Lord of the Mysteries

Within the half-collapsed temple, only a few stone pillars remained intact as they collectively supported half of the main hall.

At the very front of the main hall, there was an altar covered in cracks. In the middle of the altar, there was a huge, pitch-black cross.

Hanging from the cross was a naked man who was hanging upside down. Around his ankles, thighs, and torso there were obvious rusty metal spikes protruding outward that were accompanied by bright red bloodstains.

Derrick knew that this was the statue of the Fallen Creator, but he couldn’t help look down to size up the statue’s face.

He saw the face of the statue—the nose, mouth, and ears were all blurry, except for the eyes which were carved with abnormal clarity.

The Fallen Creator’s eyes were tightly shut, as though he was suffering from guilt and pain.

“Look away, don’t study the statue of an evil god!” Demon Hunter Colin warned in a low voice.

“Yes, Your Excellency.” The few members of the exploratory team immediately retracted their gazes.

Before today, although the City of Silver had discovered many destroyed cities and written records pointing to evil gods during their explorations, most of the residents had never seen the statues of so-called evil gods.

The remaining area of the temple wasn’t very wide, so the exploratory team quickly split up into groups of two or three and completed the investigations without finding anything abnormal.

Upon seeing this, Colin, the chief of the six-member council, said after a few seconds of deliberation, “Let’s head underground.”

As he spoke, he drew one of the two swords he carried on his back and smeared it with a grayish silver ointment.

Then, he removed a small metal bottle from a hidden compartment on his belt, pulled out the stopper, and gulped the contents of the potion.

At this moment, Derrick felt as if the light blue eyes of the Chief had become a little brighter.

The members of the exploratory team made their utmost careful preparations. Under the illumination of the four animal hide lanterns, they followed the stairs on the left side of the statue as they walked down into the underground area.

Derrick took his turn holding the lantern, walking at the front left as he cautiously entered the darkness.

He heard the sound of his own footsteps and those of his companions echoing off of the stone steps. They produced a distant and empty echo.

The echoes didn’t suffer from any interference, making the absolute silence beneath them obvious. However, in the hearts of the exploratory team members, it was like a knock on the door. The attempt to uncover a secret that had been buried for an unknown number of years left them feeling extremely tense.

After walking without having any sense of time, Derrick finally saw that the road ahead had turned flat. He also saw the newly discovered mural which the corrupted Darc Regence had mentioned.

The mural was spread across two sides of the wall. It was simply colored and gloomy, looking ancient as if it had seen the vicissitudes of life.

Derrick took a casual glance and was immediately attracted by one of the murals.

On the wall to the left up ahead, a pure white cross was depicted in the middle. It was surrounded by seawater-like blackness, drowning all the humans who were struggling as they stretched out their arms.

Creator. The rusted nails and

black erosion, so much so that part of the white of the

and countless humans were kneeling and praying to the

in the deepest part of the

clothes were layered but not complicated, and it was embedded with a starry sheen. Her body was relatively ethereal, with signs of rippling outward. Her face was blurry, as though she was wearing a mask

one strange eye

pure white robe. His face was painted with a pure

his hands was a putrid-green book and a radiant spear, and his chest and back were

trident-wielding monster with an octopus-like head, wide eyes, and a

the darkness turned into waves that supported

her arms was a rotting baby, and at her feet were black ears of wheat, spring water

hood that revealed his mouth,

book, and on top of it

looked the most normal, but the smile on his face was

left was a giant warrior in tattered armor. He held a long sword and was sitting on a throne with bleak dusk as

order to save the people of the world, the Fallen Creator had suffered the vast majority of the sins and pain, and as a result, showed signs of being corrupted and having his image change… But, I think “He” is the worst evil god…Carrying an animal hide lantern in his hand, Derrick looked at the mural on the wall as he walked. He realized that the description was identical to Darc Regence’s description

Regence had only briefly mentioned it, and the details were far what

let his guard down. He prepared himself in case any accidents were to happen so that

many corridors, halls, and rooms one by one,

a semi-open gray stone door

objects grew. They were palm-sized, with white stems and bright red heads, sparkling

whet. All they wanted to do was to rush over, pull out a

a few

were of a relatively high Sequence. Having received a warning beforehand, someone immediately stood up and said in a low voice, “Those are rotten flesh and hairy

and that his name was Joshua. He had successfully traded for a mystical item from a particular exploratory

his left, scarlet-gloved hand at

of light, a burning fireball quickly took shape and shot out, landing directly on those extremely tempting

trembled slightly, and an inferno spread out

leaving only bits and pieces of flesh and blood.

with the actions of the team. He quietly watched from the side,

the flesh and hair come from?” Joshua withdrew his left palm

member of the team made

inhabitants of this

their deaths were a result of turning into pure flesh and hair…Derrick agreed

discussion, the exploratory team split into several groups and cleaned up the

doing all this, they regrouped and slowly passed through the door, ready to

surrounding light could hardly dispel the darkness of the region which

similar pitch-black cross and an upside-down Fallen Creator

Derrick stood the closest as he instinctively swept

he discovered that the Fallen Creator statue here was different from the one

Its eyes were open!