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.

from being incomplete, the incomplete soul resulted in repeated deaths and resurrection just like Sequence 4’s Undying. And due to the golden accessory inside his body, and the calling from the other half soul, Azik, who started a brand new life every incarnation, would gradually recover his

the past, Artificial Death had attempted to identify the reason, but due to the natural 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

Haa! Haa! Haa!

time, Azik’s hands had left his head. They were placed on

and hit the stone steps in front of him. They spread out

calling out, as well as its desire. The two “selves” which had been separated for more than a thousand years were eager to fuse as one, to be

in pain, unwilling to raise his head or reach

clearly. The “him” as a feathered serpent didn’t have any reason. It was filled with extreme coldness and madness. If he became one with it again, he would probably immediately be restored to his state as a Death Consul from

would forget everything, forgetting everyone who he had

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

its own protruded out. His forehead

out of

accessory made of gold was in the shape of a tall, slender bird. Pale white flames emanated around it in

it appeared, Azik let out a painful growl. He raised his head completely as two wisps of pale-white flames burst in his eyes that had experienced

It reached its head out as the two identical faces of different sizes looked at

whose hands were on the ground, struggled to stand

surroundings turned transparent, reflecting a

or two rows of sharp teeth tore through the boundary between reality and the illusory, reaching into the

East Balam, Kolain City.

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

team captain, Soest, asked in

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

rest of you hear it?” Soest prudently asked the other

he heard the slightly-aged voice in

the Berserk

the harbor towards the distant Berserk Sea. He saw a swath of pure, deep-black darkness. There weren’t any gales, massive

heard the painful murmurs and shouts that sounded like Mr. Azik, he could sense seemingly corporeal silence and

attack Mr. Azik, it has inflicted him

what was about to happen was not something he wished to

figure out what he could do. He didn’t even dare open his eyes to look at Mr. Azik’s

wasn’t a problem that could be solved with mere courage. It was a difference in the natural order of life, an unbridgeable

feeling of helplessness. However, he didn’t give up as he tried hard to think of whatever items he had

it’s at a completely different level.

Death Knell? Even worse…