docks and food supplies is enough to break you down

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