The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 250

"Good." Klein nodded solemnly.

Sergeant Faxine touched his short hair and said, "There's another arrangement.I'll explain it to you in detail, and you can decide for yourself."

He turned his eyes to the living room.

Klein made a polite invitation gesture, then watched as Sergeant Faxine closed the door behind him, walked over to the sofa, and sat down.

"What's your plan?" Klein kept his coat on, his hands still in his pockets.

Faxine slightly leaned forward, clasped his hand, and said, "You must be well aware that you have offended the ambassador. Tonight or tomorrow will be the most dangerous period for you.

"The higher-ups have given you three choices. The first was to go to the Sacred Wind Cathedral for two days. I know that you are a follower of the God of Steam and Machines, but Saint Hierland's Cathedral is too far away, and it's easy for trouble to arise on the way there."

Kleinn nodded indiscriminately and waited for the sergeant to give him a second choice.

Suddenly, his vision blurred and his head went numb. He felt as if there was a thick layer of glass around him.

He saw that the opening and closing of Sergeant Faxine's mouth slowed down, and he noticed that his mind had become sluggish.

This feeling is very familiar. Klein suddenly recalled the puppet from the Antigonus family, Closed Artifact 2-049!

Back then, he was repeatedly affected in the same way, but he had been awakened by Captain Dunn Smith and the others. To ensure that others can detect the abnormality at the right time, they continue to stretch and pull back their arms!

The family of Antigonus holds the Seer path.The ability of this person is similar to that of the Antigonus family doll.. He is the Mid-Sequence Charmer of the Seer path. As expected, it is him, but no Dunn Smith could wake him up.

The muscles on Officer Faxine's face began to squirm. Soon, he turned into a man with black hair and blue eyes. He had a handsome face and a small beard.

He said with a smile, "Given the time, this is one of the most difficult abilities for anyone who is not a High-Ranking Extreme."

As she spoke, Klein saw the image of the woman in the black regal dress appear on the oriel windowpanes.

He walked slowly and stiffly out of the glass; his blonde hair, smooth face, and pale face made him seem more like a puppet than a living person.

"i never thought that you would be able to hire such a powerful bodyguard. If it wasn't for my previous prophecy, I might have died here already. What kind of compensation do you pay? By the way, my name is Rosago ." Rosago did not look back as he continued to smile at Klein, but he did not expect a smooth answer from the man he controlled.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing on his neck, causing his hair to stand up and goosebumps to appear all over his body.

There seemed to be an invisible person on his back, breathing down his neck!

Rosago laughed, raised his left hand, and flicked his finger.

Pow!

Fire suddenly soared from his back, and a transparent shadow burned, quickly turning into ashes.

In Klein's vision, all of these movements are broken down into a grid of images.

This was not because his opponent had become slow, but because his mind was getting sluggish.

He's already controlling me. Why doesn't he directly kill me.. Do all criminals like to get involved in long monologues.No, he's not stupid, to figure out the problem, but his mind was moving at a very slow pace.

He stared intently at Rosago, paying attention to every detail.

Finally, she saw a figure in each of Rosago's eyes, a figure with blond hair, blue eyes, a pale face, and a dark black Gothic regal dress!

And at this moment, the woman was still behind Rosago. He was still by the window of the oriel, walking towards her like a manipulated doll.

He has not really controlled it. He is still trying to fight and fight. They struggle in the realm of mystery… Klein turned his attention to the Foul Language of enchantment he held in his left hand. It was cold and slippery, full of evil.

He was happy that he did not lower his vigilance and maintained a combat-ready condition the entire time.

He could only injure himself to injure his opponent! Klein gathered his strength and struggled to speak.

His vocal cords seemed to have rotted, and his throat was wriggling in difficulty.

He said in a hoarse voice in the ancient Hermes with a staccato rhythm, "Rewoo!"

As his voice echoed through the air, Klein felt a corrosive pain in his left palm, and he heard an illusory whisper that could drive a person crazy.

This was a state he was familiar with, and it did not affect his next attempt.

That effort was to inject most of his spirituality into the charm of the Dirtiness Language that required no control over his body.

In three seconds, the voice of the True Creator will descend into the physical world and enter the ears of the creature closest to it!

"3!"

The opening, the commotion, the illusion, the evil whisper spread in an instant. Klein felt his scalp tingling, his mind raging, his pulse throbbing. He found it hard to focus his mind.

"2!"

The pale woman in the black regal dress behind her accelerated her actions, but soon, she frowned in pain.

At this moment, Klein felt the weakening of the influence as he wanted, regaining his smooth thought process and feeling as if his joints were once again filled with lubricant!

After experiencing the ravings all this time, he endured the madness and pain, quickly pulling out and throwing the Wretched Language charm from his left palm at Rosago.

"1!"

The iron-black charm, with its many creepy-looking symbols and patterns, melted away. Rosago had just regained his composure and tried to jump to the side when he saw the dense darkness and heard a mutter containing extraordinary knowledge and extreme madness.

No human being can describe such a sound. All the blood vessels in Rosago's head bulged out as if they were about to burst.

He fell to the ground, wriggling and struggling as his skin broke, inch by inch, revealing the flesh beneath him.

At the same time, Klein and the blond woman with blue eyes also failed to endure the pain as they fell to the ground. Each of them let out a tragic scream, the overwhelming pain felt like someone had stabbed their temple with a drill rod.

Their eyes turned red as red liquid flowed down their noses. They cannot see or feel the outside world.

The experienced Klein was the first to recover. He staggered to his feet and saw that Rosago had torn off his clothes and stripped off his skin, exposing his flesh and blood vessels.

He was like a legendary red monster that had been skinned. He constantly fell on the ground while groaning in pain, as if he was about to lose control.

Klein did not wait for the result, as he could not afford the possibility of the other party benefiting, as well as being a devotee of the True Creator.

He believed that the evil god must be angry as well.

Taking out his revolver and adjusting his barrel to firing position, Klein took two steps forward, circled the coffee table, and pointed his gun muzzle at Rosago's head.

Bang out! Bang out! Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!

Dressed in his black double-breasted suit, he stared intently at his enemy as he shot five rounds in a row, watching his enemy's head swell and explode into a red, white, mixed mixture, and black splattered all over the floor.

Captain, thank you for demonstrating this to me earlier. Klein gasped for breath as he lowered his revolver before he beamed brightly.

In front of him, Rosago's headless corpse wavered slightly before collapsing to the side of the sofa.

Only then did the woman in the black Gothic grand dress stop her scream. His struggles and movements slowed down, but his skin seemed more transparent.

Seeing the flesh on Rosago's writhing corpse, Klein did not hesitate to use his own Requiem Spell.

Under the calm and serene atmosphere, the corpse finally stopped moving.

After seeing this scene, Klein thought of something. He took out another talisman and shouted in a low voice, "Crimson!"

Then, he injected some of his spirituality into it and cast this charm onto his bodyguard—woman with pale golden hair and pale white face.

As the power of sleep radiated, the woman who was still weak under the influence of the remaining voices instantly became quiet as she fell into a deep sleep.

Just to be sure, Klein cast another Sleeping Spell, fearing he would be distracted during what he planned next.

15 Minsk Street once again has peace. This time, nothing was broken; only the ground was contaminated, as the fight between the three parties was mystical and transcended the physical realm.

Looking at Rosago's corpse and then at his sleeping bodyguard, Klein mocked himself, "It's also great to frequently prosecute death. At least I'm getting immunity."

He did not immediately attempt an intermediate ritual because Rosago had now been tainted by a True Creator, and communicating directly with the spirit was tantamount to suicide.

But that didn't mean Klein had no choice. He plans to do mediumship over the gray fog by bringing Rosago with him!

With his current spirit body level, even with the augmentation given by Azik's copper whistle, he was unable to move a portable camera, let alone a corpse that was several times heavier. However, mediumship is not done with corpses, but the channeling of spirituality is left!

Klein took out a candle, quickly arranged the ritual ceremony, summoned himself, and responded to himself, transforming into a special spirit body.

After becoming a spirit, she sees the remnants of Rosago's different spirituality, and she realizes that Miss Guards' physical condition is a bit strange. He was actually in a very similar condition to her, but there was also a huge difference.

Without wasting any time thinking, Klein carried the Azik copper whistle, wrapped the rest of Rosago's spirituality, and entered above the gray fog.

After juggling the corresponding ritual items and preparing the simple altar, Klein quickly began the medium ritual.

During this process, he was surprised to find that he no longer needed to pray to anyone to be able to communicate directly with spirits. It seemed like he was a real spirit medium!

Phew... Is this the special power I have in the mysterious space above the gray fog? A thought flashed through Klein's mind as he began to recite the divination statement.

"The herb formula for the path of the Diviner."