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

and into the depths of the fog

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

even “saw” a thick shadow getting

by

his mind, hoping to be saved. This was the only thing he could do, and “She” was the only existence that could save him

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

would he have a chance

flashed past one by one. Klein realized that his body was being increasingly covered

of Fulgrim ran out of the

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

Sefirah Castle Keepers, ran

regained his

continued “running” with his vision blurred. He went from the Fifth Epoch to the Fourth Epoch,

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

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

history where Giant King Aurmir buried

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

spirituality was almost exhausted. And in the fog of history, he could only borrow power from the current Void. But clearly, there

fog of history and return to the real world.

out another paper crane. He snapped his

he failed to see the Snake

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 Empress of Misfortune

he didn’t hesitate

“Spirit Body Threads” floated into the air and was grabbed by a slippery,

him, another figure appeared at the same

was the barefoot, linen-robed ascetic

summoned must’ve

at Klein, and instantly, he vanished under Zaratul’s

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

used “Traveling” to appear in the crimson moon,

reality, Klein had already distanced himself from Zaratul. Hence, he didn’t hesitate to use “Traveling” to directly leave. And having held Zaratul back for a short period of

Boom!

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

sea, Klein couldn’t be bothered to borrow strength from his past self. He first summoned a paper figurine from the Historical Void and

“bookmark.” It was unknown where he had