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 slowly rotating dark

get used to the ravings of this

a few seconds before saying, “…I want to know if there are any unorthodox ways to

unknown where he was, but Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter sounded through

because

Mixing it with your spirituality, draw the symbol in front of the mausoleum. Then, you can open the secret

the dark

stacked in decreasing

Spirit Body tearing apart. She memorized the symbol

be blood from all

the blood of a Beyonder, regardless of his

blood of each pathway

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

Trissy wore a painful grimace, she couldn’t help but smile when she received

expression, made her appear odd, as

smooth cooperation with Gehrman Sparrow in the future, “The Abraham family

dark vortex was silent for a

such a ritual… Sacrifice one of the demigods of the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder pathway… Once I leave the

the ancient curse. After receiving the answer, she couldn’t take it any longer.

didn’t attempt to bewitch, threaten,

and the ritual ended, Trissy began to Cogitate, spending nearly an hour to calm the effects

took out a pen and paper and copied the symbol provided by

more terrifying hunters that would follow her wake. It was very difficult for her to find the blood

and the others believed that there was no problem with the 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

of an angel. The strength of the organization behind him was obvious, so they had the ability to destroy the mausoleum at the critical moment, causing the Black

of course she had to find

street, the black-haired, black-coated Trissy slowly walked down in the cold and lonely road.

sake of a little indignation, I’ve

lucky. At least

who hate me, no

receiving the letter from Miss Messenger, Klein sat

the authenticity of Mr. Door’s method, he subconsciously thought about

is very similar to the symbol behind Miss Magician’s chair… I can use my own for Seer… For Apprentice,

from Vice Admiral Iceberg’s third mate named Flowery Bow Tie, and