The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 287

As their eyes met, Lanevus suddenly ducked and rolled forward.

Clangs!

A tarot card, with angels and trumpets, darted sharply like a dagger, stuck into the wall of the gutter, and its position was at the same height as the neck of Lanevus just moments before.

Clangs! Clangs! Clangs!

Lanevus rolled, jumped to the side, or threw himself forward, nimbly avoiding the three cards that came in a row with abnormal agility. Their collisions with walls, slabs, and concrete echoed like metal hitting a wall.

Meanwhile, from the corner of his eyes, he saw the clown-masked man following him up close, not much slower than him. In his hand was a thick deck of cards as he launched it with great familiarity and skill.

On the surface of the approaching card there is a sun with five facial features. With his left hand, Lanevus leaned himself against the wall and jumped into the air, changing his direction drastically.

At that moment, he heard a swish sound before suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his ankle!

He launched two cards? One arrived a little late and was directed towards my escape? Can he predict my movements? As he landed on the ground, Lanevus endured the pain and rolled over once more.

Clangs!

Another tarot card is embedded in its original position, echoing constantly in response to its impact.

It was only then that Lanevus realized a card embedded deep in his right ankle. Cards depicting stars, water containers, and holy water are dyed red.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Lanevus did not even have time to think about or treat his injuries. One after another, the cards turned into seemingly sharp flying daggers, shooting at various parts of his body.

Immediately, the wounds on his right leg and chest, and the residual effects of the hole in his chest, as well as the clash of the previous level of demigods caused these 9th Order Robbers to become sluggish. This is in contrast to the agility and speed known by Robbers.

Pow! He sent the card flying, but a deep torn wound tore his wrist, which continued to bleed profusely.

Nighthawks and military will be coming soon.I can't delay any more! At this moment, Lanevus' mind was very clear.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and stopped dodging, letting a card depicting a demon attack him right around the neck.

Almost in an instant, the cards sticking out of his body were thrown out. The terrifying wounds on his neck, right chest, wrists, and ankles wriggled wildly, growing meat tendrils one after another in a disgusting form!

On his skin, many small goosebumps appeared. These goosebumps had a metallic color on them as if they had turned into a set of armor.

Clangs! A tarot card was shot, but deflected by fine goosebumps.

With red eyes, Lanevus looked at the Clown who had kept his card after stopping. He said, half laughing and half mocking, "No matter what, after being tormented by a god, one will always get something in return."

Before he could finish his words, he had already jumped over the polluted water in the canal with his left foot, throwing himself at the enemy opposite him.

As if expecting this, Klein stepped aside, took out his left hand from his pocket, clenched it, and threw it at the temple of Lanevus.

Bam!

Lanevus swung his elbow to the side and raised his arm, right hitting his opponent's fist.

The force of the explosion surged like a torrential wave, causing Klein's body to move from the impact as he slightly staggered.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

A sharp explosion rang out in Klein's ears. The blows, each heavier and faster than the last, were constantly reflected in his eyes.

The flurry of attacks made it seem as if it had forgotten to maintain balance. He staggered and fell to the side, then, with the support of his left elbow, he rolled in a different direction.

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!

Lanevus's punches and kicks came swiftly and ferociously, almost hitting Klein a few times, but thanks to his balance and exaggerated movements that defied common sense, he managed to dodge successfully. Sometimes, he would be on the wall and at other times, on the ground. It was as if he was doing acrobatic stunts.

He looked very calm without the slightest bit of impatience. It was as if he had decided to drag the battle for as long as possible until the Nighthawks and the military arrived.

And as soon as there were signs of Lanevus trying to escape, he desperately wanted to disturb her and not give her the chance to do so.

Pa!

Lanevus's punch forced Klein to use the reflections from the walls to fly back into the air, and to himself, he did not hesitate to turn around and flee towards another tunnel.

As Klein's toes touched the ground, his body shot out like a cannonball as he pounced straight at Lanevus' back.

At that moment, a picture appeared in his mind.

"It looks like Lanevus has no bones. I had to force him to twist his upper body and land a punch on his body."

This is the intuition of a clown!

Without hesitation or hesitation, Klein took the initiative to reduce his strength further.

With the sound of a punch, he still threw himself forward, but it was much weaker than he expected.

Kacha!

With a thunderous sound, Lanevus twisted his upper body abruptly while his legs remained motionless. His face was facing backwards as his toes pointed forward.

In such a frightening scene, Lanevus threw a punch at Klein's head. The force of his punch was so strong that even the air produced an explosive explosion.

The explosion!

His fist only hit the air, and his fist was still twenty or thirty centimeters away from Klein's face.

The enchantment? Lanevus wrinkled his face as he immediately jumped to the side in an attempt to dodge the impending attack.

However, Klein had yet to throw away his charm. Instead, he clenched his left hand tightly and followed towards Lanevus.

He also threw himself to the side and rolled on the ground as well, causing the distance between them to only widen slightly.

That bluff? As this thought flashed through his mind, the corner of the mouth of the lifted Clown clearly reflected in his eyes. There was also a dark red flame that had involuntarily lit up in the Clown's left hand.

This.Lanevus' gaze instantly froze.

A light crackling sound entered his ears, and a feeling of calm and serenity radiated instantly, enveloping him and Klein.

What's he trying to do? He wanted us both to be affected at the same time..to allow.Nighthawks and the military.rushed here in time, and the fatigue as well as weakness he had suppressed started to make their heads uncontrollable.

He did his best not to fall asleep, hoping to rely on the uniqueness of his body to endure through the most intense period of the talisman's sleeping effects.

As for Klein, he did not choose to fight back at all and quickly entered a deep sleep.

However, every time he fell asleep unnaturally, he would instinctively wake up!

This was the unique thing about him when fighting mediumship and dream invasion!

This was the reason why he was lucky enough to escape from Madame Sharon's hands at Tingen!

In the fight earlier, after discarding his cards proved ineffective, he immediately took out a Sleeping Spell and clasped it tightly in his palm, waiting for an opportunity to affect himself and his enemy!

In just a split second, he forcibly detached himself from the abnormal state of mind in his dream. The shocking figure of Lanevus was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Phew! Klein suddenly became very calm, as if what was before him was just a target.

He took a deep breath, twisted his waist, and retracted his shoulder before thrusting his fist forward with all his strength!

Bam! Kacha!

His fist landed ruthlessly on Lanevus' throat, breaking his bones and splattering his flesh.

Lanevus took two steps back and leaned against the wall.

That intense pain finally allowed him to break free from the effects of sleep, but the fine iron-colored goosebumps on his body were all gone.

After Klein's punch landed, he reached into his pocket with his left hand and took out two cards.

Sou! Sou!

The two cards each pierced the eyes as a red liquid gushed out.

Lanevus surprisingly endured the pain without letting out a tragic cry. Instead, he suddenly threw himself forward in an attempt to make his final stand!

Klein did not take advantage of the situation to attack. After long expecting this, he turned his body to the side and took a step back.

Right at that moment, while taking advantage of the moment when Lanevus fell forward, he took two steps and arrived behind him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of his enemy.

Kacha!

Klein's arm exerted strength, and he suddenly turned around, twisting the neck of Lanevus!

After doing all this, he took two steps back and looked at his enemy.

With the card embedded within him, Lanevus looked forward weakly as he slumped to the ground. At the same time, he was very confused and asked in a staccato tone, "Why.you.want to.kill me…"

With his clown mask, Klein looked at his nemesis and replied nonchalantly, "No excuses."

"No.." With his eyes wide open, Lanevus collapsed to the ground in the sewer, unable to accept his fate. Finally, his breathing stopped.

At that moment, Klein, who looked extremely calm, suddenly stepped forward, tightened his right leg, and, with all his strength, kicked his head.

Bam!

His neck, which had been severely mutilated, could no longer withstand the pressure and was sent flying like a rubber ball. It hit the wall hard, creating red and white patches!

Upon seeing this scene, Klein suddenly crouched down.

"Haha, haha!

"Maha."

He laughed out loud in a suppressed voice. That "clown" mask looks so happy.

The corner of the raised lip, the bright red nose, and the white face showed a very happy expression.

"Haha, haha. Hahaha.." Klein laughed heartily until he was out of breath; his laughter was more jarring than crying.

After a few seconds, he finally calmed down. He slowly straightened his body and winked with his left eye in the darkest part of the gutter. Then, he grinned and muttered to himself, "Captain …

"Look, we've saved Loen once again …"

The liquid droplets quietly slid down and landed on his collar.

At that moment, he felt that his Clown potion had been completely digested.