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 and blood-red stains were no different from

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

and countless humans were kneeling

the darkness, there were six figures akin

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

as one strange eye after another

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

a radiant

upper right corner was a trident-wielding monster with an octopus-like

his cloak, and the darkness turned

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

hood that revealed his mouth, wrinkles, and a

top of it was an eye that

most normal, but the smile on

warrior in tattered armor. He held a

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

mentioned it, and the details

down. He prepared himself in case any accidents were to happen

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

door appeared in

They were palm-sized, with

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

a few people swallowed their

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 said

had successfully traded for a mystical item from a particular

stretched out his left, scarlet-gloved hand at the

fireball quickly took shape and

spread out to cover

and pieces of flesh

the actions of the team. He quietly watched from the

flesh and

the team made a bold

original inhabitants of this

result of turning into pure flesh and hair…Derrick

discussion, the exploratory team split into several groups

and slowly passed through the door, ready

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

cross and an upside-down Fallen Creator was erected

hide lantern, Derrick stood the closest as

gaze suddenly froze because he discovered that the Fallen Creator statue here was different

Its eyes were open!