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.

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

entire port city was

time, Klarman’s right shoulder began to squirm before something tore through

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

raised its hands, tapping all its fingers

back, as though she suffered a serious

tighten

a bid to strangle him to

Rose School of Thought. It was called the “General of the Pupil-less Eye.” It was an item formed

according to its wielder’s will. However, the wielder needed to feed it with their flesh and blood; otherwise, it would

it would transform into an evil spirit that

White that was burning his soul emitted a bright glow,

Pupil-less Eye had

had already indiscernibly muttered a particular word with a cruel smile. He reached out his hands and pulled out an illusory door with many mysterious symbols engraved on it out of thin

was the Door of

Moon pathway’s Sequence 3

forehead, Klarman, who was only at the Shaman King level, was able to

a certain change in his overall aura. He had lost a lot of

creaking, the Door of Summoning

skin had no luster to it, and they lacked texture. They were like

…

who had originally planned on attacking the Loen army’s defense line after the corpse horde’s

fur. The corners of their mouths tore open as sticky saliva constantly dripped. Some of their skin was dyed black and had become as hard as steel. Some lost their hearts and fell to the ground, only to get back on their feet as though nothing had happened. Some of their bodies turned transparent, as if

vicinity, causing them to either break down and suffer a tragic

Sequence 1, “He” could directly bestow the power unto “His” believers, but there was a time limit. However, this method might not

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

into irrational beasts. Across this base, even to the interior of

heard a

chant formed from sacred and ethereal

from the Evernight cathedral in the city. It was as though there were many

another behind the

and night vanilla. Their bodies and minds became

Faoltec City, the high-ranking deacon of the Nighthawks, the Goddess’s Eye, Ilya, tried her best to maintain the dream that enveloped the entire city. She was unable to interfere with the demigod battle