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.

be it “His” avatar or true body, opened “His” mouth and said a

was help coming from the Evernight

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

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

of the former Chief of the

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

black tubes, and such a

words, the mutation of the former Chief of the City of Silver

Land of the Gods, other than the True Creator, included Artificial

Death could be considered the Evernight

to exert a low level of influence to some degree on certain things in

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

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

of the former City of Silver Chief’s

God of Combat to have an intense

Klein consciously performed certain tasks,

take away the remaining

summoning Zaratul’s historical projection, he didn’t seize the opportunity to commit suicide immediately. On the one hand, he was afraid that Amon would still have the ability to stop him and affect his

these two matters, Klein had no idea what the final outcome would be. He had

corpse, he had just thought of something when he was distracted by Amon’s introduction. It took him only until now to realize that

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

the long, mottled table, the dark red figure that

consciousness and

and Sefirah Castle, together with the prayers of the Tarot Club members, to amplify the resonance

making eye contact with Klein, who

Sea God Scepter

fog boiled as the

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

echoed as the terrifying silver lightning tore everything it enveloped

disintegrated, and

finally succeeded

high above the gray fog, immediately cut off the connection between

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