Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1150 Mad Dash

Although there was no concept of temperature in the Hall of Truth, Klein still felt a chill down his spine when he heard that. He felt a wave of heat, and he wanted to defend himself, but when he opened his mouth, he didn’t know what to say.

For a few silent seconds, his figure was reflected in Adam’s limpid eyes before he said with some difficulty, “I accept it…

“But I will try my best to minimize the damage caused by the war in the future, so long as I’m still alive.”

He paused and asked in a deep voice, “Is this the price you exacted for the bestowment?

“Back when a certain ascetic here mentioned your true name, you had already noticed this book and secretly made arrangements?”

Adam, who was dressed in simple white robes, didn’t respond. He walked towards the mural on his left and stopped in front of one of the murals. He looked up slightly and quietly admired it.

On the mural, a book consisting of goatskin flew up into the clouds and landed in a gigantic claw.

After watching for a while, Adam said with a warm voice, “You may leave.”

He immediately felt that he had been rejected by the Hall of Truth, the sea of collective subconscious of the City of Miracles, and the book world. He involuntarily floated up and flew out of the area.

During this process, he saw Adam return to the front of the black pews. Holding the silver cross pendant, he closed his eyes and prayed sincerely to the huge and blurry figure.

Outside the sea of collective subconscious, an illusory door silently appeared. It stood in midair and was connected to the outside world.

The book world also began to ostracize him, “squeezing” him out of the huge door.

Suddenly, Klein returned to the real world and returned to the grayish-white fog. He was in the state he was in prior to entering the Historical Void.

Unlike before, he hadn’t been locked down by the whirlpool formed by countless transparent maggots. As for the slippery tentacles that were almost invisible, they wrapped around Groselle’s Travels slightly and disappeared into thin air.

Without having time to lament over the loss, Klein’s thoughts raced, and he made a choice almost purely on instinct.

He leaped into the grayish-white fog in another direction and hid in a shattered spot of light. This was the so-called Historical Void.

Klein regretted it the next second because Zaratul’s slippery and terrifying tentacles had extended out from the grayish-white fog. The countless translucent maggots were no longer formed a spinning whirlpool as they disintegrated into a tidal wave that surged towards him.

Zaratul could actually fight in the Historical Void!

This was the suppression effect that high-level members of the same pathway had against lower-level ones.

Seer pathway was always the best choice for dealing with a Seer demigod of a lower

any hesitation, he “ran” through the spots of light and into

an air raid, and the tragic Great Smog flew behind him. However, the dangerous premonition in his heart didn’t weaken at

a thick shadow getting closer and

a tidal wave formed by the transparent maggots and

of the Evernight Goddess in Jotun in his mind, hoping to be saved. This was the only thing he could do, and “She” was the only existence that

knew of Amon’s honorific name, he would definitely attempt to provoke

messing things up would he

the Battle of the Violated Oath, the White Rose War, and the Twenty Year War flashed past one by one. Klein realized that his body was being increasingly covered by shadows, and his consciousness was gradually

of Fulgrim ran out of the grayish-white fog’s various spots

dark red flames as the corners of

group of monsters-like creatures, the Sefirah Castle Keepers, ran past Klein and rushed behind

regained

eyes slightly red as he continued “running” with his vision blurred. He went from the Fifth Epoch to the Fourth

shadow that resembled the tidal wave behind him paused for a few seconds, then it continued surging towards him as if nothing had happened, drowning out the Historical

his might to “run” with the light spots that he had lit in the fog of history. He ran from the Third Epoch to

period of history where Giant King Aurmir buried his

the “tidal wave” that was formed by Zaratul, it didn’t seem to understand this history well enough. It stopped at some unknown

that moment, Klein’s spirituality was almost exhausted. And in the fog of history, he could only borrow power from the current Void.

spirituality was exhausted, he would have no choice but to leave the fog of history and return to the real world. When that

Klein exhaled and pulled out another paper crane. He snapped his fingers

seconds, he failed to see the Snake of

hasn’t Amon appeared yet… As his thoughts flashed, he could only repeat in Jotun, “The Evernight Goddess who stands higher than the cosmos and more eternal than eternity. You are also the Lady of Crimson, the Mother of Concealment, the

Hence, he

“Spirit Body Threads” floated into the air and was grabbed

him, another figure

was the barefoot, linen-robed ascetic leader,

he had summoned must’ve disappeared. Therefore, the

glanced at Klein, and instantly,

to Arianna. It was night time, and it was a monastery with many ancient buildings erected. There was a huge and holy crimson moon hanging high in

gained from their past cooperation, Klein immediately used “Traveling” to appear in the crimson moon, leaving this concealed

Zaratul. Hence, he didn’t hesitate to use “Traveling” to directly leave. And having held Zaratul back for a short

Boom!

thunderclap boomed as the transparent tentacle that attempted to reach out to where Klein had disappeared suddenly retreated, disappearing along with the

from his past self. He first summoned a paper figurine from the Historical Void and shook his

had been destroyed when he became a “bookmark.” It was unknown where he had lost his marionettes,