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.

use the ‘bug’ in all of this to directly enter…” As “He” smiled, “He” reached out “His” right hand and pressed it

before “He” entered the door like a stream

…

somewhere on

green eyes, Crestet Cesimir genuflected on the ground, stabbing a pure white bone sword, that wasn’t more than one meter long in length, in front of

covered with charred holes and cracks that went straight through his body. His teeth were protruding and sharp, like

to shift his

had partially invaded the

to fight. He wanted to be a Nightwatcher to the very end, but

silent darkness filled with

of the

out. “His” limbs were abnormally long, and “He” wore tattered silver armor. “His” face was covered by a helmet’s visor, only revealing a blob of

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

giant walked forward, step by step, the sword continued to be dragged across the darkness, causing

the darkness, an equally large figure

a black dress that was layered but not complicated. It was adorned with countless

grew

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

a slender bird with pale-white flames surrounding it. Within its bronze eyes, there were layers of light, forming

of “His” stride sped up,

sword against his surroundings which were a mixture of

trees that had lived in a primitive forest for more than a thousand years. They were densely packed, blocking out the

trees, a figure twined by deep green vines and adorned

also as huge as a mountain and had a voluptuous

giant and flitted towards the humanoid demonic wolf that was dragging a huge

…

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

his

Amon, who wore a monocle

him, scaring him into having the thought of returning to Sefirah Castle

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

blink of an eye, the Angel of Time cast “His” gaze towards the grayish-white Blasphemy Slate. “He” cast it towards the shadow hand that was saturating and

hand and adjusted

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