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, making them peek their heads out from

which it occupied, having failed to resist it any further, and

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

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

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

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

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

Worms of Spirit returned, a series of

Epoch, the First Epoch, and even the prehistoric city of an earlier time. They grabbed the last batch

vortex began to extend, turning into a terrifying figure formed from

pulled over the windbreaker, top hat, socks, and leather shoes that floated in the fog of

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

Moretti, but his height had reached

consciousness. Before Klein, who had made his Soul Body whole again, could analyze his present state, he felt

transmitted one image after another. These images were filled with the mysterious knowledge of a Miracle Invoker. Some of

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

grayish-white fog. A slight smile showed on his face that had

constantly corroded to the left, and the grayish-white

hand with some difficulty, and he summoned the white bone scepter with blue gems embedded at the top from the fog of

With the

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

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

He now had

Castle was about to be stirred by his change, but with a thought from

of Sefirah Castle and had become the owner of the sefirah. As for how much power he could unleash in the real world,

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

understanding, positioning, and image, one that would resist

his humanity and not be severely

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