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.

this to directly enter…” As “He” smiled, “He” reached out

softened and lost its corporeal feeling before “He” entered the door like

…

somewhere on

genuflected on the ground, stabbing a pure white bone sword, that wasn’t

with charred holes and cracks that went straight through his

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

orange sunset had partially invaded

to fight. He wanted to be a Nightwatcher to the very

silent darkness filled with moon flowers

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

and “He” wore tattered silver armor. “His” face was covered by a helmet’s visor, only revealing

an exaggerated sword in “His” hand, causing the tip to naturally hang down, touching

by step, the sword continued to be dragged across the

the darkness, an equally large

dress that was layered but not complicated. It was adorned with countless resplendent lights,

two pairs of arms grew out. Their surfaces were covered in short deep-black

a crimson “moon.” Out of the hands “She” had left, one was empty, while the other held an ancient accessory forged from

a slender bird with pale-white flames surrounding it. Within its

of “His” stride sped up,

a mixture of darkness and dusk,

the side suddenly grew in size, growing wildly. Soon, they resembled trees that had

these trees, a figure twined by deep green vines

had a voluptuous figure. “Her” dress fluttered as “She” carried

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

…

this was equivalent to culling many of his Worms of Spirit. He couldn’t help but let out a low gasp as transparent and twisted maggots crawled out

familiar figure appeared in his

of Time, Amon, who wore a monocle

having the thought of returning to Sefirah Castle

have the ability to save him due to the angel powers from being in Sefirah Castle. After all,

Angel of Time cast “His” gaze towards the grayish-white Blasphemy Slate. “He” cast it towards the shadow hand that was saturating and growing stronger with the

right hand and adjusted

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