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.

to transmigrate from ancient times echoed in the

and also

deviation are undoubtedly the most basic

also in line with

all have our own sinister thoughts and desires, but this is very

and spilling blood are inevitable.

gray fog, Klein listened attentively. He couldn’t wait to hear more of the content said by

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

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…

one after another, Klein had already found something unusual

come alive and rapidly expand, overlapping with the hall. It made the table, chairs, and floor tiles that 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 time,

those figures were familiar to

the Angel

still a member of the Rose Redemption, was the most

how the scenes were looping, Klein began to suspect

there were murals left behind by

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

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

figure was because he had seen

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!

Who else is involved… As Klein’s thoughts raced, he decided to first rescue the people from the City of Silver who couldn’t

a lot of experience

it can temporarily break the cycle of fate, the dusk outside will seep in and dispel any abnormalities… They belong to the divine

a gold coin for a divination, he immediately spread

the cycle of

orange glow 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 him,

he had unknowingly sat down at the side of the dark red

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

alert as he deliberated and said, “The cycle

who had experienced this before,

looked around, and his gaze landed on the largest mural that he

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

chairs, there were eleven figures sitting in them. At the very end were two seats,

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

the left were the beautiful silver-haired man; the red-haired and arrogantly-seated man; an elder wearing a hood that exposed only his mouth, winkles, and beard; a

facial features resembling the natives

two high-back chairs at the very end were a man

right hand and pointed at the handsome white-robed

is made up of mysterious symbols. These

“White Angel, Aucuses…

sentence, he suddenly let out

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

try to distinguish those symbols. They contain immense power,”