Perhaps I can use it as a "bridge" … Just as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, his right hand had already grabbed the dark gold brooch in the shape of a Sun bird.
At the same time, he used his spirituality as a vortex, sucking in the power that had been stirred in the mysterious space and directing it towards the Sun Brooch like a tidal wave.
The tremors above the gray fog became obvious. Specks of pure light crisscrossed and swept towards Klein, fusing with his spirituality.
The dark gold brooch of the Sun bird immediately emitted a dazzling glow. It grew brighter and thicker, instantly condensing droplets of translucent golden liquid.
The liquid quickly fused together, turning into a figure that was as tall as Klein. It was a golden figure, a holy figure!
It's possible … A higher level of power allows the created Holy Sun Water to be closer to a divine bestowment! Klein was delighted as he cast his gaze back at the crimson star that symbolized Sun, at the figure that was waiting to fuse with the great existence.
As for the golden Holy Sun Water condensing into a holy figure, it wasn't a result of the mutation of the Sun Brooch, but a subconscious thought that came to Klein.
At this stage, he could already make the golden figure step forward and, through the illusory crimson star, merge with the tiny Sun in the secret deed ritual, expel the "evil spirit" hidden in his body, and give him a certain amount of knowledge and a wonderful spiritual experience.
However, at this moment, Klein didn't have much confidence.
The power stirred in the mysterious space above the gray fog was clearly of a higher level than his spirituality, making it impossible for him to control it smoothly. The power of the golden figure that was formed was mixed, chaotic, and uncoordinated. If he were to use it in such a manner, the effects would at most be ten percent of what he expected.
As for Amon, who was suspected to be a descendant of the ancient Sun god, born in a family of Blasphemers in the Fourth Epoch's Tudor Empire, even if it wasn't his true body, he had successfully fooled the High-Sequence Demon Hunters and the powerful mystical items that maintained the existence of the City of Silver. Klein really didn't have the confidence to rely on just ten percent of the effects.
His initial plan was only to give it a try. If it really didn't work, he would temporarily block Little Sun and wait until he found a better solution before reconnecting.
However, at this point, Klein naturally wanted to do his best and strive for success.
After pretending to be The Fool who's close to a deity for so long, I'm still a little proud and want some face … He gave a self-deprecating remark and prepared to find a way to increase the golden figure's exorcism effects at the last moment.
Of course, he could only waste a few seconds. Otherwise, the ceremony would be over … Klein's eyes swept over the items on the long bronze table again. He only thought of words like "high-level" and "high status".
Based on the spiritual intuition of a Seer, his gaze stopped on an item.
Card of Blasphemy, Dark Emperor card!
Of all the items in Klein's possession, it was the only one that matched the words "high-level" and "high-class"!
As for Aztec's copper whistle, Klein clearly remembered that it had been completely suppressed back when he faced the evil god's spawn at the Blackthorn Security Company.
However, the Dark Emperor card's "high-level" and "high-class" are the knowledge contained within. That's not right. After the holder advances to a High-Sequence Beyonder, it can also produce a subtle reaction with the Beyonder ingredients it needs. Furthermore, it also has anti-divination and anti-prophecy characteristics … In other words, its level isn't low … I don't need to use it in battle. As long as I can use its "high-class" to suppress the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog, I can reduce the golden figure's chaotic and unnatural state to the minimum!
Klein quickly had an idea as he reached out to grab the Dark Emperor card whose back was facing up!
At this moment, he saw a scene from the corner of his eye that alarmed him.
Inside the figure of Sun outlined by the illusory light of the crimson star, a palm that was so shriveled that it was only left with skin and bones suddenly reached forward. It slowly but firmly grabbed at the border of the crimson star, giving off the feeling that it was penetrating reality and entering a spiritual domain.
That Amon was attempting to use the connection to open up the boundary and reach his hand above the gray fog!
Whoosh!
For the first time, the boundless grayish-white fog showed signs of chaos. The "flow" from before seemed to converge into waves and a strong wind.
Klein's pupils constricted. Without any hesitation, he picked up the Dark Emperor card.
The moment this item entered his hand, he immediately felt his spirituality no longer succumb to the power of the mysterious space that was being pried open.
Suddenly, the golden figure became abnormally tall, and pairs of pitch-black wings sprouted from its back. There were a total of twelve pairs!
And on each pair of wings were feathers that were engraved with many mysterious symbols.
The gold and black formed a sharp contrast. Under Klein's control, the gigantic figure spread its wings and covered the vast dome of the towering palace.
Without a sound, the holy and depraved, bright and dark figure flashed out, overlapping with the tiny Sun formed by the crimson star!
Light and shadow intertwined as strong winds blew in all directions. The palm that was shriveled to the point of being devoid of flesh and blood, with only skin and bones left, couldn't help but shrink backward, but it was determined not to retreat.
It was like a person who had fallen off a cliff, reaching out to grab onto a protrusion that could save him. It refused to let go even in death.
Whoosh!
Amidst the illusory and chaotic sound, light and darkness completely erupted. The shriveled palm finally lost its "support" and fell backward, constantly disintegrating and disappearing.
After a few seconds, the grayish-white fog and the mysterious space above it completely regained its calm, as though no one had set foot in it for thousands of years.
Klein focused his gaze again. Little Sun's blurry figure was no longer entangled by the distorted, illusory figure.
Phew! He couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Then, he conjured a comparison scene and threw it at Little Sun's figure that was outlined by the crimson light, allowing him to comprehend it himself.
…
City of Silver, Berg household.
Derrick felt that he was both awake and in a trance at the same time.
He seemed to see figures of indescribable shapes, different colors of light that contained infinite knowledge, and a majestic and tall golden figure that looked down on everything.
This figure stood beside Mr. Fool in the thick gray fog, with twelve pairs of huge, mysterious, pitch-black wings on his back.
Unknowingly, Derrick felt that he had come into contact with the figure that contrasted gold and black. Not only did his body and mind become warm and pure, but he also seemed to understand what sunlight was. Furthermore, he had directly figured out how to create holy water and how to expel evil spirits.
There were also some scenes that he could not understand, such as the towering, hidden pyramid-shaped mausoleum.
That magical spiritual experience intoxicated him. It was as if he had returned to his most carefree childhood and entered the land where the Sun shone in his imagination. He only came back to his senses when everything disappeared and the simple furniture in the room came into view.
"Is this the 'secret deed ritual' mentioned in the textbooks? For more than two thousand years, no one in the City of Silver has succeeded. No one has come into contact with a great existence … At that moment, Derrick's gloominess and loneliness lessened significantly. A sincere smile appeared on his face.
Mr. Fool's so-called experiment is to confirm if our City of Silver's environment can complete the secret deed ritual? That much knowledge and wonderful feeling is the reward he gave me? Derrick lowered his head once again and said with abnormal respect, "I'm not sure.
"Thank you, Mr. Fool!"
At that moment, a grayish-white fog suddenly emanated in front of him. In the middle of the fog was a high chair, and it was The Fool who was sitting leisurely.
Right on the heels of that, Derrick saw himself, who was covered by a transparent, illusory figure.
The figure was wearing a black classic robe and a pointy hat of the same color. A crystal monocle hung on his face, and it was wrapped around his body like a python!
This … That Amon didn't die! He escaped the attention of the mystical item and the Chief, and he parasitized into my Spirit Body! Derrick's eyes suddenly widened as he saw his present self, the one who was no longer being wrapped around by Amon.
Mr. Fool discovered me and finished me off? Sun Derrick's heart returned to its original position. His forehead was covered in cold sweat from the lingering fear, and his face instinctively revealed a look of reverence.
He subconsciously said according to the words described in his mythology class:
"Praise be to you, great Mr. Fool!"
…
In the deep darkness of an unknown location, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the surroundings.
It was a plain filled with ravines, and a greenish-black cyclops was wandering around aimlessly.
His eyes were lifeless, and there were signs of rotting pus all over his face. His body emanated a grayish-yellow gas that interweaved into clouds in midair.
And beneath his feet, in the deepest ravine of the plain, a figure was standing at the edge, looking down.
With the help of the lightning, a thick and wide grayish-white building could be vaguely seen at the bottom of the ravine.
The figure was wearing a black classic robe and a pointy hat of the same color. He had black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and thin cheeks. He was identical to the phantom Derrick Berg had seen before.
He raised his hand to pinch the crystal monocle, turned his head to the left, and looked into the distance.
"As expected …" he suddenly whispered in ancient Feysac.
After a pause, the figure's lips curled into a smile as he said a word:
"The Fool."
Before he finished his sentence, he had already jumped into the ravine in front of him.
At that moment, the lightning subsided for a second, and darkness completely enveloped the World.
…
After resolving the fatal danger, Klein returned to the real World, and he once again felt the urgency to advance his Sequence.
The Amon that I eliminated wasn't his true body. If he's really interested in the mysterious space above the gray fog, it won't take long for him to return to the City of Silver. When that happens, I wonder if the two legendary mystical items and the three Demon Hunters will be able to stop him …
His avatar is already so strange and terrifying, so it's obvious what his true body is like … Therefore, I have to quickly summarize the other Magicians's principles and better grasp the mysterious space above the gray fog through digestion and advancement … Perhaps I can make use of the Shepherd Elder in the City of Silver. If she's really corrupted by the True Creator …
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