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.

the Fallen Creator. The rusted nails and blood-red stains were no

black erosion, so

land, and countless humans were kneeling and praying to the

deepest part of the

a woman wearing a black, classical dress. Her 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 after

was painted with a pure gold color, and

a putrid-green book and a radiant spear, and his chest and

with an octopus-like

his cloak, and the darkness turned into waves that supported the bottom of his

clothes up. In her arms was a rotting baby, and at her feet were black ears of wheat, spring water squirming with flesh, herbs

man wearing a hood

top of it was an eye that was the symbol of

old man looked the most normal, but the smile on

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

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

had only briefly mentioned it, and

He prepared himself in case any accidents were to

candle, the exploratory team went through many corridors, halls, and rooms one by one, delving deep into the temple’s

a semi-open gray stone door appeared in

grew. They were palm-sized, with white stems and bright

the exploratory team had their appetites whet. All they wanted to do was

Quite a few people

had rich experience and were of a relatively high Sequence. Having received a warning beforehand, someone immediately stood up and said in a low

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

out his left, scarlet-gloved hand at

a burning fireball quickly took shape

an inferno spread out

the time the fire subsided, all of the mushrooms had already disappeared, leaving only bits and pieces of flesh and blood. It left all of

Hunter Colin didn’t interfere with the actions of the team. He quietly

mushrooms made from flesh and hair? Where did the flesh and

member of the team made a bold

original inhabitants of this

were a result of turning into pure flesh and

discussion, the exploratory team split into several groups and cleaned

and slowly passed through the

door was a place that looked like an altar. The surrounding light could hardly dispel the

cross and an upside-down Fallen Creator was

hide lantern, Derrick stood the closest as

that the Fallen Creator statue here was different from the one

Its eyes were open!