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.

Worms of Spirit, making them peek

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

on the heels of that, Worms of Spirit returned from different spots in the fog of history, and they

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

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

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

than two-thirds the Worms of Spirit returned, a

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

began to extend, turning into a terrifying figure formed from transparent, twisted maggots. An invisible tentacle naturally extended from

socks, and leather shoes that floated in the fog

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

of Klein Moretti, but

made his Soul Body

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 into suns, magnificent scenes generated by various celestial bodies. They were filled with a sense of desolateness, coldness, cruelty, madness, superciliousness, and void of any emotional imprints. They quickly assimilated

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

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

corroded to the

hand with some difficulty, and he summoned the white bone scepter with blue gems

With

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

Klein recovered bits and pieces of his humanity and memories, making an

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

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

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

represented by the City of Silver return 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

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 the Beyonder

Klein could then barely maintain his humanity and not be severely affected by

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