Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1306 Seal

The black figure froze as it released its grip on Bernadette’s neck. It was as though it was staring at Queen Mystic with its non-existent eyes.

A dry, hoarse voice echoed in the concealed space:

“Home…”

This voice was filled with hesitation and confusion as though it was seeking confirmation. It was as if it had come from another world.

The corrosion that Bernadette encountered vanished. Her connection with the Sealed Artifact was instantly restored.

Pale Death once again ate at her vitality little by little. This helped her resist the chaos in her thoughts, maintaining her basic clarity and rationality.

Just as she was about to say something, the black figure suddenly stretched out its palm.

But this time, it didn’t strangle Bernadette’s neck, but instead, it pushed her hard.

Following this push was the collapse of the concealed space. It was a voice filled with pain as though it was resisting something.

“Leave!”

As the voice echoed, the black figure vanished.

In an instant, it appeared on the huge, black, high-backed chair in the middle of the platform.

Two cracks appeared on its face, as though two asymmetrical eyes had grown out.

However, the “eyes” didn’t have any pupils. It was blood-colored.

Right on the heels of that, another crack appeared beneath the two “eyes.” They too were filled with a pure, blood-red light.

This allowed the black figure to finally open its mouth.

It faced Bernadette as obvious sounds of pain resounded around it as though it was resisting something.

“Leave this place!”

After being pushed out more than ten meters away, Bernadette easily found her footing. However, she didn’t follow the voice’s order by leaving the Black Emperor’s mausoleum. She stood there, staring blankly at the central platform. As she looked at the black figure, her expression revealed an unspeakable sadness.

She could sense and now confirm that the black figure was her father, the man who called himself Caesar—Roselle Gustav.

In the next second, more cracks appeared on the black figure’s body. They ruptured from top to bottom, blooming blood-red flowers in different parts of his body.

This made Roselle look like he was left with a shadow that wrapped around a blood-red object that emitted pure light.

When Klein saw this scene above the gray fog, he naturally thought of the crimson moon high in the sky.

shadow. He wanted to block the crimson moon, but

the black shadow would completely split

extremely terrifying

turned much more illusory, as though it had become an

look like he had been isolated in another world. There was an invisible barrier between

raised his right arm with great difficulty and pinched

which blood-red cracks appeared on his body instantly decreased to a nadir.

was as though it was just a simple change of order. The new “growth” of blood-red cracks was constantly being

with a hoarse voice, “You really have become an

me see how my little

eyes reddened as she took a step

Roselle laughed again.

games for you, you were just a tiny midget.

clothes I designed for you when you were young. Unfortunately, you can’t wear layered dresses after you’re an

his twilight years and was someone

and faster. Above the gray

lowered his head and said with

carried an

was stunned for a moment before she

and her eyes

raised his head again and coughed

to ask why the Black Emperor’s mausoleum has to be engraved with the order one implemented and the style that one ushered? In fact, this wasn’t necessary. I just wanted to let anyone who sees it

the armrest by his side tightly. He suppressed his voice and said in extreme pain, “Don’t come

“I’ve been corrupted…”

in Bernadette’s

guess had finally

the red cracks on Roselle’s face began to turn chaotic. They “closed” and “opened” randomly

and straightened his body. He looked at

Bernadette repeated the word silently. Her blue eyes quickly turned moist as a

little girl

for the reason, nor did she hesitate. With just a slight struggle, she

just like how she had faced all the major

the metal instantly turned soft as it reformed into

the eye, white lines appeared, forming an extremely complicated and mysterious three-dimensional symbol. It

corporeal. Then, it separated from Bernadette’s eyes and extended its “body” before flying towards

become increasingly dim. The floor tiles and stone walls suffered another round of weathering as

rubble and flying dust followed the corporeal symbol and came to Roselle’s side. Then, they coiled around him, enveloping the illusory black figure that seemed to exist in another

failed to control himself several times. He attempted to leave the iron-black chair, but he ended sitting back

the symbol fused with his figure, he immediately had a connection with Pale Death. He saw the illusory deity that lorded over the countless undead and the swollen body

immediately vanished as the cracked red openings closed one after

was a quiet and

it was sealed within Roselle’s body, constantly influencing him until Pale Death stopped

an eye, several blood-red cracks appeared on Roselle’s body again. After his aura declined to

gray fog, sighed when he saw this. He

“curtain” he draped around himself suddenly rose up, and the entire