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!

Staff of the Stars to

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

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

Staff of the Stars to Reinette Tinekerr. The draining of spirituality would

Tinekerr was probably one of the existences that were the least afraid of the negative effects of the

key representative of the temperance faction, and as a Puppet and a “cloth doll,” “She” could stop unwanted scenes from surfacing

closer to directly possess the Rose School of Thought’s Shaman King and instantly end the battle.

crimson glow that 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 look

other than Gehrman Sparrow, who was wearing a black trench coat and a half top hat. He had a transparent glove on his left hand as he raised his right

up from various parts of the battlefield, as

he reached out his left hand and tore apart the clothes on his

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

chest revealed a long, thin brown puppet which

organs. Its eyes and mouth were like crescents. The surface of its body was grown with dried flowers and withered grass, giving

dyed red as though it was soaked

that surged into the organs of the Shaman

an

liquid that kept protruding out with strange objects. Some were

Abomination Suah!

existence at Sequence 1, had crossed

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

…

Balam, in a

who wielded the highest authority here, stood at the top floor of a cathedral that once belonged to the Church of

not far away, Emlyn White glanced at the doll-like Sharron and took out a bronze box with many

the box was an eyeball-shaped glass sphere. It was a Sealed Artifact which Emlyn had requested from the Sanguine, known as

at dealing with the Mutant pathway’s demigods and Shaman Kings. It could even be considered able

feel any sense of pity and kindness just because Emlyn

to indicate that there were no problems, Emlyn’s body phased away as the moonlight that shone into the room, and he disintegrated into a

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

with so many ordinary people, how 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

himself, this Shaman King, who had been active in the Southern Continent since the early Fifth Epoch and was even suspected to be dead, cast his gaze out the window and stared at the crimson moon high in