Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1268

Chapter 1268 Miracle Invoker

The moment the Miracle Invoker potion entered Klein’s stomach, it immediately turned into countless cold “worms” and swam towards every corner of his body.

Suddenly, Klein’s mind tore apart, turning into countless small pieces that combined with different Worms of Spirit. There was no longer any discernible difference between the main body and the auxiliary ones, nor was there any piece that remained dominant.

At some point in time, he had entered the grayish-white fog. His half top hat and long black trench coat quickly disintegrated, and numerous translucent and twisted maggots crawled out.

These maggots quickly flew into the depths of the fog of history, each occupying different “light fragments,” overlapping with the projections of themselves in the Historical Void.

In just two or three seconds, the spot where Klein stood only had his windbreaker, shirt, top hat, socks, leather shoes, and personal items remaining. They had lost the support of a body and were held, suspended there.

“I…”

“Who am I…”

“Who’s me…”

“I’m the main body…”

…

The various Worms of Spirit had different but similar thoughts. None of them were willing to return to their “body” on their own accord. Instead, they felt a strong sense of animosity towards their own kind. It was only because they still had Klein’s remnant psyche influence that they hadn’t done anything extreme for the time being.

At this moment, yet another invisible ripple appeared within the grayish-white fog.

This ripple didn’t appear by coincidence. It had long existed in the fog, but compared to his collective whole, it appeared indiscernible. However, to a Worm of Spirit, it was obvious enough.

It came from a portion of history that appeared in the present era. It symbolized the fragments of light from the end of the Second Epoch and portions of the Third Epoch. They symbolized the two thousand years that the City of Silver had persisted in the darkness.

This forgotten history had a certain clash with the present era. As it formed a corresponding Historical Void, ripples spread out in an indescribable manner.

on the Worms of Spirit, making them peek their heads out from

crawled out of the light spot from which it occupied, having failed to resist it any further, and also succumbing to the

of history, and they arrived at the fragments of

a certain distance from each other, a strong force of convergence finally appeared,

effect that could be produced by two or three Worms of Spirit. It needed to have a

the Worms of Spirit was once again whole, Klein’s incomplete

a transparent and gigantic vortex, emitting a strong convergence force that sucked over the remaining, hesitant, nearby Worms of Spirit that were

two-thirds the Worms of Spirit returned, a series of transparent

of an earlier time. They grabbed the last batch of

twenty seconds, the vortex began to extend, turning into a terrifying figure formed

shoes that floated in the fog of history,

formed from countless Worms of Spirit pressed down on the top of his head, causing the translucent feeling on his body to quickly fade, forming a layer of flesh-colored skin. Short black hair

was the appearance of Klein Moretti, but his height had

Before Klein, who had made his Soul Body whole again,

was from the Beyonder characteristic that fused with his body. It was a strong, terrifying, high, and mighty will that made it impossible to resist. It seemed to awaken a little as it transmitted one image after another. These images were filled with the mysterious knowledge of a Miracle Invoker. Some of them were dust that

The prayers from the members of the Tarot Club emitted from those stars, including Justice, The Hanged Man, and The Moon. Most of the light points echoed with the prayers from the residents of Moon City. Together, they created an image that enveloped the grayish-white fog that looked at the

fog. A slight smile showed on his face that had deep-set eyes. His right body fractured once again, turning into a cluster of translucent squirming maggots and a bloodshot

corroded to the left, and the grayish-white fog was gradually compressed

he summoned the white

Sea God Scepter were prayer points of light. With the help of this medium, they were

of his body as invisible winds and illusory waves swirled around him. This helped

pieces of his humanity and memories, making

Sequence 2. He now had the level and status of an angel—a

his change, but with

he had truly gained control of Sefirah Castle and had become the owner of the sefirah. As for

the ritual’s effects were a little weaker, I would’ve lost control and collapsed here today…

corresponding understanding, positioning, and

maintain his humanity and not be severely affected

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