Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1155 Walking in the Dark

Backlund, East Borough.

Fors, who had just returned from the land of ice and snow, was wrapped in thick layers of clothing. She looked at the burning charcoal stove in front of her as if she had fallen into a terrible environment again. She couldn’t help but shiver a few times.

“George III is already dead. The things that happened before will definitely come to an end. Perhaps we can move out of this place and head to North Borough or Hillston Borough.

“The houses there have fireplaces!”

Xio sat on a chair opposite her and similarly stared at the warm furnace. She replied with a slightly confused expression, “Let’s wait another week or two.

“To be honest, I still can’t believe that George III was killed so easily… I didn’t have time to do anything.”

This bounty hunter, who had become a Judge, sounded disappointed, confused, and puzzled. It felt as though she had lost her motivation in life.

Fors temporarily forgot about the damage caused by the cold as she consoled her, “I don’t think that this was done by Gehrman Sparrow. It was done by those people who used Shermane. They were the only ones investigating the secret motives of George III. Your actions have contributed to his death to a certain degree. It’s as if you had exacted your revenge in an indirect manner.

“Eh… There shouldn’t be any more surveillance or suppressive measures placed against your family. You can try to start a new life. If you have the chance, you might be able to use proper channels to make an appeal for your father.”

Upon hearing the last few sentences, Xio raised her head.

“Yes, the situation is getting more and more chaotic now. I’m worried that they’ll be affected by the war.

“Fors, do you think it’s safer to be in Backlund, or in an ordinary city that isn’t near the borders?”

Fors thought for a few seconds and shook her head calmly.

“I don’t know.”

She added, “I plan to ask Mr. World. He must have a better grasp of the overall situation. Do you still remember? He warned us beforehand that something would happen around George III, and to avoid approaching him.”

In addition, Fors also wanted to ask where the next stop of her “travels” would be so that she could make preparations early.

“Yes!” Xio nodded instinctively.

her knees, and she drank the coffee she had left. Then, she slowly got up and entered

…

Land of the Gods,

Amon to the foot of the mountain. In the frozen dusk, they

a hurry to do so. This was because he knew very well that Amon had the strength and level of at least a Sequence 2. “He” was an angel in the truest sense of the word, an entity he couldn’t fight head-on. Besides, a Marauder was known as an “Error,” a loophole, a

can’t believe anything Amon says. “He” has already retrieved the Worm of Time and removed my parasitized state. At least, in terms of my condition, “He” isn’t lying, but this might not be the whole truth. I can’t rule out the possibility that “He”

Giant King’s Court

a sudden terrifying monster attack… With a thought, Klein pretended not to know anything as he continued proceeding forward. He went from the orange dusk

robe and pointed hat, accompanied with a

of some unknown oil emitted a faint yellow light and a slightly

it.” Amon threw the lantern at

the lantern and fell

probed,

had summoned

it from the

He didn’t ask further as he

light was like an invisible defensive barrier as it quickly spread

in the sky kept flashing. The gap between them was rather long, and there was

from Little Sun, this was nighttime in

qualitative change. Together with Creeping Hunger, he adjusted his eye structure to adapt to this special

the darkness, there were many eyes staring at him, with creatures of indescribable shapes hidden. However, every time the lightning lit up and shone brightly, there

Creeping Hunger while not feeding it. From his point of view, there were only two outcomes. One was that Creeping Hunger attempted to devour him, but had its thoughts stolen away by Amon. The second was that Creeping Hunger successfully devoured him, the wearer, allowing him to be resurrected; thus, escaping from his current predicament. The latter was something he was

the City of Silver’s Afternoon Town camp that was built using an

pillars, the bonfire quietly burned and illuminated

either patrolling or watching the area under the light’s illumination to prevent

Paladin who was nearly 2.3 meters tall. He was standing at the top of a stronghold and looking into the

he saw a faint yellow flame coming from afar in

This Dawn Paladin’s pupils dilated as his

had been forsaken by God. No one else would use fire in the darkness to create light. Even monsters who were good at controlling flames would be hidden in a dark environment before they attacked. As for the other humans, all the cities that the City of Silver had discovered to date had already been destroyed and turned to ruins. There were no survivors. The only outsider they had seen to date was the strange little

moment, a flame appeared in the depths of the darkness, one

standing in the stronghold couldn’t think of anything at that moment. He could only feel

the Dawn Knight saw two silhouettes

what looked like a lantern, they slowly left the