The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 286

In the clock tower of East Balam Pier, Klein hid in the darkness while wearing a clown mask while secretly staring at the Dock Union dormitory. A flying ship floated above.

He could not see the details of the battle, and he did not know the progress of the operation in the red brick building. All he could do was endure and determine the situation by observing the changes in the surroundings and the occasional black dot passing by.

Just then, he saw all the gas lights in the area go out.

Everything has gone out!

It's pitch dark in there!

Right at that moment, a feeling that left an extremely deep impression on him burst forth from the small red brick building. Even from a long distance away, Klein could not help but tremble; his legs became soft, and he bent his waist.

It was an underrated feeling, a feeling that suppressed one's soul.

It was a feeling that was impossible to resist or face!

No, don't look directly at the Gods.In his vacillating mind, Klein seemed to recall the time he was in the hall of the Blackthorn Security Company. It was just like when she would activate her Spirit Vision to investigate the mental state of Megose and the baby inside her womb.

The feeling was exactly the same as now!

No, it was even more extreme and terrifying now!

How did this happen? Didn't Lanevus just be bestowed with a bit of the deity of a True Creator? At most, he would be given one or two other items accordingly! Why does it feel like an evil god is going down?

Before Klein could dispel his trembling body and numbness of his mind, he suddenly felt a deep, calm, and profound darkness enveloping a feeling that could not be seen, investigated, or resisted.

The two sensations were obliterated at the same time, causing the gas lamp in the surrounding area to light up once again. The plane that could not resist from falling floated back again.

Everything seemed to return to its original state, without the slightest change.

But Klein did not believe that it was all over. He stood with all his might, knowing that something important had happened in that red brick building.

A feeling that surpassed Beyonder, on a fundamental level, was no more, nor was there a feeling of the descent of an evil god. This meant that the plan of the True Creator or Lanevus had failed. However, the Nighthawks must have suffered some kind of serious blow as well. They might not even have much strength left.At that moment, Klein's heart moved. He quickly took out a spirit pendulum inside his left arm, holding it with one hand as he said in a low voice, "Lanevus is no longer dangerous at the moment."

After quickly repeating it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw that the topaz pendant was spinning counter-clockwise. However, the frequency is not fast, and the amplitude is not large.

This suggests that Lanevus is still a dangerous person but to a lesser extent.

What caught Klein's attention was something else.

The prophecy has not failed again!

This means that Lanevus has been separated from the divinity bestowed upon him by the True Creator!

A cold wind blew, seeping deep into Klein's bones, causing him to shiver. He felt as if an electric current was directly drilling into his brain from the soles of his feet.

Maybe I can do something! He suddenly had this thought and no longer hesitated. He took four counter-clockwise steps in the dark clock tower and went above the gray fog.

Without wasting any time, he sat down and conjured up a piece of yellowish-brown goat skin parchment and wrote a divination statement:

"Lanevus escape route."

Klein leaned back, quickly uttered the statement, and entered into a deep dream.

In that illusionary, detached, foggy world, he saw a sewer filled with mud with dark, dirty tunnels and rusty metal pipes.

It was narrow and closed.

It's gutter!

Klein immediately woke up, enveloped his body with spirituality, and descended into a gray fog.

Once he returned to the real world, he took a few steps back and came to the side of the clock tower facing away from the plane.

Klein did not walk down the spiral staircase, but rather tipped over a dark yellow fence. With the help of the platform, the prominent spots, and the decorations on the surface of the building, he jumped down level by level, his body perfectly balanced as if he was walking on the ground.

In a very short time, his feet stepped on the thick tiled stone on the road.

…

Inside the small red-brick building, two Nighthawks wearing red gloves had fainted near the door. The ancient silver-plated mirror had rolled into a corner, but it was no longer special. It no longer looked like a Class 1 Enclosed Artifact.

However, one could clearly feel that it was recovering little by little.

Crestet Cesimir was kneeling at the junction, a tear-like stream of blood running down the corner of his eye.

His short golden brown hair was drowned, and the collar stood on his jacket and shirt in tatters, revealing his relatively sharp chin and his thin, stiff mouth.

Gasps, distorted, semi-illustrated, and translucent faces appeared on each of his teeth.

Cesimir braced himself with his red gloved left hand on the ground, with great difficulty, he straightened his neck and looked straight ahead.

Right in front of him was a staircase to the second floor, on top of which stood Lanevus whose linen shirt was completely exposed.

Lanevus stood very upright, with a pure white fine bone sword stuck in his chest.

The skinless flesh no longer formed the outline of the figure of the hanged man, leaving a void.

Vaguely, one could even see his back through the hole in Lanevus' body.

"I really should thank you!

"really. Look at my sincere eyes. I really want to thank you!

"If you don't find me and arrive on time, I'll really be the container of a True Creator when 'He' goes down in a few months. When that happens, how is it different from death?"

Cesimir was stunned when he heard that. He refused to believe that the person whose wand was destroyed thanks to his hard work would be very happy.

At that moment, he wanted to stand up, but he could not. He was also powerless to resist.

When Lanevus saw his confusion, he coughed and said with a smile, "Do you? For people like me, it was the saddest thing when no one shared the great achievement I was proud of.

"Cough, when I was in Tingen City, I was tricked by a True Creator who not only initiated the descent of the seedlings, but he also secretly planted a 'tree child' on my body.

"No, I even believe that Megose's son is just a 'His' ruse'. 'He' didn't even ask the members of the Aurora Order to protect him to distract. It was as if 'He' knew from the start that the tactic would end in failure.

"'The true "'descendants' have formed inside me. The divinity of 'He' bestowed upon me was suddenly coupled with the 'tree child' in my body after I reached Backlund. Haha, can you imagine that? I was replaced bit by bit. 'He!' In the end, I will become a True Creator.

"Before I found a solution, I was discovered by members of the Order of Aurora through a god. Fortunately, they were all crazy with simple brains. Haha, there are always so many fools."

Cough! Cough! Cough! Lanevus spewed out a mouthful of foul blood, seemingly restoring some of his mobility.

He took a difficult step forward, and his chiseled face suddenly became gentle for some unknown reason as he began to resemble his real self.

Lanevus reached out to the handle of the stairs and laughed mockingly.

“Thank God, if the True Creator wanted to fully descend and replace me completely, He would need a lot of pessimism, despair, numbness, hatred, and primitive evil. Only Backlund—only East Borough, factory area and dock, which can satisfy his desires. It gives me a chance to interact with others.

"i know that it is unrealistic to report this to the police only through the people I interact with because the people I contact could be members of the Aurora Order.

“i originally wanted to incite a strike for the police to notice me, but I was warned by someone from the Order of Aurora. After being tortured, I could only rush to end it.

"i acted as if I was on the verge of losing control and had gotten a chance to go down the gutter to vent. During this process, I secretly used my blood to damage the creatures living there, turning them into terrifying mutated monsters. Unfortunately, before you can fully investigate the reason behind it, it was discovered by the Order of Aurora. Apparently, a member of theirs died under a mutated monster. Huh, now that I no longer have a god or a sapling, my blood no longer has such an effect.

“After that, I controlled more strictly, but I still found an opportunity.I killed a prostitute and used the most cruel methods to attract the attention of the police, but who would have thought that the people of the Aurora Order would go undercover? a case as part of a serial murder series? I still failed to receive the rescue I needed.

“From the same opportunity, I could only use more ingenious methods.I took the initiative to ask the fiercest, craziest, and most radical members of the Aurora Order to watch over me, and this fits with their thinking. Hehe, can't they? using their brains? Such a madman would get into trouble at any moment. As expected, you guys are coming!"

At that moment, Lanevus exhaled and began to move his body, as if he had finally gotten rid of the residual effects.

He took out a holy bone sword from his chest and said regretfully, "It's a pity. I can't take him; otherwise, I'll be tracked down and found by you soon."

After the pure white bone sword completely separated from his body, not a single drop of blood was left from the excessive wound. The part that disappeared didn't seem to belong to Lanevus.

Lanevus pressed his right hand against his chest, bowing as he faced Crestet Cesimir and co.

"People on the plane outside should recover immediately. I can't stay any longer.

"Thank you very much.

"Even though you're all so stupid, you're still helping me out in the end.

"It's an honor for a stupid bastard like you."

After saying this, he straightened his body and smiled mockingly, "Goodbye, stupid Nighthawks.

"Use your life to send me away."

Grasping the bone sword in his hand, he suddenly took a few steps forward, trying to stab Crestet Cesimir.

But at that moment, her eyelids began to feel heavy, as she felt like falling asleep.

"So you still have power. It's troublesome." Lanevus bit his tongue gently and suddenly threw the holy bone sword at the unconscious Nighthawk near the door.

"No!"

Cesimir waved his hand with the power he gathered through exhausting means, causing the invisible entity to divert the holy bone sword.

Lanevus seized the opportunity and ran to the side. He tipped back outside the red brick building through a window in the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

Soon after, he opened the manhole cover along the way and quickly climbed into the sewer.

Lanevus seemed to be very familiar with this place. Despite the darkness, he could still run, jump, and turn, quickly escaping deep into the sewer maze.

Suddenly, he instinctively stopped and leaned back.

Ow hell!

A card had pierced deep into his right chest and blood began to drip profusely from its edges.

Lanevus looked up, and with his ability to see in the dark, he saw his attacker.

It was a medium-sized man in a worker uniform, wearing a mask with a raised mouth and a red nose.

It was a happy clown.