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.

definitely not a small matter

but be roused up. They realized that they had no idea when this matron of the Evernight cloister, the servant of Concealment,

family, and the military enjoyed a certain degree of tacit cooperationGrounded Angels and

Arianna answered

hand and grasped

scene along with the darkness. It was the entire

that appeared to have been kept for quite some time

help but say, “He actually

archbishop knew Qonas Kilgor. He originally believed that this deputy director of MI9 was only a Sequence 5 and had relied on

on the military was greater than the two major

Randall. After the secret was fully revealed, Horamick said, “One involves a secret ruin of the Blood Emperor, and with large numbers of people

Randall nodded in agreement. “Let’s head to the ruins

family and the king. It’s best if you

to their respective Church’s headquarters, the core seat of power

two archbishops replied without any

Officiant Randall Valentinus and Horamick Haydn received feedback from the Sealed Artifacts they carried. Together with Anthony Stevenson and Arianna, they headed for the

coat of arms with complicated symbols, and

and she stood there calmly as though “She” wasn’t worried that the guards in the

of Concealment’s actions, Horamick seemed to be in thought. Randall wore a look

underground ruins, on a strange metal pedestal, a ghostly-blue beam soared up

method to confirm if the person who had summoned the Door of Teleportation was disguised, so as to decide

didn’t see anything. The area outside

felt intense unease and confusion, a figure quickly outlined itself behind them. It was none other than the leader of the Church of

deep sleep. Anthony, Randall,

passed through the hall, floating in

ruled by darkness. Small amounts of light came from the strange moss growing in different spots, as well as the flaming torches that came

night vision could grasp the overall appearance

wall. It extended upwards without an end, and it seemed to be connected to the ground. On the other side, there was a bottomless dark valley as if it were the abyss where devils lived. A road paved with stone slabs lay in the middle connecting the halls and buildings together. From time to time, humans would come

three Churches were just about to capture a few people who could enter the ruins to interrogate them about the situation inside when a

above his lips, and he had thick brows. His eyes were slightly

gown and had a huge cloak over him. The tips of his shoes were extremely long, and his attire

were no stranger to him. He knew that he was Prince of

Grove asked first,

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