The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 361

"Are you looking for me …"

As the voice entered his ears, Derrick froze. Her skin tightened, and her hair stood up.

Why is he behind me?

Why is he in my room?

What happened to the seal?

What about the effects of the mystical items?

His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around to look at her.

But his instinct stopped him from doing so.

This instinct came from the teachings of the Silver City Monster General Knowledge lesson and the strange sight he experienced after joining the patrol team.

When someone is talking behind you, don't turn around in a hurry!

Derrick raised his hand and clenched it in front of his chest, then slowly, he turned around, bit by bit.

The room was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see anything. However, there was a golden tinge of light that widened in both of his eyes, turning into like two mini suns.

With the strength of his Light Suppliant, he saw a dark figure sitting quietly on the edge of his bed.

The dark figure quickly turned clear, revealing a head that had been split in two!

In the center of his head, two gray brains wriggled as if they were alive, trying to get close to each other but unable to do so.

The viscous and viscous liquid on the surface of his slashed brain had turned into thin threads, but they shrunk like maggots.

Each eye that is on two separate sides is spaced, and the nasal shaft is separated from the middle. His blood color is bright and clear.

The left side of his mouth was open, but the right side of his mouth was tightly closed.

This terrifying monster was naked, and there were many dark red wounds on its body.

Countless wounds had been ruthlessly torn apart, revealing rows of white teeth. They said the same sentence in quick succession, "Are you looking for me …"

It paused for a moment, the corner of his mouth and the edge of his wound curved.

"Look, am I not normal …"

Derrick's pupils constricted, and without thinking, he placed his folded hand on his chest and raised it to his chin, as if he were praying.

The small room suddenly became bright, and a beam of pure light, swirling with flames, fell down from the roof and onto the monster's body.

The beam wasn't as big as the one Derrick used outside the spire. This was due to the seal here and the mystical object that kept him isolated from the outside of the tower.

But at that moment, Derrick was astonished to see the holy rays he prayed for suddenly thicken. It was so bright that he could not help but close his eyes.

A while later, something purer and thicker separated from the majestic pillar of light. It was like a man made of light with no facial features and no clothes!

"The "light man" suddenly went berserk and pounced on the monster.

All the "mouths" on the monster suddenly opened, as if giving off a curdling screech.

However, Derrick heard nothing.

The monster began to tremble violently and quickly disintegrated under the burning and illumination of the "light man", disappearing as if melting.

Just when it was about to become transparent, a ghost wearing a classic black long robe and a pointy hat suddenly appeared!

The shadow had black hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face. It was wearing a monocle carved from crystal.

As soon as he appeared, the "light man" exploded, and Derrick's gaze was filled with whiteness.

As his vision recovered, he found himself outside the room, in the corridor with metal lamps installed inside, in the dim light of the setting sun.

He tilted his head blankly and looked into the room. He saw a tall, muscular figure with dark trousers and a brown coat.

In front of this figure was the bed where Derrick slept. A ray of light like dawn condensed onto the white leg bone, turning it into a pure and sharp white sword.

Next to the straight sword lay a translucent worm.

It was only as long as a thumb, and its slenderness was almost as big as a child's finger. One by one the rings, with completely transparent colors, split them into many pieces.

It was a fleeting sight, and without specifically counting the number of rings, he had a vague feeling that there were about ten of them.

The tall figure whose back was facing towards him extended his hand to pick up the strange transparent worm. When he turned around, he breathed.

"It's close …"

At that moment, Derrick finally saw the face of that tall figure.

He wore a light yellow shirt with a checkered leather belt around his waist, and his pale blue eyes were deep and weathered, like a book full of stories.

For a moment, Derrick was stunned, and then, as if he had been in danger his entire life, he opened his mouth with a pleasant surprise.

"Your Majesty!"

In front of him was the six-member council of the Silver City Chief, the powerful Demon Hunter who was over a hundred years old, Colin Iliad!

Colin slightly nodded and said, "We always knew that he had a problem, but to find out what ulterior motive the man named Amon had, we deliberately did not eliminate him directly, he said, and we instead locked it at the bottom of the tower, sealed under the influence of mystical objects, and we often let Beyonders, who only had symptoms of losing control, stay next to him and talk to him. We wanted to see if we could cause some abnormal changes in him in order to learn the information we wanted to know.

"Unfortunately, he is very normal to this day, too normal.

"Why do you think he suddenly mutated and attempted to break through the seal? Do you know what makes you different from others?"

So it was deliberately arranged for me to stay next to the former exploration team captain .. After a few seconds of silence, Derrick said, "Maybe because my Beyonder path is different from the others. Sequence 9 Bard, Sequence 8 Light Suppliant."

In other words, the path of the Sun.If Mr. Hanged Man is right, that the Ammon family is a descendant of the ancient Sun God, then it is only natural for me to cause a mutation to occur to him… Derrick felt he knew the truth to some extent.

Colin listened without a change in expression. He assessed Derrick for a few seconds before saying, "We're monitoring him. The six-member council took turns, but we didn't expect him to suddenly mutate. There were no warning signs, and his actions were extremely dangerous.

"What were you doing in that room?"

Derrick, who was considering the relationship between the path of the Sun and the ancient Sun God, was not immediately aware of what the Chairman was asking.

When he realized it, his mind was still blank as he thoughtfully recalled what he had done.

I did nothing. I just knocked on the wall and tried to talk to him. Before this, before this, I participated in the Tarot Gathering! Derrick was suddenly dumbfounded. He felt that things might not be as simple as he had imagined.

He knew that he could not tell the Chairman about his thoughts, but he did not know what kind of expression to make, so he could only maintain his quiet and closed silence. He said while thinking, "i knocked on that wall three times.

"Before that, the candle in my room had been extinguished, and the darkness was total. I've been trying to train some of my Beyonder powers."

Colin looked at Derrick's eyes calmly and said after nearly twenty seconds, "Unfortunately, what Amon left in his soul was not his real body. What's more, this problem happened too suddenly, so we were unable to obtain the desired result…

"Before his mutation, did you feel something was wrong?"

"No." Derrick shook his head in confidence.

Colin's eyes suddenly flashed with two deep green complex symbols, and he reflected Derrick's body inside.

After nearly ten seconds of silence, the Silver City Chief closed his eyes and said, "Your condition has stabilized.you don't need any more treatment, so you can return now."

Derrick's surprised.

"Good."

He saw Demon Hunter Colin Iliad return to the room, take out a sharp white sword, and flip it over and over in his hand.

He quietly took a deep breath and walked along the corridor towards the exit. On the way, he met the Guardians who rushed over one after another.

He slowly walked back to the house and closed the door. He carefully scanned his surroundings for a while, then he sat on the edge of the bed and read out in a low voice, "Stupid person who does not belong to this era, he said, you are a mysterious ruler over the gray fog; you are the King of Yellow and Black who has good luck.

"I've just experienced something terrible …"

Derrick recounts what happened and mentions his two guesses.

After doing all that, he felt much more comfortable.

And with his tense state of mind relaxed, he felt an overwhelming fatigue sweep over him. He lay down and quickly fell asleep.

In a quiet, dark room, flashes of lightning sometimes illuminate everything. Otherwise, it would have looked like a dark night.

The sleeping Derrick suddenly flicked his right index finger and casually tapped it on the bed.

Once, twice, three times…

…

After the Tarot Gathering, Klein did not know the characteristics of the Beyonder Werewolf or the Biological Poison Bottle due to his dispensing spirituality. Instead, he instantly returned to the real world to take a nap. After twenty minutes, he got up and pulled the curtain, letting the light that pierced through the fog bring a certain light into the room.

Sitting in a chair in front of the table, Klein calmed down and began to consider what he needed to do in the short term.

The ultimate goal is to continue to deduce the rules of a Witch and make adjustments according to the subtle feedback of my spirituality.

Although rules such as "never perform without preparation", "need to have a stage and show", and "finish the show using a diversionary way" do not seem problematic at this time, if I continue to act like this and make slight adjustments, I will eventually digest the potion and reach a state of progress. But acting like this is not enough. I still lack some important rules. Right now, what I do will make digestion slow and uneventful. Perhaps, it will take a year, or maybe even two or three years before the progress of my Order is possible.

And Ince Zangwill not stay there waiting for me! Only by becoming a High Order Extreme as soon as possible will I be qualified for revenge!

Therefore, figuring out the rules of the other Magicians was the most important. First of all I will determine them through experimentation whether the applause from the audience will stir my spirituality and result in better digestion of potions.

As Klein was deep in thought, he heard a series of illusory requests stacked up.