Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1306

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.

moment, Roselle seemed to have transformed into a shadow. He wanted to block the crimson moon, but openings ruptured from his body, allowing more and more moonlight

completely split apart and give birth to a brand new

happened, something extremely terrifying would definitely

much more illusory,

had been isolated in another world. There was an invisible barrier between him and

right arm with great difficulty

decreased to a

negative effects on the surroundings. It was as though it was just a simple change of order. The new “growth” of blood-red cracks was constantly being distorted to

meters away. He said with a hoarse voice, “You really

how

reddened as she took a step

Roselle laughed again.

you, you

that you liked the clothes I designed for you when you

had arrived in his twilight years and was someone who enjoyed reminiscing about

walked faster and faster. Above the gray

his head and said

voice carried

a moment before she slowed down and

dark figure and

his head again and

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

the Emperor gripped the armrest by his side tightly.

“I’ve been corrupted…”

sadness in

had finally been

cracks on Roselle’s face began to turn chaotic. They “closed” and “opened” randomly with no signs of having

opportunity and straightened his body. He looked at Bernadette and shouted with great difficulty,

Mystic Bernadette repeated the word silently. Her blue eyes quickly

no longer the little girl she had been in the past, she was still unable to

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

faced all

soft as it reformed into

and mysterious three-dimensional symbol. It was like a long-feathered bird or

separated from Bernadette’s eyes

surroundings to become increasingly dim. The floor tiles and stone walls suffered another round of weathering as if the deity in charge of death had passed

to Roselle’s side. Then, they coiled around him, enveloping the illusory black figure that

attempted to leave the iron-black chair,

deity that lorded over the countless

the cracked red openings closed

the Emperor was a quiet

within Roselle’s body, constantly

aura declined to

who was above the gray fog, sighed when he saw this. He

around himself suddenly rose up, and the entire Sefirah Castle

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