Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1168

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.

Angels, be it “His” avatar or

the Evernight

might not be effective and had a very low

the Gods and obtaining some space to think on his own, he worked hard to find “resources” available to him that

matter of the former Chief of the

Ferryman of the Death pathway, but he ended up turning into a

such a phenomenon had been seen from the Numinous Sect’s Artificial

the City of Silver was very likely related to

those that could influence the Forsaken Land of the Gods, other than the True Creator, included

be considered the Evernight Goddess in some

suspected that the Goddess could use the Uniqueness of the Death pathway to exert a low level of influence to some

the demigod Elder, Waite Chirmont, and Shepherd Elder, Lovia. They were either Sequence 4 saints or

the escapade, it was Derrick Berg who was under The Fool’s watch. He wasn’t one of Amon’s

aware of the former City of Silver Chief’s abnormality involving the black illusory tubes. That was

Uniqueness of the Death pathway, causing the God of Combat to have an

knowledge in mind, Klein consciously performed certain tasks, despite not having much

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

and affect

Klein had no idea what the final outcome would be. He had mostly focused his attention on

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 been patiently waiting for an opportunity to use this

forces that filled the Forsaken Land of the Gods helped “Her”

end of the long, mottled table, the dark red figure that kept warping and scattering took the form of the scholarly Klein with his black hair and brown

Klein’s consciousness and Spirit Body had returned to

and Sefirah Castle, together with 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 saw Amon’s projection which

raised “His” head, making eye contact with Klein, who was seated at The Fool’s

the Sea God Scepter and raised

gray fog boiled as the entirety 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

of thunder echoed as the terrifying silver lightning tore

projection disintegrated, and Klein’s body

succeeded in

connection between Sefirah Castle

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