Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1265

Chapter 1265 Warrior

“Attack!”

Upon hearing the Chief’s words, Derrick froze for a moment before instinctively spreading his arms.

During this process, his vision blurred and he let out an extremely repressed voice from the depths of his throat.

A blob of light covered in holy flames descended out of thin air, devouring the figures of Dark Angel Sasrir and Colin Iliad.

Before the blast of light exploded, Derrick pulled back his arm, forming a bright white and pure “Unshadowed Spear” in his palm.

Amidst the crackling sounds, the long spear of light tore through the holy flames and accurately hit the evil spirit’s head.

Dazzling light burst out, completely covering the entire area. Even the crazed Klein couldn’t avoid it, as he was too close to it. He couldn’t help but close his eyes, his face contorted into a grimace. He felt as though his Worms of Spirit were evaporating one after another. The connection between the Blasphemy Slate and the True Creator’s power of corruption had been greatly purified before they could fully be established.

The sun seemed to rise in the sky. Dark Angel Sasrir’s indistinct figure appeared, twisting and distorting amidst the blinding white light and holy flames, melting away.

Then, the shadow that covered the walls, stone pillars, and tiles began to disintegrate, revealing inches of orange-red light.

The palace hidden in the residence of the Giant King finally failed to sustain its existence in the real world. It no longer blocked out the influence of the outside world.

This also meant that the special evil spirit that had lost contact with Chaos Sea had truly been cleansed.

Just as the shadow palace began to collapse without completely disintegrating, an invisible force finally pierced through the barrier, causing a minute amount of it to descend. This caused the corrupting nature gathered inside Klein’s body to increase in intensity!

They protruded out from his chest, turning into a black ball of flesh.

The flesh immediately broke free from Klein’s body, severing all invisible connections with him. It quickly squirmed and grew, turning into a gigantic shadow hand. It followed the illusory “light” between itself and the first Blasphemy Slate, and it grabbed the item.

At the same time, in the ruins of the battlefield of the gods’ dream world, in front of the projection of the Giant King’s residence.

Dressed in a pointed hat and a classic black robe, Amon sat on the tall, grayish-white railing, with “His” back facing the orange-red path that separated the clouds. “He” leisurely looked at the grayish-blue door covered with golden nails; it was a mystery as to how long “He” had been waiting there for.

Suddenly, “He” adjusted the monocle on “His” right eye and easily jumped down the railing, arriving at the door of the Giant King’s residence’s projection.

beginning to fade. I can use the ‘bug’ in all of this to directly enter…”

figure immediately softened and lost its corporeal feeling before “He”

…

on the

a pure white bone sword, that wasn’t

covered with charred holes and cracks that went straight through his body. His teeth

deacon, whose consciousness was beginning to blur, struggled to shift his gaze

orange sunset had partially invaded the

to pull out his bone sword and stand up to fight. He wanted to be a Nightwatcher to the very end, but his arm

in an endless and silent darkness filled

of light shone into the kingdom, causing a portion of the area to return to dusk. One

walked out. “His” limbs were abnormally long, and “He” wore tattered

the tip to

the sword continued to be dragged across the darkness, causing the ground to split apart

darkness, an equally large figure

black dress that was layered but not complicated. It was adorned

of arms grew out.

huge black sickle that appeared heavy. Another two hands held a crimson “moon.” Out of

pale-white flames surrounding it. Within its bronze eyes, there were layers of light, forming numerous

scene. The speed of

sword against his surroundings which were a mixture of

suddenly grew in size, growing wildly. Soon, they resembled trees that had lived in a primitive forest for more than

deep green vines and adorned with

and had a voluptuous

moment the figure descended, “She” followed the sunset giant and flitted towards the humanoid demonic wolf that was dragging a

…

of his Worms of Spirit. He couldn’t help but let out a low gasp as transparent and twisted maggots crawled out of his writhing face. They had mysterious patterns on them, and his mind was like a lake that had a boulder thrown into it. He was momentarily unable to calm

that moment, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes which

Angel of Time, Amon, who

him into having the

due to the angel

the Angel of Time cast “His” gaze towards the grayish-white Blasphemy Slate. “He” cast it towards the shadow hand that

raised “His” right hand and

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