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.

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

trying to redeem ourselves, and

undoubtedly

also in

we all have our own sinister thoughts and desires, but this

spilling blood are inevitable. In

Klein listened attentively. He couldn’t wait

or the voice, it began to loop. It was as if

person who said that was probably not Medici, but either Sauron and Einhorn. “They” actually didn’t know much about Rose Redemption… Klein mumbled inwardly

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

years warm up once again. It made the figures that had once been in this secret meeting cross the borders of time, “reviving” at their fixed seats,

those figures were

the

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

to suspect the person who left the murals was Tail

by “Him,” likewise

“Him”… Just

in black armor that seemed to be splashed with blood. He had red hair that resembled fire,

why he paid attention to this figure was because he

“it” was also 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 people

Red Angel, Medici!

thoughts raced, he decided to first rescue the people from the City of Silver who couldn’t exit

of experience in

seep in and dispel any abnormalities… They belong to the divine kingdom itself. In terms

for a divination, he immediately spread his spirituality

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

of dusk outside the palace immediately surged into the hall from the window up

fear that the True Creator would lock

daze and realized that he had unknowingly sat down at the side of

looked up blankly and saw the Chief, Elder Lovia, Haim, Antiona, and the others. He realized that there were still certain traces of confusion

just now, Derrick was alert as he deliberated and said, “The cycle

this before, nodded slightly and

around, and his gaze landed on the largest mural

torches, the dark red table, complicated high- back

eleven figures sitting in them. At the very end were two seats, and along the table, five on the left

also followed the Chiefs and took

a hood that exposed only his mouth, winkles, and beard; a dignified middle-aged man dressed in

wrapped in bandages; a middle-aged man with facial features resembling the natives of the Southern

a man with dark black

moment, a Guardian raised his right hand and pointed at the handsome

of mysterious symbols. These symbols

“White Angel, Aucuses…

suddenly let out a tragic cry as golden flames spewed out

be reduced to ashes the moment it was touched. It made Demon

symbols. They contain immense power,”