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 cross was the Fallen Creator. The rusted nails

this mural, the Fallen Creator was suffering from a black erosion, so much so that part

piece of land, and countless

part of the darkness, there

not complicated, and it was embedded with a starry sheen. Her body was relatively ethereal, with signs of rippling outward. Her face was

one strange eye after

white robe. His face was painted with a pure gold color, and there were tentacles in the

and a radiant spear,

was a trident-wielding monster with an octopus-like head,

formed his cloak, and the darkness turned into waves that

beautiful woman. Her chest bulged, propping her clothes up. In her arms was a rotting baby, and at her feet were black ears of wheat, spring

man wearing a hood that revealed his mouth, wrinkles,

of it

this old man looked the most normal, but the

He held a long sword and was sitting on a throne with bleak dusk

when the Cataclysm struck, the evil gods climbed out of the Abyss. In 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

course, Darc Regence had only briefly mentioned it,

process, Derrick didn’t let his guard down. He prepared himself in case any accidents were to happen so that he could

through many corridors, halls, and rooms one by one, delving deep

stone door appeared

beautiful mushroom-shaped objects grew. They were palm-sized, with white stems and

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

few people

relatively high Sequence. Having received a warning beforehand, someone immediately stood up and said in a low

Joshua. He had successfully

his left, scarlet-gloved hand at the

fireball quickly took shape and shot out, landing directly on those extremely

an inferno spread out

the fire subsided, all of the mushrooms had already disappeared, leaving only bits and pieces of flesh and blood. It left all of the Beyonders, who nearly failed to resist

actions of the team. He quietly

would there be mushrooms made from flesh and hair? Where did the flesh and hair come from?”

team made a

inhabitants

their deaths were a result of turning

several groups and cleaned up the hall outside the gray stone

passed through the door, ready to engage in combat at

altar. The surrounding light could hardly

the altar, a similar pitch-black cross and an upside-down Fallen Creator

an animal hide lantern, Derrick stood the closest as he instinctively swept a

froze because he discovered that the Fallen Creator statue here

Its eyes were open!