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.

rusted nails and blood-red

Creator was suffering from a black erosion, so much so that part

addition, the cross supported a hazy piece of land, and countless humans were kneeling and praying to the Fallen

the darkness,

starry sheen. Her body was relatively ethereal, with signs of rippling outward. Her face was blurry, as though she was wearing a mask

as one strange eye

man wearing a pure white robe. His face was painted with a pure gold

hands was a putrid-green book and a radiant spear,

an octopus-like head, wide eyes, and

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

arms was a rotting baby, and at

old man wearing a hood that revealed his mouth,

and on top of it was an eye that was the symbol of

man looked the most normal, but

armor. He held a long sword

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

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

let his guard down. He prepared himself in case any accidents were

light of the candle, the exploratory team went through many

gray stone door appeared in front

door, a cluster of beautiful mushroom-shaped objects grew. They were palm-sized, with white stems and bright red

team had their appetites whet. All they wanted to do was to rush over, pull out a stalk, and stuff it into their

Quite a few

most of the people who were able to enter the exploratory team had rich experience and were of a relatively high Sequence. Having received a warning beforehand, someone immediately stood up and

had successfully traded for a mystical

out his left, scarlet-gloved hand at

a flash of light, a burning fireball quickly took shape and shot out, landing directly

slightly, and an inferno spread out to cover

already disappeared, leaving only bits and pieces of flesh and blood. It left all of the

didn’t interfere with the actions of the team.

would there be mushrooms made from flesh and hair? Where did the flesh and hair come from?” Joshua withdrew his left palm and muttered to himself in

the team made a

inhabitants of this

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

brief discussion, the exploratory team split into several groups and

slowly passed through the door, ready to engage in combat

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

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

Derrick stood the

froze because he discovered that the Fallen

Its eyes were open!