Lord of the Mysteries

Backlund, North Borough, Saint Samuel Cathedral.

The cardinal of the Church of Storms, archbishop of the Backlund diocese, Deep Blue Officiant Randall Valentinus descended amidst the wind, landing inside the steeple with a huge clock to the left.

He donned a black robe with the Storm symbol and had thick facial hair. His hair was short and stood up, colored in a dark blue that was almost black.

This muscular demigod cast his gaze to the other side and said to the figure who was already waiting there, “Horamick, do you know what happened? Why did Anthony suddenly invite us over here?”

The person he spoke to was dressed in a white priest robe and a clergyman’s bonnet. He had a genial and mild expression, and he was none other than the Church of Steam’s Divine Council member, archbishop of the Backlund diocese, the demigod, Horamick Haydn.

Upon hearing Randall’s question, Horamick calmly replied, “I didn’t arrive here much earlier than you. In fact, I only left the laboratory for a few minutes.”

He wasn’t only a clergyman but also a famous scientist. He was an emeritus professor at Backlund University’s physics department.

Randall Valentinus was just about to say something when he suddenly saw a figure walk up the narrow spiral staircase and arrive at the peak in the darkness that the crimson moon wasn’t able to illuminate.

This figure was dressed in a black clergyman robe with red accents. By his chest hung five Dark Sacred Emblems. He was clean-shaven, and his eyes were deep, dark, and tranquil. He was none other than one of the thirteen archbishops of the Church of Evernight, Backlund diocese’s person-in-charge, Saint Anthony Stevenson.

“Is there something that can’t wait until daybreak? Or do people from the Church of Evernight enjoy discussing matters at night?” Deep Blue Officiant Randall Valentinus asked.

Anthony came to a stop after walking up the flight of stairs and said with a serious expression, “A very pressing matter.”

“What is it?” Randall asked immediately.

At this moment, Horamick Haydn also cast his gaze at Anthony Stevenson, awaiting his answer.

In similar situations, Horamick especially liked the existence of people from the Church of Storms. This meant that they would take the initiative to ask questions and that there was no need to be euphemistic. It didn’t require him to say anything else.

Anthony looked at them separately and said, “It’s related to the royal family. I’ll let Ma’am Arianna do the honors.”

Just as he said that, a barefoot, bun-haired female figure in a simple robe with tree bark for a belt quickly outlined itself out of the shadows.

Upon seeing this figure, Randall and Horamick immediately bowed.

“Good evening, Ma’am Arianna.”

Their expressions turned solemn at the same time, for they had a deep understanding of how important and crucial the matter that was happening tonight was.

small matter for a Grounded Angel to

realized that they had no idea when this

normal circumstances, the three Churches, the royal family, and the military enjoyed a certain

Archbishops,” Arianna answered without any signs

then raised her right hand and grasped onto thin

into a scene along with the darkness. It was the entire

kept for quite some time had finally

Officiant Randall Valentinus couldn’t help but say, “He actually advanced to Sequence 4 and

director of MI9 was only a Sequence 5 and had relied on a Sealed Artifact with severe negative effects to

Storms’s influence on the military was greater than the two

of the Blood Emperor, and with large numbers of people sent in… These two

nodded in agreement. “Let’s head to the

royal family and the king.

this angel’s choice of words, the Holy See referred to their respective Church’s headquarters, the core seat of power of

two archbishops

feedback from the Sealed Artifacts they carried. Together with Anthony Stevenson and Arianna, they headed for the Blood Emperor ruins that

an iron-black coat of arms

though “She” wasn’t worried

thought. Randall wore a look of calm and didn’t believe that it posed

a strange metal pedestal, a

the ghostly blue beam and planned on using a predetermined method to confirm if the person who had summoned the Door of Teleportation was disguised, so as

didn’t see anything. The area

as they felt intense unease and confusion, a figure quickly outlined itself behind them. It was none other than

into a deep sleep. Anthony, Randall, and Horamick entered the underground ruins one

passed through the hall, floating in midair as they

came from the strange moss growing in different spots, as well as the flaming torches

their illuminating light, even Beyonders without night vision could

ground. On the other side, there was a bottomless dark valley as if it were the abyss where devils lived. A road paved with

the ruins to interrogate them about the

curly mustaches grew above his lips, and he had thick brows. His eyes were slightly bigger and looked rather similar to a certain

gown and had a huge cloak over him. The tips of his shoes were extremely long, and his attire was unlike the current times. It was as though

to him. He knew that he was Prince of Sonia, Grove Augustus, one of the demigods of the

first, his expression a

the large number of mysterious disappearances, and we had locked onto MI9’s Qonas Kilgor. Through him,