Perhaps it could be used as a "bridge"... The thought had barely crossed Klein's mind when his right hand had already grabbed the dark gold brooch shaped like a the Sun.
At the same time, he used his own Spirituality as a vortex to draw in the power that had been pried up in the mysterious space, guiding it like a tide towards the Sun Brooch.
The slight tremor above the Gray Fog suddenly became noticeable, and specks of pure light intertwined, swept towards Klein, and merged with his Spirituality.
The dark gold the Sun brooch immediately burst into a dazzling radiance, growing brighter and brighter, until it instantly condensed into droplets of golden, translucent liquid.
These liquids quickly merged together, transforming into a figure as tall as Klein, a golden figure, a sacred figure!
As expected... The higher level of power made the " The Sun Holy Water " even closer to a divine gift! Klein was overjoyed and turned his gaze back to the deep red star that symbolized the " The Sun," and to the figure that was waiting to gradually merge with the great being.
As for the golden " The Sun Holy Water " condensing into a divine figure, it was not caused by the mutation of the " The Sun Brooch," but rather by a thought that popped into Klein's subconscious.
At this point, he could get the golden figure to step forward and, through the illusory crimson star, overlap and merge with the small " The Sun " in the Mysticism Ritual, expelling the "evil spirit" hidden within him and giving him certain knowledge and a wondrous Spirit Body.
However, at this moment, Klein did not have much confidence.
The power that had been manipulated in this mysterious space above the Gray Fog was clearly at a higher level than his Spirituality, making it difficult for him to control smoothly. As a result, the golden figure formed by it possessed mixed, chaotic, and uncoordinated power. If he were to use it as is, the effect would be at most ten percent of what he had envisioned.
As for that Amon, who was suspected to be a descendant of the Ancient The Sun God, born into a " Blasphemer " family in the Fourth Tudor Empire, even if he was not the real Amon, he successfully deceived the High-Sequence " Demon Hunter " and the powerful magical artifacts that maintained the existence of City of Silver. Klein really wasn't very confident with just a 10% chance of success.
His initial plan was just to give it a try; if it didn't work, he would temporarily block the " The Sun " and reconnect when he found a better solution.
However, now that things have come to this point, Klein naturally wants to do his best and strive for success on the first try.
Having disguised himself as a " The Fool " close to the gods for so long, he was still a bit proud and wanted to save face... He chuckled to himself, preparing to find a way to enhance the exorcising effect of the golden figure at the last moment.
Of course, he could only waste a few seconds, otherwise the ceremony would be over... Klein's gaze swept over the items on the bronze table again, his mind filled with words like "high level" and "high status".
Based on the Seer's Spirituality intuition, his gaze lingered on an object:
The Card of Blasphemy, the " Black Emperor " card!
Of all the items Klein owned, only this one matched the terms "high-level" and "high-ranking"!
As for the Azik Copper Whistle, Klein clearly remembered that it was completely suppressed when facing the offspring of the evil god at Blackthorn Security Company.
However, the "high-level" and "high-ranking" aspect of the " Black Emperor " card lies in the knowledge within it. No, after the holder advances to High-Sequence, it can also subtly resonate with the extraordinary materials needed. Moreover, it possesses characteristics such as anti- Divination and anti-prophecy... In other words, its own rank is not low... I don't need to use it in battle. As long as I can utilize its "high rank" to suppress the force that has been manipulated in this mysterious space above the Gray Fog, and minimize the degree of incoordination and unnaturalness of the golden figure, that will suffice!
Klein quickly came up with an idea and reached for the " Black Emperor " card, which was face down!
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a scene that horrified him:
Within the silhouette of the " The Sun " outlined by the illusory light of the crimson star, a withered hand, reduced to nothing but skin and bone, suddenly stretched forward, slowly but resolutely grasping at the boundary of the crimson star, giving the impression of penetrating reality and entering the spiritual realm.
That Amon is trying to use the connection to break through the boundary and reach his hand into the Gray Fog!
Ugh!
For the first time, the boundless gray-white mist became somewhat chaotic, its previous "flow" seemingly converging into waves and then into a strong wind.
Klein's pupils contracted, and without further hesitation, he picked up the " Black Emperor " card.
The moment he got his hands on the item, he immediately felt his Spirituality no longer succumbing to the forces that had been manipulated by the mysterious space.
Suddenly, the golden figure grew exceptionally tall, and huge, jet-black wings sprouted from its back—twelve pairs in total!
Each pair of wings is covered with feathers engraved with numerous mysterious symbols in alternating light and shadow.
The gold and black formed a striking contrast, and the enormous figure, driven by Klein, spread its wings, obscuring the vast dome of the majestic palace.
Without a sound, the figure, both sacred and Depravity, both light and darkness, Blink out and overlapped with the small " The Sun " formed from the crimson star!
As light and shadow intertwined and a fierce wind swept through, the withered hand, devoid of flesh and blood, consisting only of skin and bone, involuntarily shrank back, yet resolutely refused to retreat.
It's like someone falling off a cliff, reaching out to grab a lifeline, refusing to let go even in the face of death.
Ugh!
Amidst the illusory and chaotic sounds, light and darkness erupted completely. The withered hand finally lost its "support point," plummeting backward and downward, continuously disintegrating and disappearing.
After several seconds, the gray-white mist and the mysterious space above it returned to complete calm, as if no one had set foot there for millions of years.
Klein stared intently again, and the Distortion, illusory, and eerie creature that had been entwining the blurry figure of the little " The Sun " was no longer there.
He let out a sigh of relief, then conjured up the before-and-after images and tossed them at the small " The Sun " silhouette outlined by the Red Light, letting it interpret the image for itself.
City of Silver, the Berg family.
" The Sun " Derrick felt he was experiencing both lucidity and confusion simultaneously.
He seemed to see figures of indescribable shapes, different colored lights containing boundless knowledge, and a majestic and towering golden figure overlooking everything.
The figure stood beside the " The Fool " in the thick Gray Fog, with twelve pairs of enormous, mysterious, black wings behind him.
Unbeknownst to him, Derrick felt himself come into contact with the figure of striking contrast between gold and black. Not only did his body and mind become warm and pure, but he also seemed to understand what sunlight was, and he directly comprehended the knowledge of how to Create Holy Water and how to exorcise evil spirits.
It also contains some images he cannot comprehend, such as towering, Concealment pyramid-shaped mausoleums.
The wondrous Spirit Body captivated Derrick, as if he had returned to his carefree childhood and entered a the Sun land of imagination. He only came back to his senses when everything disappeared and the simple furniture in the room came into view.
"Is this the ' Mysticism Ritual ' described in textbooks? For over two thousand years, no one in City of Silver has succeeded, no one has come into contact with the Great Being..." At this moment, Derrick's gloom and loneliness lessened considerably, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.
Was Mr. The Fool's so-called experiment to confirm whether the environment of our City of Silver was suitable for completing the " Mysticism Ritual "? Were all that knowledge and wondrous sensations His reward to me? Derrick lowered his head again, speaking with utmost respect:
"Thank you, Mr. The Fool!"
Just then, a grayish-white mist suddenly filled his vision again, and in the center of the mist was a chair high above, where the " The Fool " sat leisurely.
Immediately afterwards, Derrick saw himself, his own self covered by a transparent, illusory figure.
The figure wore a black classical robe, a matching pointed soft hat, and a monocle made of crystal on his face. A snake coiled around his body like a python!
This... that Amon didn't die! He evaded the magical artifact and the "Chief's" attention, Parasitism my spirit! Derrick's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw himself now, no longer entangled by Amon.
"Mr. The Fool found him and solved him?" Derrick the Sun felt his heart sink back down, his forehead covered in cold sweat from lingering fear, and a look of reverence instinctively appeared on his face.
He subconsciously replied with the words described in his mythology course:
"Praise be to you, great Mr. ' The Fool '!"
In the deep darkness, where no one knew where, a bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating the surroundings.
This is a plain riddled with ravines, where a dark blue-green cyclops wanders aimlessly.
His eyes were lifeless, his face was covered with signs of decay and pus, and a grayish-yellow gas emanated from his body, weaving into clouds in the air.
At his feet, in the deepest ravine of that plain, a figure stood on the edge, looking down.
In the flash of lightning, a heavy, wide, gray-white building was faintly visible at the bottom of the ravine.
The figure was dressed in a black classical robe and a matching pointed soft hat. He had black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face, exactly like the phantom that Derrick Berg had seen.
He raised his hand and pinched the crystal monocle, then turned his head to look to the left, gazing into the distance.
"As expected..." he suddenly murmured, in Ancient Feysac.
After a pause, the figure smiled and uttered a single word:
" The Fool."
Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped into the ditch in front of him.
At that moment, the lightning subsided for a second, and darkness completely enveloped the world.
Having dealt with the deadly danger, Klein returned to the real world, once again feeling the urgency to advance his Sequence.
The Amon I eliminated wasn't the real Amon. If he's truly interested in that mysterious space above the Gray Fog, he'll return to City of Silver soon. At that time, I wonder if those two legendary magical items and the three " Demon Hunter " will be able to stop him...
If even his clone is this bizarre and terrifying, one can only imagine what his true form is like... Therefore, we must quickly summarize the remaining " Magician " rules, and through digestion and advancement, better grasp that mysterious space above the Gray Fog... Perhaps we can make use of that " Shepherd " elder in City of Silver, if she is indeed corrupted by the " True Creator "...
Klein opened the bathroom door and went downstairs in deep thought.