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.

to exert a strong attraction on the Worms of Spirit,

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

of history, and they arrived at the fragments of light formed by the City of Silver’s history in the

they reached a certain distance from each other, a strong force of convergence finally appeared, pulling together countless Worms of Spirit

two or three Worms of Spirit. It needed to have a sufficient number

Worms of Spirit was once again whole, Klein’s incomplete consciousness completed the piecing together of his identity. Things

convergence force that sucked over the remaining, hesitant, nearby Worms of Spirit that were

than two-thirds the Worms of Spirit returned, a series of transparent tentacles grew out of the

extended towards the Second Epoch, the First Epoch, and even the prehistoric city of an earlier time. They grabbed the last batch of Worms of Spirit, one after another, and stuffed them back into

terrifying figure formed from transparent, twisted maggots. An invisible

leather shoes that

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

was the appearance of Klein Moretti, but his

made his Soul Body whole again, could analyze his present

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 burned into

were the crimson stars and the numerous points of resplendent light. 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

grayish-white 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

right side was constantly corroded to the left, and the

he raised his left hand with some difficulty, and he summoned the white bone scepter with blue gems embedded

the Sea God Scepter were prayer points of light. With the help

winds and illusory waves swirled around him. This helped the grayish-white fog withstand the contamination from the left,

pieces of his humanity and memories, making an initial recovery back to the state before he consumed the

now had the level and

be stirred by his change, but with a thought from him, all

of Sefirah Castle and had become the owner of the sefirah. As for how much power

to reality, and it’s powerful enough. If the ritual’s effects were a little weaker, I would’ve lost control and collapsed here

corresponding understanding, positioning,

barely maintain his humanity and

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