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.

King of Angels, be it “His” avatar or true body, opened “His” mouth

from the Evernight Goddess, but

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

Land of the Gods and obtaining some space to think on his own, he worked hard to find “resources” available to him that could be used. Then, he

Chief of

Death pathway, but he ended up turning into a monster inside the mausoleum

was related to illusory black tubes, and such a phenomenon had

Chief of the City

for some unknown reason, those that could influence the Forsaken Land of the Gods, other than

Death could be considered the Evernight Goddess

Klein suspected that the Goddess could use the Uniqueness of the Death pathway to exert

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 or an important believer of the True Creator. It was

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

of Silver Chief’s abnormality

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

knowledge in mind, Klein consciously performed certain tasks, despite

away the remaining Death pathway’s Beyonder

On the one hand, he was afraid that Amon would still have the ability to stop him and affect his other arrangements; while on the other hand, he tried to use the

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

distracted 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.

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

The Fool’s seat 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’s consciousness and Spirit Body had

body and Sefirah Castle, together with the prayers of the Tarot Club members, to amplify the resonance effect. He then saw

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

the Sea God Scepter and

as the entirety of

that lit up at the same time sent an illuminating light that surged down like a torrent, drowning

deep rumble of thunder echoed as the terrifying

and

finally succeeded in

high above the gray fog, immediately cut off the connection between Sefirah Castle and the real world, so as to prevent Amon’s true body from creating any