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.

of

which it occupied, having failed to

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

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

an effect that could be produced by two or three Worms of Spirit. It needed to have a sufficient number for this phenomenon

Spirit was once again whole, Klein’s incomplete consciousness completed

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

of Spirit returned, a series

They grabbed

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

tentacles 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

Klein Moretti, but

his Soul Body whole again, could analyze his present state, he

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

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

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

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

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

God Scepter were prayer points of light. With the help of this medium, they were transferred

from the right 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

memories, making

He now had

stirred by his change, but with a

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

made the history 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 rubbed his temples and

purpose was to form a corresponding understanding, positioning, and image, one that would resist the mental imprint within the Beyonder

maintain his humanity and not be severely affected by

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