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.

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

to redeem ourselves, and also maintain the balance of this

undoubtedly

also in line with

deny that we all have our own sinister thoughts and desires,

Death and spilling blood are inevitable. In the name of Rose

listened attentively. He couldn’t wait to

voice, it began to loop. It was as if it had

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,

after another, Klein had already found something

cold for thousands of years warm up

those figures

of them was the

still a member of the Rose Redemption, was the

looping, Klein began to suspect the person who left

temple ruins, there were murals left behind by “Him,” likewise for the ruins of the

King’s Court, there are similar murals and signs of those powers. I wouldn’t believe it if anyone were to say it’s not “Him”… Just how much does this King of

was sitting beside the Angel of Fate Ouroboros. He was dressed in black armor that

attention to this figure was

chair, but it also placed its feet on the dark red long

Red Angel, Medici!

involved… As Klein’s thoughts raced, he decided to first rescue the people from the City of Silver who couldn’t exit the looping cycles

had a lot of experience

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

for a divination, he immediately spread his spirituality towards

tore through the cycle of fate, creating an invisible

dusk outside the palace immediately surged into the

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

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

and the others. He realized that there were still certain traces of confusion on

to his experience just now, Derrick was alert

who had experienced this before, nodded slightly and stood

and his gaze landed on the largest mural that he had seen

columns, torches, the

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

City of Silver team’s eyes also followed the Chiefs and took in

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

man with facial features resembling the natives of the

end were a man with dark black curly hair and a woman shrouded

right hand

made up of mysterious

“White Angel, Aucuses…

finish his sentence, he suddenly let out a

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

contain immense power,” Colin hurriedly