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.”

darkness and the storm is just too boring… It’s rare for someone

muscles twitched involuntarily, still unable to get used to

unorthodox ways to enter the nine secret mausoleums built by Blood Emperor Tudor for becoming the Black

but Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter sounded

it’s because

I’ll give you a symbol… You can gather the blood of Beyonders from different pathways and mix them together… Mixing it with your spirituality, draw the symbol in

sparks separated from the dark vortex,

stacked in decreasing sizes as they randomly extended without

Body tearing apart. She memorized the symbol

must be blood from

blood of a Beyonder, regardless of

much blood of

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

couldn’t help but smile when she

made her appear odd, as though she was a

ensure smooth cooperation with Gehrman Sparrow in

vortex was silent for a few seconds before

Apprentice, and Marauder pathway… Once I leave the storm and penetrate the

could escape the ancient curse. After receiving the answer, she couldn’t take it

attempt to bewitch, threaten, or

began to Cogitate, spending nearly an hour to calm the effects of Mr. Door’s

Trissy took out a pen and paper and copied the symbol provided by Mr. Door. She

hunters that would follow her wake. It was very

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 the reinforcements

the level 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

she had to find assistance from someone with the

the cold and lonely road. On the

the sake of a little

At least I’ll

die, apart from those who hate me, no one will

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

method, he subconsciously thought

the symbol behind Miss Magician’s chair… I can use my own for Seer… For Apprentice, I can find Miss Magician, and also give her some pressure to

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