Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1117 The Strongest Organization

As the flames flickered, Derrick and company subconsciously looked at the long dark red table. The first thing they noticed was the figure closest to them.

The figure wore a simple linen robe, and had a head of long silver hair and indiscernible facial features. It made Colin, Lovia, and Derrick find the figure oddly familiar.

In an instant, they felt as though a bolt of lightning struck their minds, illuminating their blurry memories.

“Angel of Fate, Ouroboros!”

Just as the pupils of the team from the City of Silver dilated, the figure turned around and looked at them.

A pair of indifferent eyes immediately occupied their vision as extraordinary mysterious rings appeared.

In a daze, Derrick saw a figure in front of him. He was a handsome, radiant, and energetic man. He wore a pure white robe and had short golden hair.

With his appearance, the surroundings became abnormally bright. The warm feeling was like a ray of light, instantly filling every spot.

Derrick felt as though he had seen the “day,” as mentioned in legends, momentarily forgetting where he was or what he was doing.

The man took a step forward and his blurry figure overlapped with Derrick.

Then, Derrick sat beside the dark red long table, occupying one of the high-back chairs.

He had become the handsome and radiant man who was attending a secret gathering.

At the same time, the grizzled City of Silver Chief, Colin, whose face was covered in old scars, encountered the same blurry and illusory figure.

The figure was seven to eight meters tall. He was wearing silver full-body armor, and his eyes were glowing like the light of dawn.

He raised the long sword in his hand, letting it press against Colin Iliad’s forehead like a scepter.

Demon Hunter Colin struggled for a moment, but he quickly calmed down when he was enveloped by the orange light.

With that, he and the giant in front of him merged into one. He strode towards the dark red table and sat on the second seat on the right.

Shepherd Lovia encountered a man in a long black robe. He had black curly hair over his shoulders and a pair of eyes that seemed to be covered in shadows. It was difficult to see his face clearly, but the silver threads, complicated patterns, and gorgeous accessories were directly reflected in her mind.

Lovia trembled and couldn’t help but lower her head, allowing the layers of black wings on the man’s back to wrap around her.

She became the man and walked to the end of the dark red table.

There were two high-back chairs with complex patterns placed there. Lovia chose the left one.

The remaining members of the City of Silver’s expedition team also encountered similar situations, but the figures they faced were different.

After “they” found their seats on both sides of the dark red table, the area around the empty high-back chair at the seat of honor became darker, outlining a female figure that seemed to be shrouded in fog.

the heels of that, a voice that seemed to transmigrate from ancient times echoed in the

are trying to redeem ourselves, and also maintain the balance

and deviation are undoubtedly the most

is also in line with

all have our own sinister thoughts and desires, but

are inevitable.

listened attentively. He couldn’t wait to hear more of the content said by

was as if it had only

that was probably not Medici, but either

torches around the hall lit up one after another, Klein had already found something unusual with

rapidly expand, overlapping with the hall. It made the table, chairs, and floor tiles that had been cold for thousands of years warm up

of those figures were familiar

of them was the Angel of

still a member of the Rose Redemption, was the most lifelike among

how the scenes were looping, Klein began to suspect

left behind by “Him,” likewise for the ruins of the

not “Him”… Just how much does this King of Angels like murals? He draws them wherever “He” goes… Klein couldn’t

armor that seemed

attention to this figure was because he had seen

the most arrogant person among all the figures. Not only did it sit back in its chair, but it also placed its feet on the dark red long table. It didn’t mind that the surrounding

Red Angel, Medici!

are the Kings of Angels who participated in the secret gathering? Who else is involved… As Klein’s thoughts raced, he decided to first rescue the people from the City of Silver

a lot of

to the loop is the hall itself. However, there’s no need to attempt to destroy it. As long as it can temporarily break the cycle of fate, the dusk outside will seep in and dispel any abnormalities… They belong to the

a divination, he immediately spread his spirituality towards the crimson star representing

Berg’s Spirit Body immediately tore through the cycle of fate,

glow from the light of dusk outside the palace

to figure out his situation, for fear that the True Creator would lock onto him, Klein didn’t hesitate

had unknowingly sat

Antiona, and the others. He

now, Derrick was alert as he deliberated and said,

Iliad, who had experienced this before, nodded slightly and stood

on the largest mural that

same exact hall. There were similar columns, torches, the dark red table, complicated high- back chairs, and

them. At the very end were two seats, and along the table, five

also followed the Chiefs and

red-haired and arrogantly-seated man; an elder wearing a hood that exposed only his

right were a black-robed mummy wrapped in bandages; a middle-aged man with facial features resembling the natives of the Southern Continent; a giant covered in silver

very end were a man with dark black curly hair and a

a Guardian raised his right hand and pointed at

up of mysterious

“White Angel, Aucuses…

could finish his sentence, he suddenly let out a tragic cry as golden flames spewed

would be reduced to ashes the moment it was touched. It made Demon Hunter Colin and Shepherd Lovia

symbols. They contain immense power,” Colin