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.

exert a strong attraction on the Worms of Spirit, making them

one 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 the effects of Klein’s remnant consciousness. It flew towards the center of the

from different spots in the fog of history, and they arrived at

each other, a strong force of convergence finally appeared, pulling together countless Worms of

three Worms of Spirit. It needed to have a sufficient number for this phenomenon to

Klein’s incomplete consciousness completed the piecing together

transparent and gigantic vortex, emitting a strong convergence force that sucked over the

more than two-thirds the Worms of Spirit returned, a series

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

figure formed from transparent, twisted maggots.

hat, socks, and leather shoes that floated in the fog of history, dressing up the terrifying

from countless Worms of Spirit pressed down on the top of his head, causing the translucent feeling on his

appearance of Klein Moretti, but

his

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

thing that surfaced before Klein’s eyes 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 the world with pity. It was the image

face that had deep-set eyes. His right body fractured once again, turning

moment, the right side was constantly corroded to the left, and

he summoned the white bone scepter with

light. With the

side of his body as invisible winds and illusory waves swirled around him. This helped the grayish-white fog withstand the contamination from

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

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

Sefirah Castle was about to be stirred by his change, but with a thought from him, all the abnormalities returned to

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

to reality, and it’s powerful enough. If the ritual’s effects were a little weaker, I would’ve lost control and collapsed here today… Klein rubbed his temples and slowly exhaled. He had

anchor wasn’t a tool to help him maintain his humanity. Its main purpose was to form a corresponding understanding, positioning, and image, one that would resist the mental imprint within

Klein could then barely maintain his humanity and

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