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Klein's gaze quickly swept around, finally settling on the sun brooch.
Perhaps it could be used as a 'bridge' to complete a simple exorcism ritual.
A thought flashed through Klein's mind, and he immediately reached out his right hand, grasping the dark gold sunbird-shaped brooch.
Klein used his own spirituality as a vortex, drawing the power leveraged within the mysterious space, guiding it like a tide towards the sun brooch in his hand.
Pure light points intertwined, sweeping and rushing towards Klein, merging with his spirituality.
The sun brooch then burst forth with dazzling radiance, becoming brighter and thicker, until it condensed into drops of golden, translucent liquid.
These liquids quickly merged and distorted, forming a golden human figure as tall as Klein, a figure full of sacred aura!
As expected, the 'sun sacred water' created by higher-level power is closer to a deity's blessing!
Klein controlled his inner excitement and joy, and he directed the golden figure, condensed from 'sun sacred water,' to move forward, overlapping and merging with The Sun Derrick in the secret ritual through the illusory crimson star.
He attempted to use this method to expel Amon parasitizing The Sun Derrick and to impart some knowledge and a wonderful spiritual experience to him.
However, Klein did not have much confidence in this; the power he leveraged from the mysterious space of Gray Fog, or rather, the power belonging to Sefirah Castle, was clearly on a higher level than his spirituality, making it difficult for him to control smoothly.
Klein's gaze swept over the items placed on the bronze long table again, and following his Seer's intuition, his gaze lingered on the Card of Blasphemy.
This was the highest-ranked and highest-level item among all the things he possessed!
Klein reached out and grabbed the black emperor card, which was face up!
At the same time, his gaze swept over the crimson star belonging to The Sun Derrick, and he saw a terrifying scene:
Within the figure of The Sun Derrick, outlined by the illusory light of the crimson star, a shriveled hand, reduced to only skin and bones, suddenly stretched out, slowly but resolutely grasping towards the boundary of the crimson star!
Amon! He was trying to use the connection of the secret ritual to penetrate reality, break open the boundary, and extend his hand into Gray Fog!
Whoosh!
The surrounding grayish-white mist showed some signs of chaos for the first time, with waves forming from the flow, gathering into a strong wind.
Klein's pupils constricted sharply; he had no time to ponder whether his idea was feasible or how Amon managed to do it, and immediately picked up the black emperor card from the table.
With the rank of the black emperor card, he could finally easily move the leveraged powers of Sefirah Castle.
Suddenly, the golden figure became extraordinarily tall, with pair after pair of huge, paint black wings growing from its back, a full twelve pairs!
Each pair of wings had intertwined light and dark inscriptions and feathers covered with mysterious symbols.
Gold and black formed a sharp contrast, both sacred and Fallen!
The gigantic figure, under Klein's command, spread its pairs of wings, obscuring the wide dome of the majestic palace.
Silently, the tall, luminous yet shadowy figure flashed out, overlapping and merging with the figure of The Sun Derrick, illusory from the crimson star!
In an instant, light and shadow intertwined, and strong winds surged!
The shriveled, fleshless hand that Amon had extended uncontrollably retracted, yet it refused to retreat completely.
It was like someone on the edge of a cliff, reaching out to grasp a life-saving protrusion, refusing to let go.
Buzz!
Amidst the illusory and complex sounds, light and Darkness completely erupted, and the hand that Amon had extended through The Sun Derrick finally lost its support, sliding back sharply, continuously disintegrating and dissipating.
After several seconds, the mysterious space above Gray Fog completely quieted down.
Klein gazed again, and the figure of The Sun Derrick, condensed by the crimson star, no longer had the illusory, distorted Spirit Body of Amon Entanglement.
Phew! With a long sigh of relief, Klein reached out again, materializing the before-and-after comparison images and throwing them towards the figure of The Sun Derrick, outlined by the crimson light.
After a moment of hesitation, Klein materialized another image and threw it to the crimson star belonging to White Tower.
In the City of Silver, The Sun Derrick felt both clear-headed and dazed at the same time.
He seemed to see figures of indescribable forms, different colored lights containing infinite knowledge, and a majestic, tall golden figure looking down on everything.
This figure stood beside Mr. Fool in the dense gray mist, with twelve pairs of mysterious, paint black wings on its back.
Derrick felt that he had come into contact with this majestic and tall golden figure, and his body and mind became pure and warm.
At the same time, some knowledge appeared in his mind; he seemed to understand what sunlight was, learned how to create sacred water, and how to exorcise evil spirits.
That wonderful spiritual experience made Derrick feel intoxicated, as if he had returned to his most carefree childhood, entering the imagined land illuminated by the Sun.
Only when everything disappeared and the simple furniture in his room reappeared in his vision did he come back to his senses.
"Is this the 'secret ritual' taught in textbooks? No one in the City of Silver's records has ever succeeded; no one has truly contacted the great existence."
At this moment, a heartfelt smile appeared on Derrick's face; he believed that the City of Silver would definitely be saved!
Derrick lowered his head, saying with extreme reverence:
"Praise You, great Mr. Fool!"
In a deep Darkness an unknown distance from the City of Silver, a lightning bolt flashed, dispelling the nearby Darkness.
This was a plain full of ravines, where a cyan-black cyclops wandered aimlessly.
His eyes were lifeless, his face was covered with rotting, festering marks, and grayish-yellow gas emanated from his body, interweaving into clouds in the air.
At his feet, at the most profound ravine of the plain, a figure stood on the edge, looking down.
The light of the lightning illuminated some of the thick, wide grayish-white buildings at the bottom of the ravine, as well as the figure dressed in a black classical robe and wearing a pointed soft hat.
He raised his hand and pinched the crystal monocle on his right eye, looking up to his left, looking into the distance!
"Indeed..." He whispered, a pleasant smile curving his lips, and uttered a word: "The Fool!"
The lightning streaking across the sky subsided for a second, and the surroundings were once again completely enveloped in Darkness.
Backlund, inside a study on Minsk Street.
Just as Leyton picked up a cup of coffee, a large expanse of grayish-white mist and crimson light suddenly surged into his vision like a tide.
In the center of the mist was a chair high above, and Mr. Fool sitting leisurely.
Next was a tall boy of seventeen or eighteen, covered by a transparent, illusory figure.
The figure covering him wore a black classical robe, a matching pointed soft hat, and a distinctive crystal monocle on his face!
Following that was a magnificent golden figure, with twelve pairs of mysterious, paint black wings on its back.
This golden figure and the monocle-wearing figure fought each other, eventually purifying it.
The grayish-white mist and crimson light dissipated together, and the layout of his study and the cup of coffee in his hand reappeared in his vision.
"Amon! Why did Klein show me this scene?"
Leyton lowered his head, took a sip of coffee, and muttered to himself.
His spiritual intuition suddenly stirred, Leyton put down the coffee in his hand, got up, and rummaged through the utility room for some ritual materials.
Returning to the study, he immediately began to set up the ritual to communicate with the Seven Lights of the Spirit World.
He skillfully completed the ritual setup, and with a snap!, he snapped his fingers, and a flame suddenly shot up from the arranged candles.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A knock came from downstairs, followed by the creak of a door opening.
Leyton stood in the study for a while, then Bugs Bunny led Klein to the study on the second floor.
Glancing at Bugs Bunny standing aside, the rabbit immediately turned and left the study discreetly.
Once Bugs Bunny left, Leyton said to Klein:
"Wait a moment, I'll finish the ritual."
He picked up the already prepared essential oil, dripped two drops into the candle flame, and the room was instantly filled with a fragrance.
Leyton stepped back, while softly chanting:
"The never-fading Light of the Spirit World, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the Red of authority and will."
"I pray to You, I pray for some knowledge..."
As the incantation was chanted, the light in the study visibly dimmed, and the temperature also dropped slightly, the flickering candlelight tinged with a layer of red.
Whoosh! A cold wind swirled in the room.
"This is a ritual commonly used by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to communicate with the Seven Lights of the Spirit World. The incantation I just chanted corresponds to Red Light Aiur Moria."
Leyton watched the changes in the ritual ahead, explaining softly.
"Red Light, Aiur Moria!" Klein did not hide the doubt in his tone; he could sense that the other party seemed to have waited for him to arrive before performing the ritual.
Leyton nodded slightly:
"Some questions, it's better for you to ask the Seven Lights directly, and they have always wanted to communicate with you."
No sooner had Leyton finished speaking than the layer of herbal powder sprinkled on the floor in the center of the room was carried by the cold whirlwind, flying, twisting, and expanding in the air.
Soon, the image of a very majestic old man in a big red robe was outlined.
Leyton very skillfully bowed and greeted the other party:
"Good afternoon, Sir Aiur~"
"Good afternoon, 'knowledge' Blessed~" "Good afternoon, Your Highness!"
Red Light Aiur Moria first responded to Leyton's greeting, then bowed very solemnly towards Klein, greeting him.
"Good afternoon, Sir Aiur~"
Klein was very unaccustomed to the other party's attitude towards him, and somewhat uncomfortably mimicked Leyton's words and actions, bowing and greeting this Red Light, one of the Seven Lights of the Spirit World.
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