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 the ears of the

are trying to redeem ourselves, and also maintain

and deviation are undoubtedly the most

also in line

own sinister

inevitable. In the

attentively. He couldn’t wait to

scene or the voice, it began to loop. It was as if it had only been fixed at a section lasting less

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

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

had been cold for thousands of years warm up once again. It made the figures that had once been in this secret meeting cross the borders

of those figures were familiar to

the Angel of Fate

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

began to suspect the person who

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

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 Angels like murals? He draws them wherever “He” goes… Klein couldn’t help but lampoon

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

paid attention to this figure was because he had

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

Red Angel, Medici!

secret gathering? Who else is involved… As Klein’s thoughts raced, he decided to first

a lot of experience

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 quickly came to

a divination, he immediately spread his spirituality

the cycle of fate, creating

light of dusk outside the palace immediately surged into the hall

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

daze and realized that he had unknowingly

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

back to his experience just now, Derrick was alert as

experienced this before, nodded slightly and

landed on the largest mural that

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

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

team’s eyes also followed the Chiefs and took

silver-haired 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

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 armor; and a supple, beautiful,

high-back chairs at the very end were a man with dark black curly hair and a woman shrouded in

a Guardian raised his right hand and pointed at the handsome

figure is made up of

“White Angel, Aucuses…

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

instantly became a charred corpse, as if it would be reduced to ashes the moment it was touched. It made Demon Hunter Colin and Shepherd Lovia incapable of

symbols. They contain immense power,” Colin hurriedly warned