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.

that we may have stepped into a river that runs from its mouth to source, preventing

be remnants of that Angel of Fate’s power. ‘He’ isn’t hiding

it’s definitely certain, and it has long since been the case…

moment, Colin took out a dark red metal tube. He unscrewed the cap and gulped it

blue eyes quickly turned lighter, tinged with silver. In the end, his pupils seemed to turn vertical,

his eyes. They circled or collided

Ding!

of his hand, he pulled out his

Jack’s expression immediately changed, as if he was shrouded in a thick

Hunter Colin moved. He pulled out his sword from the ground, leaving

the entire underground hall. The light before the

scream, the darkness once

step. However, the face on his

Hunter Colin genuflected, his two swords hanging down at

of him, the face was torn apart, reduced to scattered eyes, a nose,

like electric shocks, and soon they were still, rotting rapidly like they were

Derrick felt an invisible, aqueous

seemed to have left the swift

Jack, who had a distorted expression and had fainted due

others had finally escaped the cycle of repeating

the final solution didn’t seem complicated, it might’ve taken dozens or hundreds of repeated attempts

to death, and Derrick had no way of knowing if a life that was lost could experience a redo, or if they would still “revive” by the bonfire but would end

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,

Mr. Fool wholeheartedly for restoring his memory and giving

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

realize that they’ve lost a part of their

Hunter Colin stood up, walked back to the boy’s side, and took out another small metal bottle. He then

into a translucent membrane, sticking

charge of him,” Colin suppressed his throbbing hand and ordered in a low

Silver’s hope for ridding the curse and defeating the

The Fool, but he

…

opulent

light of the candles in an alluring

and magazines, the dinner for a great aristocratic

occasion for family members to gather together. While eating, they would casually chat about a variety of relaxed topics in order to communicate and solidify their

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

had heard irresponsible rumors that didn’t correspond to reality. It