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!”

completely suppressed when the Blackthorn Security Company faced

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 it for a fight; as long as I can use its “high-level” to suppress the power of this

reached out his hand

a frightening scene through

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 the crimson star, giving off

rip open the boundary and extend

Whoosh!

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

longer hesitated, and he picked up the

felt that

abnormally tall, and on its back, it grew pairs of enormous pitch-black

there were dark and bright feathers

between gold and black was stark, and the huge figure, driven by Klein, spread its wings to cover

a sound, the sacred yet corrupted figure of light and darkness flashed over, overlapping

in all directions. The palm that was so shriveled that it didn’t have any flesh, to

like a man falling off a cliff who had extended his hand to grab

Whoosh!

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

fog and the mysterious space above it returned to its previous tranquility, as if no one had stepped inside for

of Little Sun was no longer entangled with

before and threw them at the manifested figure of Little Sun in

…

the Berg household in the

and

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

Mr. Fool in the thick gray fog, with twelve pairs of huge, dark, mysterious wings on

seemed to understand what was called sunlight. He had even

he couldn’t understand, such as

the lands where the sun shone in his imagination, and it was only when

more than two thousand years, no one in the City of Silver has succeeded before. No one has been able to come into contact with a mighty existence… At that moment, Derrick’s low spirits

a secret deed ritual? That wondrous feeling of all that knowledge was the payment “He” gave me? Derrick lowered his head again and said

at this moment, a grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. In the center of the fog was a lofty chair. It was the leisurely

Derrick saw himself covered in a transparent, illusory

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