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

advances to become a High-Sequence Beyonder, it can produce subtle responses with the Beyonder ingredients that are needed. Furthermore, it also possesses the characteristics of anti-divination and anti-prophecy… In other words, its level isn’t low… I don’t need to use

idea. He reached out his hand towards the Dark Emperor card which had its back facing

he noticed a frightening scene through the

reaching forward. Slowly but firmly,

to use the connection to rip open the boundary and extend

Whoosh!

in chaos. The “flowing”

pupils shrank. He no longer hesitated, and he

held this item in his hand, he immediately felt that his

grew pairs of enormous pitch-black

were dark and bright feathers engraved with

by Klein, spread its wings to cover the vast dome of the

light and darkness flashed over, overlapping with the manifestation of Little Sun

shriveled that it didn’t have any flesh, to the

like a man falling off a cliff who had extended his hand to grab a bulge, unwilling to let go regardless of

Whoosh!

erupted. The shriveled hand finally lost its support, and it plummeted, constantly disintegrating and disappearing as

above it returned to its previous tranquility, as if no one had stepped inside for

and saw that the blurry figure of Little

conjured the contrasting image from before and threw them at

…

the Berg household in the City

awake and adrift at the same

of ineffable shapes, different colors of light that contained endless knowledge, and a majestic, tall, golden

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

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

understand, such as a

returned to his most carefree childhood, to the lands where the sun shone in his imagination, and it was only when everything was gone and the simple furnishings of his room came into

Silver has succeeded before. No one has been able to come into contact

our City of Silver’s environment can perform a secret deed ritual? That wondrous feeling of all that knowledge was the payment “He” gave me? Derrick lowered his head again and said with great

of his eyes. In the center of the fog

covered in a transparent,

pointed hat, and a crystal monocle hung from its face. It coiled around