Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1147 Chaos

Klein pretended not to notice the real dream. As he tried to stop his projection of the Death Consul, he tried to summon another version of “himself” from the Historical Void to fool the guards of the Tudor ruins, allowing his body to escape the dream and sneak into the secret mausoleum to achieve his goal of destroying it.

At the moment, he could only maintain three Historical Void projections. Death Consul Azik Eggers was one, his self-projection in a concealed state was another. He couldn’t be certain if the leader of the ascetics, Arianna, was considered one. However, to be safe, he had to disperse one of them before he made another summoning attempt.

Regarding Arianna’s state, apart from suspecting that “She” had descended in person due to “Her” state, Klein had other theories. Perhaps the leader of the Evernight cloister had deliberately entered a concealed state after sensing that “Her” projection from the past had been summoned while being located in the Amantha mountain range. “She” had vanished from the real world, allowing the projection to gain sentience. This was completely feasible, especially since the authority of “concealment” likely gave “Her” a certain degree of control over “Her” historical projections.

When it came to a concealment angel like this, Klein was unable to use the feedback from Scholar of Yore’s maintenance of the historical projection to confirm “Her” true situation. Therefore, he didn’t make any changes, so as to prevent any accidents from happening.

Just as he was about to summon his past self, the real dream silently disappeared. Everything around him returned to normal.

He was standing on a cliff at the entrance. Below him was a dark and majestic mausoleum.

An old man with an ordinary appearance was levitating in midair. Under the glow from the moss and the light from the stone pillars inside the cliff, he calmly looked at Klein and sighed in ancient Feysac.

“You weren’t actually fooled by the dream I crafted.”

This old man’s hair was completely white, but it was thick enough. There weren’t many wrinkles on his face, and his appearance wasn’t anything special.

The Spectator pathway’s Sequence 3 Dreamweaver? No, at least, he’s not an angel… Klein tensed up and didn’t respond. He immediately took out his silver adventurer’s harmonica and blew into it.

No sound was produced, but Reinette Tinekerr, who was wearing a dark and complicated long dress, walked out.

One of the blonde, red-eyed heads in “Her” hands immediately spat out a rectangular diamond-like charm. Another head chanted in ancient Hermes, “Yesterday!”

Yesterday Once More!

Miss Messenger was borrowing strength from “Her” past self!

Compared to a Sequence 1 Snake of Fate, the power “She” borrowed could last longer.

However, the charm didn’t change at all.

In midair, the elder in the gray robe gently chuckled and kindly reminded them, “Don’t use ancient Hermes in front of me.”

…Hermes… This is Hermes, the one who lived since the Second Epoch and created ancient Hermes? An angel of the Spectator pathway… The origin of the Psychology Alchemists… Klein was first shocked before he realized something.

Hermes was participating in the battle, so it was unlikely “He” had a strong desire to stop him!

hearts of others… Just as this thought flashed through

“Yesterday!”

diamond-like charm was instantly ignited by a transparent flame before

rapidly expand as the four heads in her hands flew up and

heads became illusory

doll that resembled a castle. “She” was dressed in a black gothic dress with countless

“Her”

angel flashed with a faint light, turning into a plump,

Ancient Bane, Transformation Curse!

half the size of a mountain. One stomp

merely believing in “Their” strength allowed “Them” to

in the ruins. Reality and illusion intertwined, making

had noticed that, not only was Miss Messenger in a Mythical Creature form, but the surface of the rabbit’s body was covered in grayish-white scales. All sorts of

the start… As Klein sighed, he didn’t even dare take a second look to gain more knowledge. Firstly, he didn’t have the time to do so, and secondly, his

rabbit that had transformed into a dragon, Klein used the strong winds to head for the secret mausoleum. As he recited

time, failure; second time, failure; third

his consciousness to fight back and be unable to take multiple things into consideration, he instinctively reached out his right hand and finally touched a particular

arm, the image quickly outlined itself. She was a woman wearing a dark-colored robe and a wide hood. She had a beautiful face and slightly

of the Church

this was Mother of the Sky, the daughter of the ancient god, Flegrea, and suspected to be the vessel for the Goddess’s

Historical Void in one try, Klein definitely thought

chanting the honorific

merely a vessel of a deity’s descent depended on how much of the deity’s power was carried by the

smiled at him during the Great Smog of Backlund, and

approval, or perhaps providing some level of help, he might not have succeeded given a hundred attempts, a

“She” turned “Her” head and looked

entire underground ruin quaked as the dark and majestic mausoleum began to shake. Ripples

outside world. One was pressed towards the gigantic doll, Reinette Tinekerr, while the other spread out its fingers

long. They were pitch-black on the surface, flowing with sticky liquids. Some of them were strangely protruding, some had skulls as heads,

Abomination Suah!

their swords to kill their companions; or they raised their

was disturbed by a sensation of

retracted “Her” gaze through pure instinct, and “She” looked up at the two arms that seemed to come from the depths of a

tremble slightly. Not only did “He” fail to grab hold of Klein, “He” was even cursed by Reinette Tinekerr, causing “Him” to be covered in

began to fade as they struggled with all their might, trying to

this moment, three figures appeared in midair in the underground ruins. They were Emperor Roselle; the first Loen king, William Augustus; and the abstract angel formed from pure