Lord of the Mysteries

The iron-black coffin with its strange patterns lay quietly in the center, and there seemed to be hidden shockwaves in the air that seemed to be silently colliding.

Emlyn White stood in the corner and lit the candles according to the normal ritual procedures, burning the essential oils and corresponding herbal powders.

A dense and unsteady atmosphere emanated, and after recalling the requirements of “artificial sleepwalking,” Emlyn lowered his head, began to enter Cogitation, and repeated the honorific name of The Fool.

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era.

“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.”

…

Amidst his monotone voice, Emlyn gradually entered a magical state. His body felt relaxed and reserved. It felt like he was in deep sleep, but his spirituality was light and energetic as it constantly spread outwards.

At this moment, he had a feeling that he was continuously drifting upwards.

In the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein was sitting at the end of the long bronze table, tapping his fingers on the rippling light screen to his side. He was expressionlessly watching the praying figure in amusement.

Although it was vague, Klein could tell at a glance that it was Vampire Emlyn White.

Very courageous, having the drive akin to buying a doll… Klein sighed and didn’t respond.

He had previously tried to divine the purpose of the Sanguines, but he was unable to obtain any effective revelations. The only thing he was sure of was that it had nothing to do with the Aurora Order.

This piqued Klein’s curiosity, but he wouldn’t take the risk of responding to Emlyn White when a lofty Sanguine was beside Emlyn.

He didn’t know if he could grasp traces of the mysterious space above the gray fog and threaten it like Blasphemer Amon. He had no intention to confirm it since he was dealing with an avatar of Amon back then. Yet, he was now facing a powerful Sanguine’s true body.

There’s no need to take risks on matters of no importance, even if I want to know the real purpose of the Sanguines… And it’s not like there’s no other way… Klein looked at Emlyn White in his state of “artificial sleepwalking.” He said to himself with a smile, “I can delay my response…”

He planned to wait until tomorrow or the day after. He would suddenly respond when Emlyn White was without protection and when the Sanguine had given up!

However, there was a premise, which was to first use divination to confirm the degree of danger.

…

“Tail Devourer… Just like that river?” Derrick Berg suddenly thought of something.

Demon Hunter Colin solemnly nodded.

“Yes.

may have stepped into a river that

of that Angel

since been the case…

dark red metal tube. He unscrewed the cap

In the end, his pupils seemed to

lit up in his eyes. They circled or collided at

Ding!

stabbed his sword into the ground, and with a flip of his hand, he pulled

expression immediately changed, as if he

He pulled out his sword from the ground, leaving

entire underground hall. The light before the little boy

scream, the darkness once again shrouded

a step. However, the face on his chest had disappeared, leaving behind only a hole

few meters to Jack’s side, Demon Hunter Colin

torn apart, reduced to scattered eyes, a nose, and

and soon they were still, rotting

an invisible, aqueous

seemed to have left the swift river and returned

underground hall and the upside-down deity statue, and at Jack, who had a distorted expression and had fainted

that he and the others had finally

or hundreds of repeated attempts to find the clues and solution, without knowing any clues or the

knowing if a life that was lost could experience a redo, or if they would still “revive” by the bonfire but would end up dead

is that people would always repeat the same choice, which was to say that they wouldn’t be able to discover the problem in the first place. Without the corresponding memories and experience, they wouldn’t detect any abnormalities even if it was the thousandth time, and they would completely lose themselves in

such a possibility, Derrick thanked Mr. Fool wholeheartedly for restoring

the other members of the exploratory team didn’t show any abnormal reactions as they checked the

would realize that they’ve lost a part of their lives from the difference in dates… Derrick

boy’s side, and took out another small metal bottle. He then poured the

quickly condensed into a translucent membrane, sticking to the wound and stopping the flow of

you are in charge of him,” Colin suppressed his throbbing hand and

of Silver’s hope for ridding the curse

thank The Fool, but he realized that there was no corresponding prayer

…

opulent villa

dinner glistened under the light of

magazines, the dinner for a great

they would casually chat about a variety of

a steak which was produced from her ranch, observed Earl Hall’s expression, and, without hiding her curiosity,

plan was to pretend that she had heard irresponsible rumors that didn’t correspond to reality. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen