Lord of the Mysteries

Perhaps I can use it as a “bridge”… Just as this thought flashed through Klein’s mind, his right hand grabbed the Sunbird-shaped dark golden brooch.

At the same time, he used his spirituality as a whirlpool to attract the pried power from the mysterious space towards him, making it surge towards the Sun Brooch like a tidal wave.

The quivering above the gray fog became obvious. Little dots of pure light intertwined and swept toward Klein, blending with his spirituality.

The Sunbird-shaped dark golden brooch began to glow with a dazzling brilliance. It grew brighter and denser, and in an instant, drop after drop of a translucent golden liquid began to condense.

The liquid quickly merged together and formed a human figure that was as tall as Klein. It was a golden figure, a sacred figure!

It does work… Sun Holy Water that’s created from a higher level of power is closer to a God’s bestowment! Klein’s heart was filled with joy. He turned his gaze back to the crimson star which symbolized The Sun. He then looked at the figure that was waiting to bond with the great being.

As for the divine figure condensed by the golden Sun Holy Water, it wasn’t a result of the Sun Brooch, but simply a manifestation of Klein’s subconscious thoughts.

Reaching this step, he had already allowed the golden figure to move forward. Through the illusory crimson star, it merged with Little Sun through the secret deed ritual as it dispelled the “evil spirit” hidden inside his body, as well as giving him a certain amount of knowledge and a miraculous spiritual experience.

However, Klein didn’t have much confidence at that very moment.

The power of the mysterious space was obviously higher than his spirituality, making him unable to smoothly control the power. As such, the power of the golden figure was mixed, chaotic, and insufficiently coordinated. If he used it as is, the effect was, at most, 10% of what he expected.

As for Amon, who was suspected to be a descendant of the ancient Sun God, he was born into a family of Blasphemers in the Tudor Empire’s Fourth Epoch. Even if it wasn’t his main body, he was able to successfully hide his identity from the powerful High-Sequence Demon Hunter and the powerful mystical items that protected the existence of the City of Silver. Klein truly didn’t have much confidence with the effect only amounting to 10%.

His initial plan was only to give it a try. If it really didn’t work, he would temporarily bar The Sun and then reconnect with him when he found a better solution.

However, having come this far, Klein naturally wanted the best outcome and strived to succeed in one go.

Having disguised himself as the godlike Fool, he too had a little pride, and he wanted to keep up his reputation… He gave a self-deprecating laugh as he prepared to find a way to increase the effects of the golden figure to dispel the evil entity at the last moment.

Of course, I can only waste a few seconds; otherwise, the ritual would be over…Klein’s eyes swept over the items on the long bronze table again, thinking only of the words “high level.”

Due to his spirituality’s intuition as a Seer, his gaze landed on an item.

The Card of Blasphemy, the Dark Emperor card!

Of all the items Klein owned, it was the only one that matched the words “high level!”

whistle, Klein clearly remembered that it had been completely suppressed when the Blackthorn

characteristics of anti-divination and anti-prophecy… In other words, its level isn’t

He reached out his hand towards the Dark Emperor card which

then, he noticed a frightening scene through the

the shadow of The Sun that was formed by the illusory rays of the crimson star, a palm, so shriveled that only skin and bones remained, was suddenly reaching forward. Slowly but firmly, it grabbed at the boundary of

rip open the boundary

Whoosh!

the endless grayish-white fog was in chaos. The “flowing” from before seemed to

hesitated, and

as he held this item in his hand, he immediately felt that his spirituality was no longer subdued by

the golden figure became abnormally tall, and on its back, it grew pairs of enormous pitch-black wings. There were a total of

dark and

stark, and the huge figure, driven by

sound, the sacred yet corrupted figure of light and darkness flashed over, overlapping with the manifestation of Little Sun that was formed by the

and shadows intersected, and a fierce wind blew in all directions. The palm that was so shriveled that it didn’t have any flesh, to the point of only having skin and bones left, shrank backward uncontrollably, but it also firmly refused to

his hand to grab a bulge,

Whoosh!

illusory and chaotic sounds, light and darkness completely erupted. The shriveled hand finally lost its

a few seconds, the gray fog and the mysterious space above it returned to its previous tranquility, as if no one had stepped

that the blurry figure of Little Sun was no longer entangled with the

stop himself, he heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he conjured the contrasting image from before and threw them at the manifested figure of

…

in

and

of light that contained endless knowledge, and a majestic, tall, golden figure looking down

thick gray fog, with twelve pairs of huge, dark, mysterious wings on

but he also seemed to understand what was called sunlight. He had even figured out Holy Water Creation, as well as the knowledge to exorcise

understand, such as a

carefree childhood, to the lands where the sun shone in his imagination, and it was only when everything was gone and the simple furnishings

as referenced in textbooks? For more than two thousand years, no one in the City of Silver has succeeded before. No one has been able to come

environment can perform a secret deed ritual? That wondrous feeling of all

appeared in front of his eyes. In the center of the fog was

himself covered

a crystal monocle hung from its face. It coiled around