Chapter 391: Chase
In an empty hotel room on Toscat Island in the Central Sonia Sea.
Brilliant starlight suddenly emerged from the spirit world and quickly gathered, condensing into a figure of Renekton's original appearance in the starlight.
He casually looked around the room. His spiritual intuition was not triggered. Renekton breathed a sigh of relief and walked directly to the round table by the window. He dragged out a cushioned wooden chair and sat down. He couldn't help but sigh:
"I have gone around the Rorsted Islands in such a big circle. The relevant information of the spirit world has also been disturbed by me. Amon should not be able to continue tracking me."
"Are you talking about me?"
"Then you may be disappointed. I have been watching you all the time."
Amon's voice sounded abruptly, as if speaking next to his ear, making people's hair stand up uncontrollably.
Renekton's eyes sank slightly, and his eyes fell on the chair opposite the round table. His vision was a little dazed, and a familiar figure sat there.
Amon was sitting on a wooden chair with a leisurely posture, and his right hand was constantly tossing a piece of transparent amber sealed in the black mist.
Renekton was stunned for a moment, and some forgotten memories began to emerge in his mind.
"It seems that you have almost remembered it, so there is no need for me to return the corresponding memories and thoughts to you."
"Don't throw things away casually, especially things that are part of your power."
"Otherwise, I will find it!"
Amon's mouth was always smiling, and he handed the transparent amber in his hand to Renekton and said playfully.
It's really annoying, why didn't the Lord of Storms kill this guy just now! . Renekton glanced at Amon opposite with an expressionless face, his eyes suddenly deep, with a deep blue glow lingering.
Under his gaze, the transparent amber in Amon's hand instantly decomposed into dots of bright starlight, which dissipated in a very short time, leaving only a ball of black mist in Amon's hand.
Amon chuckled nonchalantly, flipping his fingers casually, hiding the black mist like a magic trick, and conjured up a cracked monocle.
Amon said with a joyful voice:
"Although a group of clones were lost, the Church of the Waves was truly stolen by me, thanks to your mysterious reappearance."
"I'm in a good mood today. In return, I plan to tell you some real and effective secrets. I think no secret peeper would dislike this kind of secret mystical knowledge."
Amon's mouth gradually raised a smile, completely ignoring Renekton's rejection. He chuckled and said:
"Do you know the Redemption Rose?"
"It seems that you know, and it is definitely not told to you by the traitorous dragon Herabergen. They can only cover up the true history in a despicable way."
The light in Renekton's eyes gradually brightened, and his thoughts became calmer, not allowing any unnecessary thoughts and emotions to float in his heart.
Amon glanced at him casually, smiled nonchalantly, and continued:
"This is the organization convened by Dark Night and Sasriel to assassinate my father. Among them are the current Seven Gods, the Angel King who once served my father, and some other guys. They conspired together in the Giant King's Court and killed my father."
"What is the name of the magic you created by drawing strength from this story? What is the effect?"
Renekton looked at Amon expressionlessly, and said in a tone without any fluctuations:
"Do you think I will use this mysterious reappearance?" Amon
's face had no extra expression, and he raised his eyebrows slightly and said:
"Why not use it? Don't you think it's more interesting to use this mysterious reappearance on them?"
Renekton was silent for a while, and he subconsciously thought of the scene of the trident in the hand of the Lord of Storms stabbing at him.
In just a moment, he sorted out his emotions and cleared the thoughts that suddenly surged in his mind.
"So this is the effect, which is very suitable for that group of traitors."
Amon said in a low voice, and the monocle with some tear marks in his hand turned into a ball of black mist at some point.
When? I was stolen again. Related thoughts? Renekton just diverged when he heard Amon's voice:
"Am I the kind of thief who frequently steals other people's things? I just committed a little fraud."
Renekton controlled his desire to complain, turned his eyes away from the characteristics of the apostle of desire in Amon's hand, and said casually: "Can your fraud turn non-existent things into real ones?"
"I am just a fraud, I can't just fantasize." Amon chuckled and shook his head, then continued:
"Do you want me to tell you some secret stories about steam? Guaranteed secret, guaranteed to be true."
Renekton pretended not to hear His words and spoke:
"Can you cheat the rules, or even cheat the world, so that people regard what happened in their dreams as real, and have some feedback be truly reflected on them?"
Amon reached out and pinched the monocle on his right eye, slowly curling up the corners of his lips, like a child who found his favorite toy, and said with some expectation in his voice:
"It's a very interesting idea, when I become a mistake, I must try it. This is really fun!"
"Now I can easily cheat the rules, but it's still a little difficult to cheat the world."
It's just a little difficult, not impossible. Renekton glanced at Amon, but couldn't observe any reaction from His face.
"When Steam became a true god, it had not yet digested its own Sequence One potion. He was forced to do so by the pressure of the Moss Ascetic Order." Knock
, knock,
Renekton tapped the table rhythmically, interrupting Amon's words.
The next moment, deep blue and purple eyes emerged from the surroundings. They emerged from the shadows, from the gaps, and from every dark corner. They
flashed with pure light, but were quite indifferent and without temperature.
In the pupil position of each eye, there were illusory symbols constructed by layers of overlapping gates, which established connections with different places in the spirit world.
Amon narrowed his eyes and said with an imperceptible emotion:
"You want to play hide-and-seek with me?"
"Interesting, how about we raise the stakes?"
As soon as Amon finished speaking, Renekton's figure suddenly became transparent and turned into a statue composed of countless starlight.
The statue shattered, and the bright starlight surged and dispersed into the surrounding eyes.
As the starlight began to surge, the eyes around him began to flicker, as if they were constantly disappearing and reappearing.
Amon slowly curled the corners of his lips, and held the black mist with his right hand. There was a constant flow of illusory, sticky black liquid from his hand, rushing to cover the surrounding starlight.
The moment these black liquids, which were condensed from various emotions and desires, appeared, the cold and indifferent eyes around him were stained with crazy emotions, and the speed of flickering suddenly increased.
"Hehe, this completely random spiritual world coordinate can indeed get rid of me to a great extent, but do you really dare to set foot in it?"
Amon's voice echoed in the room obscurely, arousing layers of restless emotions.
The eyes around him suddenly exploded, turning into clusters of bright starlight, directly covering the sticky blackness around him and covering Amon's figure.
Renekton's figure reunited in the starlight, and he held a white jade chess piece between his index and middle fingers of his right hand, pressing it gently in front of him.
Amon raised his hand to pinch the monocle at his eye position, and the speed of his movement suddenly slowed down, as if the flow of time on his body was slowed down.
It only lasted for a moment, and Amon's movements returned to normal.
"Interesting!" He sighed softly, and the starlight that filled the surroundings suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
Renekton was not surprised that Amon could solve the scene he created so quickly. He took a step back slightly, and a "door" instantly took shape behind him.
This "door" has no fixed connection point. As long as you step into it, you may appear anywhere in the spirit world.
As he retreated, Renekton's figure instantly sank into the "door".
He smiled at Amon, watching the distance between him and him disappear, and he entered the "door" together with him.
The surrounding scenery turned into rich and colorful overlapping blocks in an instant, as if entering a constantly twisting passage, constantly changing directions and retreating.
Amon's voice echoed in Renekton's ears without any hindrance:
"This randomness cannot get rid of me. I can easily change the position where I appear." Chapter 392 Church of Knowledge
After a moment, the layers of rich colors around faded away, and they came to a prayer hall dominated by brass, filled with tables and chairs.
On both sides of the hall, there was a row of neatly arranged bookshelves. At the deepest part of the hall, in front of Renekton and Amon, there was a holy emblem composed of an open book and an all-seeing eye, the holy emblem of knowledge and wisdom!
Renekton reacted instantly, ignoring the gazes cast around him, and turned his head to look at Amon on the side. He bowed slightly to Him in a gentle tone and with some teasing:
"Welcome to the Church of Knowledge! Mr. Amon~"
"Heh, we just stole the Church of Waves together, and you brought me to steal the Church of Knowledge?"
Amon said in a flat tone.
A glimmer of white light appeared on His right hand behind His back, and He squeezed it hard.
Crash~ The illusory sound of breaking echoed in the prayer hall, and wisps of black mist instantly filled the air, causing all kinds of dark and negative emotions and desires in people's hearts to rise rapidly.
A layer of yellowish light passed over the surface of the Holy Emblem of Knowledge and Wisdom, and the sound of pages flipping suddenly rang out around.
One after another, illusory books suddenly appeared in the air, and on each book there was a brass eye, as if it could see through everything.
A little bit of brass light quickly moved around, outlining one mysterious symbol after another, one eye after another.
During this process, the wisps of black mist that filled the hall around were quickly melted away, and a power that purified and soothed people's hearts filled the hall.
Wherever the brass light passed, a thumb-sized insect with twelve transparent segments was forced out of the void from time to time.
Renekton's eyes fell on Amon on the side, and His clone was dissolving rapidly.
Before it was completely melted, He stretched out his hand and pinched the monocle on his right eye, then took it off and threw it away.
The monocle turned into a white stream of light, breaking through the blockade in an unstoppable manner and flying into the distance.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Silver-white lightning with a tangible aura of brutal destruction suddenly appeared in the prayer hall.
As soon as Renekton raised his hand, the lightning suddenly stagnated, as if someone had pressed the pause button. The brass-colored light was stained with a little silver, and the lightning was directly disintegrated from the inside.
Along with the silver-white lightning, Amon's body beside him also disintegrated.
"Huh~ Well done!"
Renekton sighed softly and threw the milky white dice that he had been holding in his palm.
The dice swung in the air and fell back into his hand, with four points facing up!
Putting the probability dice back into his coat pocket, he turned around and looked at the priest who was praying devoutly beside him, chuckling and saying:
"Sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you. Do you need my help to clean up their memories?"
"No." The priest shook his head gently, rejecting Renekton's kindness.
As soon as the words fell, the priest's eyes suddenly lingered with a light blue glow, and quickly stained with a layer of dark gold.
An imperceptible wave of mind spread out from the priest, sweeping through every believer with the power of soothing people's hearts.
As the priest walked forward, he said in a gentle voice:
"You will subconsciously ignore what you just saw and heard. After you go back and have a good sleep, you will completely forget what happened just now."
Hypnosis at the sixth level of sequence, is this priest a scholar who has mastered a lot of psychological knowledge, or a mystic mentor?
As his thoughts floated, a layer of imperceptible glow floated in Renekton's eyes. He closed his spirituality to isolate the hypnosis and influence of the priest.
Renekton sat in front of the holy emblem of knowledge and wisdom, and prayed to the God of Knowledge in a serious posture.
After a while, the priest who had comforted the believers and asked them to leave the church sat next to Renekton. His tone was not emotional, but he said very calmly:
"You don't have to worry about this. I have received the Lord's prophecy before, and I know that you and Amon will appear in this church."
Prophecy, can the God of Knowledge also predict this in advance? Or, He just randomly picked a church, and under the push of the probability dice, I would naturally walk into this best choice. The probability is the latter.
While thinking, Renekton tilted his head and carefully looked at the priest next to him, and asked:
"What should I call it? What is this place?" He is not too old, about 30 or 40 years old. Although he has restrained his spirituality, judging from his performance when he used his extraordinary ability just now, he is most likely a scholar. His skin color is yellowish and rough. He is not the kind of scholar who often sits indoors to read. He should have been an adventurer in the past.
"This is Toscate Island."
"The church has just started to preach here in recent years. I am the bishop here, and I also work part-time as a priest and pastor. You can call me Bishop Laos, or Father."
So, I came here at the beginning? Accident? Or coincidence? I would have come here directly if I had known earlier. Haha, if I had known earlier, I would not have achieved the current effect.
As his thoughts raced, Renekton nodded slightly, and then introduced himself:
"Hello, Bishop Laos, my name is Al Tynes."
"I know you. The tyrant's church has issued a wanted notice for you throughout the five seas. Perhaps, it will soon spread to all countries. Anyone who dares to steal the Sea Wave Church with Amon!"
"They have always claimed that you are a member of the church. I didn't really believe it at first."
Laos responded with a chuckle, and there was undisguised admiration and praise in his eyes.
Renekton shrugged helplessly and said:
"If I don't find something fun for Amon to do, I'm afraid He will treat me as a toy."
Laos smiled politely, without commenting on it, and said:
"You can read a book here, or take a rest. This is the temple of knowledge. The Lord will bless every one of His believers."
Renekton nodded slightly, then stood up from his chair and walked to the clergy lounge behind the prayer hall.
Although it was a lounge, the layout here was more like a study room. There were many books on the bookshelves standing around, and there were two long desks facing each other.
Renekton picked up a copy of "Southern Continent Observations" from the bookshelf by the window, dragged a chair over, and quietly enjoyed the afternoon sunshine.
His fingers tapped lightly on the book, making a "tap, tap" sound, and his spirituality became active, examining himself again and again.
The Wheel of Fortune card disappeared. Was it stolen by Amon when I didn't notice it? It couldn't be the time of God's punishment. Although I was doomed by the probability dice at that time, Amon didn't have time to care about me. While thinking, he reached out and took out the milky white dice from his pocket.
Resisting the desire to turn it, Renekton's eyes flashed a deep blue and purple brilliance, and then became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm, losing focus and vast.
As he peeked into his fate, a somewhat blurry picture soon emerged in his mind:
in the vast whiteness, his body was instantly melted, and the Wheel of Fortune card began to become thinner and brittle, falling to the ground and landing on the gradually disintegrating probability dice. Together, they turned into a silver-white liquid.
The picture stopped here, and Renekton's eyes became clear again, and his gaze towards the probability dice in his hand became subtle. Coincidence? I prefer to believe that in the mysterious world, all coincidences are inevitable!
He used the Eye of Secrets to stare at the probability dice for a moment, and soon understood its positive and negative effects. The positive effect did not change, but there was one more negative effect. It would attract the holder and even the people around to turn it all the time, and this effect would become stronger as the carrying time increased.
"Do you need to seal it?" He condensed the probability dice in his hand and said to himself.
As soon as he finished speaking, the thumb of his left hand suddenly cramped, and the probability dice in his hand fell directly to the ground.
Ding! Ding~
After rolling on the ground for a distance, the probability dice gradually stopped, and finally five points were facing up!
"You just use five points to bribe me? Aren't you too cheap?"
Renekton complained softly.
The probability dice on the ground seemed to understand, and it shook twice again, and four points were facing up!
Damn! This dice has not only become smarter, but also has a worse temper.
With a word of complaint, Renekton bent down and picked up the probability dice. The probability dice was taken away by me. I wonder if a certain unborn baby will go to Klein to cry. Am I bullying a child?
While thinking, he took out a small square iron box from his pocket and found some paper in the lounge to fill it in. After ensuring that the probability dice would not rotate spontaneously in the small iron box due to shaking, he put the small iron box in his pocket with confidence. After
dealing with the matter of the probability dice, he flipped through the book in his hand and reviewed what happened today.
Although I had the misfortune of meeting Amon, at least I managed to escape. The most unlucky one was the Church of Storms, and even the Church of Sea Waves was stolen.
During this period of time, I will try not to show up at sea. The Storm Old Pigeons are probably all angry old pigeons now.
And Amon, His clone is definitely at the level of Sequence Three, and there should be many low-sequence clones hidden around. I don't know how He escaped the divine punishment of the Lord of Storms. I was annihilated the moment the divine punishment came, and I have no corresponding memory at all.
There is no irreconcilable conflict between Him and me. He is more interested in me, so he agreed when I proposed to steal the Church of Sea Waves. This is in line with His interest. Next time, I can ask Him to blow up the Church of Eternal Sun together, and I will take the opportunity to take away the characteristics of the Knowledge Emperor. Chapter 393 Dreams
At night, in a hotel in the Bayam dock area.
Klein lay on the bed in the hotel, thinking about where he should go after leaving Bayam, and fell asleep unknowingly.
In his dream, he came to a familiar tower. His eyes, which were originally a little confused, suddenly became clear and he woke up instantly.
Am I dreaming? Is it from the Storm Church's investigation of Bayam? Or Will Auceptin? It should be the latter. The former must be done with the help of magical items, and the Storm Church is not good at dreams.
While thinking, the wooden door in front of him creaked, and an empty baby carriage swayed out from the door.
Inside the stroller, there was only a silver-gray blanket, on which someone had written all over it in bloody, crooked words in Rune language:
"Woo woo woo~ Your friend stole my things!"
"He actually stole the things of an unborn baby. That's too much! That despicable, dirty, hateful thief, burglar!"
"The one who was hanging out with Amon is really not a good person! Leodro, that guy whose body is faster than his brain, didn't even kill the two thieves, and let them escape with the Sea Wave Church. It's so shameful!"
Looking at the words on the blanket, Klein seemed to see a baby crying loudly in front of him, accusing him of his own tragic experience.
"You know a lot." Klein sighed slightly.
Inside the stroller, on the silver-gray blanket, the blood-red words squirmed and soon formed a new sentence:
"The little dice that followed me for thousands of years are all lost. If I wasn't already in my mother's belly, I would have almost resurrected and went to settle accounts with them."
Just looking at these words, one can feel Will's resentment. Klein sighed in his heart, and then comforted him:
"Think about it on the bright side. Anyway, you haven't been able to keep that probability dice for thousands of years. If it's lost, just pretend it never happened."
On the silver-gray blanket, scarlet words were written with some blood that had not completely dried:
"Woo woo~ Is there anyone who can comfort people like you!"
"How about I go ask him for you?" Klein said helplessly.
As soon as he finished speaking, new words appeared on the silver-gray blanket on the stroller:
"Good!"
"He's here."
"He's here?" Klein asked in confusion, and followed his intuition to look behind him.
Bright starlight surged from outside the dream, directly crossing the boundary of the dream and appearing beside him.
The starlight quickly gathered into a ball, and Renekton's figure condensed from the starlight.
"Good evening~" His eyes lingered on Klein for a moment, and he nodded slightly to greet him.
Then he turned his eyes to the baby carriage beside him. The empty baby carriage only had a silver-gray blanket full of fierce Rune words:
"You shameless thief! You even bully unborn children!"
"That's my uniqueness! It's mine! Mine!"
"What did you do to the probability dice? I feel that the opportunity has completely disappeared!"
"Woo wow~"
Renekton reached out and rubbed his forehead lightly. He didn't know why, even though he only saw some words, he felt as if Will Auceptin had made a big fuss in front of him.
"Ahem~" He cleared his throat and said calmly:
"This matter was influenced by a higher level of destiny. The Probability Dice resisted but failed, and my Wheel of Fortune card was also eaten by that dice."
"The Probability Dice is in my hand now, but it has undergone some subtle changes. I think if you want to accommodate it now, the right opportunity will probably be at any time."
Inside the stroller, the words on the silver-gray blanket twisted for a long time before they took shape again:
"After accommodating the current Probability Dice, am I still myself?"
Renekton held the baby horizontally with his left hand and rubbed his chin with his right hand. He said in a hoarse voice:
"As long as you are lucky enough, you can become the Key of Light in one step."
"Besides, the Probability Dice has been with you for thousands of years, and it has begun to activate, but you have not found an opportunity to accommodate it. This already shows your luck."
"Shut up! Woohoo~" The words that emerged from the silver-gray blanket became large and distorted, like a sulky child.
Will Auceptin's reaction was somewhat beyond Renekton's expectations. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the empty crib in front of him. "He" has begun to restart, and there is no way to stop the process? So he can only negotiate with me in this way?
While thinking, he stretched out his right hand, and through the manipulation of dreams, he directly materialized the probability dice in his hand. He handed the probability dice in front of the crib and said:
"Do you want to try your luck? As long as it gives you five or six points, I think you can still try to accommodate it."
The silver-gray blanket in the stroller quickly emerged with the first word:
"I'm just an unborn child!"
"Also, keep it away from me, not even in dreams!"
Renekton's outstretched hand froze for a moment, then he withdrew it as if nothing had happened, and after letting the materialized probability dice in his hand disappear, he casually said:
"Anyway, you don't have a chance to accommodate the probability dice, so just consider it as selling it to me. How about I find a chance to snatch a portion of the characteristics of the mercury snake for you later?"
"Okay, it's a deal. Don't lie to children!"
This time the words on the blanket appeared quickly, as if they had been prepared long ago. Without giving Renekton a chance to react, the words disappeared, and new words immediately emerged:
"Long-term communication is not conducive to the growth of a baby. I'm going back to my mother's belly to sleep. Also, don't forget your promise!"
As the words in Rune language emerged one by one, the baby carriage directly reversed back into the tower. As the wooden door creaked shut, the dream was shattered.
At the moment the dream was shattered, thick green vines suddenly sprang up, covering the surrounding area like a rainstorm.
They intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, layer upon layer, and the top was not visible at all.
This space formed by pea vines briefly replaced Klein's previous dream, leaving the two of them in place.
Klein looked around, then turned to look at Renekton and asked:
"Have you completely gotten rid of Amon?"
Renekton nodded slightly, not wondering how Klein knew about the tug-of-war between him and Amon. He gently rubbed his fingers, creating pieces of bright starlight, which instantly condensed and formed two high-backed chairs.
He leaned leisurely on the high-back chair made of starlight, and spoke with a hint of sigh:
"I guess so. He followed me into the Church of Knowledge, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom directly cleared out all the remaining Time Worms, leaving only the monocle that escaped."
"Unfortunately, the Wheel of Fortune card I borrowed from Bernadette was swallowed by the Dice of Probability, and I don't know where to find a new Blasphemy Card to return to her."
"The Black Emperor Card?" Klein asked tentatively.
Renekton chuckled and shook his head, saying,
"No, I'd rather find the blasphemous card that corresponds to the Witch's Path and return it to Bernadette."
To some extent, it's not without reason that you can get along with Amon. Klein silently complained in his heart, then changed the subject and said,
"'Key of Light' is the source of the corresponding destiny path? It contaminated the probability dice?"
Renekton nodded slightly, clasped his hands and pondered,
"It can be said to be pollution, or it can be said that it deepens the activation of this uniqueness."
"The feedback I got after exploring through the Eye of Prying Eyes is that it is fitting in with this world little by little, by gradually bringing the surrounding things under its control, manipulating their probabilities, and establishing some kind of wonderful connection with the long river of destiny."
"What consequences will this bring? Can't it be sealed directly?"
Klein frowned slightly. He had an inexplicable premonition in his heart. This matter seemed to have some connection with him.
Renekton chuckled and shook his head, saying,
"The original method of sealing the probability dice is to use a specific seal to isolate it from the spiritual world, the astral world, and the real world, or to repeat the fate seal to a small extent, so that it is always in a dormant or quiet state."
"But now, its status has been further improved, and the former method is already difficult to achieve. As for the latter, I don't know if it will work, but only the mercury snake can do it."
"As for the consequences, if it is given enough time, it can affect the entire world, so that all the actions of all living beings are determined by the points it rolls, of course, except for the gods."
"In simple terms, it is to digitize the entire world, but this will take a long time. Even if the end of the world comes, it may not be able to do this."
Klein lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is already very dangerous."
"There is no object evolved by uniqueness that is not dangerous."
Renekton sighed softly, and he thought of the brass book of Trunsost that interfered with the underlying rules by formulating laws. Chapter 394 Mission
The two exchanged some information about the sea. When the topic was about to end, Renekton said:
"We will go to the world in the book in the next two days, and then I will go to the southern continent. The sea is no longer suitable for me to stay."
"All the pirates and adventurers on the sea will thank you for your decision. They finally don't have to worry about waking up in the middle of the night and suddenly finding themselves drowned by lightning and strong winds."
Klein made a small joke.
"Does it include you?" Renekton asked with a smile. Klein
looked up at the layers of green forests that could not be seen at the top, and said with some sighs:
"Those storms and lightnings are not as frightening to me as the Lord of Storms's call of 'Amon'."
The Loen settlement of Bayam.
Because of the previous battle between Renekton and Mahams here, the rich people who originally lived here were frightened. After discussing with the Church of Storms, they spontaneously raised funds and planned to rebuild a church belonging to Storms here.
Thick clouds covered the sky above Bayam, and from time to time a silver streak passed by, as if venting anger.
Alger walked under the dim street lights, and his thoughts could not help but spread. Although he had not yet visited the Sea Wave Church, the rumor had already reached his ears.
The Sea Wave Church in Bayam was stolen by someone from the Church of the Storm. In front of many punishers, clergy, and a bishop, the Sea Wave Church was stolen! The saints, angels, and even divine punishment of the church still fled with the Sea Wave Church.
Recently, things happened one after another on the sea. The church was simply provoked in the face by someone. Even an insignificant person like me felt a little exhausted.
While his thoughts were scattered, he had already walked to the newly built Storm Church. He
looked at the blue church in a daze. Although it was not as large as the Sea Wave Church, the new church was more gorgeous and more artistic.
Alger walked into the church. The layout inside made Alger slightly stunned. There was only one mural on the walls. The hall was illuminated by dim candles. Although the tables and chairs were exquisite, they were obviously not the style of a church.
Except for the Holy Emblem of Storm, everything here was moved here temporarily. It seemed that the dark clouds above Bayam would not dissipate for a year or two.
With a slight sigh in his heart, Alger walked towards the gray-haired figure who was kneeling in front of the Holy Emblem of Storm and praying. It was Chogori, the bishop of Bayam Diocese who was responsible for their infiltration of the pirates.
Alger stood behind Chogori and waited for a while until the other party finished praying. He bowed and greeted him in a voice that was somewhat sad and full of anger:
"Your Excellency the Bishop~"
Chogori then stood up from the ground and faced Alger. His eyes no longer had the spirit they had before, and became a little depressed and full of anger.
After a pause, he spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Don't call me Bishop anymore. I will exile myself for a period of time. This is to atone for my mistakes. During this period, I will no longer hold any position in the church."
"I summoned you here so late today because I have a new mission to pass on to you, and I also want you to make a handover with the next contact."
"What mission?" Alger asked in a deep voice.
Qiao Geli closed his eyes, as if he was sorting out his emotions.
After a moment, he opened his eyes again. There seemed to be a storm brewing in his blue eyes. His voice became majestic and angry:
"Look for two people. One of them has a crystal monocle in his right eye. He may not be a human, but may be an animal with a circle of conspicuous marks on his right eye. When you see him, don't act rashly or have extra thoughts. Just pray and the Lord will lower his gaze."
"As for the other one, he should have the ability to change his appearance, image and temperament. You need to pay attention to those who are always accompanied by starlight when using extraordinary abilities. He is most likely a member of the Moss Ascetic Order."
Amon? If I really meet Amon, I won't even have a chance to pray. Another person who can mix with Amon will never be weak. This is not a task I can complete. As his mind kept turning, Alger had decided to slack off. Anyway, it was normal that such a task could not be completed.
After making up his mind, Alger clenched his right fist and hit his left chest and said,
"I understand."
"May the storm be with you!"
Qiao Geli nodded slightly, and also clenched his fist and said to his left chest:
"May the storm be with you!"
After leaving the Azure Church, Alger followed Qiao Geli's instructions and went to the original location of the Sea Wave Church.
Along the way, the strong wind wrapped around his body and arrived at the Sea Wave Square at a very fast speed. Although it was already night, there were still many clergymen coming and going here. Everyone's expression revealed tiredness and busyness.
Alger slowed down his pace and walked to the edge of the square. The place in front should have been the Sea Wave Church, but now it was empty, and even the ground had sunk a layer.
"Alger Wilson?"
A steady and heavy voice sounded beside him. Alger quickly turned his head and saw a sturdy figure appear beside him. He was about forty years old, with hard and deep facial lines and well-defined muscles that supported the loose robes of the Storm Priest.
He had a pair of deep blue eyes, and his hair of the same color was twice as thick as that of a normal person, like strands of tentacles of a worm.
"Your Excellency, Sea King!"
Alger quickly realized who the other person was, and quickly bowed and saluted him.
A gentle breeze supported his body, and Sea King Yann Cotman said calmly:
"I will take over from Chogori and hand over to you."
After saying this, he looked at Alger quietly.
Being stared at by a demigod like this, Alger's back was soaked with a layer of fine sweat unconsciously. He took a deep breath and prepared to speak to break the silence.
The Sea King spoke faster than him:
"You can already be promoted to a Sequence 6 Wind-Favored Person. I'll give you a formula as an advance payment for this mission. You can collect potion materials during this time."
"If you fail to collect them, you can also directly exchange your accumulated contributions for the Wind-Favored Person potion from me."
"Yes, Your Excellency 'Sea King'!"
Alger's tone suddenly became excited, and his face showed an uncontrollable joy, as if he was willing to go through fire and water for the church.
The church wants to train more mid-sequence extraordinary people? But this is also good, I don't need to hide the fact that I was promoted to a Wind-Favored Person anymore.
"Sea King" Yann Kautman looked at Alger's reaction, nodded with satisfaction, and then said:
"Recently, there have been a series of incidents at sea, which has caused the church to be short of manpower, especially for mid- and high-sequence Beyonders. This is your chance."
As the "Sea King" spoke, a glimmer of light flashed in Alger's eyes. He clenched his right fist and hit his left chest hard, saying:
"May the storm be with me!"
Backlund North District, No. 7 Pinster Street.
Pieces of bright starlight poured out from the spirit world, gathered at the door and condensed into the figure of Renekton.
He took two steps forward and was about to ring the doorbell when the door was opened from the inside.
Leonard, wearing a homely white shirt and black trousers, looked at Renekton with an impatient look on his face. He curled his lips and turned his body to make way for a passage while saying:
"Why are you here again?"
"How rude, I came here at night to fit your nightmare's resting condition."
As he spoke, Renekton had already entered the house through the passage Leonard had made.
He walked straight to the fireplace in the restaurant, dragged a chair over and sat down, saying:
"Grandpa, do you want to guess who I met and what I did before I came here?"
"Hmph! Don't come to tease an old man like me if you have nothing to do."
Leonard said with a slightly dissatisfied voice of Pales.
Renekton smiled nonchalantly and said:
"Grandpa, you have to learn to be humorous. As an angel, don't you think Will Auceptin's humanity is much better than yours?"
"That unlucky little snake? If I were like Him, I don't know how many times I would have been caught by Amon."
Leonard showed a disdainful expression on his face, and his voice sounded old and hoarse.
Unlucky little snake? It seems that everyone knows that Will has bad luck. Renekton sighed in his heart. Chapter 395 Preparation
After a short silence, he cleared his throat and said seriously:
"I met Amon in Bayam, and then stole the Sea Wave Church with him."
"Of course, it was basically "Him" who was doing the work, and I just followed."
Leonard's expression froze instantly, and the expression of wanting to get angry froze on his face. A vigilant look quickly swept over everything around him, not even letting go of the tiny dust.
Renekton leaned back in his chair, and seeing that Leonard's expression had eased, he continued:
"Amon didn't follow me. The Lord of Storms' divine punishment destroyed most of His clones in the Rorsted Archipelago. The remaining time worms followed me to the Knowledge Church and were cleaned up by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Only the monocle ran away."
"Monocle? The storm failed to recover the stolen Sea Wave Church? Things are getting interesting."
"So, you ran back to the North Continent because you couldn't make it on the sea?"
Pallez's old voice came out from Leonard's mouth, with a sense of gloating.
Renekton ignored Pales' words and said,
"I'm here to inform you that I'm going to the book world in Groselle's Travels."
"Just let this kid go with you."
As soon as Pales' voice fell, Leonard's voice sounded:
"Why should I listen to your arrangements?"
"Then it's settled. See you at the Tulip Manor outside Backlund at 8 o'clock tomorrow night."
Renekton left a word, and his figure suddenly became transparent, then disintegrated, turning into points of surging starlight, rushing into the spirit world, and far away from here.
Leonard was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head slightly, and said in a low voice:
"Old man, old man"
Above the gray fog, in the magnificent ancient palace, deep red lights rose up, and several vague figures appeared on both sides of the mottled long table.
Renekton sat on a high-back chair belonging to the "White Tower". In front of him was a book bound in parchment on the mottled long table. On the dark brown cover was a line of ancient Feysac language: "Groselle's Travels".
"Justice" Audrey looked at the book in front of Renekton with curiosity, but could not see anything special about it. She sighed with some disappointment:
"Is this "Groselle's Travels"? It looks like a very ordinary book."
Klein, who was sitting in the "World" position, said in a low voice:
"This is normal. Many magical items have the characteristics of restraining spirituality and their own characteristics. When not actively triggered, they look the same as ordinary things, whether it is the appearance or the feedback that spirituality brings to us."
"Isn't it difficult to distinguish them from ordinary items? What if they are confused?"
"Magician" Fors subconsciously replied.
Renekton chuckled and explained:
"As long as the path and sequence are not particularly low in inspiration, there is nothing we can do about this."
"For example, there is a sequence in the path of the universalist called the appraiser. They can quickly identify magical items without divination. The peepers' peeping eyes are also very good at discovering this kind of hidden characteristics."
"Uh, I see."
Fors lowered his head in embarrassment. How could I ask such a stupid question?
"Justice" Audrey spoke at the right time to end Fors' embarrassment:
"Are we going to start exploring now? How do we enter the world in the book?"
Renekton shook his head gently and said:
"Not now. I plan to explore the world in the book tomorrow night. Today I want to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"Magician" Fors and "Justice" Audrey asked at the same time.
Renekton leaned back against the back of his chair and said slowly,
"This book will pull our bodies directly into the world in the book. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it's best for us to meet in reality and then enter the world in the book together."
"I will teach you a ritual to summon designated spirit creatures. I have already greeted them in advance. They will let the rabbits of knowledge that can lead people through the spirit world respond to the ritual."
"Rabbit of Knowledge?" Fors asked back curiously. This was a spirit creature that she had never seen in the Spirit World Records.
"Let the spirit creature lead us through the spirit world?" Audrey was puzzled, but she was more delighted. The ability to freely travel through the spirit world has always been an extraordinary ability that she envied.
If I can get the consent of the Rabbit of Knowledge, will I also have the means to travel through the spirit world in the future? Thinking of this, Audrey couldn't help but smile expectantly.
Klein asked directly in the hoarse and low voice of "The World":
"Can I reach a certain agreement with the Rabbit of Knowledge and ask it to take me to travel through the spirit world when needed?"
This is what I want to ask. Audrey's eyes flashed, and she turned her head to look at Renekton on the opposite side, waiting for his answer.
Renekton nodded slightly and chuckled, saying,
"Yes, but you need to negotiate with them yourself. Their thinking is slow, and they can't understand too complicated descriptions. Try to keep it simple when communicating."
"They like to pursue knowledge. You can exchange knowledge that they haven't mastered yet, and they usually won't be rejected."
Fors' eyes lit up, and she asked curiously,
"Like to pursue knowledge? Is that why they are called rabbits of knowledge? Don't they look like rabbits?"
She had seen many creatures in the spirit world when she used the bracelet to travel through the spirit world before, but most of them looked strange, and the word "curious" was not enough to describe the appearance of creatures in the spirit world.
Renekton nodded slightly, and then continued,
"I also invited a nightmare to join this exploration. We will go to the spiritual world of the world in the book, which is also my main purpose."
"Nightmare? Is this also the name of a certain sequence? I used to think that this was a state of sleep, and after becoming a Beyonder, I thought it was the name of a monster."
Audrey adhered to the good quality of asking questions when she had them, and asked about the information about the nightmare with some curiosity.
"This is the path that corresponds to the Goddess of Night. They can freely enter and exit the dreams of every sleeping person in a very large range."
"World" Klein introduced in a flat voice.
Mr. "World" is also very knowledgeable. He should not be a knowledge-based Extraordinary Path like Mr. "White Tower". This shows that he is a mature and even sophisticated Extraordinary. Audrey listened and analyzed Klein's trumpet in her mind.
Renekton looked around and saw that no one objected to him pulling someone outside the Tarot Club. He then continued:
"After we meet, I will exert a certain secret effect, which can blur everyone's judgment like this gray fog. Even if you enter the world of the book, it will not disappear."
"Okay."
"Yes."
Audrey and Fors nodded in response.
After a conversation above the gray fog, Mr. "Fool" sent everyone away without showing up.
In the Tulip Manor on the outskirts of Backlund, Renekton was leaning on the sofa next to the fireplace in the restaurant.
As soon as he opened his eyes, his inspiration was touched. Following his intuition, he turned his head to look to his left hand side. A piece of light yellow paper with sun patterns was lying there quietly.
Renekton picked up the paper and stood it upright in front of him:
Good evening, Mr. Tynes:
Even though I am traveling around, I have heard about your deeds at sea. If I were still young, I would think it was cool and even become your admirer. Unfortunately, I am old now. Every time I hear such rumors, I just think it is too risky.
I think it is necessary to remind you that the Storm Church, as one of the Orthodox Churches, has a background beyond imagination, whether it is the extraordinary people or the sealed objects. It is not a wise thing to provoke them too frequently.
I have recently returned to Jianhai County. During this period of travel, as well as some of the heritage left by the Abraham family, I have recorded enough extraordinary abilities and local scenery and folk customs, completing the role of the recorder.
After experiencing too many changes, the Abraham family no longer has the characteristics of the planeswalker, and the extraordinary materials of this path are relatively rare. I can't collect them all in a short time.
I would like you to help me keep an eye out for two extraordinary materials, namely: the secondary eye of the trickster, and the tentacles of the spirit world stalker.
The traveler's promotion ceremony requires the establishment of special coordinates in four completely different and far-flung places deep in the spirit world.
I will go to the spirit world soon to find a suitable place. Before that, I would like you to record some high-level extraordinary abilities to face possible dangers.
Lawrence Nord Abraham!