Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1234 The Projection“s “Descent“

The blinding white beam penetrated the glass window and landed on Shaman King Klarman.

It then burst into an intense light, melting away all the undead, darkness, and evil.

Klarman’s figure burned with a white flame, as though he was a paper figurine that had been brought near red embers.

But it really was a paper figurine, one that seemed to be condensed from the crimson moonlight.

The Shaman King’s substitute spell, Moon Paper Figurine!

As the paper figurine turned to ash, the ancient Shaman King appeared at the top of the cathedral and cast his cold gaze at Emlyn White, who was standing near the bell tower.

At that moment, within Klarman’s blood-red eyes, it reflected the figure of Sharron, who was wearing a black regal dress and a tiny bonnet. Her body stiffened as if she had lost control of herself.

Seeing this, Emlyn didn’t hesitate. It was as if he had practiced it a thousand times before. He aimed his Vision of White at the Shaman King’s left chest and prepared to activate the Sun domain’s “Unshadowed Spear.”

As long as this attack struck Klarman’s heart, this Shaman King Klarman wouldn’t be able to use “Moonlight Transformation” to resolve it. It would also be difficult for him to recover using an artificial vampire’s super-recovery abilities.

Of course, this would definitely cause more serious damage to Sharron who had possessed Klarman. However, if they could quickly resolve their target, she was willing to pay the corresponding price.

In the previous discussions, Emlyn, Sharron, and Maric had already discussed a few similar plans and had come to a consensus.

This was also the reason why Sharron didn’t restrict Shaman King Klarman by tightening his clothes. Compared to a Wraith’s possession, that was easier to resolve for the opponent who could use “Moonlight Transformation.” As for whether Klarman would be ashamed of running naked, the answer from the magic mirror was no.

Taking all these under consideration, they eventually chose to let Emlyn White attack the target, so as to deplete his Moon Paper Figurine to create an opportunity for Sharron to possess him.

The transparent glass sphere in Emlyn’s hand glowed once again, extending out into a blazing spear that had turned extremely white. But at this moment, Klarman, who was standing at the top of the cathedral, suddenly underwent a transformation.

A crack quickly split open in the middle of his forehead, as if there was a blood moon embedded in it.

Moonlight surged out like a tidal wave, causing the illusory, blonde, blue-eyed Sharron to float out of his body uncontrollably.

Klarman’s stiff and slow movements barely restored to normal and, under the radiance of the full moon, he turned into a pool of blood, splitting into countless fragments of light.

figure rapidly took form on another steeple of the cathedral. Clinging closely behind him was Sharron. As for the Unshadowed Spear that Emlyn had created, it passed through the spot where Klarman was originally standing

port city

squirm before something tore through his

was an exquisite male doll. It was only the size of a palm and wore a dark red, gold-patterned tuxedo. Its eyes

its hands, tapping all its fingers as though it was playing an

was immediately ejected from Klarman’s back, as though

clothes tighten as they

alive in a

to Klarman by the Rose School of Thought. It was called the “General of the Pupil-less Eye.” It was an item formed by a Sequence 4 demigod of the Mutant pathway who had suffered

objects with spirits and awaken objects that didn’t according to its wielder’s will. However, the wielder needed to feed it with their flesh and blood;

into an evil spirit that chased after its original owner

the burden, the Vision of White that was burning his soul emitted a bright glow, turning the

of the Pupil-less Eye had on his

particular word with a cruel smile. He reached out his

was the Door

pathway’s Sequence 3 was Summoning

of the “full blood moon” on his forehead, Klarman, who was only at the Shaman King level, was able to

his overall aura. He

the illusory creaking, the Door of

human palms reached out. Their skin had no luster to it, and they lacked texture. They were like

…

Thought believers and followers who had originally planned on attacking the Loen army’s defense line after the corpse horde’s attack had begun to kill each other, their rationality

constantly dripped. Some of their skin was dyed black and had become as hard as steel.

living creatures in the vicinity, causing them to either break down and suffer a tragic

there was

the Loen shelter. Although the soldiers didn’t see or hear anything, transparent blisters began growing on the surface of their

turn into irrational beasts. Across this base, even to the interior of Faoltec City, it would

they heard a

formed from sacred and ethereal

cathedral in the city. It was

and officers fell asleep one after another behind the shelter, inside the trenches, and on

and night vanilla. Their bodies and minds became extremely peaceful, and they were no

Evernight cathedral in Faoltec City, the high-ranking deacon of the Nighthawks, the Goddess’s Eye, Ilya, tried her best