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.

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

ourselves, and also maintain

are undoubtedly

is also in line with

all have our own sinister thoughts and

spilling blood are inevitable. In the name of Rose

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

the voice, it began to loop. It was as

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 as he cast his gaze back at the City of Silver team that were repeating the actions

torches around the hall lit up one after another, Klein had already found something unusual with his “true

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

figures were familiar to

of them was the

the Rose

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

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

wouldn’t believe it if anyone were to say it’s not “Him”… Just how much does this King of

the Angel of Fate Ouroboros. He was dressed in black armor that seemed to be splashed with blood. He had red hair that resembled fire, looking young

paid attention to this figure was because he had seen

also the 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

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 of

had a lot of experience in this

However, there’s 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 abnormalities… They belong to the divine kingdom itself. In terms of status, they can only be stronger or on par with

immediately

immediately tore through the

of dusk outside the palace immediately surged into

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 the real

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

Haim, Antiona, and the others. He realized that there were still

Derrick was alert as he deliberated and

this before, nodded

on the largest mural that he had seen

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

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

team’s eyes also followed

figures on 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

the right were a black-robed mummy wrapped in bandages; a middle-aged man with facial features resembling the natives of the

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

Guardian raised his right hand and pointed at the

of mysterious

“White Angel, Aucuses…

sentence, he suddenly let out a tragic cry as

instantly became a charred corpse, as if it would be reduced to ashes the moment it

those symbols. They contain immense power,” Colin hurriedly warned the