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 ears of the

are trying to redeem ourselves, and also maintain the

undoubtedly the most basic

also in line

can’t deny that we all have our own sinister thoughts and

Death and spilling blood are inevitable. In the name of

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

It was as

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

one after another, Klein had already

floor tiles that had been cold for thousands of years warm up once again. It made the figures that had once been in this

those figures were

of them was the Angel of Fate

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

suspect the person who left the murals was Tail Devourer

behind by “Him,”

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 Ouroboros in

beside the Angel of Fate Ouroboros. He was dressed in black armor that seemed to be splashed with blood. He

paid attention to this figure was because he had seen it

it 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

Red Angel, Medici!

raced, he decided to first rescue the people from the City of Silver who couldn’t exit the looping cycles

had a lot of experience in this

hall itself. 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

a gold coin for a divination, he immediately spread his spirituality towards the

Spirit Body immediately tore through the cycle of fate,

the light of dusk outside the palace immediately

situation, for fear that the True Creator would lock onto him, Klein

he had unknowingly sat down at

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

to his experience just now, Derrick was alert as he deliberated and said, “The

this

gaze landed on the largest mural that

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

them. At the very end were two seats,

also followed the Chiefs

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 beard; a dignified middle-aged man dressed in black armor; and

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

at the very end were a man with dark

that moment, a Guardian raised his right hand and pointed

up of mysterious symbols. These

“White Angel, Aucuses…

finish his sentence, he suddenly let out a tragic cry

be reduced to ashes the moment it was touched. It made

symbols. They contain immense power,”