Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1260 Omniscience

Without needing anyone to make the introductions, the four demigods present clearly understood a reality:

The giant-like man who was sleeping on the iron-black throne was the left hand of God, the deputy of Heaven, Dark Angel Sasrir!

Amongst them, Lovia could clearly sense the oppression coming from this absolute high-level existence. It was like the response when praying to the True Creator. It was an aura that could cause her thoughts to scramble, her soul to degenerate, and her body to tremble.

Suddenly, she heard a burst of laughter. She turned her head to the side in a daze.

Klein bent his back slightly and laughed.

“‘He’ is still sleeping. Should we directly wake ‘Him,’ or wait for ‘Him’ to wake up?

“If we choose to wake ‘Him,’ how should we greet ‘Him’? Hey, Your Highness Dark Angel? Rose Redemption Leader?”

These two questions sounded ridiculous and arrogant, but they had managed to shake off the influence of the environment and made Colin Iliad fall into deep thought.

Just now, they had instinctively considered the first question. It was rather important, and it concerned their subsequent actions.

Colin Iliad thought for a moment before saying, “Let’s not wake ‘Him’ up for the time being. Try approaching ‘Him’ and search for clues and information.”

“That’s my thoughts as well.” With his left hand, Klein casually snapped his fingers and walked towards the black throne.

At this moment, he felt fortunate that he had already taken care of Shadow and restored his spirit to its complete state. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to completely restrict his Virtual Persona. When he was imagining how to do the greeting, he almost blurted out “Hi, Sassy.”

Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow had taken two steps forward, Lovia finally snapped out of her daze.

“I’ll give it a try using a Grazed soul.”

This was a relatively safer method which wouldn’t harm the expedition team.

Klein nodded. With his black staff in hand, he turned to his side with a beaming smile.

A three to four-meter-tall phantom image appeared in front of Lovia. A pair of goat horns lined with mysterious patterns sat atop its head. Its skin was back and matte, exuding a sinister fullness. It was a Devil.

It was different from the Devils that he had seen before. Its body was covered with signs of decay, with yellow-green pus hanging off it, as though it was mixed with the power of “Degeneration.”

As Klein casually sized up the phantom image, the Devil spread its huge bat-like wings, causing the light blue flames on it to burn even more vigorously, dissipating the strong smell of sulfur.

step forward, slowly approaching the iron-black throne and the staircase meant for giants.

They discovered that behind the iron-black throne that Sasrir was sleeping on, there was a pair of dim, grayish-blue

might be the “door” that leads to the outside world… This thought flashed across the minds of the three City of Silver demigods—Colin Iliad, Derrick, and

this moment, the Devil, who had traveled midway, suddenly paused. It was enveloped by a cluster of

smote out of thin air, completely purifying the soul that

any pain from losing her Grazed target. She only frowned slightly and couldn’t think of a better way to probe

said with an

expected, I’m the man

of matches from his pocket, he lit them one by one and

throwing half a box of

wasn’t convinced by

that, under the illumination of the scarlet flames, Klein continued walking towards the iron-black throne

Devil’s soul was

to its human-skinned form. An exaggerated crack opened in his palm. Inside were

Artifact was attempting to gnaw at Klein’s flesh in a bid to

Creeping Hunger had degenerated!

he glanced at the Staff of the Stars in his right hand. He confirmed that the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact which didn’t have any living characteristics had yet

then raised his right hand and stuffed the other end of the

a few times before it finally calmed down when sensing the suppression effect of

Klein took another few

suddenly appeared in the shadows that covered the walls, pillars, and tiles, as one brass eye after another grew

front of the

cold-looking Gehrman Sparrow. Following that, he warped into the black-haired, brown-eyed, scholarly-looking Klein Moretti with

this moment, these figures that seemed to expose all of

Boom!

transforming into countless illusory fragments that fell to the ground

raised his brows and tsked with a

power of the Reader

the brass-colored eyes, which grew out from the surrounding shadows and the ground, trembled. They emitted an ethereal voice that

of

Colin Iliad seemed to recall something

response or approach Sasrir with a sefirah? That’s why, despite The Hanged Man clearly having Lovia, a demigod believer from the City of Silver, “He” still forced me

what to say, the brass eyes hidden in the shadows

intersected Amanises, Leodero, Adam, Amon, Herabergen, Aucuses, Medici, Ouroboros, as

the eight Kings of Angels. Furthermore, there was no lack of Sequence

with the sleeping Dark Angel before him, Mr. World and the eight Kings of Angels had already crossed paths. How impressive… Derrick marveled from