The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 123

Vines grow throughout the dilapidated garden outside the glass window. The river flowed gently, reflecting the stars in the sky as warm light gushed out from the nearby buildings.

Everything was quiet, as if waiting for the night to come.

Trissy, who had her usual features combined to make her look extremely beautiful, shifted her gaze and walked quickly towards the clothes rack to pick up a long black robe equipped with a hood.

He quickly put on a robe, tightened his buttons and belt before pulling the hood over his head, turning himself into an Assassin.

Trissy raised her right hand and rubbed her face, immediately changing her appearance behind the hood to a blur.

Right at that moment, he picked up a handful of shimmering powder from the hidden pouch near his waist and spread it to himself while reciting a spell.

Trissy's figure began to disappear bit by bit, her lines disappearing like pencil marks erased by erasers.

He quietly left the room after completing his concealment spell. He moved to the opposite room and then opened the non-baked window.

With a light leap, Trissy stood on the window sill and looked down at the grassy plains to the back of the building. He looked down at the steel fence that seemed to merge with the night. There, he saw Corpse Collector Frye who was quietly walking past the fence.

He took a deep breath and flew down like a feather, stepping into the grassy field without a sound.

Frye, who was wearing a black jacket, carefully scanned the surroundings with a custom revolver in his hand, looking for any vindictive spirits or evil spirits that might appear.

He could see such an entity directly!

Trissy approached Frye silently, walking behind her. It was unknown when the dagger covered in 'black paint' appeared in his hand.

Poof!

He attacked quickly, sticking a dagger into Frye's lower back.

But at this moment, the scene before him shattered, as if everything was an illusion.

Trissy realized that she was still standing on the window sill, still looking into the grassy field and the steel fence.

Except this time, it wasn't just Corpse Collector Frye standing outside the fence. There was also Leonard Mitchell aiming straight at the window sill, as well as Dunn Smith. Captain Nighthawks bowed as he pressed his glabella, his eyes closed as formless ripples spread out from him.

Trissy's pupils constricted. He understood that everything that happened was just a dream. He fell asleep unconsciously!

Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!

Leonard and Frye fired three shots, accurately hitting an unseen target still awake from his reverie.

The crack!

Trissy's figure began to appear, first cracking, then completely crumbling into a shard of rough silver mirror!

Inside the building, Trissy, who had used a replacement spell, turned to escape. He followed the corridor and stairs, running all the way to the first floor.

Whooshing sound! A cold, sinister wind blew across the first floor, which could freeze a person. Shapeless transparent figures rigidly paced around every corner of the building in a daze.

Trissy, who had lost her concealment, felt her body temperature drop every time she passed through the spirits. He could no longer control his vibration when he finally reached the sacrificial altar.

The altar was a round table, with a statue of a god carved from bones placed in the center.

This statue was about the size of a grown man's head, with only an indication of his eyes, but that figure was a beautiful woman.

His hair extended from head to heel, each strand clear and thick, as if it were a venomous snake or tentacle.

There is only one eye located at the end of each strand of hair, some closed, others open.

There were many dolls scattered around the statue. The workmanship of the doll was rough. Names and relevant information are written on the doll; for example, Joyce Mayer.

There were three candles on the table, twinkling with a yellowish-green flame despite the cold and sinister wind.

Trissy bowed to the statue of the god and quickly recited the spell.

He then pushed the dolls away and extinguished the candle flame before taking the statue.

Whooshing sound!

The wind howled loudly as they shook the tightly shut window.

Mendeering! Crunch! Glass shards flew in all directions.

Frye, who had just walked to the other side of the building, did not dare to barge into the sacrificial altar carelessly. He shivered, feeling his blood turn cold and frozen. It made his actions seem slower.

Suddenly, he felt a tightness around his heels as if they had been gripped by something invisible.

A protruding chill spreads upward from the point of contact. A Sequence 9 Beyonder will be completely numb by now. But as a Corpse Collector, Frye was no stranger to such situations.

He turned his revolver to the side of his heel and pulled the trigger. It was as if he could see who his enemy was, and where exactly he was.

Bang out!

The formless figure disappeared and Frye regained her ability to move.

Elsewhere, Dunn Smith, who wanted to reach the second floor by dodging a frontal attack on the altar, was also affected by the cold wind. His body froze as he stopped right outside the broken window.

Whooshing sound! The curtain behind the window suddenly lifted and enveloped Dunn, as if a monster had just opened its mouth to devour its prey.

The curtains wrapped around Dunn's head, seemed to be filled with life. Dunn's facial features began to press through the narrowed fabric.

Dunn, who was about to suffocate, stomped on with both feet. He straightened his knees and twisted his waist, loosening the grip of the curtain with raw strength alone.

He grabbed the corner of the curtain around his head with his left hand and pulled it away before throwing it to the ground.

Bang out!

He fired a shot at another part of the curtain behind the window, stopping him from attempting another attack on him.

The curtain immediately stopped as a dark red liquid flowed out from it.

Whooshing sound!

On the field, Leonard Mitchell was reciting his poetry and was also struck by a sinister cold wind with an intense death sensation. His teeth rumbled, making it difficult to recite his poems.

The messy weeds in the garden suddenly extended, wrapping around his heels. A black shadow threw itself at him along with a strong wind.

Leonard, whose body had become stiff, failed to shoot in time. He could only pull his shoulders and raise his hand.

Thump! The black shadow smashed into his forearm, the thorns on his body piercing his skin.

It was a beautiful bright red flower, its origin unknown.

In pain, Leonard threw away the flower that was stained with his blood.

Bang out! He fired a shot at the spreading vines, causing a deep red liquid to come out.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it! Leonard sped up his pace and charged towards the smashed window on the first floor where the altar was behind.

The vines were pulled suddenly from where he had previously stood, as if hiding from something invisible.

Trissy exploits the chaos created by destroying the altar and the suspension-style ritual to hide herself once again. He managed to trick the Spirit Vision Nighthawks and escaped a pincer attack before walking to the spot behind the three Nighthawks.

He stretched out his right hand, immediately causing a cold wind to blow. It carried a flower dyed with Leonard's blood right on his palm.

Trissy did not stop. With flowers in hand, he nimbly walked over the steel fence and fled towards the Tussock River.

Leonard, who had just entered the first level, suddenly turned his head, as if he was listening to something.

Expressions change. He frantically pulled his sleeve and looked at the wound caused by the flower.

By his constitution, his wounds had already stopped bleeding. There was only a few red patches left.

Leonard's expression became grim. He pinched his left index finger and pulled his nails out!

His face shriveled in pain, but he did not stop. As he recited something without a sound, he sliced the wound that clumped with his fingernails. When her nails were dyed with her dark red blood, she pulled out a few strands of hair from her scalp and wrapped the nails in her hair.

Next to the Tussock River, Trissy slowed down. He turned his eyes to the flower in his hand.

He chanted something as an illusory black fireball suddenly appeared in his palm.

Fire enveloped the flower, burning it to ashes.

After finishing this, Trissy jumped into the river and drowned herself.

At the same time, Leonard threw the blood-stained nail wrapped in his hair into a corner. He saw it burn and gave off a foul smell.

Nails and hair disappear quickly, leaving only a small amount of dust.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief. He entered the first level through the window and said to Dunn and Frye who were destroying the altar, "The target has escaped. But that's okay, our main goal is to stop the ritual."

Dunn sighed and looked at the dolls on the table.

"He was very careful and very strong. He sensed we approached him earlier, if not .. he should at least be Sequence 7 Beyonder.

"Give Klein a signal. Ask him to come."

Through a brief interaction in the dream, he has determined that his enemy is female.