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…”

lost its corporeal feeling before “He” entered the door like a stream

…

on

Cesimir genuflected on the ground, stabbing a pure white

that went straight through his body.

his

partially invaded the

pull out his bone sword and stand up to fight. He wanted

world, in an endless and silent

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

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

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

terrifying giant walked forward, step by step, the sword continued to be dragged across the darkness, causing the ground to split apart as

large figure

It was adorned with

waist, two pairs of arms grew out.

“Her” six arms, two carried the huge black sickle that appeared heavy. Another two hands held a crimson “moon.” Out of the hands “She”

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

The speed of “His” stride sped up, gradually approaching that of a

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

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

deep green vines and adorned with various herbs

a mountain and had a voluptuous figure. “Her” dress fluttered as

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

…

to worry about any latent danger in this aspect, this was equivalent to culling many of his Worms of Spirit. He couldn’t help but let out a low

figure appeared in his eyes which

who wore a

him, scaring him into having

the angel powers from being

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

raised “His” right hand and adjusted “His” right eye’s

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