Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1134 Mr. Door

As Trissy recited the words, the gems around her emitted cracking sounds as they shattered into powder and floated up.

They shimmered with red, blue, green, or resplendent light before rapidly gathering into a torrent that surged towards the candlelight on the altar.

At the same time, strands of hair that had been burnt inside the cauldron joined the process.

The fire began to expand and interweave with each other, turning increasingly dark, as if it was an illusory door that led to other worlds.

Trissy immediately felt the surrounding temperature drop rapidly, as though countless dangers were seeping out of the fire.

A sentence flashed across her mind. It was a reminder from Gehrman Sparrow:

“Be careful of Mr. Door.”

As expected of someone with a messenger of that level… His understanding of Mr. Door, and his confidence in knowing about my plans, might be deeper and more precise than I imagined… Trissy slowly took a deep breath and patiently waited for the subsequent changes.

In just a blink of an eye, she felt that the void in the room thinned significantly. Many of the places were covered with shadows, as though there were large amounts of indescribable creatures hiding behind them.

The dim, expanding flame slowly turned into a gigantic, deep crimson vortex.

As the vortex spun, an ethereal voice that could pierce through one’s Spirit Body finally sounded from the bottom: “…Cheek?”

Upon hearing this voice, the blood vessels in Trissy’s forehead throbbed. It was as if her head had been pierced by countless steel needles as they crazily stabbed and twisted.

Her black hair flared up despite the lack of wind. Every strand grew slightly thicker, and the skin on her face became transparent. Her blood vessels protruded out one after another, densely packed like a spider’s web.

After spending a great deal of effort, Trissy finally managed to control herself. She then heard the voice that could make most Beyonders lose control, chuckling and saying, “It looks like it’s Cheek’s Blessed…

“Back then, we had seen the second Blasphemy Slate together… and we were able to surpass Sequence 1… and live to this day… Now, the only ones left are likely the Artisan, Cheek, and me…”

Trissy ignored Mr. Door’s poignant sigh and said with a twisted expression:

“Honorable Mr. Door, I have something to ask you.”

is just too boring… It’s rare for someone to have a chat with me…” The terrifying voice replied without much change from the

to get used

“…I want to know if there are any unorthodox

Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter

because

of Beyonders from different pathways and mix them together… Mixing it with your spirituality, draw the symbol in front of the mausoleum. Then, you can open the

the dark vortex, forming

were stacked in decreasing sizes

back the excruciating pain of her Spirit Body tearing apart. She memorized the symbol

be blood from all twenty-two Beyonder

pathway only requires the blood of a Beyonder, regardless

much blood of each pathway

way that he had been raving in earlier, “Right… there’s no need for too much… Just a small tube

help but smile when she

overall expression, made her appear

cooperation with Gehrman Sparrow in the future, “The Abraham family wants to know how to get

dark vortex was silent for a few

Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder

ancient curse. After receiving the answer, she couldn’t take it any longer. As she thanked Mr. Door, she began to stop

attempt to

to Cogitate, spending nearly an hour to calm the effects of Mr.

and copied the symbol

Saintess of White Katarina, and there seemed to be even more terrifying hunters that would follow her wake. It was very difficult for

secret mausoleum and that it was safe enough; thus, not leaving too many guards, there were still precautions inside. It wasn’t something that a Sequence 4 could quickly force their way through and cause damage. That way, they would be stopped by the reinforcements and

angel. The strength of the organization behind him was

she had to find assistance from someone with the ability to

letter into a mailbox on a nearby street, the black-haired, black-coated Trissy slowly walked down in the cold and lonely road. On the dim road, she looked at the light from the gas lamps and

little indignation, I’ve actually gone

lucky. At least

die, apart from those who hate me,

letter from Miss Messenger, Klein sat on the chair and read it

went above the gray fog to divine the authenticity of Mr. Door’s method, he subconsciously thought about how quickly

Magician’s chair… I can use my own for Seer… For Apprentice, I can find Miss Magician, and also give her some pressure to write… There are three

mosquito to bite Hazel; obtain it from Vice Admiral Iceberg’s third mate named Flowery Bow Tie, and lastly, get it from Leonard’s