Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1343 Weaved Nightmare

I really returned to Utopia… Upon seeing the scene outside, Wendel felt a baffling sense of relief and ease. He no longer had any doubts about his choice to go to testify in court.

It had to be known that he was in the washroom of MI9’s headquarters. It was a place that was impossible to invade even with a fully armed army.

Wendel slowly exhaled as he walked out of the washroom and towards the entrance of the lobby.

Behind him, in a corner of the washroom where no one was paying attention to, the pitch-black raven had draped over a shadow-like veil, losing its physical presence. Even if one were to directly look at it, it would be difficult to discover it.

Then, its body became more and more transparent as it rapidly dissipated until it vanished.

At this moment, Wendel had already walked a few meters out of the lobby when he saw a police officer in a black-and-white checkered uniform.

This was the young officer who had requested him to testify, Biles.

“I knew you’d come, because you’re a kind person.” Biles smiled at Wendel.

When he heard the compliment, Wendel’s strung up heart finally returned to normal. Then, he instinctively turned his head back and saw that the bathroom that he had come out of had changed completely in style. It was no longer familiar to him.

…

In the dream maze formed by many minds, the huge white rabbit that walked upright squeezed through the open door and entered the vast wilderness with the grayish-white pillars and magnificent palaces.

Mr. Wrath… Although it wasn’t wearing the persona mask, its unforgettable characteristics were enough for Audrey to recognize him at a glance.

This was out of her expectations, but it wasn’t too surprising.

From her point of view, just Mr. Wrath alone likely wasn’t enough to deal with an ancient mind dragon like Ariehogg. Even if Mr. Fool had warned her to be wary of Mr. Wrath.

After all, the leader behind the Psychology Alchemists, the former King of Angels, had already become a Sequence 0 true god. According to the knowledge shared by the Tarot Club, there shouldn’t be any other Author Beyonders in the real world. This way, no matter how powerful Mr. Wrath was, as long as it was still part of the Spectator pathway, it would at most be on the same level as Ariehogg. The only things that would differ were combat experience, psychological research, and self-cultivation.

At this moment, as the giant white rabbit entered, the large, grayish-white, scaled Ariehogg spread open “His” wings which covered “His” skin. The surrounding area was instantly covered in a shadow.

With a leap, the white rabbit’s legs suddenly became extremely huge, like a tiny hill.

above “Him” lit up. The ground

after, a blurry and

clearly, and it was impossible to tell his age. One could only vaguely tell that he was a

at the back of his head like a miniature sun. Beneath his feet was an illusory clock that was divided into twelve segments. Each segment represented a

after this figure appeared, the entire dream maze shook violently, and gray

of depravity and pure sunlight rapidly spread around the huge white rabbit, eroding or

trouble truly taking shape. He was unable to enter reality from

his silhouette became clear, his figure would distort like a machine that had its

moment, Audrey instinctively retracted her gaze, not daring to look directly at the huge white

connected to the mind island and the sea of collective subconscious. She didn’t need

what “He” feared the most. Then, according to this,

Spectator pathway, if both parties were at the same level, it would be difficult to produce any true effects using the various means available to them. One could sneak into the island of consciousness and attempt deep hypnosis. The other could guard the door to the Body of Heart and Mind, preventing any foreign consciousness from entering. The other could spread a Mental Plague and use the

defense and as support, relying on powerful Sealed Artifacts to defeat their enemy. Third, when the Beyonder powers such as Mental Plague, Mind Deprivation,

was stronger and firmer, would be able to gain the upper

“Dragon Transformation” became meaningless. At this moment, it mainly depended on “observation.” Whoever could find a flaw in the opponent’s mind could weave a corresponding nightmare, directly attacking the enemy’s weaknesses, slowly destroying their mental defenses and reaching the effect of going “mad” or

nightmare wasn’t directed at her, she was

she clearly knew that the nightmare that Mr. Wrath had weaved represented the ancient sun god. This was the most terrifying existence in Ariehogg’s mind. At the same time, the ancient sun god’s influence would uncontrollably corrupt the surroundings until it

or she

depraved. She would become cold, cruel, and bloodthirsty without

was squatting at the top

“His” head turned dark, revealing a “sea” of secrets and colors that

a thousand meters long rose up. One

third eye on the dragon’s forehead. It seemed

to explain. With the uniqueness of her present

was something that left a deep trauma in the giant white rabbit’s heart. This was the Ankewelt that had been corrupted by the “underground world.” This was the Virtual Persona and mental corruption which was sealed behind the bronze door—things that

an indescribable nightmare. Although she hadn’t been corrupted, her mental

to rely on her own consciousness to

but also because she

and saw a crystal chandelier dyed

any delay, she got out of bed and

entire manor was completely silent, as if it was

a Virtual Person, allowing it to

maze was formed by many