Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1212 Spreading Radiance

Just now, as Klein was thinking of a solution, an image naturally came to mind.

The clouds in the two mountains began to “boil” rapidly as they spread out to the left and right, revealing a crack whose bottom couldn’t be seen. The orange-red rays of the sunset filled it and formed a corporeal path.

This was a scene created when Blasphemer Amon entered the projection of the Giant King’s Court.

And just as he felt that he didn’t know enough about the corresponding powers and planned on switching to another method. The red, green, blue, and transparent gems on the Staff of the Stars had already begun to emit a faint glow as they automatically activated.

The solidified grayish-white fog was similarly “boiling,” but it wasn’t that intense.

They were churning backward as they parted, but the area right in front of him remained an endless grayish-white mass. There was no end to it.

Klein sighed in his heart. As he focused on controlling his thoughts, he made other attempts.

In the past three minutes, he had tried hard at least ten times. Seven times were of his own will, while three times were him venting out, but he was ultimately unable to open the invisible barrier.

…Indeed, normal methods don’t work… With a flick of his wrist, he allowed the historical projection of 0-62, which was close to its limit, to disappear from the real world.

He stared at the silent grayish-white fog and didn’t move for about a minute. It was as if he had turned into a statue.

Finally, Klein closed his eyes and looked away. Holding the lantern in his hand, he walked towards the nearby humans who were watching.

He didn’t plan on making blind attempts, because there was a high chance that he wouldn’t succeed. He planned on asking the people who had stood guard in the vicinity for two to three thousand years. It was obvious that these ancient survivors had explored the grayish-white fog. He wanted to see if he could find inspiration from their years of experience.

Based on Klein’s assumption, the humans would definitely react excessively towards him, so he had already prepared the corresponding powers to allow them to speak to him calmly. However, when he looked at the light of dusk on both sides of the lantern, he realized that the ugly or deformed humans were staring at him with their mouths agape. They looked confused and shocked, as if they had temporarily lost their ability to think.

Klein frowned slightly. In the darkness, he walked unhurriedly to the ancient survivors and stopped about two to three meters away.

“What do you know about this fog?” Klein asked in Jotun with a deep voice.

differences because of geography. There was only a slight difference in the accent, but it wasn’t much. If the original version was modified, there was a chance its effects

out of his daze. His lips quivered as he answered in an ambiguous tone, “We… We have never

like water and part to the sides. This scene had really frightened them, as though

to three thousand years of hard work from numerous generations of Moon City inhabitants were inferior to a person holding a staff with an attempt that didn’t

why they had given up

that, no matter how they avoided him, it

continued asking,

this moment, A’dal understood what Gehrman Sparrow meant. He hesitated for a

Priest and the others would frequently look

half top hat, Klein thought for a moment and suddenly reached out to pull out an item

cross covered in bronze, with several sharp

was the historical image of the ancient

in hand, Klein raised it a little higher and aimed it at the

light bloomed, dispersing the darkness around them and illuminating

attempt to defend themselves, but

something

recall the deities described by the ancient books and the High Priest. “They” were

pure light, a distorted, struggling illusionary black gas that seemed to have a life of its own began to boil from the bodies of A’dal, Xin, and company, quickly

bodies become more relaxed,

purging the cumulative corruption and ailments of their bodies, Klein shook his wrist

that, he grabbed

City of Silver’s Sealed Artifact, Life’s

was once owned

few steps forward and used the end of the cane to

to crack as pus flowed, faded, and disappeared. In the end, there wasn’t even a single scar

he had undergone a change. He hesitantly raised his right hand and

healthy state,

diagonally and used Life’s Cane to treat the rest of

others were on their guard and alert as they accepted contact with the cane, and they felt that they had

deformed beings who were easily emotional