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.

ripples seemed to exert a strong attraction on the Worms of Spirit, making them peek their heads

light spot from which it occupied, having failed to resist it any further, and also succumbing to the effects of Klein’s remnant consciousness. It

fog of history, and

force of convergence finally

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

was once again whole, Klein’s incomplete consciousness completed

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

returned, a series of

even the prehistoric city of an earlier time. They grabbed the last batch of Worms of Spirit, one after another, and

terrifying figure formed from transparent, twisted maggots. An invisible tentacle naturally extended from the figure’s

shoes that floated in the fog of history, dressing

causing the translucent feeling on his body to quickly fade, forming a layer of flesh-colored skin. Short

Klein Moretti, but his height had reached

regained consciousness. Before Klein, who had made his Soul Body whole again, could

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 burned

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 the world

body, causing his left body to be covered in a 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

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

hesitation, he raised his left hand with some difficulty, and he summoned the

light. With the help of this medium, they

side of his body as invisible winds and illusory waves swirled around him. This helped the grayish-white fog withstand the contamination from the left, allowing his entire body to come to a delicate

pieces of his humanity and memories,

Sequence 2. He now had the level and status

by his change, but

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

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

positioning, and image, one that would resist the mental imprint within the

Klein could then barely maintain his humanity and not

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