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.

Sea is beginning to fade. I can use the ‘bug’ in all of this to directly enter…” As “He”

before “He” entered the door like a stream of

…

on the

short blond hair and dark green eyes, Crestet Cesimir genuflected on the ground, stabbing a pure white bone sword, that wasn’t more than

went straight through his body. His

high-ranking deacon, whose consciousness was beginning to blur, struggled to shift his gaze from

partially

wanted to be a Nightwatcher to the very end,

silent

orange beams of light shone into the kingdom, causing a portion of the area to return to

“His” limbs were abnormally long, and “He” wore tattered silver armor.

the tip to naturally hang down, touching the dark

continued to be

large figure pulled out

was layered but not complicated. It was adorned with countless resplendent lights, as though they

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

sickle that appeared heavy. Another two hands held a crimson “moon.” Out of the hands “She” had

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

surprised by such a scene. The speed of “His” stride sped up,

his surroundings which were a mixture of darkness and dusk, producing glimmers of the pure

this moment, the moon flowers and night vanilla to the side suddenly grew in size, growing wildly. Soon, they resembled trees that had lived in a primitive forest for more

by deep green vines

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

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 of his writhing face. They had mysterious patterns on them, and his mind was like a lake that had a boulder

familiar figure appeared in his eyes

the Angel of Time, Amon, who

him into having the

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

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

hand and adjusted

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