The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 129

Losing control? Klein's heart stiffened as he nearly threw out his question.

Although Dunn and Old Neil had often stressed the possibility of losing control and the harm it caused, this was the first time he had experienced such an incident. He felt a little horrified, a little lost, a little scared, and a little sad. He felt a very mixed emotion.

"Among the cases that ... we have to deal with every year, a quarter of them are the result of Beyonders losing control.And among a quarter of cases, most of them are our teammates." Dunn's words flashed through Klein's mind, slowing down his reaction.

Old Neil, who had experienced many incidents like this, immediately asked, "Where is the Rampager? What do you want us to do?"

Klein was surprised to hear this. He believes that a rotten "half-retired person" like Old Neil will find reason to reject Swain's request or extort a large sum in return for his help. Klein never expected Old Neil to participate without hesitation, not caring about the difference between the Nighthawks and the Mandated Punisher.

Klein suddenly understood something when he saw the serious Old Neil. It didn't matter whether they were Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind. Their goal is to stop the supernatural forces from hurting innocent people and maintain peace and stability in Tingen. If they were faced with a dangerous and urgent situation, their sense of responsibility would encourage them to help without hesitation!

Swain answered briefly, "Be my support!"

He did not explain why the person lost control or where the Rampager was. Instead, he walked to the exit quickly.

This former Mandated Punishers captain was clearly an old alcoholic, but Klein realized that he could not keep up with the man's pace. He needs to do some jogging to make sure that he does not miss.

He turned to look at Old Neil, only to see the old Mystery Pryer running.

The three of them did not notice the gazes of the guards on their way there. One of them was wearing an old navy uniform that covered his body, the other was wearing a dark classic robe, and the other was wearing a black jacket. They stormed out of the billiard room and into the Evil Dragon Bar.

The customers who were drinking turned their eyes from the rat bait competition to Klein and his comrades.

"Is that Boss Swain?"

"Where did he go in such a hurry?"

"Did someone default on their loan?"

…

Amidst the gentle murmur, some customers focused their attention back to the cage. They once again became in an uproar, venting the pressure of their day. However, some of the more perceptive customers felt a little unease.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

Klein, Old Neil, and Swain ran across the street and entered the port district.

"On that ship." Swain slowed down and pointed to a cargo ship not far away. "Two Mandate Punishers besieged Rampager, preventing it from entering the Tussock River. Help me influence him and control him. Leave the rest to me."

Old Neil gasped for breath and said, "Alright, but you have to give me a minute. Phew, one minute to recover."

Swain nodded and said nothing more. He stormed into the ship and joined the fight.

After hearing the sound of battle on the ship, Old Neil looked at Klein who was somewhat nervous. He took out a piece of silver the size of a baby's palm from a hidden pocket near his waist. He then gave the silver to Klein and said, "Sleeping spell. The spell to activate this talisman was the phrase 'Every night' in ancient Hermes. After you finish the spell, put your spirituality into the charm and then throw it at the target after three seconds."

"Good!" Klein stretched out his hand to receive the talisman and felt touched.

These charms are engraved with Hermes spells on both sides, as well as corresponding symbols, Path Numbers, and spell characteristics. He did not need to activate his Spirit Sight to feel a deep and calm strength flowing within the enchantment.

Old Neil stood up straight and took out a similar talisman from his hidden pocket and held it in his palm. He joked as he walked towards the cargo ship, "Don't be too nervous, relax and think about something else. For example, I lend you that charm. If you are going to use it, remember to make it for me in return. .Of course, you can wait until next month, when you receive a new material quota before you do."

He was really an experienced Old Neil. Klein stuffed the amulet into his left pocket, reached into the scabbard, took out his revolver, and set his hammer and drum.

"I don't feel nervous anymore." He held a gun in one hand and his stick in the other. He climbed the stairs with Old Neil and boarded the cargo ship.

These cargo ships have obvious signs of age. Despite being powered by steam and possessing a chimney, it retains its past fixtures such as its poles and sails. Furthermore, only its surface and a few other parts were coated with metal; the remaining parts of the ship were still made of wood.

As the sounds of the battle intensified, Klein and Old Neil suddenly heard a loud noise amidst the frenzy while searching for a way to enter the cabin.

The wooden cabin instantly shattered, its shards flying everywhere. A figure fell through the hole and crashed into the side of the ship.

Klein did not have much time to evaluate the man's injury. His gaze focused on the monster that was heading towards the hole.

The monster was over 1.8 meters tall and wore a tattered shirt and pants. His ankles were covered with dark green scales, and a layer of skin had formed between his fingers and toes, as if they were the limbs of a webbed aquatic creature.

His head was covered in wrinkles, still barely resembling a human. His scales were coated with a sticky liquid that continuously dripped onto the floor.

Hissing!

The dark green sticky liquid slightly damaged the deck, leaving visible marks behind.

Bam! Swain punched the monster from the side, causing it to stagger two steps to the side.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Even with the ridiculous muscles that Swain had, he was clearly inferior to that monster. Although his punches and kicks were connected, they were unable to break his scales and cause physical damage. Swain for a moment was reduced to a miserable state as she staggered.

If not for Swain's overwhelming sense of balance and other Mandate Punishments' attempts to shoot and suppress the monster, Klein suspected that this blue-eyed elder would have been beaten to death by the monster.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Swain took a few steps back, then advanced once more, like a moth towards a flame.

But Klein could sense that he was gathering something, waiting for something.

Bam!

Swain was sent to retreat, his body covering the other Mandated Punisher's field of vision.

The monster took this opportunity to attack towards the opening.

He wanted to escape from the ship and jump into the Tussock River!

Looking at the wrinkled and sticky head of the monster, Klein raised his right hand and pulled the trigger.

Bang out!

The silver demon hunter's bullet hit the monster's body just as he had predicted. But it only hit his scales and failed to penetrate his body completely.

The monster let out a deafening scream before he exerted strength with his feet and pounced on Klein.

When he smelled a pungent fishy smell, Klein suddenly leaned over and rolled to the side.

Clangs! He felt the ship shake as the shards hit him as well.

At the same time, he heard an old voice but in reciting a spell in ancient Hermes, "Every night!"

The silver piece was instantly engulfed by the deep red flames and emitted a faint explosive sound.

A deep and calm strength spread out. The monster, which almost destroyed the side of the shop, swayed. His movements became slow.

Swain out of the cabin. He approached the creature and retracted his arm, hitting the monster like a hammer. His punch was connected to the monster's head.

But he could barely injure, let alone cause fatal damage. But Klein could sense that whatever the blue-eyed elder gathered had finally reached its peak.

The explosion! The monster seemed to be recovering. He swung his arm and made Swain take five steps back. Each of his steps caused cracks to form on the deck.

Seeing that the monster was about to turn around and jump off the cargo ship, Klein took out a Sleeping Spell from his pocket in a hurry.

After which, he expertly recited the sentence in Ancient Hermes, "Every night!"

Suddenly, Klein felt the silver charm in his hand become ice-cold, as if it was made of snow.

He didn't think too much about it. He injected his spirituality into the talisman, then pulled his arm back before throwing it forward, sending the talisman flying towards the monster.

Meanwhile, a fish-and-human monster had jumped into the air.

The dark red flames illuminated the darkness around him and the faint explosion was like the beginning of sleep as it quickly gushed out.

Bam!

The monster fell onto the dock, wriggling into a ball. It was temporarily in a half-asleep state.

Klein was just about to rush to the side of the boat and shoot the monster's head when he suddenly saw Swain storming and jumping, his naval uniform long gone.

He changed his posture in the air, his muscles tensed.

Using his spiritual perception, Klein could feel something that had been suppressed erupt. Swain descended from the sky and smashed into the monster's body. He then straightened his back and landed a heavy fist on the monster's head.

The crack!

The monster's skull was smashed to pieces. Dark red blood and grayish brain matter were mixed with a green sticky liquid that splattered on the ground.

"This is one of the abilities of the Folk of Rage?" Klein muttered to himself as he stood near the side of the damaged ship.

Old Neil held his left arm and bent down to see what was happening below.

At that moment, Swain stood up straight. He stared at the monster under his feet who had just lost his life.

He took out a metal flask and opened the lid. He drank half the liquor before tilting the flask, pouring the rest of the liquor into the monster.

After finishing this, Swain looked like he was very old, his back slightly bent.

Old Neil sighed as he looked at the scene below. He whispered to Klein, "I know the Mandate Punisher who lost control. He has been following Swain for almost thirty years, once cleaning up the water ghosts that have killed people on the beach. He also captured the evil Beyonders who tried to escape through the Tussock River…"

He did not continue, but Klein understood what he wanted to say: A guard who had contributed a lot and killed countless monsters ended up becoming a monster himself.

This is not an isolated incident. It was a likely outcome that many members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind would face someday.

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