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 the

are undoubtedly the

in line with ‘His’

we all have our own sinister thoughts and desires, but

Death and spilling blood are inevitable.

He couldn’t wait to hear more of the

It was as if it had only been fixed at a section lasting less than a

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”

after another, Klein had already found something unusual with his “true

for thousands of 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

figures

was the Angel of Fate

who was still a member of the Rose Redemption,

began to suspect the person

murals left behind by “Him,” likewise for the

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

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

figure was because he had seen it in

the figures. Not only did it sit back in its chair, but it also placed its feet

Red Angel, Medici!

Who else is involved… As Klein’s thoughts raced, he decided to first rescue the people from the

had a lot of experience in

the dusk outside will seep in and dispel any abnormalities… They belong to the divine kingdom itself. In terms of status,

coin for a divination, he immediately

the cycle of fate,

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

for fear that the True Creator would lock onto

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

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

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

Colin Iliad, who had experienced this before, nodded slightly

on the largest mural that he had seen

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

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

City of Silver team’s eyes also followed the

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

facial features resembling the natives of the Southern Continent; a giant covered in silver armor; and a supple, beautiful,

two high-back chairs at the very end were a man with dark black curly hair

his right hand and pointed at the

made up of mysterious

“White Angel, Aucuses…

finish his sentence, he suddenly let out

to ashes the moment it was touched. It made Demon Hunter Colin and Shepherd Lovia incapable of

to distinguish those symbols. They contain immense power,”