Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1200

Chapter 1200 Randomness

After a while, the space in the collapsed forest suddenly tore apart, revealing an illusory yet mysterious door.

The door opened silently, and a handsome man with black hair and golden eyes walked out. He was dressed in a well-ironed suit, looking mature and elegant.

Before he could examine the scene, he heard a loud boom. He could feel a violent storm blowing towards him, and he saw a middle-aged man with an imposing aura appear in front of him.

The middle-aged man had rather obvious large earlobes. His hair was dark blue and thick, and there seemed to be countless bolts of lightning hidden in his eyes.

He was the cardinal of the Church of the Lord of Storms, archbishop of the Backlund diocese, Deep Blue Officiant Randall Valentinus.

The clergyman in the black robe that was embroidered with storm symbols looked around and cast his gaze at the golden-eyed man. He asked in a thunderous voice, “Celt, what happened here?”

Celt, the golden-eyed man, shook his head.

“I just arrived too.”

Just as he said that, a mountain-like nearly transparent Spirit Body appeared in the void and placed a figure in midair.

The figure was dressed in a long black, red-patterned bishop robe. His eyes were deep and he didn’t have a beard. He was the person in charge of the Backlund diocese of the Church of Evernight, Anthony Stevenson.

After the gigantic Spirit Body completed its mission, it immediately shrunk and entered Saint Anthony’s mouth. At the same time, black long hair covered his face, and a translucent, drifting spirit appeared behind Anthony. It held onto his shoulder, preventing him from falling.

In the next second, a turbulent flow of air rushed over from the Backlund city and pushed a figure towards this area at high speeds.

Soon, the figure came to a stop. It was an old man dressed in a white priest robe and a clergyman’s cap. He had a kind and gentle face.

The air that was spewed out from the elder’s back vanished as the black tube that was shimmering with metallic light retreated back into his body.

This was the archbishop of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery’s Backlund diocese. He was a member of the Divine Council, Horamick Haydn.

stopped in midair and

intense, it’s definitely at the

polluted aura is simply…

down at the middle of

was a tarot card depicting an old man

The Hermit card!

instantly fell

…

palace, Klein was frowning as he looked at the Box of the Great Old Ones in

0 Sealed Artifact was sacrificed, the entire Sefirah Castle began to stir, as if it had been brought

like steam as it completely drowned out the Box of the Great Old Ones and wrapped around it

silver-black jewelry box that was embedded with gems seemed to become an insect in amber. There was no room for

I was injured… This is the first time

little afraid. He felt that he had

Grade 0 Sealed Artifact enter this place. And this time, because it didn’t involve a Uniqueness, and with how he had improved compared

In the future, I’ll have to tell Ma’am Hermit and the others that they can’t pick up anything and sacrifice it to me. I’m not a rag-and-bone man… After muttering a few words, he began inspecting the Box of

Magician was still inside the Sealed Artifact, so he planned on figuring out the situation of the Box of the

is rather limited. I’ll still have to do it myself… From the looks of it, as long as I don’t attempt to divine what the third level is or attempt to seek out the source of the power, the danger is acceptable or even

a pen

period of time, he finally opened his eyes and muttered silently, The first level can allow the interior space to switch locations with the target’s area and miniaturize the

within 24 hours. Otherwise, they will be

small that it’s almost devoid of any living creatures—swapping it

its limit with a city the size of Backlund… Why did I

of places. It allows the wielder and the living beings

the chosen location will change, and the destination of the final destination will be unpredictable…

by good luck. Or perhaps, good luck cannot

power to directly transfer the City of Silver out of the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Sigh, if I can,

the risk to pry into its secrets. No, this should be called courting

or mutate. If there are no holders, the living beings in the surrounding areas will encounter terrifying matters one after another depending on their distance from it and their sizes. The maximum range is the

seems to have something to

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