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

trying to redeem ourselves, and also maintain the

are undoubtedly

in line with

our own sinister thoughts

spilling blood are inevitable. In the

wait to hear more of the content

began to loop. It was as if it had only been fixed at a section lasting

establishment of the Rose Redemption? Previously, the Red Angel evil spirit said that this was an extremely secretive organization established by a group of corrupted angels. Now, it seems like that isn’t the case… The 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 as he cast his gaze back at the City of Silver team that were repeating the actions like puppets—approaching the table, sitting down, listening,

another, Klein had already found

and floor tiles that had been cold for thousands of years warm up

figures

them was the

King of Angels, who was still a member of the Rose Redemption,

with how the scenes were looping, Klein began to suspect

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

not “Him”… Just how much does this King of Angels like murals? He draws them

dressed in black armor that seemed to be splashed with blood.

paid attention to this figure was because he had seen it

it also placed its feet on the dark red long table. It didn’t mind that

Red Angel, Medici!

Klein’s thoughts raced, he decided to first rescue the people from the City of Silver who

had a lot of experience

cycle of fate, the dusk outside will seep in and dispel any abnormalities… They belong to the divine kingdom itself. In terms of status, they can only be stronger or on par with the power left behind by Ouroboros… After observing for a few seconds, Klein

divination, he immediately spread

Berg’s Spirit Body immediately tore through the cycle

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

situation, for fear that the True Creator would lock onto him, Klein

snapped out of his daze and realized that he had

saw the Chief, Elder Lovia, Haim, Antiona, and the others. He realized that there were still certain

Derrick was alert

experienced this before, nodded slightly and stood

landed on the

depicted the same exact hall. There were similar columns, torches, the dark red table, complicated

those high-back chairs, there were eleven figures sitting in them. At the very end were

team’s eyes also followed the Chiefs and

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

a middle-aged man with facial features resembling the natives of the Southern Continent; a giant covered in silver armor; and a supple, beautiful, and dignified

the very end were a man

a Guardian raised his right hand and pointed at the

up of mysterious symbols.

“White Angel, Aucuses…

out a tragic

corpse, as if it would be reduced to ashes the moment it was touched. It made Demon Hunter Colin and Shepherd

symbols. They contain immense