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.

the other half, although there was a replacement that prevented it 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 past memories

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 Numinous Episcopate’s Artificial Death Project had been raised in the past few centuries. It was only in recent

Haa! Haa! Haa!

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

of him. They spread out into a layer of pale

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 whole

in pain, unwilling to raise his head or reach out his

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

would forget everything, forgetting everyone who

out the same word again. Irresistibly, he raised his neck bit by bit

own protruded out. His

sliver of light emitted out of nothingness, taking form inside the flesh

it in the form of feathers. Inside its bronze eyes, there were shimmering layers of light that separately formed

moment it appeared, Azik let out a painful growl. He raised his head completely as two

It reached its head

leaped, bit by bit, Azik, whose hands were on the ground, struggled to stand up with a warped expression. Slowly, he

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

bluish-black vines with baby faces, and slimy tentacles with dead fish eyes or two rows of sharp teeth tore through the boundary between reality and the illusory, reaching into the mausoleum. However, they

East Balam, Kolain City.

was rushing to her next target’s location, suddenly stopped in her steps

Red Gloves team captain, Soest,

sense the

you hear it?” Soest

Leonard Mitchell shook his head, he heard

the Berserk

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

Klein had his eyes closed, his outstanding spiritual perception allowed him to sense his surroundings. When he heard the painful

Death deep in the mausoleum didn’t attack Mr. Azik, it has inflicted

about to happen was not

what he could do. He didn’t even dare open his eyes to

could be solved with mere courage. It

as he tried hard to

a completely different

Death Knell? Even worse…