Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 647

The woman under the moon scoffed, her raised arms sweeping down as if she were a conductor leading an orchestra. A dense swarm of bats erupted from behind her, flying toward Jenkins like a plague of locusts.

The man raised a hand, and fire jetted out in a wide arc. The red flames met the swarm of bats in mid-air, and the acrid stench of burnt protein filled the air. At the same time, silver shards shot out from the heart of the inferno like sharp blades. For more chapters visıt novel·fire.net

The woman in the air became as ethereal as a shadow. As the shards passed through her body, they stirred ripples like water but caused no harm.

"You are weaker than I imagined."

She took a deep breath, then froze, staring at her own chest in disbelief.

Alexia was also standing in the void, a wooden cross clutched in her hand. She had plunged its sharp end deep into the woman's chest.

In that instant, both Jenkins and the demigod were stunned. Jenkins, by how smoothly the operation had gone; the demigod, by what she was seeing—

"The Vampire Buster? It's still in human hands... Is this... fate?"

"That went a little too smoothly, don't you think?"

As Alexia descended to the rooftop with the body in tow, she happened to catch Jenkins's muttered comment on the wind.

"We made a meticulous plan, and we had weapons like the Hemolytic Toxin and the Vampire Buster. Statistically, the probability of failure was already very low. Where is that mirror you're looking for?"

Jenkins then remembered his objective. Seeing that the demigod didn't have the item on her, he glanced toward the collapsed ruins, just in time to see the level 2 Enchanter disappearing around a street corner with the mirror.

He pointed in that direction. Alexia nodded, reached out to take Jenkins's hand, and pulled him into the air with her.

Jenkins was completely unprepared for the maneuver and hastily secured his cat. He tilted his head to look at the woman, who offered him a gentle smile against the night sky.

Moving on the ground was no match for flight. After leaving Hammerhead Street, which was descending into chaos due to the collapsed building, Jenkins and Alexia cornered the person with the mirror in a pitch-black alley.

Unsurprisingly, it was George Liverpool.

They hadn't seen each other for a little over a week, and he looked much sturdier, perhaps even taller. Other than that, nothing had changed... except for the cold, severe aura of a killer.

Jenkins saw no need to reveal that he knew him, nor did he want to acquire the mirror through persuasion. He and Alexia now blocked both ends of the alley, and a level 2 Enchanter certainly couldn't fly.

Seeing their hostile intent, the ground at the young man's feet let out a sharp *tink*, and the dirt began to rapidly turn into a mirror. Alexia gave a sharp cough, and with that clear sound, every mirror in the entire street exploded into smithereens with a *bang*.

"Sorry, I lost control for a moment."

She gave Jenkins an apologetic smile, signaling him to resolve the situation quickly.

Liverpool pressed his back against the wall and brought the mirror to his lips, asking it a question.

Jenkins and Alexia heard nothing, but Liverpool's face lit up with realization. He stared at Jenkins in shock.

Jenkins stopped in his tracks. It wasn't surprising that the mirror's power could see through his black robe, but he had thought his own twisted fate would be enough to counter this kind of "omniscience."

"Is it because I'm too close?"

he wondered, but he didn't deny his identity.

He gestured for Alexia to remain silent:

"If you hand over that mirror, I can guarantee you a dignified death. I'm sure you understand that there's no escape for you now."

"You're an Enchanter, too..."

He seemed completely oblivious to what Jenkins was saying.

"Frankly, I'm surprised you reached level 2 so quickly. Perhaps the vampires have their own unique methods. But as a newcomer to the supernatural world, you can't possibly imagine the gap between Enchanters of different levels. Now, toss me the mirror!"

he said, slowly approaching.

"You're an Enchanter, too... Why? You already have so much, and we're the same age, so why..."

"If you want to complain about the world's unfairness, then by all means, complain. We all know it's unfair. But I believe that as an adult, you need to learn to accept reality. Don't make me say it again. Give me the mirror!"

He had read George Liverpool's entire file and knew exactly what this young man was thinking. In fact, if Jenkins were in his position, he might have felt the same sense of injustice.

But fate was never fair to begin with. If it were, he never would have come to this world.

"Why do you get to have a complete family? Why do you get the chance to make a name for yourself? Why did the Church take an interest in you? Why do you get to win the favor of noble ladies? Why don't you have to struggle for your daily meals? Why do you get to have such immense power? Why do you get all of this so easily?"

The barrage of questions had no effect on Jenkins. He couldn't answer them, nor did he have any responsibility to clear up Liverpool's confusion.

"Don't get any closer!"

Alexia suddenly warned. Jenkins had also noticed an unnatural, blood-red glow emanating from Liverpool's body.

He seemed to have lost his mind, repeating the same word over and over as his body slowly rose into the night sky. If Jenkins could peer into destiny at that moment, he would have seen threads of absolute misfortune coiling around Liverpool. The curse that had brought ruin to his entire family had finally spread to him, right at this critical juncture, and it was about to bring about an even more terrifying consequence.

Jenkins wanted to summon his Twin Demons to blast him out of the sky, but Alexia placed a hand on his shoulder.

The blue moon abruptly developed a notch, which then slowly spread until the entire orb was consumed by darkness.

The world was once again bathed in the light of the crimson blood moon. At the same time, faint, seductive whispers reached Jenkins's ears. In the center of the blood moon, something seemed to be writhing.