Lord of the Mysteries

Everything around him was like an illusion. The colors were saturated and superposed as they quickly receded.

As soon as Klein came to his senses, observed, and experienced this wonderful passage, he felt Mr. Azik’s hand which was holding his hand tremble slightly.

Before he could even react, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness. His body couldn’t help but plummet as he even began spinning.

The colors of red, yellow, white, and black around him faded rapidly, and Klein fell, hitting the solid ground hard. The impact left his head spinning and his internal organs churning.

Mixed into his vision were bits of golden stars as his vision was restored to normal. To his left was a bottomless dark valley that resembled the legendary Devil Abyss. On the right was a gray stone wall that continued to extend upwards, as if supporting the entire region.

There was no sun, no clouds, and no fog. Some light came from the luminescent moss growing in different places, and darkness and heaviness were the primary tones of this “world.”

Klein pushed himself up with his left hand and nimbly jumped up. He found that the ground beneath his feet consisted of properly paved stone which could accommodate two horse carriages traveling in parallel. It was definitely not naturally formed.

One end of the road spiraled down into the dark crevices, while the other led to the top. From time to time, it was possible to see the domed hallways and halls inside the walls.

Klein raised his head, but he couldn’t see the highest point. His vision was completely blocked by the gray stone wall.

Suddenly, he had an epiphany. He and Mr. Azik had “fallen” underground, into the ruins of an ancient civilization.

Is it another area, or are we still near Backlund? As soon as Klein thought about it, he heard Mr. Azik say in a low voice, “Leave here first. Head up.”

Ah? Before Klein could understand the meaning behind his words, he saw a flash of light from the side, instantly forming an illusory door that opened outwards.

The door seemed to be made of bronze. It wasn’t real enough, but it was unusually heavy. On the surface, there were countless strange patterns and indistinct symbols.

With a creak, a crack appeared in the door. Pale, bloody arms reached out from the crack, one after another. In addition, there were also greenish-black vines with baby faces and sleek tentacles with protruded eyes.

It’s very similar to the effect of Miss Sharron’s mystical item… While he was in thought, Klein noticed that the arms, vines, and tentacles were no longer as crazy as before. They had calmed down and stuck to the ground, completely unlike their former appearance of madly pulling a Sequence 6 Zombie into the door.

Immediately after, the gap between the doors widened, and a human figure emerged from it.

The figure wore a pure black clergy robe, and his facial features were clear and distinct like an ancient, classical sculpture.

His hair was dark gold in color, his eyes were dark blue, and he had a high nose bridge. He wore a bonnet which was popular with the elderly, and his sideburns were somewhat gray in contrast to his middle-aged appearance.

Looking at the figure’s completely lifeless eye, Klein suddenly recalled the name of the person who had just arrived.

Ince Zangwill!

The former archbishop who had directed the Tingen incident and dealt heavy damage to the Nighthawks team, as well as being the owner of Sealed Artifact 0-08!

Almost at the same time, Klein turned around and, following Mr. Azik’s instructions, fled towards the top of the road.

only serve to be a burden and distraction in

modesty and pretentious words were unnecessary. They would

As there was nothing he could ignite underground, all Klein could do was grit his teeth

the way out of

recalled a lot of things, and I know that I once remained in a particular

a dark domed corridor. The walls on both sides were engraved with

that moment, he heard a dignified and hoarse voice reverberate from

“Teleportation is prohibited here!”

Zangwill without anyone noticing. He was floating in midair in defiance with

he glanced at the bend where

of the Evernight Goddess’s pathway could grant a certain amount of bad luck to others, but Ince Zangwill, who had just silently

seemed to be hallucinating as well, as

think, he withdrew his gaze

at full speed, Klein suddenly stopped in his tracks. His spiritual intuition told him that there were people ahead

with his left hand and wiped his face. At the same time, crisp sounds emitted from his body as his body

the time his left palm left his face, he had turned into a single-eyed middle-aged man with

Klein used an illusion to change his clothes before quickly walking around the corner and entering a

were four guards in dark black armor, their

spoke in a hoarse voice and sternly said, “Someone

you discover any

before lowering his head and saying, “Mr. Zangwill, nothing happened

nodded slightly, walked past them, and left the

with his back drenched in sweat, he appeared to be calm and reserved. He looked no different from Ince Zangwill, be it his appearance

on his Faceless powers and his running speed, he quickly passed

door formed by pure ghostly-blue light. Apart from

and Ince Zangwill, Klein remained hidden in the shadows outside the room. He

noticed that those who left had to show something that looked like a badge before they could get

I can only take the risk… The battle over there could end at any moment… Even if doesn’t, the search order will be sent over here quickly… Klein quickly made his decision,

confidence in mimicking the former archbishop’s voice, so he could only express himself with deliberate hoarseness as an indication that he

who were left confused by the news didn’t react until Klein approached them. They reached out

where is

spoke, Klein pulled a badge from his pocket and thrust it into the

made the rest

had received the “pass” looked down, Klein

he quickly did another roll and went straight through the

guard realize that the badge in his palm had rapidly faded, turning into a

the piece of paper, there was a rather commonly seen blessing recently: “Happy

…

with an illusory, pitch-black liquid. Moreover, the surface of the water was still bubbling without