Maybe he could use it as a "bridge"... As soon as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, his right hand had already grabbed the dark golden sunbird-shaped brooch.
At the same time, using his own spirituality as a vortex, he attracted and gathered the pried power within the mysterious space, channeling it like a tide toward the
The slight tremor above the gray fog became noticeable. Pure specks of light intertwined and surged toward Klein, merging with his spirituality.
The dark gold Sun Bird Brooch immediately blossomed with a dazzling radiance. It grew brighter and denser, quickly condensing into drops of golden, semi-transparent liquid.
These drops rapidly fused together, forming a figure as tall as Klein. A golden figure, a divine figure!
It really works... The power of a higher level allowed the created "Holy Water of the Sun" to be closer to a divine gift! Overjoyed, Klein turned his gaze back to the deep crimson star symbolizing the "Sun", watching the figure waiting to gradually align with the great existence.
As for the golden "Holy Water of the Sun" condensing into a divine silhouette, it wasn't caused by a mutation of the "Sun Brooch," but rather an idea that had subconsciously occurred to Klein.
At this point, he could have the golden figure step forward, pass through the illusory deep crimson star, and overlap with Little Sun in the mystic ritual, expelling the "evil spirit" lurking inside him and imparting some knowledge and wondrous spiritual experiences.
However, at this very moment, Klein didn't have much confidence.
The power pried from this mysterious space above the gray fog was clearly on a level higher than his spirituality, making it difficult for him to control it smoothly. The resulting golden figure was a mixture of chaotic, uncontrolled power. If used like this, its effect would be at most ten percent of what he expected.
And that
His initial plan was just to give it a try. If it didn't work, he would temporarily seal off Little Sun and look for a better solution before reconnecting.
However, having reached this point, Klein naturally wanted to do his best, to succeed in one go.
Having pretended to be the "Fool", close to a deity, for so long, he had become a little proud, a little concerned about saving face... He mocked himself, preparing to find a way to improve the exorcism effect of the golden figure at the last moment.
Of course, he could only waste a few seconds; otherwise, the ritual would end... Klein's gaze swept over the items placed on the bronze long table, his mind only focused on words like "high level" and "high status".
Based on the spiritual intuition of a Seer, his sight paused on one item: The Blasphemy Slate card, the "Black Emperor" card!
Among all the items Klein possessed, only this one matched the words "high level" and "high status"!
As for Azik's copper whistle, Klein distinctly remembered that it had been completely suppressed when facing the Evil God's offspring back at the Blackthorn Security Company.
However, what was of a "high level" and "high status" in the "Black Emperor" card was the knowledge inside it. No, wait, after the holder advances to a high sequence, the card itself could also subtly resonate with the required extraordinary materials. Moreover, it possessed characteristics such as anti-divination and anti-prophecy... That is to say, its own rank was not low... I don't need to use it for combat; as long as I can utilize its "high status" to suppress the power pried from this mysterious space above the gray fog and minimize the chaotic, disorderly, uncoordinated, and unnatural degree of the golden figure, that will be enough!
Klein quickly had an idea and reached for the "Black Emperor" card that was lying face down!
Just at this moment, the corner of his eye caught a terrifying scene: Within the figure of the "Sun" outlined by the illusory light of the deep crimson star, a withered hand consisting of only skin and bone suddenly stretched forward. Slowly but firmly, it grabbed the boundary of the deep crimson star, giving the feeling of breaking through reality and entering the spiritual realm.
That Amon was trying to use this connection to break the boundary, to extend his hand into the gray fog!
Woo!
The boundless gray-white fog showed signs of chaos for the first time. The previously "flowing" mist converged into waves, into a gale.
Klein's pupils constricted. He no longer hesitated and picked up the "Black Emperor" card.
As soon as this item entered his hand, he immediately felt his own spirituality no longer yield to the power pried from the mysterious space.
In an instant, the golden figure became exceptionally tall. One after another, enormous pitch-black wings grew from its back—a full twelve pairs!
And on each wing were feathers inscribed with mysterious symbols, alternating light and dark.
Gold and black formed a stark contrast. Under Klein's command, the colossal figure spread its pairs of wings, blocking the vast dome of the majestic palace.
Silently, the figure that was both holy and depraved, bright and dark, flashed out and overlapped with the little "Sun" manifested by the deep crimson star!
Light and shadow intertwined, a gale raged on all sides. The withered hand, shriveled to just skin and bone, uncontrollably retracted, but stubbornly refused to retreat.
It was like a person who fell off a cliff, grabbing a life-saving protrusion, refusing to let go no matter what.
Woo!
Amidst the illusory and jumbled sounds, light and darkness completely erupted. The withered hand finally lost its "support point," sharply fell backward and downward, constantly disintegrating and disappearing.
After several seconds, the gray-white fog and the mysterious space above it completely returned to calm, as if no one had set foot there for millennia.
Klein looked again. The blurry figure of Little Sun no longer had that twisted, illusory, eerie thing clinging to it.