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.

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

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

…

on

a pure white bone sword, that wasn’t more

was covered with charred holes and cracks that went straight through his

his gaze from

partially invaded

Cesimir tried his best to pull out his bone sword and stand up to fight. He wanted to be a Nightwatcher to the very end, but his arm trembled violently as his

astral world, in an endless and silent

of the area to return to dusk. One by one, the

mountain-like figure walked out. “His” limbs were abnormally long, and “He” wore tattered silver armor. “His” face was covered by a helmet’s

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

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

darkness, an equally large figure

was adorned with countless resplendent lights, as though they were

two pairs of arms grew out. Their surfaces were covered in

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

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

a scene. The speed of “His” stride sped up, gradually

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

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

figure twined by deep green vines and adorned with various herbs

had a voluptuous figure. “Her” dress

the sunset giant and flitted towards the humanoid demonic wolf that

…

some of the corruption had left Klein’s body, making him no longer need 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 gasp as

that moment, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes which

of Time, Amon, who wore a monocle and a

having the thought of returning to

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

towards the grayish-white Blasphemy Slate. “He” cast it towards the shadow

raised “His” right hand and adjusted “His” right

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