Lord of the Mysteries

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In the face of the angel’s embrace, Colin Iliad wasn’t astonished. He accepted everything with a calm expression, as though he was already prepared.

The ritual began. He took a step forward, picked up the Silver Knight potion, and poured it into his mouth.

Without a sound, this Demon Hunter’s body swelled up, turning into a grayish-blue giant with bluish-black veins covering him. He stood several meters tall, with black cracks on his forehead.

Every inch of this giant contained the indescribable power of mystery and terror. Apart from his head which still retained the appearance of a human, the rest of his body was akin to a Mythical Creature that exerted a strange mental influence.

In the next second, the skull underlying Colin Iliad’s head seemed to soften as it sank inwards. With the black crack as its core, his head slowly squirmed, as though it was forming a nebulous vortex.

Such pain made the City of Silver’s Chief, who had killed many powerful creatures, unable to restrain himself. He let out a series of howling cries that could make the minds of ordinary creatures split apart.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Colin Iliad had already evacuated the members of the spire in advance, leaving behind only the demigod-level Waite Chirmont to watch over him and prevent any accidents from happening, many Beyonders would’ve definitely lost control.

The remains of the six powerful living creatures that were situated in different spots floated up under the invisible power of the ritual, circling the mutated Colin Iliad, using some sort of mysterious connection to awaken some of the memories of this peerless Demon Hunter.

It was the experience of hunting “demons.” It was him painfully ending the former Chief’s attack with his own hands. It was his life of defeating powerful monsters again and again.

These manifestations appeared like painting on an altar. Sometimes, they would be integrated into Colin Iliad, and sometimes they would be extracted from him, helping him define himself. He maintained a certain level of clarity during the extreme pain and changes.

Only at this moment did Colin Iliad finally understand the essence of the ritual.

As a Sequence 4 Demon Hunter, the hunting of every powerful creature was a battle of intense mental catharsis. It left a deep impression in his life.

With these powerful mental imprints, he was able to locate himself after consuming the potion, and not be lost in pain and madness.

This made Colin Iliad recall a term recorded in some of the books in the City of Silver: “Anchor”!

At Sequence 3, he was considered a deity in a certain sense. He could respond to prayers within a certain range, so an anchor was required.

As this wasn’t the level of an angel, an anchor didn’t necessarily need to be a believer. It could be replaced by other things, such as the clear marks in one’s life that had meaning in mysticism.

In the memories that had been awakened, Colin Iliad slowly regained his self-awareness. He felt his body again and grasped its changes.

Right on the heels of that, a layer of wings formed from illusory light extended out from behind him. They fused with the surrounding “paintings” as they constantly shrank inwards. The surface of Colin Iliad’s body collapsed into a silver armor that was firm and beautiful, but it didn’t possess any weight to it.

the leader of the King Court’s Chasers, Light Culler Murskogan, had received blessings from the Giant King. Therefore, the various aspects of the Silver

condense a Silver Rapier that could teleport. While in combat, it would appear at random during an attack, with beneficial

a certain uniqueness when

form, Colin Iliad had completed his advancement. Apart from not having a single vertical eye on his head, he was equivalent to

he raised his right hand and waved it

out of

…

completed the bestowment ritual and

creating abnormalities and drawing away most of the attention, Klein suddenly reached out while in the ancient palace above the gray fog. He

did a divination in advance, confirming that there weren’t any signs of Amon’s parasites around Little Sun. Without any hesitation, he opened the revolver’s cylinder

Pa!

a shake of his right hand, he closed the cylinder and used the mysticism connection to

Bang!

the trigger

taking advantage of this Beyonder

surged out like a tidal wave, wrapping around the bullet, passing through the

Klein used Death Knell’s historical projection to simulate the feeling of a sudden descent. He “leaped”

pointed hats raised “Their” heads and looked at the lightning that streaked across the sky. “They” looked

after a moment of silence, “They”

seem like someone who can come up

“Pallez?

organization codenamed the Tarot

…

household in the City of

Derrick suddenly turned dark, as if the candles in the room had been

of the City of Silver, this wasn’t a good thing. Derrick’s eyes immediately lit up with

light burst out from the deep darkness

out from it and suspended itself in midair. It didn’t spread apart but instead merged

seconds, these “light fragments”

ball stretched out and

half top hat and a black coat while holding a black iron-black revolver. It was none other than

the help of his old

the visitor through his special temperament. After being stunned for a moment, he instinctively revealed

“Mr. World?”

looked at Little Sun, who seemed to have grown taller. He subconsciously reached

said, “I will be in the Forsaken Land of the Gods during this