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

are trying to redeem ourselves, and also maintain

undoubtedly

in

all have our own sinister

spilling blood are inevitable. In the

couldn’t wait to hear more of the content said by the

was as if it

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

lit up one after another, Klein had already found something

cold for thousands of years warm up

those figures were familiar

them was the Angel of

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

scenes were looping, Klein began to suspect the person who left the murals was

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

believe it if anyone were to say it’s not “Him”… Just how much does this King of Angels like murals? He draws them wherever “He” goes… Klein

black armor that seemed to be splashed with blood. He had

reason why he paid attention to this figure was because he had seen it in his

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 were high-level figures of the same

Red Angel, Medici!

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 who couldn’t exit

lot of

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

gold coin for a divination, he immediately spread

through the cycle of fate, creating

palace immediately surged into the hall

for Little Sun to figure out his situation, for fear that the True Creator would lock onto him,

had unknowingly sat down at the side of the

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

his experience just now, Derrick was alert as he

Colin Iliad, who had experienced this before, nodded slightly

on the

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

high-back chairs, there were eleven figures sitting in them. At the very end were two seats, and along the table, five on

Silver team’s eyes also followed the Chiefs and took

man; the red-haired and arrogantly-seated man; an elder wearing a hood that exposed only his mouth, winkles, and beard; a dignified middle-aged man dressed in black armor; and a handsome man

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

end were a man with dark black curly hair

his right hand and pointed at the

up of mysterious symbols. These symbols

“White Angel, Aucuses…

his sentence, he suddenly let out a

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

symbols. They contain immense power,” Colin hurriedly