Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1285 Forget About Leaving, All of You

Although there weren’t many supplicants in the Storm cathedral in the evening, Klein chose to appear on a corridor that led to the garden so as to avoid conflict.

“How magical…” Pasha muttered to herself as she looked at the settling surroundings.

Roy suppressed his emotions and looked around.

“If that chief shepherd comes to the cathedral to tide over the curfew, he could be somewhere like this.”

“If one isn’t worried about accumulating the number of crimes they commit, an angel has too many ways to fool the average person,” Klein said casually. “I’ll send you to the other cathedrals later. Try to stay in places with glass windows and mirrors. Once you discover any outsiders that might be from Feysac, find an opportunity to draw a symbol…”

Before he could finish his sentence, his head suddenly turned as he looked at the door leading to the garden in the prayer hall.

A figure over 2.6 meters tall slowly walked out. He was wearing a long black robe with white edges, one completely filled with his bulging muscles.

This was an old, white-bearded man wearing a square hat. His eyes were pale blue, and he had few wrinkles. He had an aura of superciliousness.

The chief shepherd of the Church of the God of Combat, Larrion… Without needing to identify the figure, Klein’s spiritual intuition told him that the person opposite him was an angel, the reason for coming to the cathedral.

Larrion glanced at him and said in surprise, “It’s not Arianna…”

“He” immediately restrained “His” expression and said rather indifferently, “Appears to be ‘Her’ helper.

“You can tell ‘Her’ that I’ve reached an agreement with 0-02, which has come alive to a certain degree. I’ll give up sealing it in exchange for permission to leave. And y’all will stay here, enduring the changes in the rules and the increasingly stricter laws until y’all are completely dead…”

The chief shepherd didn’t seem to be worried that Klein would stop “Him” at all. This was because when “He” spoke, “His” body was rapidly aging. The surface of “His” skin quickly became covered in wrinkles, with aging spots appearing on it, dripping with a rotting liquid.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Larrion looked as though he was about to evaporate into thin air from his aging.

Then, “He” turned into a pool of rotten liquid that completely evaporated.

The impact of this scene sent shivers down Biles and company’s spines. They felt as if their minds were about to go haywire and that their emotions were about to collapse.

This was just like the countless tiny worms that had crawled out from the wound on Mr. Magician’s wrist when he reformed his hand. It was just as terrifying and harrowing!

A strange ability; it has something to do with Twilight? Klein didn’t have any intention of stopping Larrion. He only nodded in thought.

In the spirit world corresponding to Belltaine, Larrion’s figure appeared and returned to normal.

Right on the heels of that, as though “He” could control spirit world creatures, he passed through an invisible barrier and escaped the many restrictions of Belltaine City.

But just as Larrion was about to begin “tearing” through space, everything suddenly darkened and “He” saw a seamless patch of dark “cloth.”

It was like a wall that blocked Larrion’s path!

Seven Pure Lights were. However, “He” could only see an illusory “curtain”

a Demon Hunter had told “Him” that the barrier formed by the “curtain” was extremely strong and difficult

a strange comical feeling, making him unable to contain his rising

to “Him” finally finding the key to a secret chamber after countless hardships. Just when “He” had the chance to open the door and leave before others could, “He” was surprised to find that there was an additional

a sense of realism. It’s a projection from the Historical Void… It’s fraud! No, it’s outside of Belltaine City, out of the law’s jurisdiction… This historical projection should’ve existed here a long time ago. It can’t last more than two minutes, so it will dissipate on its own… Larrion quickly regained his composure, allowing his anchors

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the corridor of the Storm cathedral, Roy and company finally recovered. They turned their heads to look at Mr. Magician, who was in no way inferior

hesitated for a moment before saying fearfully, “‘He’… ‘He’ seems

to obtain any information about 0-02’s location. Relying on a carpet search would

like. Describing it as a book

only think of other solutions,” Klein replied with a smile. “Do

but he realized that the chief shepherd would rather wait in the spirit world for the “curtain” historical projection to disappear. And although he could enter the spirit world as well, he was unable

other solutions and made a few Worms of Spirit control his body. He spoke to the

relatively safe state.

Pasha shook her head.

of ‘contradiction’ to do something,

this can still buy us some

something that can be done,” Roy agreed, and added, “but our focus should be on finding 0-02. Perhaps

or how to create

Klein wore a smile as he listened silently.

aqueous light appeared on the surface of the magic mirror in his hand

what the new

ask me directly? Pasha was taken aback for a moment before she hurriedly nodded

quickly returned and presented a scene

two new

the various cathedrals will shut

hotels shall only accommodate guests who

Phil panicked.

do we

no idea how he, Roy, and Pasha

and Pasha exchanged looks as various thoughts surged through

had been maintaining his silence, smiled

house in

Street, but that apartment has already collapsed from the

and said, “You can make a wish to return your house to its original state. I’ll grant

that it would be much more difficult to restore a collapsed house to its original state. After all, Dr. Weber, the military doctor who Roy mentioned,

Klein smiled and

that moment, the supplicants in the cathedral were leaving

immediately said, “I wish that my house

right hand and snapped his fingers. “Your wish has come

While Roy and company were in a daze, Klein activated Teleport once again

front of him. Subconsciously, he reached out his right hand and

cupboard, gas stove, bunk bed, wooden table covered in oil, and the messy old newspapers strewn everywhere were