The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 285

Audrey, who had prepared an urgent method of communication with Xio and Fors, quickly conveyed Mr.'s message. Fool told the two women through a large golden retriever, Susie, claiming that the information he received came through another source.

In a corner of an old church, when Xio thought about how to confirm Lanevus' identity, or how he should create chaos and avenge Williams, he unrolled the paper.

… No need to confirm. He's Lanevus? Xio's eyes widened as he quickly read the contents of the other paper. A piece of paper clearly wrote:

"The only option is to tell the Church of the Goddess Overnight.

"Warn them that Lanevus has the deity of a True Creator on him."

"Godliness? The Godhead of the True Creator?" Xio exclaimed as he looked at the golden retriever in front of him in shock, only to realize that he was equally dumbfounded.

"What?" Fors listened when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He hurriedly grabbed a piece of paper and scanned it.

After a while, he curled his lips and said in a daze, "This ...this must be a joke, right?

"How can we get involved in the problems associated with the divinity of the evil god?"

This was meant to involve the arrest of a cunning con man who was only worth 200 pounds!

In response to Fors' question, Susie could only express the idea that she was just a dog and she also had no idea what was happening with her innocent eyes.

Not expecting a dog to answer her question, she turned to Xio and said, "i'm afraid Miss Audrey is not as naive and innocent as we thought. He has many secrets.

"This may be a power struggle between the sects, the nobles and the Church.

"However, it was clear that he had no idea about the matter of divinity before this. He was also used by someone. Hmm. That person could be his father, Count Hall."

"Fortunately this problem ends here. You don't have to take any more risks. Once you get someone to make a report, you just have to wait to collect the reward calmly."

Xio was surprised and said, "That's right …

"Hopefully, those Nighthawks can avenge Williams. They were very strong, so they could definitely do it. It's definitely…"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head to the side and spoke as if he were talking to himself, "I am still too weak.

"Too weak…"

Xio jerked his hands up, covering his mouth and nose.

…

I'm still too weak.If it wasn't for that, I would have chosen to take revenge myself, but right now I can only take a step back' and hidden helpers around Lanevus. Just by his divinity, he is not someone I can deal with. With the Nighthawks' reaction speed, they will likely take action tonight after they receive the report. The Diocese of Backlund is second only to the headquarters of the Church. They had many Sealed Artifacts and many powerful Beyonder. There was no need to wait for an additional maid.After completing her task of telling Audrey, Klein returned to the real world. He stuck his beard in, changed his hairstyle, and stared into the mirror for a few minutes.

He felt anticipation and excitement, as well as depression and a sense of helplessness.

Before nightfall, he left the Quelaag Club and returned to Minsk Road. On his way, he went to the wholesale market and found a stall bustling with his great business. He bought several masks, including a clown mask.

He had decided to watch the hunt for Lanevus tonight!

He wanted to see the other party pay the price of his madness with his own eyes!

Of course, with his strength, he could only see from a distance and did not even have the right to approach them.

At eleven o'clock, when many people were in their dreams, Klein changed into a grayish-blue working uniform and disguised himself like the night before. Then, he put on his hat, walked a few streets, and took a chartered train to the Backlund Bridge area.

Once there, he turned to walking and walked away to East Balam Pier.

His interview yesterday included questions like "where do you live now" and "what is the environment like." Therefore, he knew very well that Lanevus would stay in the dormitory provided by the Dock Union at night.

However, Klein did not approach him. Instead, he carefully circled around it. The target is the clock tower of East Balam Pier.

In Backlund, in addition to a large church with its tall and iconic clock tower, many government buildings are also equipped with one. However, they do not have to be tall, majestic, and not ornate. It was mostly built for pragmatic reasons, such as this one at East Balam Pier.

Compared to the surrounding buildings that reached a maximum of three floors, it was like a giant standing high in the night sky while facing the entire area.

Klein easily entered the inside of the clock tower and climbed up the endless spiral staircase as he moved swiftly in the darkness.

Finally, he reached his destination. He arrived at the top of a giant wall clock. It was surrounded by a dark yellow fence, and on top of its head was a tower that could be reached by stretching out its hands.

Taking a few steps forward, Klein hid in the shadows, felt his position, and looked towards the Dock Union dormitory.

It was a two-story, brick-red building, and the occasional pedestrian resembled a black dot in Klein's eyes.

He stared for a few seconds, then took a step back, and sank into the darkness.

At the same time, he took out the mask he had just bought and put it on.

It was a clown with the corners of his mouth raised sharply and his nose painted red.

The happy clown.

…

Dressed in a clown mask, Klein stood in the pitch-black darkness, patiently waiting for the predetermined show.

He waited for two hours.

When the clockwork of the large wall passed by one o'clock, he suddenly saw something flying from a distance.

It was a huge plane covered in dark black paint!

If not for the dim light of the moon, it would be indistinguishable from the night sky. Unlike what was depicted in newspapers and magazines, describing it as a machine that emitted excessive mechanical noise, its paddles spun quietly, she said, a vulture who has found its prey but has not found an opportunity.

The dense and light alloy supports the cotton frame, and underneath hangs compartments for weapons, projectile launchers, and cannons. At first glance, it seemed to be a powerful deterrent.

Silence... Is this a temporary result caused by the Beyonder way? Klein, wearing his clown mask, looked at the slowly descending plane and guessed.

At this moment, he was most confused by the delivery of the plane for a small-scale Beyonder battle in the densely populated area of the city!

Are they not afraid to do additional damage to the local people? Are they not afraid of causing panic?

Immediately, the plane hovered about 10 meters in the air. This way, Klein did not even worry too much about getting caught. His position was much higher than theirs!

Observing the situation below, he suddenly had a premonition. It is likely that the plane will not engage in combat, however, it provides air surveillance in the area to provide better views to the personnel involved in the operation and prevent the target from escaping in the event of an accident.

Right at this moment, three black-robed figures suddenly appeared in front of the brick-red two-story building.

The man in the lead was not wearing a hat, revealing short golden brown hair and blackish green eyes that looked as deep as a windless lake.

His shirt collar and jacket were propped up high, and his palms were covered in a layer of blood-red gloves!

It is one of the nine high-ranking deacons of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, Crestet Cesimir. He is also one of the three powerhouses of the Red Gloves and he happens to be in Backlund.

After looking straight ahead, Cesimir turned to his left and said to his subordinates, "Use Closed Artifacts 1-63."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Nighthawk crouched down and helped Cesimir untie the chain around the silver suitcase.

Throughout the entire process, Crestet Cesimir's muscles were extremely tense, as if he was fighting something.

The nighthawk on the left took a deep breath and punched him abruptly, causing the illusionary ripples on the surface of the silver box to crack.

The surrounding halo suddenly disappeared as if it was completely sucked into the case. The bone sword, which was less than a meter long, emitted a shiny pure white light as it slowly floated.

His blade had an ancient silver-plated mirror attached to it.

Scenes reflected in the mirror are layered and superimposed without end.

The nighthawk on the left took out a mirror and pointed it at the brick red building.

The building was clearly reflected in it, and nothing seemed to change.

However, Cesimir slowly exhaled, extending his left hand to grasp the short bone sword.

Hello around him somewhat recovered.

"Let's go in." He started walking towards the entrance of the brick building.

The three Nighthawks opened the door and entered the dark building and targeted the stairs leading to the second floor.

At that moment, a tall skinny figure emerged from the shadows in the corner. He was wearing a black priestess uniform, and he had curly pale yellow hair and ghastly dark brown eyes.

"You are the Sword of the Goddess?" "The nearly two-meter-tall "giant" spoke in a deep voice.

At the same time, he clenched his right palm.

Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!

The Union members in this small brick red building exploded one after another in their dreams, without even having a chance to shout.

Their bodies split into pieces, turning into thick, sticky flesh. Half of their bodies rushed towards the "Giant" to weave into a robe that could reduce magical damage. The other half condensed into a giant hairy tapestry that enveloped the three Nighthawks.

Crestet Cesimir just looked in silence without doing anything.

Silently, flesh and blood disappeared and collapsed before falling like rain, but the raindrops did not stain the floor in red.

In each room, a figure appeared once more, still sleeping soundly.

"This is a world inside a mirror, a mirror world that only targets Beyonders. The meat bomb you planted on an ordinary person's body is just an illusion here." Cesimir raised the bone sword Sacred Artifact in his right hand, causing the surrounding light to disappear.

"Hmmm!" the "Giant" suddenly grabbed his left shoulder with his right hand and tore off his arm. He then threw his blood arm forward!

The explosion!

His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a rain of blood that rained down on the three Nighthawks.

At the same time, the meat on his left shoulder started writhing wildly as he slowly grew a new arm that was still bleeding without skin.

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

Hissing!

The blood-colored raindrops accurately dodged Cesimir and the others before falling to the ground and quickly corroded into a deep, dark trail.

But no matter how hard they tried, they always missed the three Nighthawks by the width of the hair, as if they were destined to do so.

"My enemies weren't always lucky enough." The corner of Cesimir's mouth curved, and with a single step of his foot, he instantly appeared in front of "Giant."

Giant's eyes narrowed as his body suddenly melted like wax, turning into sticky flesh and blood that quickly seeped onto the floor.

Cesimir immediately knelt down and stuck the bone sword of the Sacred Artifact onto the ground.

"No!"

In the rich darkness, a roar filled with pain and horror instantly sounded, and it was immediately engulfed by calmness and tranquility.

Cesimir stood up and unsheathed the bone sword. A drop of dark red blood slowly dripped onto its tip, and on the floor, flesh and blood seeped out, freezing into a face of despair. It is precisely the "Giant" who has a slightly drooping mouth.

Swat! Swat! Swat!

Three shadows appeared around Cesimir in quick succession. However, they all mysteriously collapsed to the ground, having been forcibly dropped by many invisible entities!

Bang out! Bang out! Bang out! Another nighthawk was fired, and the silver surface of the bullet seemed to contain the Overnight Sacred Emblem.

Three assailants hiding in the shadows suddenly appeared, twitching as they lost their breath.

"Bishop of Roses, The Shadow Hermit. The people of the Order of Aurora." Cesimir frowned and said in a low voice without turning to his friends, "There's something wrong with this. This is so weird. You're all careful."

Before he could finish his words, he heard dragging footsteps that resounded in silence and tranquility.

Immediately, he saw Lanevus with his chiseled face wearing a linen shirt walking down a dark staircase. He looked calm and composed with no sign of fear.

"i'm very curious. For the Order of Aurora, you must be a blasphemer. Why would they send people to protect you?" Cesimir did not seem to notice the abnormality as he asked casually.

Lanevus showed his trademark mocking smile and said, "That's simple.

"Because I'm no longer just Lanevus."

He paused for a moment, and his gaze suddenly turned cold.

"Now, I am even more than a True Creator!"

He opened his linen shirt, revealing dark red flesh on his skinless chest and stomach.

Flesh and blood were fused together, forming the figure of a hanged man!

Suddenly, the void around them shattered like glass, and all the scenery around them shattered.

It is the aura of a god.