Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1250 Behind the Door

As he had the information from the City of Silver’s previous explorations, Klein knew which places were dangerous and how to avoid them. It didn’t take long for him to follow the small path, pass through the Waning Forest, Barren Tunnel, and use the ancient elevator to arrive at the residence of the guards.

After waiting for a while—until the “curtain” above the gray fog split into two, separating the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic—Klein reached out to pull his past self out.

He didn’t know if the other divine kingdoms would isolate the fog of history, but at least without the Giant King’s Court having its owner present, no one would be able to stop his attempts.

Unfortunately, this matter involves too many levels. I can’t obtain any results from divination; otherwise, I will feel more at ease… Klein shook his head and muttered to himself.

He was in no hurry to jump into the fog of history. He first took out two items and handed them to his projection.

One of them was a deep-black wooden box. It contained the ashes of Giant Guardian Groselle.

Klein had never forgotten his promise.

He had originally wanted to wait for Little Sun’s second exploration of the Giant King’s Court before handing him Groselle’s ashes and getting him to help do the burial. However, due to various matters, he ended up coming to the Forsaken Land of the Gods and entering the Giant King’s Court.

As for Snowman’s ashes, Klein planned on scattering it into the golden sea just as he was about to leave the Forsaken Land of the Gods—it was a sea churning with the divine blood of the ancient sun god.

After handing over the urn and the black iron key from Vice Admiral Iceberg, Klein followed his usual practice and leaped into the fog. He dashed to the fragment of light that represented a time before the First Epoch, and he allowed his consciousness to naturally shift to the projection he had summoned.

This projection didn’t hold the Staff of the Stars and only wore Creeping Hunger. This was because the palace that the Giant King lived in was still quite a distance away. There were many troll statues blocking him, so Klein couldn’t guarantee that he would reach his destination in five minutes.

Right on the heels of that, he made the glove on his left hand transparent as he disappeared from where he was.

In the next second, Klein appeared outside the guards’ residence with the huge black iron key. He hadn’t “Teleported” too far away.

Yes, in the Giant King’s Court, it’s clear that most of the powers within have weakened… Only a guard acknowledged by the divine kingdom can perform at relatively normal standards? Uh, Beyonder powers similar to “Teleportation” have also been suppressed. I can only do “Blink” within a relatively small area… From the looks of it, even if I were to summon the Staff of the Stars, I wouldn’t be able to appear outside the Giant King’s palace by outlining the corresponding scene in my mind… As expected of an ancient god’s divine kingdom… Klein seriously observed the influence his surroundings brought him.

After making a preliminary judgment, he turned and walked back to the guards’ residence. Opening the wooden box in his right hand, he solemnly scattered Groselle’s ashes in every corner.

According to the scene he saw in Groselle’s dream, this guards’ residence was where the giant lived for a long period of time. It was the “home” that he had the deepest impression and was most fond of.

It could be imagined that during that period of time in ancient times, Groselle and the other rational Giant Guardians from future generations would rest, rabble, gossip, talk about music, and think of fun games to play. They didn’t need to worry about food and ailments. They would live every day of their lives happily…

With the shaking of Klein’s hands, the ashes scattered on the wall, the ground, the bedside, the tables, chairs, and stone pillars.

The orange light outside the window shone forever, making everything look peaceful.

last speck of ashes was scattered, the dusk suddenly deepened. It dyed the scattered ashes orange, becoming a part

his eyes as though he could sense Groselle’s

who had been forced to leave his hometown for three thousand years

light of the dusk softened, making Klein

has been accepted by a number

to time, he would pull out the Unshadowed Crucifix. He passed through the hall where the fateful plot was made with relatively little difficulty, and he arrived at the residence of the Giant King. There, he saw a row

breath, he returned to the hall he had just exited. He reached out his hand and dragged out the marionette, Enuni, who hadn’t

he didn’t want to open the door

controlled Enuni to leave the hall and follow the railings formed from stone pillars

glow seemed to be corporeal as it covered the palace’s surface, bringing with it a strong

door

of the door, there was a pitch-black hole that was the size of an adult’s fist at

seconds before raising the black iron key that resembled a

fit perfectly without

black iron key entered the deep hole, Klein held his breath in the nearby grand hall, constantly preparing to remove his

a click, the black iron key in Enuni’s hand

if it had fused with the hole as it

labels, and patterns on the

manner, pressing down heavily into the inner chamber as it slowly opened the grayish-blue palace

the door widened when Enuni’s eyes

bells sounded

as he severed the connection with his

darkened. The left side of his head felt a sharp pain,

indistinguishable ravings that seemed to come from an era

instantly twisted, appearing extremely

rationality, but he had

sound, Klein landed in the guard residence of the Giant King’s

no doubt found a reason and excuse to arrange for the members of the Tarot Club to pray collectively to awaken Sefirah Castle’s ability to “summon” its master. This allowed him to skip taking four steps counterclockwise and reciting the incantation at critical moments

familiar roar, he felt himself be rejected by Sefirah Castle, as though it had accepted an order from someone

black shadow leap

wasn’t Amon, but a shadow that

influenced Sefirah Castle and

also blocked by the grayish-white fog

heels of that, he and the shadow fell back into the real world

returned to his body, Klein bent down

on his head

slowly straightened his body and