Lord of the Mysteries

Upon seeing this coiling feathered serpent deep inside the black fog, and a face at the top of the towering figure, Azik was first taken aback. Following that, the corner of his forehead throbbed as though he had been struck in the temple, splitting his head in two.

Amidst the excruciating pain, several incontiguous scenes flashed in his mind;

It was a feathered serpent with a face identical to his, even to the smallest detail;

Above a silent land, there were countless pale corpses;

Floating in midair, there were clouds stacked from bones that came from different species;

Black tentacles that drilled out from the ground, with eyes that resembled dead fish at the tip of each tentacle;

A transparent Spirit Body was forcefully pulled out of his body.

After these flashing scenes, a pair of white flaming eyes that were on the brink of extinguishing glanced over. A white feather stained with yellow oil fluttered down, splitting Azik’s transparent Spirit Body into two.

One of the parts suddenly flew up and plunged inside the “cloud of bones.” The remaining part fused with a golden accessory that had appeared out of thin air. Amidst the pale-white flames, it materialized back into a body of flesh and blood.

This scene was like a thunder god’s hammer striking down at Azik’s mind, again and again, making the pain hardly bearable. He raised his hand to his head as his knees gradually buckled as he knelt on the staircase.

He had finally recalled everything that had happened, and he understood the reason why he was constantly dying and reviving, always losing his memories and having to recover them every single time.

His soul wasn’t complete!

Similarly, Azik also understood why the feathered serpent suppressing the entire space in the depths of the black fog had an identical face as his.

It was him!

That was the other Azik Eggers!

And all of this was a concealed attempt before Death’s fall.

If stitching souls existed, there was naturally the splitting of souls. At that moment, the crazy and powerful Death had seemingly foreseen “His” outcome. Unwilling to die so simply, “He” secretly split the soul of his son, Balam Empire’s Death Consul. He took half of it away and used another item as a replacement, stitching it together with Azik’s soul.

It was a mystery if it was a deliberate arrangement of Death, or if it was an unintended consequence of the Numinous Episcopate’s Artificial Death Project, the half soul that had been taken away from Artificial Death had fused with the target of the Artificial Death Project—the Uniqueness of the Death pathway. It made the latter gain certain innate abilities as it began influencing High-Sequence Beyonders of the Corpse Collector pathway who had failed their advancement.

resulted in repeated deaths and resurrection just like Sequence 4’s Undying. And due to the golden accessory inside his body, and

recovery of his memories, he was often already close to death once more. He wasn’t able to perform any in-depth investigations. Furthermore, the Numinous Episcopate’s Artificial Death Project

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point in time, Azik’s hands had left his head. They were placed on the staircase as his throat produced

hit the stone steps in front of him. They spread out into a layer of pale yellow oil, growing

its desire. The two “selves” which had been separated for more than a thousand

Azik muttered in pain, unwilling to raise

again, he would probably immediately be restored to his state as a Death Consul from before. He might even become a fake Death who only had godhood

forget everything, forgetting everyone who he had

the same word again. Irresistibly, he raised his neck bit by bit as pitch-black and gloomy scales

took a life of its own protruded out. His forehead cracked as a bloody opening

out of nothingness, taking form inside the flesh and

tall, slender bird. Pale white flames emanated around it in the form of feathers. Inside its bronze eyes, there were shimmering

a painful growl. He raised his head completely as two wisps of pale-white flames burst in his eyes that had experienced

black fog, the illusory and real feathered serpent had straightened its body. It reached its head out as the two identical faces of different sizes

bit, Azik, whose hands were on the ground, struggled to stand

entire mausoleum began shaking. The surroundings turned transparent, reflecting a world with countless skeletons

through the boundary between reality and the illusory, reaching into the mausoleum. However, they

East Balam, Kolain City.

next target’s location, suddenly stopped in her steps and held

team captain,

“I hear strange voices. I can sense the calling that stems from an unknown place… I even wish to kneel to

you hear it?” Soest prudently asked the other

he heard the slightly-aged

towards the Berserk

and looked in the direction of the harbor towards the distant Berserk Sea. He saw a swath of pure, deep-black darkness. There weren’t any gales, massive waves, dark clouds,

the painful murmurs

Although the Artificial Death deep in the mausoleum didn’t attack Mr. Azik, it has inflicted him with adverse effects? Klein’s mind

spiritual intuition told him that what was about to happen

even dare open his eyes to look at Mr.

mere courage. It was a difference in the natural order of life,

he tried hard to think of whatever items

different level.

Death Knell? Even worse…