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 true body, opened “His” mouth and said a name,

was help coming from the Evernight

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

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

the former Chief

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

and such a

Chief of the City of Silver was very likely

Land of the Gods, other than

Death could be considered

Goddess could use the Uniqueness of the Death pathway to exert a

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 Elder, Lovia. They were either Sequence 4 saints

was Derrick Berg who was under The Fool’s

City of Silver Chief’s abnormality

the Evernight Goddess had obtained the Uniqueness of the Death pathway, causing the God of Combat to have an intense reaction, there was no way for “Him”

performed certain tasks, despite not having much

away the remaining Death

was afraid that Amon would still have the ability to stop him and

final outcome would be. He had mostly focused his attention on the fact that Amon’s avatar had been replaced by “His” true

destination and saw the roaming angel’s corpse, he had just thought of something when he was distracted by Amon’s introduction. It took him only until now to realize that the Goddess had long gained

forces that filled the Forsaken Land of the Gods helped “Her” conceal the illusory black tubes

end of the long, mottled table, the dark red figure that kept warping and

just a thought, Klein’s consciousness and Spirit Body

connection between his body 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 had circled around the

eye contact with Klein, who was seated at

for the Sea God Scepter and raised

fog boiled as the entirety of Sefirah Castle

gathered over, transforming into a torrent of lightning. The blue gems that lit up at the same time sent an

echoed as the terrifying silver

projection disintegrated, and Klein’s

succeeded in

this attack, Klein, who was high above the gray fog, immediately cut off the connection between

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