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.

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

of light and into the depths of the fog of history,

Smog flew behind him. However, the dangerous premonition in his heart didn’t

thick shadow getting

by the transparent

could, constantly chanting the honorific name 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 could save

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

would he

Year War flashed past one by one. Klein realized that his body was being increasingly covered by shadows, and his consciousness was gradually slowing down. He had a feeling that he was having his Spirit

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

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

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

regained

blurred. He went from the Fifth Epoch to

seconds, then it continued surging towards him as if nothing had happened,

expending his 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

history where Giant King

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

fog of history, he could only

fog of history and return to the real

Klein exhaled and pulled out another paper

he failed to see the Snake of Fate, Will Auceptin,

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,

he didn’t hesitate to leave the fog of

Threads” floated into the air and

opposite him, another figure appeared at the

was the barefoot,

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

Klein, and instantly, he vanished under Zaratul’s

with many ancient buildings erected. There was a huge and holy crimson moon

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

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

Boom!

the transparent tentacle that attempted to reach out to where Klein had disappeared suddenly retreated,

be bothered to borrow strength from his past self. He first summoned a paper

had with him had been destroyed when he became a “bookmark.” It was unknown where he had lost his marionettes, Qonas and Enuni. Of course, they might’ve evaporated under the illumination of