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Chapter 98 Inszangwell
The world of Lord of Mysteries.

Northwest of Backlund, on the south bank of the Tasok River.

A gentle breeze swept across the river and the surrounding mountains and forests.

Then, the breeze transformed into a human figure and landed in a secluded spot.

It was Klein.

Klein swallowed a pill to replenish his strength and looked at the gloomy sky.

"Still nothing..." he muttered to himself, his brows furrowed slightly.

It was already the end of December. He had searched Backlund almost every time he had done so in the past month, but he had not found any trace of Inszangwell.

If this weren't Backlund, a place teeming with churches, nobles, and secret organizations, and if it weren't for the need to avoid alerting 008 by making too much noise, Klein would have already used his divine soul power to completely cover the area. There would be no need for him to now suppress his thoughts and be unable to search with his divine soul.

"Could it be that Inszangwell left a long time ago?"

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he suppressed it. The outskirts of Backlund had not yet been fully searched, and it was too early to draw any conclusions.

His divine soul spread out like a fine net again, about to explore the distant mountains and forests, when Klein's movements suddenly stopped.

"what?"

It was a very peculiar feeling, like looking at something through thick frosted glass.

In the direction of the mountainside ahead, there is an area where the spiritual feedback is unusually "vague".

Ordinary mountains wouldn't be like this.

Even the hardest rock can be easily penetrated by the soul, but here...

A glint of light flashed in Klein's gray, misty pupils.

Not right.

"A high-sequence extraordinary being is hiding inside the mountain?"

He pondered for a moment, then further suppressed his already restrained thoughts and quietly entered the mountain's interior.

All around were towering peaks, making the place exceptionally secluded, with a heavy stone gate standing tall within.

"How come there's such a massive underground structure outside Backlund?"

"This looks like the ruins of an ancient civilization."

As his thoughts entered the stone gate and he arrived inside this enormous underground structure, Klein immediately sensed an unusually familiar feeling!

In that instant, Klein's soul was extremely excited, and his thoughts were trembling.

Because that was the mark left by his enemy, Inszangwell.

An overwhelming killing intent finally erupted without any concealment!

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Inside the underground palace, in the main hall, four figures were gathered together.

One of the figures was dressed in a pure black clergy robe, with features as distinct and deep as a classical sculpture.

He had dark blond hair, deep blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and wore a soft hat that old men loved. His temples were a little gray, which didn't match his middle-aged appearance.

It was Inszangwell.

The figure to his left was dressed in a tailcoat and wore an ornate gold mask; he was clearly a nobleman.

To his right stood a woman, exuding an alluring charm, dressed in a pure white robe, her hair loose and flowing, her features radiant, her aura languid yet reserved. Before Inszangwill stood a man in a robe, hooded, his face shrouded in shadow.

The hooded man looked at the woman in the white robe:

"Lady Despair, how long until the smog in the East District reaches its peak?"

The woman known as Lady Despair spoke languidly:

“Mr. A, don’t worry, it will take about a month.”

"By that time, once the heavy smog begins, the death toll will probably be in the hundreds of thousands."

"So much despair and resentment is enough to make the 'True Creator' descend upon Backlund."

With that, Lady Despair stretched, the movement outlining the breathtaking curves of her pure white robe.

"Everything will point to the true creator and your Aurora Society... No one can guess the royal family's true purpose."

As she spoke, she looked at the man wearing a golden mask, her fingers twirling a strand of hair, her eyes half-closed, carrying a hint of nonchalant allure:
"I can also use the despair of those hundreds of thousands of poor people to digest my potion... It sounds wonderful."

"Clap clap-"

A sudden burst of applause came from the entrance, interrupting the conversation in the hall.

"Who?!"

The four of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a young man in a trench coat walking in slowly. He had black hair and black eyes, and his brows carried a scholarly calmness as he clapped his hands lightly.

“This is truly spectacular.” The young man’s gaze swept over the four of them, finally settling on Inszangwill’s face. “I came here to find Inszangwill, but I didn’t expect to stumble upon such a good show.”

Upon seeing who it was, Inszangwell's only remaining eye suddenly flashed with horror: "Klein?!"

"You're actually still alive?!"

Before he could even be shocked, he clearly remembered that he had completely killed the ant.

Ince Zangwell's gaze swept quickly over Klein, his deep blue eyes narrowing sharply, but his tone lightened: "Wait... you're... in a spirit state?"

As a high-ranking powerhouse who simultaneously wields the powers of Death and the Dark Path, he possesses an extraordinary sensitivity to anomalies at the soul level. The Klein before him appears to be a physical entity, yet carries an elusive quality that exists between reality and illusion, like a vengeful spirit condensed to its fullest extent.

"Perhaps it is precisely to seek revenge on you that I crawled back from hell," Klein said calmly.

Ince Zangwell sneered:
"Didn't your captain teach you? Wraiths shouldn't show themselves in front of high-sequence corpse collectors and sleepless pathways."

Before the words were even finished, a tidal wave of pure darkness suddenly surged from the floor of the hall, carrying a terrifying power that could erode everything—it was the Night Watch's domain of darkness!
In an instant, the entire hall was plunged into an impenetrable darkness, and a tranquil chant to soothe the vengeful spirits slowly began to rise.

At the same time, more than twenty vengeful spirits surged out of Ince Zangwell's body, roaring as they pounced on Klein!
"Wow——!"

The next moment, it was as if the sun was rising.

A burst of intense flames suddenly erupted, tearing apart Inszangwell's realm of night!
A scorching heatwave, hot enough to ignite the air, swept outwards, and fire snakes danced in the air. The vengeful spirits didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly reduced to ashes.

"How is this possible?!" Inszangwell couldn't believe it.

The flames clearly possessed the power of the sun. How did Klein manage to do that?
"Hehe, I forgot to tell you, I'm not some kind of vengeful spirit."

Klein's voice rang out in the firelight, carrying a chilling edge:
"Since it's a nighttime route, let's experience the true fire of the sun!"

The flames burst forth like the sun, instantly filling the entire hall!

But a split second before that, seeing Inszangwell's Dark Domain broken, the nobleman wearing the golden mask had already made his move.

He proclaimed in Old Hermetic:

"Spirits are forbidden here! Flames are forbidden here!"

In an instant, Klein felt his body, formed from thoughts, sink, as if shackles had been put on him out of thin air, and the True Fire of the Sun suddenly stopped!
(End of this chapter)