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.

sky above “Him” lit up. The ground beneath “His” feet cracked open, spewing out crimson

after, a blurry and distorted figure appeared behind

in a simple white robe. It was difficult to see his face clearly, and it was impossible to tell his age. One could

his head like a miniature sun. Beneath his feet was an illusory clock that was divided into twelve segments. Each segment represented a different symbol of time. Behind him, there was a shadow that looked like a curtain. Eyes seemed to be looking out from the

maze shook violently, and gray fragments fell

of depravity and pure sunlight rapidly spread around the

taking shape. He was unable to enter reality from

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

her gaze, not daring to look directly at the huge white

was in a dream and was closely connected to the mind island and the sea of collective subconscious. She didn’t need anyone

“He” feared the most. Then, according to this, it produced a nightmare that contained the specific

door to the Body of Heart and Mind, preventing any foreign consciousness

their physical defense and as support, relying on powerful Sealed Artifacts to defeat their enemy. Third, when the Beyonder powers such as Mental Plague, Mind Deprivation, Dragon’s Breath, Consciousness Control, and other Beyonder powers were unable to deal with their opponent, engaging in self-hypnotism and using Dragon Transformation would result in an intense melee battle that exchanged claw swipes and

and firmer, would be able to gain the upper hand by relying

a true Mythical Creature. The maintenance time of “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

same dream, even if the nightmare wasn’t directed at her, she was still affected by the corresponding emotions,

Mr. Wrath had weaved represented the ancient sun god. This was the most terrifying existence in Ariehogg’s mind. At the

become an untreatable mentally ill patient, or she would become an incomplete Mythical Creature, completely losing all reason and ending up wildly attacking the surrounding

another possibility that she unknowingly became depraved. She would become cold, cruel, and bloodthirsty without realizing

who was squatting at the top

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

spanning a thousand meters long rose up. One of “His” vertical pupils was pale gold and the other was bright red

third eye on the dragon’s forehead. It seemed to be hiding a thick

no need for anyone to explain. With the uniqueness of her present state, Audrey immediately knew what nightmare

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 had been split off from that

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

didn’t hesitate to rely on her own consciousness to forcefully escape the

also because she had reached Sequence 4 and

and saw a crystal chandelier dyed in faint crimson. She saw the deep darkness

of bed and ran to the window to look

was completely silent, as if it was deep asleep. Everything was

frowned and immediately split out a Virtual Person, allowing it to enter the mind

clearly that the dream maze was formed by many minds. Once