Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 951

The rain grew heavier. On the docks, Jenkins and Miss Capet attacked the levitating members of the circus troupe, but their targets paid them no mind. Lost in whispered blasphemies, they continued to sustain the ritual, and so, one by one, they were cut down.

An unexpected complication arose when they reached the young magician. Jenkins dragged him down and ran him through with his sword, yet the man didn't die. He simply continued to face the sea, chanting in an ancient tongue.

His words were a summons, and from the depths of the ocean, something seemed to respond.

The gash Jenkins's blade had opened healed with unnatural speed. It wasn't a natural recovery; the wound was swarmed by a fine mesh of blood-red tendrils. The flesh even tried to creep up his blade, but the intrinsic power of the White Bone Holy Sword swiftly disintegrated it.

"This is all wrong, Williamette!"

In the downpour, Jenkins could barely make out Miss Capet's voice, though she was right beside him. Of course, he knew something was terribly wrong. The scene unfolding before him was identical to tales he knew of secret societies summoning vile entities. And damn it all, it looked as though the young magician had actually succeeded.

He swung his blade again and again, nearly slicing the magician into three pieces. Infused with spirit, the sword cast a faint white glow through the rain and thick fog.

Even gravely wounded, more fleshy tendrils erupted from the magician's body. Amid his ceaseless chanting, he had all but lost his human form.

Just as Jenkins brought his sword down on the man's skull for the final blow, a massive, purplish-black tentacle covered in nauseating patterns erupted from the depths. It tore through the fog, lanced across the dock, and impaled the magician's body with chilling precision. Then, with a terrifying shriek, it retracted, dragging the magician back into the dense sea mist.

With the roar came a shadow in the mist—a colossal silhouette of such a bizarre shape that it triggered a primal, instinctual dread.

It was an entity that transcended humanity, transcended all intelligent life—a unique monstrosity born of absolute chaos. These were the enemies of both gods and mortals, defeated in a distant past and sealed away in the depths of a shadow realm.

And now, at the call of a weak mortal, it had awakened.

The rain intensified, and a gale swept dark clouds across the sky, blanketing the world. The horrifying roar seemed to awaken every fear and anxiety on earth, and the drenched forms of Jenkins and Miss Capet began to tremble uncontrollably.

Chaotic whispers echoed at the edge of their hearing as blood began to seep from their ears. A boundless madness enveloped them, but even then, they did not surrender to despair.

Jenkins yelled, and Miss Capet nodded to show she'd heard him. Rain had plastered her golden hair to her skin and soaked clothes. She was incredibly brave; even knowing what she faced, she refused to give up the fight.

This young woman, golden-haired like Briny, possessed a terrifying mental resilience. Even Jenkins was battling a splitting headache and a wave of nausea just from looking at the massive shadow in the distant sea mist. Yet she merely stood there, deathly pale, somehow managing not to collapse. It was astounding.

"Even when the time comes, we can't run, or it'll follow our trail to Mirror 14!"

Miss Capet shouted with defiant bravery, though her voice was painfully hoarse.

As if in response to her cry, two black tentacles, covered in patterns that made the eyes swim, shot out from the fog before the dock. They were unlike the limbs of any known creature; their very presence was a violation, actively corrupting the world around them.

Jenkins, heedless of the rain streaming down his face, lowered his center of gravity and swung his sword to meet the incoming appendage. The sheer force of the impact nearly sent him flying, but he had been ready for it and managed to hold his ground.

The faintly glowing White Bone Holy Sword sliced a deep gash into the tentacle with ease. A nauseating, viscous black fluid gushed from the wound, sizzling and corroding the dock where it fell.

It retracted swiftly into the mist, just as the second tentacle coiled around Miss Capet. Before she could even cry out, Jenkins launched himself forward. He leaped into the wind and rain with all his might, catching her hand just as despair filled her eyes.

His right hand flashed out again, stabbing the tentacle. Writhing in pain, it released them both, retreating into the mist alongside its wounded twin.

They plunged into the churning sea. A moment later, the cat was flung from the water onto the dock like a flying fish, followed by Jenkins, who hauled the semi-conscious Miss Capet back onto the pier.

The cry echoed again as the shadow drew closer to the shore. Its form grew clearer through the fog, revealing more detail, and now even Jenkins's eyes began to throb with pain.

An overwhelming urge to vomit washed over him, but the physical sickness was nothing compared to the mental assault. His temples throbbed as if pierced by silver needles, and now that he was back on the dock, he could feel his legs trembling.

Kneeling on one knee, he gently patted Miss Capet's icy cheek. Rain streamed down her lovely face, but her eyes remained closed. He checked her pulse and breath, confirming she was still alive. If not for the powerful surge of natural spirit he could sense within her, Jenkins would have thought she was at death's door.

"Chocolate, watch her."

He scooped up his cat, intending to tuck it into the woman's pocket. The source of thɪs content is NoveI-Fire.ɴet

The cat let out a weak mewl, looking as though it were about to be sick. It swayed in Jenkins's hand, trying to stand, but quickly collapsed, limp and still.

Suppressing a pang of grief, Jenkins gently set him down, then spun around and swung his sword, driving back a tentacle that had tried to ambush them.

Waves crashed against the docks in the torrential rain as the dark clouds completely smothered the last vestiges of daylight. The monster in the sea drew closer, its whispers and roars already twisting the very laws of this world.

The forces of chaos and disorder battered Jenkins, but he was an incarnation of worldly order—the embodiment of [Lies]. The power of his divine domain kept his mind clear and fed him a continuous stream of strength.

Though he didn't have the drop of divinity he'd acquired in the Evergreen Forest, Jenkins was no less formidable in this moment.

A forest of tentacles lashed out from the mist all at once. The blur of his blade became an impenetrable shield, protecting him, the cat, and the woman at his back. Jenkins had never formally studied swordsmanship, but with his full power coursing through it, the White Bone Holy Sword unleashed a force mighty enough to stagger the vile entity before him.