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.

the best choice for dealing with a Seer demigod of

light and into the

Backlund suffering an air raid, and the tragic Great Smog flew behind

thick shadow getting

was a tidal wave formed by the transparent

his mind, hoping to be saved. This was the only thing he could do,

of Amon’s honorific name, he would definitely attempt

by messing things up would

engine, the Battle of the Violated Oath, the White Rose War, and the Twenty Year War flashed past one by one. Klein realized

ran out of the grayish-white

in pitch-black short fur, their eye sockets burning with dark red flames as the corners of their lips extended to the

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

immediately regained his

red as he continued “running” with his vision blurred. He went from the

the tidal wave behind him paused for a few seconds, then it

spirituality. He used all his might to “run” with the light spots that he had lit in the fog of history. He ran from the Third Epoch to the Second Epoch until he arrived at a lonely fragment of light. Around him was a withered forest and

the period of history where Giant King Aurmir buried his

didn’t seem to understand this history well enough. It stopped at some unknown era and didn’t

that moment, Klein’s spirituality was almost exhausted. And in the fog of history, he could only borrow power from the current Void. But clearly, there was no past

but to leave the fog of history and return to the real world.

Klein exhaled and pulled out another paper crane. He snapped

for a few seconds, he failed to

thoughts flashed, he could only repeat in Jotun, “The Evernight Goddess who stands higher than the cosmos

a few seconds, he suddenly had an idea. Hence, he didn’t hesitate to leave the

“Spirit Body Threads” floated into the

another figure appeared at the

the barefoot, linen-robed ascetic

abilities, the angel-level historical projection he had summoned must’ve disappeared. Therefore, the person

Evernight cloister’s matron glanced at Klein, and instantly, he vanished

was a monastery with many ancient buildings erected.

cooperation, Klein immediately used “Traveling” to appear

to directly leave. And having held Zaratul

Boom!

reach out to where Klein had disappeared suddenly retreated, disappearing along

his past self. He first

he had lost his marionettes, Qonas and Enuni. Of course, they might’ve evaporated