Lord of the Mysteries

Amidst the holy beam of light, having already lost its support from the external power, the tree warts and flesh rapidly disintegrated. It was like snow meeting a red-hot metal ball.

Amidst an indescribable sizzling sound, Cynthia’s face winced as abnormal agony showed itself on her face.

She turned around with great difficulty, looking up and down, her expression turning horrified and confused. Finally, she realized that there was a problem with her.

“Admiral…” Her voice trembled as she looked ahead with fear and despair, but all she could find was an unfamiliar face.

Klein could’ve fed Creeping Hunger with Cynthia’s remnant flesh and Spirit Body, but at that moment, he sighed and said with a calm voice, “Try not to make contact with strange artifacts or religions in the future.”

From his point of view, the reason why Cynthia had turned into this monstrosity either had to do with a cult or some particularly dangerous artifact. She had connected with some existence which couldn’t be looked at directly, resulting in such a response.

Cynthia seemed to understand something as her remnant head and tiny bit of flesh suddenly wept.

“It’s the Mother Tree of Desire, the Heavenly Body Sect…

“Admiral, Admiral, I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!

“Save me! Save me!”

Mother Tree of Desire… Heavenly Body Sect… This isn’t within the confines of my knowledge of mysticism… Klein maintained his expression as he looked pitifully at the pleading Cynthia. He spread his arms again and said in a deep voice, “Death is not the end. You will be redeemed when you are at god’s side.”

Another pure beam of light landed as Cynthia’s beautiful, weeping face completely fixed in place.

Her eyes widened in despair, but there was the remnant hope of being sent to heaven after death.

Under the sun’s radiance, her brain and remnant flesh melted away at a discernible pace. By vanishing, it had obtained its final rite of cleansing.

Klein looked silently at this scene without any expression or movement.

everything calmed down, he curled the corner of his lips

a crazy and

the gray fog to “inquire.” Faced with the irremovable evil and the ever-worsening corruption, he could only choose to have Cynthia be cleansed. After all, in this world with true gods, there might exist

extent had adjusted to him. It didn’t need to be fed after every use. It had been restored to its original state. Once it was activated, it just needed to eat once in a twenty-four-hour period, regardless of how many

of time to seek out

surroundings, and he realized that the bodyguards and the male and female attendants in the room had shaken off

resolved at its

least a Sequence 6 Beyonder, and he’s suspected to be a Baron of Corruption. He might’ve secretly reached Sequence 5… Even he was so easily controlled by his magnified desires, which means that the power that descended with

Luan and I should be

me with help? Is it because of the restriction from Admiral Amyrius’s temporary contract? Or could

towards sex would definitely be magnified. This wouldn’t just be me having a romantic dream… Klein habitually reached out with

under threat, he carefully observed the room when his spiritual

Cynthia had vanished. He bent down and picked

It was completely black in color and looked like a miniaturized rhinoceros horn. Its surface was full and covered in cracks. Apart from exuding evil,

couldn’t be looked at directly, it had completed its mission, allowing all its powers to be injected into Cynthia’s body? Klein made a preliminary conjecture based on the

the prohibition from the charm before walking towards Secretary Luan, who still had some signs of corruption due to temporarily being devoured by the flowers. He raised his knee and kicked him a

this fellow’s arrogant way of looking down on others sure is

Excellency…” Luan was in a momentary daze, as though he

a number of them to treat the remaining people while the others are to investigate the Heavenly Body

in the study

pendant and turned to leave the master bedroom before entering the unaffected

ahead of time; yet as the highest-ranking commander of the Central Sonia Sea’s navy, Amyrius Rieveldt had not received the news

needed to be wary against any accidents and await

and exchanges, he couldn’t

in the armchair behind the desk. His

City of Silver and Emlyn White’s description of the Sanguine’s situation, he confirmed that the

is The Star and not The Moon. Could it be that this illusory starry sky represents “Her”? Yes, The Primordial Moon is suspected to be a particular deity, angel, or high-level devil’s alternate identity. The Goddess has the honorific name of “crimson moon.” Could “She” be the one passing herself off as the Primordial Moon and occupying the corresponding spot so as to control the required authority? Although