Lord of the Mysteries

1051 Different Styles of Different Pathways

Upon seeing this scene, Hvin Rambis immediately extricated himself from that state of calm, clearly aware that he had fallen into a trap. He also further realized that he was already under some sort of influence.

Without any hesitation, he arched his back and his body swelled.

His pupils turned vertical, turning from pale blue to golden. His face, the back of his hand, and every inch of his exposed skin grew grayish-white scales.

Amidst the screeching sound, the white shirt, black vest, formal coat, and straight trousers that he wore tore apart, revealing the dragon scales beneath.

In the blink of an eye, Hvin Rambis had transformed into an abnormally massive monster. Aside from his head that remained in the form of a human, the rest of his body had changed completely. It was like a dragon that had yet to fully evolve.

The dragon’s back was covered in gray-skinned wings, and its limbs were thick. The grayish-white scales were engraved with complicated, three-dimensional mysterious symbols. They extended into the flesh, extending into the surrounding void. It seemed to be a mesh of objects that didn’t belong to the real world. It threw anyone who laid their eyes upon it into suffering a form of mental confusion as their thoughts warped. Even one’s Spirit Body would be tainted with all kinds of thoughts that came from deep within one’s heart, eager to rip apart and mutilate themselves.

This was the Spectator pathway’s incomplete Mythical Creature form!

For demigods of other pathways—those who weren’t at the angel level—they required immense willpower and firm beliefs to fight in their Mythical Creature forms. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to control the madness and the inclination of losing control. There was a high chance of them immediately losing all rationality and transforming into a monster. However, the Spectator pathway was different. They had Placate which could treat their minds and souls, so they weren’t helpless towards the madness and inclination of losing control. Therefore, as long as the fight wasn’t prolonged, they could use their Mythical Creature form and return to normal at will.

Whoosh!

All the thoughts in Hvin Rambis’s subconscious domain boiled over as they churned, identifying the parts of his consciousness that had been altered, purging them out and melting them down into nothingness.

Whoosh!

The violent winds surged around Hvin Rambis’s grayish-white dragon avatar. It seemed to come from reality, but also seemed to come from an illusory world.

They carried a certain will as they whirled in every direction. Any creature that was embroiled would inevitably be placed into various abnormal states, stand rooted to the ground in a daze, or blindly escape towards the corners of the garden. There would be varying degrees of losing of control as their knees would buckle before they slumped to the ground. Some would even faint immediately and fall into a coma. Others would reveal their most fervent expressions, crowding around the dragon-like attendants.

This was a qualitative change in “Dragon Might” which stemmed from a Mythical Creature form. It went from its original state of placing others in a state of “Awe” to “Mind Deprivation” with even more effects!

Seizing the moment when Dragon Might swept the surroundings, Hvin Rambis focused and transformed into illusory, sinister versions of himself. Through the sea of collective subconscious which eluded most Beyonders, he approached Gehrman Sparrow on the rooftop and Audrey Hall by the garden’s periphery at high speeds.

a Spectator, he could tell that the attacker was Gehrman Sparrow just by seeing his

compelling herself based on the discussions and warnings from the two demigods, The World and The

can’t see anything. I can’t

can’t see anything. I can’t hear

was trying to avoid losing control from looking directly at Hvin Rambis’s Mythical

a particular illusory, sinister version of Hvin Rambis was approaching her Body of Heart and

“eyes,” the

as if she had returned from a cold, dark cave to the

hypnosis and opened her eyes. The sun in the sky pierced through the clouds that couldn’t be considered thin, scattering its resplendence. Bathed in the bright golden glow, autumn flowers

around blankly, but she didn’t see Hvin Rambis, Gehrman Sparrow, or the

everything that she had

the two demigods might not even harm a single flower. Audrey silently muttered to herself before calmly leaving the garden, retreating to the corridor that connected the garden to

that her presence would affect Gehrman

manifestations had also landed on Gehrman Sparrow’s island of consciousness under

him do things against his own will, he realized that the illusory island that stood in the sea of collective subconscious was filled with a deathly silence—there were no stirring thoughts or the appearance of new thoughts. There

instantly made a judgment. Combined with the information he had obtained in the past, he had a better grasp

demigod of the Spectator pathway, he could easily tell the difference between a marionette and the

you think a marionette can foil my mind invasion and control of one’s consciousness? That sinister and illusory Hvin Rambis swept his golden vertical eyes and found a transparent passage on the marionette’s island of consciousness. On the island of consciousness, it was the symbolic form

the transparent passageway and found another island of consciousness hidden in the distance. This was where

“Found you!”

of collective subconscious, allowing them to thrash about in

opportunity to get close to Gehrman Sparrow’s island of consciousness, and he conjured a grayish-white staircase in an

in the dark. While one attacked head- on, the other sneaked in. With these two angles of

up and spiraled in midair. It affected Gehrman Sparrow with its Dragon

the sea of collective subconscious, Hvin Rambis had silently invaded the Gehrman Sparrow’s Body of Heart and Mind when all of a sudden, he

Rambis’s heart tightened as he hurriedly analyzed his psyche, suspecting that he was

how he handled it, the grayish-white fog didn’t change. Of course, there were no accidents or danger. It was as if it was just a simple

That was pretty suspicious.

a mind storm here, the grayish-white fog finally dissipated, revealing the island of consciousness from before that belonged to Gehrman

have time to hesitate. He quickly entered the corresponding subconscious and attempted