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!

is deliberately acting to lower our guard… Beyonders of the Spectator pathway are the best at manipulating the hearts of others… Just as this thought flashed through his mind,

“Yesterday!”

was instantly ignited by a transparent flame before

the four heads

heads became illusory one

transformed into a huge cloth doll that resembled a castle. “She” was dressed

across ancient Hermes. “She” opened “Her” tightly shut

pathway’s angel flashed with a faint light, turning into a plump, white

Ancient Bane, Transformation Curse!

the size of a mountain. One stomp was sufficient to trample him to

strength allowed “Them” to be powerful enough without being at a disadvantage

ruins. Reality and illusion intertwined, making Reinette Tinekerr a little confused as to whether “She” was in a dream

Messenger in a Mythical Creature form, but the surface of the rabbit’s body was covered in grayish-white scales. All sorts of patterns

use their complete Mythical Creature form right at 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 level wasn’t high enough. Seeing a complete Mythical Creature form would definitely lead to being affected and receiving some negative effects. This was something he had to avoid in a dangerous

rabbit that had transformed into a dragon, Klein used the strong winds to head for

time, failure; second time, failure; third time, still

back and be unable to take multiple things into consideration, he instinctively

a woman wearing a dark-colored robe

Church of Evernight that he had

town that this was Mother of the Sky, the

the ascetic leader, Arianna, from the Historical Void in one try, Klein definitely thought of trying to see if he

been chanting the honorific name of

Yore had a difficult-to-overcome restriction. It was that he was unable to summon something that involved the Uniqueness. However, objects that were merely a vessel of a deity’s descent depended on how much of the deity’s power was carried by the corresponding Historical Void projection or if it involved the Uniqueness. Similarly, if he wanted to summon Amon, it was impossible to summon the actual body, but an avatar would

who had smiled at him during the Great Smog of

help, he might not have succeeded given a hundred attempts,

lady didn’t look at him, the summoner. Instead “She” turned “Her” head and looked down at the secret

to shake. Ripples appeared

from the outside world. One was pressed towards the

They were pitch-black on the surface, flowing with sticky liquids. Some

Abomination Suah!

kill

consciousness was disturbed by

through pure instinct, and “She” looked up at the two arms that seemed

slightly. Not only did “He” fail to grab hold of Klein,

they struggled with all

three figures appeared in midair in the underground ruins. They were Emperor Roselle; the first Loen king, William Augustus; and