The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 347

Running in front of the group was Maric. Her disheveled hair was completely blown backwards by the wind, and her expression was twisted and terrifying.

He was even faster than a steam locomotive at his top speed. With a whooshing sound, he arrived at the entrance to the open.

But even so, he still could not escape from his pursuers.

The figure closest to him was a man who had the same pale complexion as himself, with obscure black patches on his face, it was as if it was a sign of healing from a rotting wound. The hatred in his eyes was completely unblurred and unrestrained. He looks more like a zombie craving fresh meat than a human, and Klein guesses that he is Jason, a Sequence 6.

The distance between Jason and Maric remained within seven or eight meters, sometimes elongated; sometimes shortened. This repeated over and over again, as they walked back and forth.

More than ten meters behind them, a figure was left far behind. It was a thin but muscular man; his hair was shaved very short, and his hair stood upright like spikes.

As he swung his hand, the tip of his palm emitted a metallic light, reflecting the weak red moonlight. It was a black nail that was as long as a dagger!

Werewolf Tyre.Klein shouted out The order and name of the person inwardly. In his mind, a blood-soaked wall appeared in his mind. It was a scene with intestines and limbs splattered on the ground.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

Maric used all her strength as she ran while Jason gritted his teeth and ran as fast as he could. At a certain point, the healed black spots on his face started to swell up, as if some sort of foul liquid was going to come out.

Both leave a puddle of water and moist soil that turns into white frost behind them.

The withered weeds were lifted by the wind created by the two of them. As they slowly fell, they began to rot and rot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from the frozen ground and accurately grabbed Jason's ankle.

Pa!

Jason twisted his body and kicked it out forcefully, breaking the wrist and making it fly. The remaining flesh and blood stump had long since decayed, and the white maggots struggled to wriggle out.

Maric paused, pinched her lips with her right hand, and whistled loudly.

Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!

The ground in the various parts of the open was raised, and those expressionless corpses sat down.

At the same time, a cold wind suddenly whirled. Countless transparent shadows seemed to have caught the scent of the bloody party, and none of them wanted to be left behind as they rushed towards Jason. Some pulled his arms, some pulled his calves, some even hugged his head.

Jason stopped and snorted.

The shadows flew out, one after another—some of them screamed miserably and disappeared, while the others remained in their original places, missing.

At about the same time, Maric and Jason both raised their right hands, the thumb raised beside the index finger, with the index fingers aiming at each other.

Secretly, the air between them exploded as a black wisp of air billowed upwards.

Maric took a step back, and a few strands of her disheveled hair withered in the blink of an eye and fluttered to the ground.

“Maric, you are still very weak. You still do not understand how to use the power of desire!” Jason said with a low and hoarse laugh.

At this moment, the Werewolf Tyre had already arrived by his side. As for Steve, the Sequence 5 Beyonder in charge of the operation, was nowhere to be found.

“Don't be in a hurry to finish off Maric. Wait for Sharron to come and save him, Lord Steve will be here soon" Werewolf Tire whispered to Jason.

He then stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips.

"I wonder what Sharron looks like when she takes off her clothes …"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly saw Jason turning his head. His face was deathly pale, and there were two identical figures in his eyes.

Black regal dress, light blonde hair, beautiful face, and pale skin!

Pa!

He attacked with both palms and gripped Tyre Werewolf's neck. The sound of bone creaking giving way sounded.

Wraith Sharron has attacked!

The tires are inhaled sharply, making the neck bulge like a water pipe. It grew stiff black strands of hair and briefly held the force that would break its throat and neck.

His eyes gradually rolled back, revealing the white part as his red tongue protruded and sticky saliva dripped down his lips.

However, his right hand accurately reached into his pocket. He had broken the previously established seal of spirituality!

The empty open space, along with the warehouse, suddenly lit up as red moonlight filled the entire area.

Jason's grip on Tyre's Werewolf's neck began to weaken, and a small, gentle hat-like figure appeared behind him.

Tyre's face revealed a smile that was both arrogant and cruel. His right hand pulled out a miniature "full moon" from his pocket, "full moon!" dark red!

It was a deep red accessory that constantly exuded a serene glint. Shaped like a full moon, it has red rubies embedded along its circumference. In the middle is a symbol that symbolizes the moon, as well as many other mysterious labels.

Sharron narrowed his eyes instinctively and retreated two steps back. Incorporeality slowly receded.

His legs no longer seem to be able to support his weight. She fell limp to the ground, her black and intricate regal dress stained with dust and mud.

Werewolf Tyre lifted the palm-sized round accessory high into the air, laughing while panting.

"Guess where he is now?"

This ... It's not what Sharron expected .. It seems I can only choose the best opportunity to attack myself, and he forcefully suppressed the anxiety in his heart.

At this point, the Werewolf Tyre was in no hurry to attack. He knew that the longer the Scarlet Lunar Corona effect lasted, Sharron would get weaker, and Maric would get more and more in pain.

In the cold eyes of Jason, who usually had a hint of savagery and madness, there was no longer any rationality in it.

He was also affected by the Scarlet Lunar Corona, but he was used to following his wishes, so he did not feel any pain. Instead, he felt a thirst for fresh meat before his eyes.

Gasp!

Jason let out an inhumane low growl from his throat. Her open skin and hair turned white.

At that moment, Sharron raised his hand with great difficulty and used his left hand to remove the black gloves he wore on his right palm. Jason happened to hit him, and a thin layer of ice covered the surrounding land!

Suddenly, endless rays of light burst out from Sharron's palm.

As they ate Sharron's spirituality, they weaved in front of the lady like a doll to form a bronze door, which was covered with a mysterious pattern and filled with an indescribable smell.

The door opened with a creak and cracks appeared!

From the crack, a pair of pale or transparent hands or arms covered in teeth or bloody, skinless arms, stretched out, crossed the void, and grabbed onto Zombie Jason!

An indescribable pair of eyes was hidden in the darkness behind the door, silently watching the prey in front of them.

Even before he could react, Jason was gripped by his arm, and he was entangled by the subtle and intangible tentacles! These tentacles were dark green vines that had countless baby faces protruding out!

These strange entities cried and laughed as they tried to drag Zombie Jason behind the door.

Although his mind was completely controlled by bloodlust and the desire to kill, Jason instinctively felt fear.

Gasp!

The sound from his throat suddenly increased, and a layer of ice immediately appeared on his alarming-looking arm. The dark green vines protruding from the baby's face let out painful moans as they continuously dripped the decaying, turbid yellow liquid.

The attraction subsides, but it does not disappear.

Jason kept directing the ghosts to interfere, but it was like throwing rocks into the sea. Even when he tried to use spells from the Death domain, they failed to deliver any striking results.

His body began to move uncontrollably towards the mysterious slit of the illusionary door. Sometimes, he would manage to struggle and retreat a little.

Because she had taken sedatives before, Maric did not completely disappear due to her pain. Taking advantage of this, he took out the last two sedatives, broke the bottle with a flash, and drank one and a half glasses at a time.

The resentment suppressed in his eyes weakened, and his twisted expression returned to normal. He swept his gaze over to Werewolf Tyre.

At the same time, with a swoosh, Tyre's thin yet muscular body disappeared and reappeared over ten meters away.

As his figure began to decipher itself, an illusory image was left behind. A lifelike black aura rose up from the ground, pierced through the remaining images, and disappeared with a flash.

Tyre did not use Blink, as his Sequence did not have the appropriate Beyonder power to do so.

He relied on the Scarlet Lunar Corona to propel him to his maximum speed!

The speed at which he moved produced shadows!

At that moment, Klein, who was hiding in the shadows above the warehouse, also reached into his pocket with his left hand, touching the iron cigarette box. He removed his surface spirituality cage and gently opened his case.

He was convinced that Wraith Steve had already arrived on the scene; otherwise, Jason would have been dragged behind a terrible door if the stalemate continued. As for Wraith Tyre, although coupled with the Scarlet Lunar Corona, he was unable to quickly finish off Maric. When Sharron pointed the Mystery Door at the Werewolf, the Scarlet Lunar Corona would eventually change owners.

As soon as Klein's fingers touched the All-Black Eye inside the metal cigarette box, his mind was filled with crazy, rotten, and terrifying ravings!

There was a terrible rant that made his veins stand out. He felt as if his eyes were breaking, and his head could explode at any moment.

And in the midst of this rant, Klein saw a strange, mysterious, and illusory black thread. They were divided into groups, some of them extending into Sharron's body, some of them from Werewolf Tyre. They intertwined with each other without involving themselves as they extended into the void.

Among them, many of the black lines came from a place not far from Maric, and they did not overlap!

Steve's! He wants to have Maric! With a thought, Klein pulled out his left hand.

Instead of pulling his weapon to shoot, he flicked his finger without making much noise.

The explosion!

A sudden explosion occurred between the two warehouses. The raging fire and heat caused a figure wearing a double-breasted black skirt coat to float out.

After attracting the attention of the others, Klein quickly pulled his gun and pulled the trigger where he remembered.

At the same time, the dark golden Sunbird brooch on his chest shone with a ray of light.

He added the Cleave of Purification to the refining bullet!

Bang out!

The bullet was fired with a faint golden beam of light.