Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1160 Improving

City of Silver, at the top of the spire.

After waiting for a long time, Derrick still didn’t receive a response from Mr. Fool.

This made him panic a little. He didn’t understand what this meant, nor did he know how to deal with it.

Mr. Fool is in a state where he can’t respond to his prayers? Yes, “He” informed us two days ago that the gathering next week would be canceled. This should be a sign… Having recalled what happened previously, Derrick barely managed to calm his anxiety and nervousness.

He couldn’t be blamed for having such a huge reaction, because the City of Silver’s textbooks recorded similar situations:

The Creator who normally responded to “His” believers suddenly stopped responding and forsook this land!

After a few seconds of silence, Derrick stood up and returned to the room where the Chief was. He said to Colin Iliad, “We have to wait a few more days.”

“Wait?” Demon Hunter Colin repeated the keyword as he frowned slightly.

From his point of view, this was an unusual matter, seemingly symbolizing a bad development.

Derrick resisted his instinctive reaction of scratching the back of his head, and he nodded with some difficulty.

“Yes.”

The grizzled Colin Iliad stared at him for a few seconds before nodding slowly.

“Alright, head back first.”

Backlund East Borough, inside a two-bedroom rental apartment.

Fors, who was wrapped in thick clothes, paced around the warm stove, her face full of doubt.

Finally, she turned her head and looked at Xio.

“Why hasn’t Mr. World replied?”

“Perhaps he’s preoccupied with something,” Xio explained the reason she had long considered. “Perhaps it’s because it’s not convenient for Mr. Fool to pass on your prayers. ‘He’ has temporarily paused the gathering.”

Fors nodded thoughtfully and said, “Mr. Fool informed us that the gathering will be temporarily paused next week. It was only decided in the middle of the week. Is this related to George III?”

all this time, Xio acknowledged and

Land of the

robe, Amon

dark red weeds grew

residents of this city weren’t truly dead. There were still a few survivors left. He had no idea what method they had used to transform into monsters of the deep darkness. They were hiding from the faint yellow light, surrounding a cathedral in a place

Threads had a certain abnormality. Some were grayish-white, some were distorted, and some were sticky. They were completely different

that they couldn’t see hope on a daily

experiencing various instances of hope surfacing, only to be met with despair time

the light and walked all the

followed behind and saw a door

using certain abilities of the Apprentice pathway to hide a portion of the area. They have to use a

Sorcerer’s powers? With some realization, Klein nodded, indicating that he knew what was going

said, “Behind this door is the ‘dark’ side of this city. I can use it to connect to a similar region far away. We can

of loopholes… Klein watched as Amon stretched out “His” left hand and pressed down on the door formed from

to ripple as it rapidly spread

depths of the darkness

thirty seconds ago, Klein had already completed the process of obtaining initial control over it and deepened his influence.

and the marionette reached out their hands at the same time.

shape of a full moon, and was embedded with scarlet gemstones, the Scarlet Lunar Corona. In his marionette’s hand was an ancient,

time, they opened their mouths and made a “bang” sound. They used Air Cannons to

for help. This also meant that Mr.

the controller of all “doors.” He was one of the existences who was most unwilling to see Amon become an “Error” or

really hurt Amon. He only hoped that he could use this opportunity to interfere

course, if Mr. Door could cause any abnormal changes to the door, magnifying or distorting the loopholes created by Amon; thus, affecting the King of Angels of the Marauder pathway and teleporting

his previous attempts, Klein realized his greatest disadvantage. It wasn’t that he was one Sequence short and had a qualitative gap in power level. Instead, he had

a veteran Magician, unprepared performances were often

Snake of Fate Will Auceptin’s historical projections. Against a Sequence 2, even if there was

that moment, the Scarlet Lunar Corona and ancient-looking Master Key whistled through

devoured the two items. It was dyed crimson as

of the vortex was invisible, like

turn around, “He” made a slight pause as if “He” had heard an old friend’s

as though it

gaze directed at Klein, the latter instantly lost

the control of Spirit Body Threads, the summoning of Historical Void projections, Paper Figurine Substitutes, Flame Controlling,

powers for a marionette didn’t affect Klein’s subsequent

allowed Klein