Chapter 406 Leaving the World in the Book
When several people were in a stalemate, Renekton coughed lightly, attracted everyone's attention and said:
"Ahem, do you want to hear my advice?"
"The most suitable places to collect lifespans are the more chaotic sea and the southern continent, but now the Storm Church on the sea is a bit violent, and the southern continent where warlords are divided and colonized by various parties is relatively safe."
"If this ascetic monk goes there, he can also get help from the Church of the True Creator over there. It should be your best choice."
Snowman shook his head and explained in a calm voice:
"I will not deprive others of their lives for no reason. Stealing others' lifespans is an evil act and is despised by the Lord."
"Hehe, believer of the false god, then you just stay in this book world and rot and stink!"
Siatas said irritably and sneered.
Snowman lowered his head and ignored what Siatas said. He spoke in a calm prayer-like voice:
"The Lord is merciful and great. He created everything and is the source of all greatness."
"Humph! He is just a false god who stole the power of the storm!"
Siatas' voice became a little rougher, and there were signs of lightning jumping on her black hair.
"Siatas, calm down, calm down~"
Mobet quickly stepped forward to persuade Siatas, and Longzel, who was standing next to Snowman, pulled away the ascetic monk who was still praying silently.
Fors and Audrey looked at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't tell whether the relationship between these people was good or bad.
Renekton shook his head slightly, looked at Snowman and said:
"Your lord should need some help now. He is short of manpower, and there are many believers of the evil god who need to be cleared out. Most of them are extraordinary people of alien paths who indulge in desires."
Snowman looked at Renekton calmly. After a long while, when Renekton wondered if he needed a notarization, he turned his gaze to Mobet and said calmly:
"I don't know how to steal other people's lifespans."
"Neither do I. This is a method that only the Sequence One Time Worm has, but the old man must have a way."
Mobet patted Snowman on the shoulder and said with a relaxed smile on his face.
Leonard's eyes swept over the calmed Siatas, and finally fell on Mobet, and the old voice of Pales came out:
"I will give you a magical item, but you'd better not leave the sight of your master, it is very likely to attract Amon's clone due to the aggregation effect."
Renekton standing aside said his plan:
"I will arrange for him to follow Sasriel. After all, he is a person from the Third Age, and it is difficult for him to integrate with others."
Snowman's eyes fell on Renekton and Leonard, pursed his lips, and finally did not speak. Perhaps the master has really returned, or will return soon.
While thinking, he made a prayer gesture again, praying devoutly to the ancient sun god.
Renekton looked around, then walked towards the dark blue door covered with mysterious patterns and said,
"Let's leave first. You can come back to play after I transform this world in the book."
"Don't worry, there will no longer be a place like the Hall of Honesty."
"Judging from your tone, Mr. 'White Tower', you are not sincere when you say this."
Audrey lifted her skirt and said happily.
Backlund, in the restaurant of Tulip Manor.
A mysterious door formed by dark blue light suddenly opened, and Renekton, Klein and others walked out of it one after another. After moving his body a little, Renekton walked to his previous seat and sat down. He reached out and touched the coffee cup in front of him. As expected, it had already cooled down.
"The speed of time in the book world and the real world is the same."
Klein said without any fluctuation in his tone. This was his intuition as a fortune teller.
"It was really a dreamlike experience, especially that hall."
Fors sighed and suddenly fell silent. She looked at Klein with some hesitation. Seeing that he didn't react, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hehe," Renekton couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene. Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by him, he chuckled and said,
"Ms. 'Magician', you actually control your inner thoughts quite well, at least much better than the two gentlemen next to me."
While speaking, he rubbed his fingers casually, creating dots of bright white and golden light.
These dots of light fell into the cups of coffee on the table in front of him, and the coffee that had already cooled down instantly became hot, and wisps of light white mist floated up.
Leonard regained control of his body. He leaned on the side of the sofa in a casual manner and brought the topic to the code names of Renekton and the others:
"I'm curious, why do you use tarot cards as your code names? Why didn't anyone choose the Emperor card? Is it because it doesn't sound good enough?"
Test whether there is a black emperor among us? Even if you know, you can't find any of us.
As his thoughts floated, Klein picked up the coffee cup in front of him expressionlessly and held it in his hand. Although he didn't feel cold because of the sun brooch, it was also because of this that he lost a lot of heat in his body.
I must warm up my body as soon as possible, otherwise I will probably freeze to death when I take off the sun brooch.
"As a fan of mysticism, isn't it normal to use tarot cards as code names?"
Audrey's expression and tone were just right.
Leonard looked at Audrey with some suspicion. Did I guess wrong? No, she is an extraordinary person of the audience path, who is best at guessing other people's minds. This may just be her deliberate performance.
Renekton's spirit was suddenly touched. He turned his head to look at the light door that had not yet disappeared, and chuckled and said,
"Someone is coming out."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in an extremely simple white robe walked out of the book world.
His face had many wrinkles but he was not old. He had brown hair, and his shoulders, arms, calves and feet were all exposed, covered with various old scars. It was the ascetic monk Snowman.
As soon as he appeared, his movements suddenly stiffened, and his face aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Dong!
An illusory bell suddenly sounded, echoing in everyone's ears, as if time had stopped under this sound. The
flames in the fireplace next to him stopped jumping, and the ascetic monk Snowman, who was aging rapidly and almost dying, suddenly stopped aging.
Dong~ Another melodious bell sounded.
The old and mottled clock above Leonard's head turned one grid counterclockwise, and the mysterious symbol on it symbolizing time flashed a blurred brilliance.
Snowman's face suddenly began to grow against time. His gray and dry hair turned back to a healthy brown color. The age spots, dark pigments and wrinkles on his face were fading rapidly. The yellow skin exposed on his forearms, shoulders and calves was also recovering rapidly.
It was amazing! This was simply a miracle! Is this the power of an angel? It can easily change a person's life and state. Audrey witnessed the changes in Snowman and couldn't help sighing in her heart.
Fors supported her cheeks with both hands, and her thoughts were a little absent-minded. Today's experience can already allow me to write several novels. The story between the nobles and the elves of the Fourth Epoch, the adventure of a knight and a giant, and the wonderful spiritual world, the inspiration suddenly came in an endless stream.
Stealing time and lifespan, the thief is really weird in the later stage. If I meet Amon head-on, will He directly enter the place above the gray fog through me, or directly steal the source castle?
As his thoughts wandered, a thought suddenly flashed through Klein's mind: The old man in Leonard's body could easily steal other people's thoughts, and he could definitely use this to read their minds. My mental activities tonight have completely exposed Klein's identity to Him! Chapter 407 Mother Card
I just realized this now, because the corresponding thoughts were stolen directly before? Will He tell Leonard? Klein's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously. He turned his head slightly and looked at Leonard, whose body was controlled by the thief, the angel.
While everyone's thoughts were floating, Snowman had basically returned to his previous appearance, but his brown hair had turned a little gray, and there were more wrinkles on his face.
"You still have twenty years to live, and even if you are promoted to a demigod in the future, you can't increase it unless you become an angel."
Pallez's old voice came from Leonard's mouth.
Then he stretched forward and made a grabbing and pulling motion, and a half-meter-long picture frame was taken out by him.
The back of the picture frame was facing up, and there was nothing special about it.
"Don't point the front of this frame at anyone, or yourself."
"When using it, infuse it with spirituality, and point the front of the frame at a living creature for more than half a minute, and it will take effect."
Pales briefly explained and fell silent. Leonard looked around as if he had suddenly woken up. After noticing the dark frame in Snowman's hand, he subconsciously moved away from that direction.
West Balam, Southern Continent, near the Pas River Valley.
The figures of Renekton and Snowman were quickly outlined in a house with dim firelight. Before that, he had sent Klein, Audrey, and Fors back to their respective residences.
This was a study room. Opposite the desk, Sasriel, who was wearing a gorgeous black robe, looked up at Renekton and Snowman. His eyes stayed more on Snowman and the frame in his hand.
After a brief silence, Sasriel sighed, raised his right hand slightly, and pulled out a layer of illusory shadow curtain, covering the frame in Snowman's hand.
"This is something left by Amon. Try not to use it. He may notice it, and it has a strong negative effect."
"Just stay with me for now. It's already the Fifth Epoch, and you should need a lot of time to adapt."
Sasriel said in a calm voice, and took his eyes off Snowman, as if he had expected everything.
"Yes, Your Highness the Dark Angel!"
Snowman's words had a sacred feeling like a pilgrimage.
Renekton tilted his head slightly, and looked at Snowman's reaction, and some thoughts came to his mind. It seems that Sasriel, the "Vice-King of Heaven", had a very special status in the past, because he could directly represent the will of the ancient sun god?
Snowman walked behind Sasriel with a solemn and serious feeling, and stood quietly beside him. He lowered his head and seemed to start praying again.
Sasriel's eyes fell on the map of the southern continent that occupied half of the wall opposite him, and his voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard:
"Where do you plan to start and insert yourself into the conflict in the southern continent?"
Renekton turned and looked at the map behind him. As his eyes wandered, he took two steps forward and pointed to the Pas River Valley area and said:
"Pas River Valley is a high-quality coffee bean producing area. It is relatively wealthy compared to other areas and has a mature economic system. It is currently in the midst of a dispute between Intis and Loen, but the Church of Knowledge has also intervened in the dispute here."
"This will inevitably attract believers of the Storm and the Sun. The Church of Knowledge is not strong enough to confront so many forces head-on, and they may not be willing to participate in it. God and the Church of God are not completely the same."
Sasriel sighed and paused, then continued:
"I will let Leo Master help you contact the local forces in West Balam. You can choose to help them reclaim their land, or provide some necessary assistance. This is the most reasonable way to intervene."
"Leo Master?" Renekton asked in confusion. He had some impression of this name. It seemed that he was a saint of the Aurora Society who was trapped in the ruins of the War of Gods. "He is the Black Saint and the person in charge of the Aurora Society's missionary work in West Balam."
Sasriel nodded slightly and explained. As he spoke, his right hand gently tapped the table, making a "tap, tap" sound.
A moment later, a thick shadow surged out from the corners and cracks of the room, quickly gathered into a ball, and flooded up like a stream of water, wriggling and twisting in the air to condense into a human figure.
It was a man with a weathered face. He had deep wrinkles on his forehead, eyes, and mouth, but his hair was black and shiny without a single silver strand. There was a hint of madness in his dark brown eyes.
"Your Highness!" As soon as Leo Master's figure solidified, he turned sideways and bowed to Sasriel.
"You guys can communicate, I'll go deal with the problems of those original moon believers."
Sasriel nodded slightly. After a brief exchange, his figure suddenly turned into a dark mass, and he left the room with Snowman behind him.
Renekton turned his head to look at the Black Saint in front of him, and asked in confusion:
"A follower of the original moon?"
Leo Master sighed and nodded, and a tired look appeared in his crazy eyes. He walked to the window and said:
"Recently, a madman who claims to be a follower of the Great Mother appeared in West Balam. He should be an ancient alchemist and is very hostile to all foreign forces in the southern continent."
"In addition to his demigod strength, the most terrifying thing about him is the pollution from the original moon. He can actively pass this pollution to the surrounding things, whether they are living or dead."
"This pollution level is extremely high. If ordinary extraordinary people are infected, they will either lose control and become monsters that only know how to reproduce, or directly degenerate into minions of evil gods. Only His Majesty the Dark Angel can remove it."
Followers of the Great Mother? Has the fallen mother goddess's erosion of this world reached this point?
As his thoughts floated, Renekton's inspiration was suddenly touched. His eyes instantly became extremely deep, lost focus, and were vast, like the sea before a storm.
A blurry picture emerged in his mind. It was a tarot card. The card showed a voluptuous woman with her breasts exposed, leaning against a thick tree trunk, holding a baby in her arms, surrounded by many small animals, and a lively look.
The woman had long curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and facial features that were somewhat similar to Bernadette. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, like a loving mother looking at her child.
In the upper left corner of the card was a line of words "Sequence 0: Mother"!
Renekton suddenly came back to his senses, and a tingling sensation came over his head, making it difficult for him to even recall the content of the blasphemous card he had just seen. Something was
wrong. This was my spiritual intuition warning me not to think about the Mother card!
"What's wrong?" Leo Master looked at Renekton with some confusion, and asked in a puzzled voice.
Renekton paused for a moment before shaking his head and saying,
"It's okay. I was suddenly touched by the spirit and was able to predict some scenes."
"I roughly know what's going on with the Great Mother's Favored One."
"Oh?" Leomaster looked at Renekton with interest, waiting for his next words.
"A blasphemous card, a contaminated blasphemous card. I will discuss this matter with the people of the Church of the Earth. They are the most anxious about the things that pollute this path."
Leomaster nodded slightly without comment, and then began to explain to Renekton the current situation in West Balam. Chapter 408 Luca Brewster
The next morning, Renekton changed into a modern scholar's outfit, wearing a pair of decorative brass-framed glasses on his nose, holding a book bound in parchment in his hand, and walked on the streets of Impas City across the Pas River Valley.
This is the area occupied by the local warlord Mesanyes, and it is also a local force supported by the Church of Knowledge and part of the Spiritual Cult led by Planck Eggers.
Because of the existence of the Church of Knowledge, the indigenous people here are obviously more educated than people in other places. In addition to Dutan, most of them also master Rune. Some of the more commonly used words in Intis will not cause much communication barriers.
In the sky, a crow with shiny black feathers circled and landed on Renekton's shoulder. The pedestrians around seemed to have not seen this scene at all, and no curious eyes were cast.
Anu the crow leaned his head close to Renekton's ear and asked softly,
"Boss, where is that fat rabbit? I haven't seen it for a long time."
"I asked it to go to the Natural Church over at the Harvest Plains to pass on a message for me, and by the way, asked it to ask how to play the role of a harvest priest. It hasn't digested the potion it took yet."
Renekton answered casually, and suddenly stopped.
In front of him, in a place that looked like an open-air square, an old man in a plain white robe with brass threads was giving a lecture to children and young people who were sitting in several rows around him.
Most of the people listening to the lecture were young people around 10-20 years old, and there were also some people who were approaching or already middle-aged. Judging from their clothes, they were not from very wealthy families.
Children from lower-middle-class poor families, and middle-aged people who wanted to learn some knowledge to help them find a better job. This venue looked a bit sloppy, more like the bishop was taking time to give extra lessons to children who were willing to learn, and then gradually attracted more people to come.
I always feel that this style of painting is not in line with the southern continent. Renekton sighed in his heart and walked aside silently.
Without waiting too long, the bishop of the Church of Knowledge announced the end of today's class. The people who were originally listening to the class quietly almost trotted away from here, as if they had something important to do.
"They still need to go to work, or go home to help their parents share some of the labor. It is not easy to take some time to listen to my lectures."
A somewhat old but unusually gentle voice sounded.
Renekton looked sideways and saw that the bishop of the Church of Knowledge had already walked over with the textbook he had compiled. His hair was already completely white and combed very neatly. He had a pair of impressive gray-green eyes. Compared with the identity of the bishop, Renekton felt that he was more like a kind and somewhat serious and old-fashioned professor in the university.
"Good morning, Bishop Brewster."
Renekton chuckled and greeted the other party.
The other party was a clergyman in charge of West Balam affairs in the Church of Knowledge. He was also a demigod, a bishop of the Church of Knowledge.
"Good morning, Mr. Tynes. I have received the oracle and will cooperate with you in some actions in West Balam."
Luca Brewster smiled gently. There was not much ups and downs in his tone, and there was a sense of official business.
Without waiting for Renekton to ask, he continued to talk on his own:
"There has been a split within the Spiritual Cult again. Under the leadership of the saint named Prak Eggers, some of them advocate the development of the southern continent, strengthening themselves, and gradually getting rid of the colonization situation."
"This is where we initially tried to cooperate, and the effect is quite good. Ordinary people here are no longer as opposed to foreign beliefs as before. Most of them acquiesce to the spread of knowledge."
Renekton nodded slightly. He had learned about these things from Mr. Prak. After thinking for a moment, he turned and asked:
"In addition to the official forces of Loen and Intis in the Pas River Valley, are there other local forces involved?"
Luca Brewster chuckled and said,
"Behind every warlord here is a force. Intis and Loen are just the two most conspicuous and fiercely contested parties on the surface."
"In addition to them, the Highland Resistance, the 'Royal Faction' and the 'Artificial Death Faction' in the Spiritual Cult have all interfered with the situation here."
"There are also believers of the original moon. Led by that crazy evil god's followers, they reject all forces, and at the same time are rejected by all forces."
During the conversation, the two approached the Church of Knowledge. The area used for prayer in the hall was not very large. The rest of the space was filled with bookshelves and rows of long tables and chairs. It looked like a library far better than a church. Luca Brewster noticed Renekton's look around, and he smiled casually and said,
"After getting the support of Mr. Prak, many more people are willing to come here to study. The area left in the church is far from enough, so I changed the layout here."
Renekton nodded slightly. As expected of the Church of Knowledge, this kind of behavior in other churches can be regarded as disrespect to the gods. The grumpy old man might directly send the person to the court of trial.
The two of them found a seat and sat down casually. Renekton looked around and saw that many people were reading quietly.
There were at least two books in front of them, one of which was a dictionary that translated Dutan language and other languages, and the other was the book they were reading.
Renekton looked at it for a while and then retracted his gaze. He pressed his right hand on Groselle's Travels, tapping the brown cover gently, and said thoughtfully:
"They are reading some books introducing the countries of the Northern Continent. Are they planning to go to the Northern Continent later?"
"They are members of the Chamber of Commerce established by Prak Eggers, and they are mainly engaged in trade between the Northern and Southern Continents."
Luca Brewster nodded slightly and explained.
Renekton nodded in understanding, and then changed the subject:
"To spread knowledge on a large scale, the church should not have enough manpower here, right?"
Luca Brewster nodded slightly, and inevitably showed a distressed look on his face. This was also what bothered him.
It was obviously unrealistic to want to dispatch people from Lenburg, Ma Xi and other places. Because of the special nature of the Church of Knowledge, the staff has always been tight. Sending too many people to the Southern Continent rashly would also cause some overreactions from the Church of Storm and the Church of the Eternal Sun.
Renekton leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of the chair, and said with a slight smile on his face:
"I can summon a group of knowledge rabbits. Although they are a little dull, they can simply copy books, write books, and repeat the monotonous explanation of knowledge without any problem."
"Knowledge rabbits?" Luca Brewster was slightly stunned. He naturally had some understanding of this kind of spiritual creatures that pursue knowledge.
After thinking for a moment, his voice became serious:
"Summoning spiritual creatures also has limitations. Even weak spiritual creatures like knowledge rabbits do not require too much spirituality, and it is not something that ordinary people can accomplish. Moreover, a person can only summon one spiritual creature at a time."
"Are you going to promote that new system in the southern continent now? This will make all forces focus on us."
"Anyway, it's only a matter of time, isn't it?"
"Besides, this is a system unique to knowledge, and we don't mind spreading it to other sects."
Renekton responded with a chuckle.
Luca Brewster lowered his head upon hearing this, a silvery white flashed across his grey-green eyes. After a moment, he said in a deep voice,
"I will support your decision."
"You, me, plus the cooperating Prak Eggers, are three demigods. As long as there is no direct intervention from the angels, there won't be too many obstacles."
Renekton nodded slightly, without dwelling on this topic for too long, and turned to ask about the information of the Moss Ascetic Order.
Luca Brewster recalled a little, and then he spoke directly,
"You can ask Mr. Prak Eggers, he seems to have some cooperation with the Moss Ascetic Order."
"I have seen the assistant beside him before, he is most likely a member of the Moss Ascetic Order." Chapter 409: Followers of the Great Mother
After communicating with Luca Brewster of the Church of Knowledge for a while, Renekton said goodbye and left.
He walked casually on the street, curiously looking around. This was his first time in the southern continent, and he was curious about everything here.
The skin color of people in the southern continent is generally darker bronze, and Renekton is very conspicuous when walking here. There will always be curious, malicious, or envious eyes falling on him.
From time to time, local residents will carry coffin-like vehicles on the street, and sometimes they will stop and invite Renekton to ride.
In the shops on both sides of the street, eyes will fall on Renekton from time to time, as if hoping that he can go in and buy something.
Why has my spiritual intuition become so sensitive to the emotions contained in the eyes around me?
Gah~
While thinking, he heard the loud cry of Anu, the crow above his head.
Renekton looked up at the crow hovering in the air, and his eyes followed its gaze to a middle-aged man who looked like a homeless person at the corner of the street in front.
Renekton's eyes darkened slightly. He saw some signs of incoordination in the other person.
A middle-aged man with a strong body and normal intelligence did not look like someone who would become a homeless person. His spirit had an extremely old feeling and was incompatible with this body.
While thinking, he raised his hand to the air and then quickly followed the figure of the homeless man.
The crow Anu glided straight from the air and landed on his shoulder.
"Boss, that man's soul seems to be dying, but his body is very healthy, as if his life was infinitely extended at the moment of death."
"His body and soul are very harmonious, and there is no sign of evil spirits. It's interesting." Renekton pondered and quickened his pace.
When passing a corner, he casually dragged a piece of quiet night to cover himself, miraculously covering all his traces and breath.
He followed the strange homeless man at a moderate speed, and followed him out of the city, watching him walk towards the big river in the center of the Pas River Valley like a pilgrim.
"Boss, he seems to be going to commit suicide."
Crow Anu stood on Renekton's shoulder and said in a strange tone.
Renekton nodded gently, and his figure suddenly blurred, faded and disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in front of the homeless man.
Before the other party could react, he turned his wrist like a magician and condensed a burning match.
The moment the homeless man saw the flame on the match, he fell into hallucination.
Renekton gently rubbed his fingers, creating a little starlight, which sank into the other party's head and affected his thoughts.
In the illusion, he had already come to the wide Pass River in the middle of the Pass River Valley.
He ignored all the unreasonableness and prayed like a pilgrim:
"Great Mother, the root of all things, the unique red moon, the symbol of life and beauty"
As he recited, Renekton felt that the environment he created was affected by some unknown influence and began to evolve in an uncontrollable direction.
While praying, the homeless man stepped into the long river in front of him.
As he moved, the originally calm river began to undergo unknown changes, as if it was gradually coming alive and establishing a connection with a great being.
Figures began to emerge around them, and they also walked towards the Pas River like a pilgrim. They were either male or female, but without exception, they all had relatively young and strong bodies and old souls.
The river water had a strange green hue, and distorted human faces were constantly floating. The river surface began to rise uncontrollably, as if the river was reproducing itself.
Ziz~ Renekton reached out and extinguished the match in his hand, directly interrupting the uncontrolled illusion.
As the illusion ended, the homeless man in front of him suddenly woke up. He was dazed for a moment, and then stared at Renekton with resentment, like a fanatic seeing a blasphemer.
"Who are you?" His voice was very hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time.
"Believer of knowledge, who are you?"
Renekton's tone was very soft, with a hint of bewitching, and his words were mixed with subtle spirituality, disturbing the other party's thoughts and affecting the other party's judgment.
The middle-aged homeless man in front of him was just an ordinary person. Although a little strange, he was still just an ordinary person. He was completely unable to resist the bewitching in Renekton's words. He just struggled for a moment and said:
"I am. Ross."
". A believer of the Great Mother."
"What are you doing?" Renekton continued to ask.
Ross's expression suddenly became extremely pious and extremely fanatical, and he even resisted Renekton's influence on his spirit.
He looked in the direction of the Pas River and said fanatically:
"I am returning to the mother's arms!"
"Returning to the mother's arms for what?"
Renekton continued to ask without any ups and downs, but the spirituality mixed in his words became stronger.
"Welcome to the new life!"
"The Pas River is our mother river. It gave birth to the life of this land. We return here when life ends and walk out of the river when life is born."
"He is the incarnation of the great mother who gave birth to everything on this continent. He is the unique red moon, the symbol of life and beauty."
Renekton's spirit suddenly warned, and his body suddenly became transparent, turning into a transparent statue made of bright starlight, and then shattered in an instant, turning into dots of starlight, and carrying the crow Anu on his shoulder away from the original place.
A scalpel flashing with silver-white cold light suddenly appeared at the position where Renekton was just now.
"Huh?. Quick reaction!"
"You can actually transform yourself into a starlight state? Are you one of those crazy people in the Moss Ascetic Order?"
"I really want to study the difference between the structure of the extraordinary people of your path and ordinary people."
The homeless man in front of him suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person, with morbid madness flashing in his light green eyes, and blood vessels on his body bulging out one by one, as if something was about to rush out.
Starlight gathered in the air, and Renekton's figure condensed from the starlight, and a faint purple glow floated in his eyes.
In the field of vision of the Eye of Secrets, he saw the invisible thin lines spreading from the flesh of the middle-aged man, which entangled his spirit and wrapped it into a white silkworm chrysalis.
A somewhat distorted and hideous human face was looming on the silkworm chrysalis, and it was like a possessed vengeful spirit, easily controlling this body.
These thin lines twisted into a thick vine and rushed straight into the sky, vaguely connected to a piece of crimson things. Renekton immediately retracted his gaze, and the intuition of the prophet prevented him from peeking more.
Renekton looked at the puppet in front of him without any expression, and said with a sigh:
"It's really hard to accept that a madman calls you a madman."
While speaking, he gently poked his fingers, and a layer of shadow fell like a curtain covering everything. The originally bright sunlight dimmed instantly, and even the temperature around dropped a lot.
One by one, cold and indifferent eyes emerged from the shadows, and their icy gazes fell on the puppet in the middle, as if all secrets could be revealed in these gazes.
Depravity and madness filled the air in an instant, infecting everything around them.
The puppet being manipulated on the opposite side looked around casually, his eyes full of inquiry. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Renekton had no doubt that he would dissect and study every eye that grew out of the surrounding shadows.
Is this the mother's dependent? No wonder he is called a lunatic, he is really crazy. The way he turned this man into his puppet seems to be to plant his own flesh and blood with divinity in this body. I don't know how many parts he has divided himself into.
Even for a demigod, divinity is limited. Once the limit is exceeded, it will instantly go out of control and go crazy. Is he treating himself as a collection of insects from the Gou San family? Chapter 410
Encounter While thinking, Renekton saw that the blood vessels on the other person's body were suddenly burst, and a pool of dark green and almost black liquid was sprayed everywhere, emitting a strong stench, just like the sewage in the ditch.
Under the eyes of prying secrets, Renekton directly saw through the essence of these sewage. They were simply bacteria and viruses gathered together, multiplying and spreading at an incredible speed. In just a moment, they spread throughout the area.
As the blood vessels burst, the body of the puppet instantly became dry, as if all its nutrients were used to supply these viruses.
He said in a low and hoarse voice:
"This is just an insignificant clone of mine. Just treat it as a gift to you. I will give you a bigger gift next time we meet."
Boom!
A blazing white spear with a golden and red tail instantly pierced the other person's body, exploded instantly, and set off a wave of red fire.
The high temperature wrapped in the fire wave burned everything around, and the black liquid formed by bacteria and viruses on the ground was instantly evaporated.
Renekton raised his body and waited for a moment, his brows gradually furrowed. He was not completely cleared. How did he cultivate this kind of bacteria with vitality?
As his thoughts floated, Renekton spread his hands with his palms facing down, creating pieces of brilliant starlight. These starlights instantly shone with pale golden light, spreading out layer by layer, carrying a strong sun breath and purifying power, gradually purifying the bacteria and viruses below.
After doing all this, his body twisted in mid-air and disappeared instantly.
On the ground three or four hundred meters away, a lavender eye suddenly appeared. The position of the pupil was an illusory symbol composed of layers of doors. The eye twisted for a moment and turned into Renekton's figure.
This was the mark he had reserved before. As long as he was within a certain range, he could use these marks to teleport himself.
In mid-air, the crow Anu flapped his wings and flew over, landing on Renekton's shoulder as always.
"Boss, where are we going next?"
"Let's go to the river. I hope the river has not been polluted yet, otherwise the previous plan will end early before it even starts."
Renekton answered with a frown. He had a feeling that the situation was about to get out of control.
Crow Anu nodded humanely, and then said:
"That person just now was a little scary, and there was also a feeling of disgust."
"Hate? Why?" Renekton tilted his head slightly and looked at the crow standing on his shoulder.
"He is a person who does not respect death. I instinctively hate him."
Crow Anu shook his head, as if he was not very clear about this question.
On the Longtail Island at the southernmost tip of the Rorsted Archipelago, Renekton's prophet clone simulated the ability to mysteriously reappear "Cinderella", changed his appearance, image and temperament, and appeared here.
He was tracking the traces of Alina Soren. The immortal witch was seriously injured by the lightning of the Storm Lord last time, and none of her witch companions seemed to want to take care of her, or she was avoiding the Witch Church and stayed on the sea all this time.
According to the revelation given by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the immortal witch should have stayed in the waters from Changwei Island to Dilinius Island during this period.
The prophet's clone took the ticket he had just bought and boarded the passenger ship to Dilinius Island. This is the first island in the south of the Rorsted Archipelago. The journey takes about 10 hours. In fact, the distance between the two islands is not too far, but because it is close to the violent sea, it has been affected to a certain extent, resulting in a more tortuous route.
He did not intend to find the other party too eagerly. The witch is also good at divination and has a high level of inspiration. Especially since the other party is a sequence three immortal witch, sometimes letting things take their course is more efficient than actively pursuing them.
On the deck of the passenger ship, he casually glanced and saw two acquaintances at the bow. He curled the corners of his lips and leaned over.
Phoenix was wearing a black windbreaker and was a little skinny. Next to him stood a lady with dark golden eyes and long fiery red hair. She was wearing a light pink long skirt and a wide brown cloak.
Before the prophet's clone approached, the two people on the bow had already turned their heads to look over as if they had a premonition.
Seeing their eyes on him, he rubbed his fingers lightly, dispelling the spell effect on himself, revealing his original appearance. After a short while, he simulated the spell effect again and changed his previous appearance.
"Long time no see, Mr. Phoenix. And, shouldn't you be in the southern continent? Are you traveling under the pretext of a mission again?" While speaking, his eyes were directly on Thea, and his tone was like that of a classmate who was absent from class.
Thea pulled the corner of her mouth and showed a smile that was not sincere. The spirituality on her body spread and formed an invisible spiritual wall around her. Then she calmly said:
"As a qualified member of the church, how could I do such a thing?"
"I am tracking down the new 'Crimson Queen' who appeared on the sea. She is a believer of the original moon and is most likely a witch king!"
Renekton nodded thoughtfully and stared at Thea's face for a long time.
Thea cooperated very well and lifted a strand of hair that was blown to her forehead by the sea breeze. She said in a lazy voice:
"What are you looking at? Who did you meet who looks like me?"
Thea's casual words touched the inspiration of the prophet's clone a little. It was not a coincidence that I met Thea. She can help me track down the immortal witch.
The prophet's intuition made him very sure of his guess. He nodded slightly and chuckled, saying:
"I did meet one. I am hunting her down. She calls herself Alina Soren."
"I remember you never mentioned your last name. Is she your sister? Well, the age doesn't match. Is she an elder in the family?"
The smile on Xia's face suddenly turned cold, and her voice became colder:
"Hunting her down? She has been a demigod-level witch for a long time. Are you sure you are hunting her down instead of going to die?"
The prophet's clone nodded slightly, not paying attention to Xia's words, and continued:
"To be precise, she is now an immortal witch, but she was struck by the Lord of the Storm before. Although she didn't die, her condition is not much better now."
"Let's talk somewhere else. Witches are very good at divination and have high spiritual intuition. Too strong malice may make her aware of it."
Phoenix, who had been standing silently aside, suddenly spoke.
Hearing the word "we" from Phoenix's mouth, the Prophet's clone's gaze lingered meaningfully on him and Xia, then he turned around with a chuckle and walked towards the cabin of the passenger ship.
Above the gray fog, in the ancient and magnificent palace.
A series of deep red lights suddenly rose up, degenerating into slightly blurred figures, scattered on both sides of the mottled long table.
Renekton leaned back slightly and looked sideways at the seat belonging to Azik on his left hand side. A blurred figure was sitting leisurely on the high-backed chair.
The "Hermit" Cattleya, who was opposite the mottled long table, also cast her eyes on Azik's position at the first time. When she saw that figure appeared today, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He is here today too. With the last communication, it would not be too presumptuous for me to ask Him for the blood of mythical creatures today.
As her thoughts drifted, she heard the usual cheerful and cheerful voice of Audrey the Justice:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
After Audrey greeted, everyone greeted the Fool at the top of the mottled long table, followed by Audrey, Fors, and Cattleya, who presented a few pages of Russell's diary.
Klein didn't spend too much time reading the diary. After a while, he made the materialized diary in his hand disappear, then leaned back against the back of the chair and said in a flat tone:
"You can start now."
Cattleya the Hermit looked around. She didn't intend to speak immediately. That would be too eager.
Alger the Hanged Man looked around. Seeing that no one spoke first, he chuckled and said,
"I need the potion formula of the Sea Singer."