Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1168 My Anchors

In the blink of an eye, Amon saw the grayish-white fog and the ancient and majestic palace above.

“He” just needed to reach out “His” hand and pass through the final obstacle to truly touch Sefirah Castle and directly occupy the place and, in essence, take it away.

But at that moment, a gigantic bluish-black palm suddenly appeared above the Amon phantom, blocking “Him” from entering Sefirah Castle.

Amon’s projection subconsciously turned its head and looked in the direction of the palm. It saw the pus-covered, one-eyed giant who had long since died.

Bladel, who was known as the God of Glory, still didn’t show any signs of life in “His” exaggerated vertical eye. The curse of the grayish-yellow fog kept emanating from “His” body.

However, it was different from before. There were seemingly illusory black tubes behind “His” back. They extended all the way into the infinite distance, a mystery as to what they were connected to.

Boom!

The towering bluish-black giant instantly condensed a broadsword formed from the orange-red light of dusk. Holding it in one hand, “He” cleaved down at the side of the deep ravine where Amon’s body was.

This youngest son of the Giant King, the one who had died due to the curse, suddenly unleashed an unimaginable power after roaming aimlessly for thousands of years.

The “Twilight Sword” tore through the void and jumped out from the spot where the Angel of Time, Amon, was standing. It ripped through everything around it, turning into a storm that could destroy this desolate moor.

Amon didn’t move and remained standing there. No matter how the orange-red “sword” storm raged, it didn’t harm “Him” at all.

“He” seemed to have used some sort of “error” in this world again.

However, in this state, Amon was no longer able to transmit “His” ravings into Klein’s mind, allowing him to finally gain a sliver of peace.

Ignoring how he was about to lose control, he regained his clarity of mind using the clear and real surroundings and the layers of prayer. Then, he immediately resonated with the dark red “figure” sitting at The Fool’s seat above the gray fog, and he established a new connection.

He didn’t hesitate to return to Sefirah Castle!

And at this moment, Amon’s phantom, which was attempting to infiltrate above the gray fog, was obstructed by the bluish-black palm of the God of Glory, Bladel. “He” wasn’t able to instantly break through the titanic obstruction.

monocled King of Angels, be it “His” avatar or true body, opened “His” mouth and said a

coming from the Evernight

kept it as one of his trump cards. He only believed that it might not be effective and had a very low chance of success. It could only be used as a glimmer of hope at his most

obtaining some space to think on his own, he worked hard to find “resources” available to

of the former Chief

had attempted to switch to Sequence 3 Ferryman of the Death pathway, but he ended up turning into a

was related to illusory black tubes, and such a phenomenon had been seen from the Numinous

the City of Silver was very likely related to Artificial

influence the Forsaken Land of the Gods, other than the True Creator, included Artificial Death who had come to “life”

could be considered the Evernight Goddess in

Uniqueness of the Death pathway to exert a low level of influence to some degree on certain

were only three people involved in the matter regarding the former Chief of the City of Silver. One of them was the current Chief, Colin Iliad; the demigod Elder, Waite Chirmont, and Shepherd

who received feedback from the escapade, it was Derrick Berg who was under The

words, Amon wasn’t aware of the former City of Silver Chief’s abnormality involving the black illusory tubes. That was

God of Combat to have an intense reaction, there was no way for “Him” to know that this would bring about unforeseen developments to the Forsaken Land of the

consciously performed certain tasks, despite not having much

that believed in the phoenix, he didn’t take away the remaining Death pathway’s

the ability to stop him and affect

what the final outcome would be. He had mostly focused his attention on the fact

by Amon’s introduction. It took him only until now to realize that the Goddess had long gained some rudimentary control of this Giant King’s youngest son through the Death pathway’s Uniqueness. “She” had

of the Gods helped “Her” conceal the illusory black tubes very

situated at the end of the long, mottled table, the dark red figure that kept warping and scattering took the form of the scholarly Klein with

consciousness and Spirit Body had returned to Sefirah

the prayers of the Tarot Club members, to amplify the resonance effect. He then saw himself—glazed eyes, on the brink of losing control. He

monocled Amon raised “His” head, making eye contact with Klein, who was seated

for the Sea God Scepter and

boiled as the entirety of Sefirah

of terrifying power gathered over, transforming into a torrent of lightning. The blue gems that lit up at the same time sent an illuminating light that surged down like a torrent, drowning Amon’s avatars and his

as the terrifying

disintegrated, and Klein’s

finally succeeded

between Sefirah Castle