Chapter 506 Exploring the Temple
After quietly watching these increasingly twisted and crazy puppets for a while, Renekton found that the light he created with the purifying power of the solar field had no effect on them at all.
Immune to purification? Or immune to the power of the solar field?
As his thoughts turned, Renekton rubbed his fingers again, creating slowly floating stars, waving pieces of bright starlight, covering all the puppets crawling on the floor.
The starlight fell on these puppets, and the oil paint on their bodies continued to flow and drip down as if it was melted, more and more, and gradually turned into a dark and sticky liquid, and the puppets' expressions became more and more hideous.
In a piece of sticky black liquid, the puppets slowly stood up and stood in the front and closest to the inverted statue. The puppet wearing a faded bishop's robe looked at Renekton with dark eyes.
Its voice was extremely hoarse, as harsh and unpleasant as a cat's claws scratching on glass:
"Conservatives? What are you doing here? You are not welcome in the Lord's temple."
"You are not welcome in the Lord's temple."
"You are not welcome."
The surrounding puppets echoed the words of the puppet in the bishop's robe word by word, and drops of dark liquid flowed out of their open mouths, eye sockets and ears.
Renekton took two slow steps back, looked at the puppet whose eyes were bulging at him, and said calmly:
"Who is the Lord you are talking about?"
The puppet in front of him opened and closed his mouth at the same time to answer Renekton's question, which was both noisy and weird.
"Of course it is the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God."
"No, we believe in the Lord who destroys everything, the embodiment of all endless disasters and doomsday."
"It is the Lord who created everything. Not... the Lord who destroys everything."
The voices of the puppets became more and more confused, and even their own words were different. Sometimes they believed in "the Lord who created everything", and sometimes they believed in "the Lord who destroys everything".
Bang!
The body of a puppet suddenly exploded, and parts covered with black and sticky stains were scattered all over the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The puppets began to explode one after another, and the ground was scattered with broken wood, iron pieces, and gears. Uh
... After becoming a puppet, the brain is not enough, and it exploded after thinking for a while?
While complaining in his heart, Renekton reached out and took out an illusory hat from the void and put it on his head.
His figure disappeared, hiding all traces.
The moment his figure disappeared, the parts and black liquid scattered throughout the prayer hall instantly squirmed, and puppets with twisted and weird postures crawled out from the dark ground.
Some of them grew white feathers, some grew fish scales, and their bodies secreted slippery liquids. Some grew eyes, and some grew flesh and blood organs.
Their eyes looked at the side and back of the prayer hall at the same time, with obvious malice.
"Sure enough,"
he sighed in a low voice, and Renekton's figure was revealed in the gaze of many weird puppets. Is it the changes brought about by the extraordinary materials used to make the puppets? There are quite a variety of extraordinary people here!
He lowered his head slightly and chanted in the ancient Hermetic language:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."
"The Fool who does not belong to this era."
After chanting twice in a row, a silver-white lightning suddenly fell, passing through Renekton's body and slashing the wall with colorful murals behind him, leaving a charred mark.
Then there were thin and sharp wind blades, and blazing white and red flame spears cut through the air and shot towards Renekton.
All the attacks went straight through Renekton when they fell on him, as if they did not exist.
Before the next attack came, his figure suddenly twisted, disappeared in an instant, and then reappeared in the direction of the entrance of the prayer hall.
"Exile!"
As the spell was chanted, the hazy starlight emerged between the group of weird and twisted puppets, and quickly collapsed inward, tearing out a dark blue crack with a strong pulling force that led to an unknown place.
He dragged all the puppets around him along with their attacks and banished them to an unknown area.
After doing all this, Renekton's figure instantly became transparent, and turned into bright starlight points, rushing to the back of the temple.
In the garden full of fake flowers and trees made of paper and iron sheets, pale blue starlight quickly poured in, and the starlight pieces reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.
At the same time as he appeared, the puppet holding the large scissors used to trim branches quickly moved over. Its speed was so fast that it almost achieved the effect of teleportation.
"Imprison!"
Renekton whispered the spell while raising his hand to create points of starlight, which quickly gathered into bright starlight and flew away, descending on the puppet that appeared in front of him.
The starlight condensed instantly, creating a huge transparent amber, which completely wrapped it up and confined it in place. The next moment, the puppet wrapped in transparent amber suddenly disappeared, leaving only a dried flower made of colored paper in its original position, and it appeared behind Renekton.
What kind of ability is it to be able to swap positions with the plants in the garden? As the thoughts in his mind spread, his body instantly became transparent and turned into a statue condensed by countless bright stars.
The statue was instantly cut into several sections, and it collapsed into countless bright stars surging, and Renekton's figure re-condensed behind the scissors puppet.
The moment the figure emerged, Renekton condensed a black jade chess piece and threw it forward. The chess piece merged into it the moment it touched the scissors puppet, slowing down the time on it and almost pausing it.
Renekton took a step back and opened his hands. One by one, stars appeared around him, densely packed and dazzling.
These stars quickly gathered and condensed into one after another of the star-shining spears. There were many strange runes connected to each other on the spears, which looked extremely heavy and powerful.
Under his control, these spears shot out in no particular order, instantly piercing the puppet holding the scissors and pinning it to the ground.
Renekton's figure flashed and instantly appeared beside it.
The deep blue and purple brilliance in his eyes continued to flow, outlining one mysterious symbol after another, and a ray of light flashed between these mysterious symbols, as if it came from the depths of consciousness.
His eyes flashed for a moment, and the strong attack on the spiritual level instantly hit the spiritual body of the scissors puppet.
The bird skull mask on its head made a cracking sound, and several cracks appeared from the eye sockets and forehead.
The strong spiritual attack reduced its madness a lot. Renekton felt that he seemed to see some reason and struggle from the blue flames jumping in the eye sockets of the bird skull mask.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the brilliance flowing in Renekton's eyes became deeper, outlining gray-white three-dimensional symbols that had the effect of affecting and modifying consciousness.
He let his eyes meet the puppet nailed firmly to the ground, and asked in a very seductive voice:
"Who are you? Or rather, what is your identity?"
The puppet nailed to the ground seemed a little confused. It was stunned for a long time before it spoke hoarsely, and its voice was a little intermittent, as if it had been silent for a long time and had forgotten how to speak.
It did not speak the giant language of the Silver City. Instead, it was somewhat similar to the ancient Feysac language, but there were many differences in the details:
"I am, the gardener of the Zenith Church. No, I'm not, I'm a gardener. "
What's the difference? Renekton complained speechlessly in his heart, and after a pause, he continued to ask:
"What happened here? Why has it been so long, but the things in this temple are still the same?"
Gradually getting used to the state of speaking, the puppet's voice became clear and continuous:
"I don't know, my job is to plant plants in the garden."
"The Zenith Church is the most successful magical item in Cecilien. It can help us survive the long doomsday and wait for the Lord's salvation in the endless darkness."
"Prune... plants?"
Renekton turned his head to look at the plants around him made of colored paper, iron sheets, and sawdust. He really couldn't think of any need to build them. Being a gardener here is simply the dream of every lazy person.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, a thick gray fog suddenly surged in front of Renekton. In the depths of the gray fog, a crimson light surged like a tide. A tall angel with twelve pairs of black wings and wearing all black armor flew out from the crimson light. He
landed in front of Renekton and wrapped him up with twelve pairs of black wings.
It only lasted for a moment, and the gray fog, light, and angel in front of Renekton disappeared. At the same time, he felt that he had established a wonderful and stable connection with a certain existence in an infinitely high place.
After receiving the blessing of the paper angel, Renekton felt that the decayed and dull feeling of an old machine on his body was instantly removed, and his body and spirit felt relaxed at this moment.
Klein's voice echoed in his mind at the same time:
Where are you? It's a bit strange here. It seems that there is a dark curtain around me. I can't see it clearly.
A city that seems to be called Saixiting. In order to avoid the doomsday, the people here made themselves into puppets, but it seems that they have never been completely successful. Their puppet bodies are closer to monsters than normal creatures.
Flesh and blood are weak, and mechanical ascension?
Almost, but it is a super low-end mechanical ascension, involving the field of life and soul. Humans before the catastrophe had limited research in this area, and this cannot be supplemented by mysticism.
I feel the eagerness to try from you.
If there is the help of the Church of the Earth and the Spirit Cult, this idea is not completely unfeasible. Chapter 507: Unwavering until death
"I have to work. I can't stop. I'll be fired."
The puppet nailed to the ground by several star-lit spears struggled hard. The expression painted with oil paint gradually became hideous, and a stream of dark and sticky liquid flowed out from the eye sockets of the mask.
Renekton half-crouched, and said with a vague spiritual fluctuation in his voice:
"What will happen if I'm fired?"
"I can't be fired. I can't."
"I want to stay in the church. I can't leave the Lord who will save me."
The puppet nailed to the ground muttered almost like a roar, and it began to struggle hard.
Click! Click!
The puppet's violent struggle tore its body into pieces, and various parts mixed with dark and sticky grease scattered all over the ground.
Committed suicide? What kind of worker is this? He has to go to work even if he hurts himself. Klein saw this scene through the connection established in the palace above the gray fog and couldn't help but complain.
Maybe their factory settings are to work until they die. Renekton shrugged, responded in his mind, and stood up and took two steps back.
As he stepped back, the scattered parts on the ground disappeared one after another, turning into dried flowers made of colored paper and sawdust.
In the dried flowers on the other side, a puppet holding a giant pair of scissors stood out. It was stepping on green leaves made of paper, without a single dried flower.
It may not be the gardener here, but it must be the guard here. The so-called pruning plants, I feel, is more like killing intruders.
Renekton chatted with Klein through "psychic communication" in his mind, while turning to face the puppet holding the giant scissors.
The huge bird skull mask on the puppet's head kept gushing out a stream of dark liquid, covering the face painted on the skull with oil paint.
Snap!
The huge scissors in the puppet's hand opened and closed quickly, making a clicking sound. The sharp blade inside the scissors burst out with a mercury-like silver-white light, crossing the space and directly attacking the position where Renekton was standing.
The moment the silver-white light passed through Renekton's body, he suddenly became transparent, became illusory, and turned into a pile of bubbles.
The scissors in the puppet's hand opened and closed rapidly, making a continuous clicking sound. The silver-white light flashed rapidly in the air, connecting a fragmented storm of light, breaking the bubbles floating in the air one by one.
The weakened version of the "Storm of Light", the scissors in the puppet's hand seemed to be quite powerful. It was a bit special and could burst out with an attack power close to that of a demigod.
Do you want it? Isn't it a bit strange for the cold and ruthless crazy adventurer German Sparrow to use scissors as a weapon?
Renekton complained in his heart, and his figure disappeared again.
Where he disappeared, two sharp silver-white rays of light met in the air, with a sharp feeling that seemed to tear even space.
The next moment, Renekton appeared directly behind the puppet holding the giant scissors.
The huge scissors with a silvery-white glow drew a semicircle in the puppet's hand at an extremely fast speed, leaving a silvery-white afterimage in the air, and instantly passed through Renekton's waist without causing any damage.
Renekton looked straight at the puppet waving the scissors in front of him. The deep blue and purple glow in his eyes continued to flow, outlining one mysterious symbol after another. Strands of silver-white light moved between these mysterious symbols, as if from lightning deep in his consciousness.
As his eyes flashed, a strong spiritual attack broke out. The puppet holding the scissors paused in waving the scissors in his hand, and the head wearing the bird skull mask tilted back 90 degrees. The mask stained with black liquid made a crackling sound, and many tiny cracks appeared on the surface again.
Taking advantage of the puppet's distraction, Renekton chanted in dragon language: "Frost!"
With him as the center, crystal clear streams of light fell from the air, and turned into thick frost when they touched the real objects, freezing the entire garden inside. The puppet with its head raised and the trees made of colored paper, iron sheets, and wood blocks were all hung with ice spikes.
The temperature around them dropped suddenly, and the white air exhaled from his mouth was clearly visible.
What do you want to do? Frost should not be able to solve this puppet. Klein's doubts echoed in Renekton's mind through "psychic communication".
Let's do an experiment. I'm a little curious about the ability of the scissors.
While communicating with Klein in his heart, Renekton used his hands to create a slowly rotating ball of star sand.
One by one, stars emerged, densely packed and dazzling.
These stars were connected to each other, moving slowly, drawing mysterious runes in the air, and the hazy starlight almost condensed into substance around him, turning into an extremely thick and solid barrier.
At the same time, dim spots of light continued to emerge in the area covered by frost. In the center of these spots of light, the doll wrapped in thick frost turned golden, just like the setting sun at dusk, bright but not dazzling. The dim light gradually became stronger, and under the refraction of the frost, it was like broken pieces of light.
They were densely packed and countless, forming a flickering and violent sharp hurricane, sweeping in all directions, a terrifying blow full of destructive meaning.
This was similar to the "Light Storm" of the "Dawn Knight", but more dangerous and more destructive "Dusk Storm". Anything that was stained with the dim light would decay, rot, wither, die, lose its sense of freshness, and be torn to pieces by the violent and sharp storm.
".Sure enough." Inside the thick starlight barrier, Renekton looked at this scene without much surprise.
What kind of extraordinary ability is this? An advanced version of "Light Storm"? Above the gray fog, Klein saw the scene that had just happened clearly through Renekton's vision, and immediately raised his question.
Renekton stood calmly behind the starlight barrier, watching the "Dusk Storm" raging in the garden and whispered to himself:
"To be precise, it should be a variant version, it can be called 'Dusk Storm'. The scissors in its hand should be a magical item created by combining the characteristics of 'gatekeeper' and 'guardian' with some residual aura of the God-Forsaken Land."
No wonder I always thought that the scissors in the hands of that strange puppet were the real body. Klein sighed in his heart.
The "Dusk Storm" lasted for about ten seconds before gradually dissipating. As the dim light faded, the garden became bare, and even the floor and the surrounding walls showed signs of decay to varying degrees.
The heavy barrier constructed by the bright starlight instantly collapsed into a hazy starlight that enveloped the entire garden.
An ancient style, with balls of fire from the tip to the handle, and a little bit of blood-red long spear suddenly passed by, like a dark red meteor, directly piercing the puppet holding the scissors in front of it. The powerful attack force nailed it to the ground and shattered it bit by bit from the inside out.
After Renekton approached, the puppet nailed to the ground had completely disappeared, leaving no trace, except for the huge pair of scissors inserted diagonally on the ground.
Perhaps the "dusk storm" that had just swept through had stained the surroundings with a strong sense of "decay" and "death", or perhaps the puppet's body was shattered too thoroughly, and it was unable to revive this time.
Dots of dark green light mixed with fine dim yellow and silver white emerged from the place where the puppet's body was just now, and quickly gathered in the scissors inserted diagonally on the ground.
"Its puppet body has long been marinated by these scissors, so the characteristics extracted after death have also been aggregated by the scissors."
Renekton whispered to himself as if explaining to Klein above the gray fog, then reached out and grasped the handle of the scissors and pulled it out of the ground.
The scissors were very large, the length of an adult's entire arm, and the overall color was gray-black, with a silver-white blade in the middle. The whole body was painted with patterns painted with strange oil paints, half dark green and half dim yellow, like countless intersecting one-eyed people, giant snakes, and feathers.
Renekton placed the huge scissors horizontally on his chest. The deep blue light in his eyes flashed for a moment and became extremely deep. In this case, his eyes obviously lost focus and looked blank.
After a short period of distraction, his eyes quickly became clear again. At this time, he also noticed that the skin on the palm of his left hand holding the scissors had cracked and there were obvious age spots.
The negative effect is quite strong. With your demigod body, you have reacted after just holding it for a while.
Renekton nodded slightly and said,
"It is a powerful weapon in itself. As long as you hold it, you can hide your own malice and certain behaviors. Each attack will have random effects of penetration, decay, rot, magic breaking and purification. It can launch attacks across space within 50 meters, and can also set off a terrible "Dusk Storm." "
Of course, the most important thing is that its attack has a certain chance of delivering a fatal blow. This is real, absolute death. Any creature without divinity cannot resist this attack. Even if it has divinity, it will suffer heavy damage, but the probability of triggering it is not very high."
"At the same time, the person holding it cannot defend, and defensive spell abilities cannot take effect on them, but correspondingly, the attack ability will be greatly improved."
"Its negative effects are equally powerful. As long as you hold it, your ears will constantly echo with screams and roars as if from the depths of the underworld. This is a mental attack that is enough to drive people crazy and lose their minds. Once it exceeds a certain limit, it will become its slave irreversibly."
"Any living creature that touches it will inevitably die, and inanimate objects will become rotten and dilapidated after long-term contact."
"Because the material used to make it is tainted with the aura and dying madness left behind by some great beings, even if it has never been used, people around it will suddenly die and go crazy for no reason."
"Well, let's call it 'Unchanged Until Death'. It can be used after being sealed. You just need to purify yourself after each use." Unchanged
Until Death? Does it have a sad love story?
Renekton raised the corner of his mouth and gave his own explanation: "It has a lethal property. As long as you keep using it, it will definitely be triggered."
I don't understand, as long as you are happy. Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back in a high-back chair and replied in his heart in silence.
After a pause, he added in his heart that today's Tarot Club will start soon.
I know. Renekton nodded lightly and said to himself in his heart.
His figure then became transparent and turned into a statue made up of countless bright stars. It shattered into sand, and the bright starlight surged out of the temple. Chapter 508 Tarot Club
Above the gray fog, in the grand and ancient palace, crimson rays of light rose simultaneously from both sides of the mottled and ancient bronze table. This light drowned everything, then quickly shrank back, condensing into blurry silhouettes.
"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~"
"Justice" Audrey's brisk and joyful voice soon echoed in the magnificent palace supported by ancient stone pillars.
Following her movements, the other members of the Tarot Club also stood up one after another and saluted the "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table. Then everyone nodded to each other and completed the greetings.
During this process, the members of the Tarot Club also discovered the new member of the Tarot Club one after another. He sat on the left hand side of "Moon" Emlyn, separated by an empty seat.
There are new members joining us, and Mr. Death is also participating in today's Tarot Club. Our Tarot Club is getting stronger and stronger. He sits upright like a student in class, which makes people feel a little cramped, but he is curious and proactive in looking around. His personality should be the kind of unrestrained and unconstrained, but he has received a more serious classroom education. Audrey was observing this new member while sincerely feeling happy for the increasingly powerful Tarot Club.
New member? He looks familiar. Is he someone I know or someone I have seen recently? "Hermit" Cattleya looked at the figure on her right with a little doubt. The more she looked, the more she felt that the other person was familiar.
There is another new member joining us. He is not dressed like someone from Loon. He looks more like an adventurer active on the sea? "Magician" Fors is also observing this new member.
His clothes are very common on the sea. It is impossible to confirm whether he is a pirate or an adventurer. It seems to me that he does not have a fixed team. Is he an adventurer with strong strength?
Another member who is active at sea. If this continues, my advantage will become less and less. "The Hanged Man" Alger also observed the new member Anderson, and felt a great sense of urgency in his heart.
"Moon" Emlyn and "Sun" Derrick just observed Anderson for a while, but didn't pay too much attention to him. One was because of the arrogance of the blood clan, and the other was not too concerned about things outside the God-Forsaken Land.
"Death God" Azik sat in a high-backed chair with a pensive look from the beginning, and didn't take the initiative to observe anyone around him.
Anderson? Klein actually pulled this guy into the Tarot Club. Renekton looked at the new member for a while, and soon overlapped the image of Anderson in his mind with the other party.
Audrey Justice took on the task of leading the new members to familiarize themselves with the Tarot Club with great responsibility. She looked around, stood up and saluted Klein, the Fool, who was at the top. Then she turned to Anderson and said,
"Hello, I'm Justice."
"This is Mr. Hanged Man, Mr. Sun, and Mr. White Tower."
She introduced everyone's code names in the order in which they joined the Tarot Club. Finally, her eyes stopped at Azik, and she paused before continuing,
"This is Mr. Death, a real angel. He doesn't participate in the Tarot Club for a long time, and only comes when he has time."
A real angel! I didn't expect that the first time I saw an angel would be in this situation. He doesn't participate in the Tarot Club for a long time. So I'm pretty lucky.
Anderson scattered some thoughts in his mind, and then quickly sorted out his emotions and coughed twice. After adjusting his voice, he spoke a little stiffly:
"I am 'Chariot', a treasure hunter active on the sea."
"Treasure. Hunter?" "Justice" Audrey replied with some confusion. She couldn't figure out how treasure and hunter were connected.
"They are a group of adventurers whose purpose is to explore the treasure hidden in the sea. Unlike the pirates' looting, they focus on those legendary treasures and work hard for it."
"Hermit" Cattleya spoke before Anderson explained. While speaking, her eyes stayed on Anderson. She was probably sure who this new member was.
Anderson? Did he really pray to Mr. "Fool"? Why did Mr. Fool let him join the Tarot Club? In addition to the bad luck left by the "Angel of Destiny" on the mural, what else is special about him? Is it to establish a connection with the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" Church? But there is already
"Exploring the treasure hidden in the sea, it's just like those adventure stories!"
Audrey's eyes sparkled slightly, and she spoke in amazement.
Her reaction made Anderson, who had remained calm, feel proud. He moved his body slightly and straightened his back.
Klein, who was at the top, had a panoramic view of all this. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he was worthy of being an "audience" who was good at observing people's hearts. Even if he didn't use extraordinary abilities, he could provide people with high emotional value, liven up the atmosphere, and bring people closer. Miss Justice, who was both rich and sensible, was the real backbone of the Tarot Club.
Seeing that no one was talking around, Anderson spoke anxiously:
"I heard from Mr. Fool that some tasks can be posted here?"
"Justice" Audrey made a gesture to keep quiet. After looking at Mr. Fool at the top, she replied:
"Now is Mr. Fool's reading time. After that, it will be time for us to communicate with each other and post tasks and requirements."
Klein still sat leisurely on the high-backed chair, waiting for Miss Justice and the others to submit this week's Roselle diary to him.
Today, only Cattleya, the Hermit, and Emlyn, the Moon, provided two and one pages of diary respectively, and one of them was repeated.
After reading the materialized diary, Klein waved his hand to make them disappear, then leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, and said with a smile:
"You can start now." After
receiving the prompt from Mr. Fool, everyone in the Tarot Club looked at Anderson, the Chariot, without any prior agreement.
Under the gaze of the Tarot Club, Anderson sat up straight with some embarrassment, cleared his throat and said:
"I want to know if any of you have a way to remove the bad luck, the bad luck left by the 'Angel of Destiny' Ouroboros on the mural."
"'Angel of Destiny' Ouroboros? Who is tainted with the bad luck from this Angel King?"
"Justice" Audrey whispered in surprise. She had already learned about this Angel King in the Tarot Club, and that was why she was so surprised.
Sure enough, "Hermit" Cattleya sighed in her heart and was completely sure of her previous guess.
When everyone in the Tarot Club cast their eyes on Klein, the "Fool" at the top, he manipulated his trumpet "World" and said in a hypocritical voice:
"I know the location of a demigod of the 'Destiny' path. He is currently staying at sea." "Warrior" Anderson looked up with some surprise. He had originally placed his hope on the angel "Death God", but he didn't expect that the most gloomy and introverted "World" would give him a response in the end.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the "World" at the bottom of the mottled long table. He was very gloomy and indifferent, and he was comparable to that guy Gehrman Sparrow.
Suppressing his divergent thoughts, he spoke anxiously:
"What price do I need to pay for this?"
"A magical item with powerful attack power, sequence five level will do."
While speaking, "World" also glanced at Renekton. Except for the appearance, the other aspects of the scissors perfectly met his expectations for powerful magical items.
"Okay." Anderson nodded and agreed without thinking.
"I'll find you after it's over." "World" nodded, said in a hoarse voice, and then fell silent.
What after it's over? Today's party? How to find me? Does he know me? Questions flashed through Anderson's mind. Seeing that "The World" had no intention of explaining, he had to remain silent for the time being and wait until today's Tarot Club was over before asking again.
Did "Mr. World" know this new member in reality? But judging from the other party's reaction, he did not recognize "Mr. World", which showed that "The World" did a good job of disguising himself at the Tarot Club. He might not be as gloomy and introverted as he appeared. "Justice" Audrey looked at the two of them with interest and made some analysis in her mind.
After a moment of silence, seeing that no one spoke, Klein once again controlled "The World" and laughed softly:
"Who of you has the potion formula or clue for the Sequence 4 of the 'Fortune Teller' path? Or the potion formula for the Sequence 4 of 'Apprentice' and 'Thief'?"
Sequence 4. Mr. "The World" is about to move towards the demigod level?
"Justice" Audrey was surprised. She originally thought that her sequence had been improved fast enough, and she was a little proud of it. She didn't expect that she had fallen so far behind "The World".
Mr. World suddenly became very advanced. Mr. Lawrence should know why Mr. World needs the potion formulas of these three pathways. Are they interchangeable pathways? "Magician" Fors was surprised while thinking about whether he could get the potion formula of Sequence 4 of the "Apprentice" pathway.
Renekton lazily leaned back in the high-backed chair, rubbing the armrest with his right thumb. He hesitated for a moment before chuckling and said,
"I have it, but I remind you that these pathways need to reach Sequence 3 to be interchangeable, and the other two pathways are blocked by Amon and Mr. Men. The best one for you is still the 'Foreteller'."
After a pause, he continued,
"The Sequence 4 of the 'Foreteller' pathway is called 'Trickster', the Sequence 4 of the 'Apprentice' pathway is called 'Mystic', and the Sequence 4 of the 'Thief' pathway is called 'Parasite'. Which ones do you need? Or, all of them?"
All of them? Are you trying to get me for something? Klein complained in his heart, then manipulated the "world" to speak:
"'The Trickster' is enough. Do you know where to get the corresponding materials?"
Renekton nodded slightly, and after asking for the help of Klein the Fool, he materialized a yellow-brown parchment with the formula of the "Trickster" potion, and handed it to the "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table.
Under Klein's control, the "world" unfolded the parchment in front of itself and read it carefully:
Main materials: the main eye of the trickster + the real soul of the spirit world plunderer.
Auxiliary materials: 200 ml of the trickster's blood + 30 grams of the spirit world plunderer's dust + 10 grams of red birch bark + a piece of golden grapevine + a finger-sized homemade rubber mask. Ritual
: Mainly relying on one's own strength and planning, under the witness of many audiences, direct a grand drama to murder a demigod or an equivalent extraordinary creature, and then, at the end of the drama, take the potion.
At the end of the parchment, there was an explanation of the "Trickster" promotion ceremony left by Renekton:
"The essence of this ceremony is to leave a mark, which is an anchor point.
Compared with other methods, the "Trickster" whose spiritual body is split needs an anchor point earlier.
However, this does not require faith to support it. On the contrary, faith is too complex, too chaotic, and too many personal emotions. In essence, only Sequence 5 promoted people cannot bear it for the time being, and human nature will be directly erased.
A gorgeous and profound drama, the gaze of many audiences, is enough to become an anchor point."
In the space above the gray fog, even if he did not perform divination, his intuitive premonition could play a good effect. With just a simple glance, he was able to confirm the authenticity of this formula.
Under Klein's manipulation, "The World" slowly nodded and said:
"Okay, what do I need to pay?"
"When necessary, I will seek some help from you."
Renekton replied simply, without explaining too much, but it was enough for Klein to understand.
Klein nodded solemnly, and raised the rolled parchment in his hand and said,
"Okay, do you know where to find the corresponding potion materials?"
"You can ask Arrodes. As long as it doesn't involve those beings, it can basically be omniscient."
Regarding the clues of the materials, Renekton felt that the dog-licking mirror knew more. At the end, he added,
"It can even plan for you what to do."
It? Is this a magical item, the living one? It sounds amazing. "Justice" Audrey, who has been sitting in her seat and listening quietly, couldn't help but let her thoughts wander.
"Hermit" Cattleya turned her head with a large arc and glanced at the "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table. She was not completely ignorant of the name Arrodes. She had heard this name from the "Mysterious Queen" a long time ago.
Arrodes? This seems to be a level 1 seal of the Steam Church. The queen only knows about it and has never touched it. Is there a way for the "world" to borrow that "magic mirror"? What is his identity?
The rest of the people were still paying attention to the fourth-level potion formula in the hands of the "world", and did not notice the larger move of the "hermit" Cattleya.
The author has been busy moving these two days, so the update is a bit unstable. I will make up for it later~~~ Chapter 509 Discussion
Renekton leaned back in his chair with his arms folded. Seeing that no one had opened the next topic, he continued,
"I have a relatively powerful magical item that I can sell. It can be considered the strongest among those below the demigods. If I'm lucky enough, it can even be stronger than many level 1 sealed items."
"What magical item?" Audrey, the "Justice" who was the biggest source of cash flow for the Tarot Club, asked curiously.
The other members of the Tarot Club also cast curious glances at him, and even the taciturn "God of Death" Azik cast a curious look at him.
Renekton chuckled, resting his hands on the edge of the table, and talked about the effects of the scissors he named "Undying". At the end, he added:
"It is best to use it with magical items that have purification and healing abilities, which can effectively resist its negative effects."
"If you want to buy it, I will seal it to a certain extent, which can effectively reduce its negative effects, at least to ensure that it does not affect its use."
Klein, who already knew about this magical item, immediately manipulated the "world" and said:
"Can you rebuild it? At least, change its appearance."
He was a little envious of this magical item, and he had seen the battle between Renekton and the puppet above the gray fog. Whether it was the "Dusk Storm" or the lethal effect of gambling on probability, they were all very powerful.
If I could use some items to improve my luck, I could definitely achieve a critical hit with every strike. Moreover, the "Fortune Teller" path itself has no defensive means, which does not affect my fighting style at all. It's just that the appearance of the scissors really affects my image. I feel like a pervert.
Azik, the "God of Death" who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up:
"Is there a certain probability that the attack will be transformed into a fatal blow?"
Renekton nodded slightly and said:
"Yes, this seems to be due to the special casting material. It is full of the breath left by the former God of Death. It is with the help of this breath that there is a probability that a fatal attack can be launched."
"That is why it cannot be recast, at least I can't, unless the real 'Master' takes action."
Azik nodded slightly, as if he was lost in some memories. He was silent for a long time before speaking:
"Can you lend it to me for a while? I want to get in touch with the breath left by the 'God of Death'."
"Okay." Renekton nodded without surprise.
The breath left by the "God of Death", this magical item is quite strong, but unfortunately, I am still in debt, and the appearance of the scissors is too inelegant. Emlyn, the "Moon", evaluated it in his mind. Although he was a little tempted, he still gave up this magical item.
It's too expensive. I just scraped together money to buy the potion formula of "Ocean Singer". Otherwise, I could buy the "Hanged Man" who was also in financial crisis. Alger did not say anything.
I have the ability to purify myself, and I don't need to use additional magical items to use it, but with my current sequence, it should be very difficult to use it, and the Hurricane Axe is also suitable for me. I'd better wait until I'm promoted to the next sequence. "Sun" Derrick thought for a moment and finally gave up the idea of buying this magical item.
Everyone in the Tarot Club fell silent for a while. Everyone was very tempted by powerful magical items. The only problem was that either they were already in financial crisis or they would be in financial crisis after buying them.
"Justice" Audrey, the only one in the Tarot Club who had enough cash to buy this magical item, was also in distress. I have already ordered the spinal fluid of the Black Hunting Giant Lizard from Mr. Lawrence, and it would be difficult to buy Mr. "White Tower"'s magical item. Unless I go to borrow money from Alfred, he has already returned to Backlund. No, he will definitely ask a lot of questions.
Audrey leaned on the edge of the table and struggled for a long time, but finally gave up the idea of buying this magical item.
It seems that I can't sell it today, so it can only be my collection for the time being. The Tarot Club needs many more Miss Justice. With a sigh in his heart, Renekton turned his head to look at Klein at the top, and then sat lazily in his seat and stopped talking.
Klein looked around and waited for a while. Seeing that no one made any more requests, he leaned against the back of the chair and laughed:
"You can communicate freely."
In a flash, Audrey, Justice, Alger, the Hanged Man, Fors, the Magician, Emlyn, the Moon, and others all turned their eyes to the new member, Anderson, the Chariot.
Cattleya, the Hermit, the World, the Sun, and Renekton seemed to be half a beat slower and turned their heads to look at Anderson, the Chariot.
Suddenly being stared at by so many people, Anderson moved his body awkwardly and said,
"What are you looking at me for?"
"How did you come into contact with the murals left by the 'Angel of Destiny' Ouroboros, and be endowed with bad luck?"
"The Hanged Man" Alger directly asked the question that everyone was curious about.
Anderson curled his lips, straightened his back and said,
"I am a treasure hunter, so I naturally encountered these when I was searching for treasures."
After a pause, he observed the speechless expressions on everyone's faces, coughed twice and said,
"Haha, just kidding, just kidding."
Then he no longer concealed anything and simply described his experience in the ruins of the God War. He had a talent for storytelling, and even "The Hanged Man" Alger and "The Moon" Emlyn, who were not new to the mysterious world, listened with relish.
"Justice" Audrey sat very straight, listening attentively, with thoughts flashing through her mind one after another:
the ocean alternates between noon and night, dangers that may appear at any time, all kinds of monsters, this is more exciting than any story or picture book I have ever read. If it were the old me, I would only sigh that Mr. "Chariot"'s adventure is wonderful, but for me now, I can already get a glimpse of the danger and chaos of the mysterious world.
Being able to adventure in such a dangerous sea and search for treasures, Mr. "Chariot" himself must be a very powerful adventurer, with a high probability of being Sequence Five, but I don't know which path it is.
"Magician" Fors' eyes lit up slightly. It's a wonderful adventure, and it can become a best-selling novel with only a few changes in details. I have to make more changes to prevent the members of the Tarot Club from discovering my pen name.
The ruins of the God War, "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell often appears in that sea area. Recently, there are rumors on the sea that "Admiral of the Stars" and "Undead King" are also appearing near that sea area. Could this "Chariot" be someone on their ship? "The Hanged Man" Alger looked at "The Hermit" Cattleya with a cryptic look, trying to see something.
After a moment of silence, "Sun" Derrick, who had been silent, raised his hand and said impatiently:
"During this period, I followed the exploration team led by the "Chief" to Afternoon Town. This is the only way to the "Giant King's Court" and the gate separating myth and reality." "We met Mr. White Tower in Afternoon Town, and Amon!"
The Tarot Club members who were originally listening quietly became excited in an instant, their inquiring and vigilant eyes wandered between "Sun" Derrick and "White Tower" Renekton, and then they all looked at "The Fool" Klein at the top of the mottled long table.
Klein, who had already learned what happened from "Sun" Derrick's prayer, looked around calmly at everyone, chuckled and said:
"It's okay." "
The Hanged Man" Alger and "The Hermit" Cattleya were the first to react, and looked at Renekton who was lazily leaning on the high-backed chair with a little meaning. It's okay, that means the problem has been solved. Did they ask for the help of Mr. "The Fool", or did "White Tower" solve the avatar of an Angel King by itself?
"What happened next?" "Justice" Audrey asked.
She didn't think too deeply about it. Since Mr. Fool had said that everything was fine, then it must be fine. She was more curious about what the Sun and White Tower encountered in the God-Forsaken Land. Also, how did Mr. White Tower get to the God-Forsaken Land?
"Sun" Derrick organized his words a little, omitting the less important experiences along the way, and directly talked about the illusion he saw when he arrived in Afternoon Town, the appearance of "White Tower" Renekton, the communication between the two sides, and the subsequent capture of Amon's clone by Renekton, and the changes that happened in Afternoon Town.
At the end, "Sun" Derrick turned sideways to look at "Fool" Klein at the top of the mottled long table, and asked devoutly:
"Mr. 'Fool', may I ask which god represents 'secrets'? Why can't I say the name of the Angel King later?"
Sure enough, these are the questions. Fortunately, I consulted in advance. Klein sighed in his heart, leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, and said leisurely:
"The one who can represent 'secrets' must be the 'Mother of Secrets'."
"Oh, of course, there are some existences, and their names themselves have power."
After answering two sentences, Klein stopped talking and sat there quietly, as if he was taking a nap.
"Mother of Secrets"! The extremely dangerous darkness of the God-Forsaken Land can also prove this from the side. The great disaster mentioned by the clergyman refers to the "Great Cataclysm" that ended the Third Epoch. The "Goddess of Night" also participated in this matter!
The Angel King who was seduced, the city-state that was corrupted bit by bit, that "Great Cataclysm" not only buried an epoch, but also created the God-Forsaken Land. Some gods fell because of this, but some Angel Kings ascended to the throne because of this, so their names cannot be spoken.
"Hermit" Cattleya suddenly figured out many problems, and at the same time had more doubts. For the first time, she felt the heaviness of history so realistically.
"I understand. Thank you for your answer." "Sun" Derrick nodded with understanding, and then sincerely thanked Mr. "Fool".
Azik, who had been sitting silently in his seat, rubbed his forehead with his hand. After a moment of silence, he spoke:
"The great catastrophe that occurred at the end of the Third Epoch, the remaining breath and divine power of the gods affected a continent, which was no longer suitable for human survival. After the gods left, it became a land abandoned by the gods."
"The 'God of Death' was also involved in this matter. Invited by the Night, many beings, they also founded an organization."
Founded an organization? Redeem the Rose! This is actually related to the goddess. Those who can be invited by the goddess must be gods like the "God of Death" or angel kings who are close to gods. What are they plotting? Assassinate the ancient sun god believed in by the City of Silver? I
always feel like I seem to have come into contact with a grand conspiracy that ended the Third Epoch and affected the Fourth and Fifth Epochs. Shrouded in thick gray fog, Klein looked at Azik with an inquiring look, but in order to maintain his image as a "fool", he did not ask his curiosity after all.
Audrey "Justice", Fors "Magician", and Emlyn "Moon" listened very carefully, and in their hearts they sighed at the high-level of the Tarot Club discussing similar things.
Anderson "Chariot" sat upright in his seat. Although he didn't understand the high-level information, he pretended to be listening carefully and thinking. It was still very simple. He often did this when he was in the school of the Church of Knowledge.
Although he was just pretending, he still wrote down every word that everyone said carefully, and prepared to look up the information after leaving here.
I can't find the pastor of the Church of Knowledge, otherwise they will definitely give me a test paper by the way. I also need to check the test and ask about the location of the "Golden Dream". Edwina must have collected a lot of books.
Everyone was still thinking about the information contained in the previous conversation. Derrick "Sun" seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned to face Klein "Fool" and said a little stiffly:
"Dear Mr. Fool, how long will it take for your messenger to arrive at the God-Forsaken Land?"
My messenger? But Mr. Fool's messenger and believer are all his own, and now I am just a "Master of Secret Dolls" who has just been promoted to Sequence 5.
To be able to resist the pollution entrenched in the Giant King's Court and to defeat the evil spirits of the "Dark Angel", at least Sequence 3 or even Sequence 2 is required. To stop the pollution of Amon and the True Creator, unless I can completely control the "Source Castle", I will be killed.
I really want to give this guy the title of "Messenger" and then throw him into the Giant King's Court. At the top of the mottled long table, Klein glared at Renekton, who was lazily leaning on the high-backed chair.
Gathering his scattered thoughts, Klein changed to a more leisurely posture and sat back on the high-backed chair. He chuckled leisurely:
"We still need to wait, some fate, an opportunity."
Some fate, an opportunity. "Sun" Derrick murmured silently, then bowed and thanked him very devoutly:
"I understand, respected Mr. "Fool"."
Then everyone exchanged some of their experiences. Renekton focused on describing the abandoned city where he was currently staying, and told about the various attempts made by the people here to survive in the darkness.
After exchanging their experiences, everyone taught "Sun" some ancient Hermetic language and exchanged some knowledge in the field of mysticism.
Time passed quickly. After everyone tacitly stopped talking, "Fool" Klein calmly said:
"Let's stop here."
"Comply with your will." "Justice" Audrey immediately stood up and saluted with her skirt lifted.
The rest of the members stood up and saluted one after another, and then crimson rays of light surged like a tide, carrying the blurred figures on both sides of the mottled long table away from this space. Chapter 510 Amon's Visit
In a room on the second floor of a hotel on Tuscat Island, Anderson, who was lying on an easy chair with his eyes closed, suddenly straightened his back and stood up.
He looked around the room, then walked to the full-length mirror and looked at himself carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, he was relieved.
After pouring himself a cup of hot water, Anderson sat back in his armchair and began to review the party just now:
"This party is not quite what I expected. Although there are a few guys I can't see through, the sequences of most members are not very high, and the paths they are in do not seem to be unified. This shows that they are in different forces, or that the 'Fool' has mastered a lot of sequence paths."
"In addition to normal transactions, the knowledge they discussed about the Angel King and the God-Forsaken Land is a bit advanced, which is completely different from what they should discuss at this sequence. I don't even understand many words."
"When I mentioned the 'Angel of Destiny' Ouroboros, the surprise and curiosity they showed seemed to be more about how I came into contact with these, rather than the information itself."
"Also, how does that 'world' plan to contact me? I hope he didn't lie to me."
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The door of the room was suddenly knocked. Anderson turned his head and shouted in confusion, "Who is it?"
"Me." The cold voice of Gehrman Sparrow came from outside the door.
Anderson rubbed his face with his hand, feeling a little unreal. What does this guy Gehrman Sparrow want from me?
Although he was puzzled, he still opened the door and saw Gehrman Sparrow standing in front of his door in a white shirt and black vest.
Anderson looked Klein up and down and said, "What do you want?"
Klein said in a flat voice, without any ups and downs, "The transaction just now."
"Transaction? What transaction just now?" Anderson asked in confusion.
Klein maintained his persona and did not explain. He just said lightly:
"Go buy two tickets to Oravi Island. I will take you to find the demigod of the 'Destiny' path and ask him to clean up your bad luck."
Anderson suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Klein in disbelief:
"You, you are 'World'?"
"Don't forget."
Klein did not explain much, just a simple reminder, and turned away.
Anderson stared at Klein's back for a long time before reacting. He immediately chased him and shouted,
"No, wait, how do you know my identity?"
Klein pushed open the door of his room on the other side of the corridor without looking back, and then closed the door with a bang.
Outside the door, Anderson's mouth twitched, raised his hand, and then retracted it. He did not choose to knock on Klein's door, but turned back to his room.
Gehrman Sparrow is actually the "world" in the Tarot Club. It's outrageous.
He clearly knew how to get rid of my bad luck, so why did he wait until I posted the task in the Tarot Club before choosing to help me? This guy didn't think that he would wait for my bad luck to explode and die, and then pick up my characteristics and magical items!
Ha, this crazy adventurer has a really dirty heart. Anderson complained while putting on his coat and preparing to go out to buy the fastest boat ticket.
In the Forsaken Land, in a house with relatively intact walls and roof, the disturbance of gravity and electromagnetic forces created a half-real, half-false illusion inside the house.
The originally dilapidated and decayed house instantly turned into a library with simple and gorgeous decorations. The bright yellow light shone through the stained glass, which seemed to be out of tune with the surrounding darkness.
After the Tarot Club ended, Renekton sent "Undying" to the gray fog through a sacrificial ceremony, and then Klein handed it over to Mr. Azik.
After finishing these, he walked to the bookshelf on the side, picked up a book from it and flipped through it.
As he flipped the pages, words quickly appeared on the originally blank pages, and the silvery words quickly filled the entire book.
"It's a pity that I can only conjure up the books I have read."
With a sigh, he moved his steps and sat on the sofa on the side.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
A slightly abrupt knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Renekton looked up in the direction of the door in surprise, with a deep blue glow flashing in his eyes.
Before he could respond, the door had been creaked open from the outside, and in the process, the little sealing method he left on the door was not triggered at all.
A slender figure wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face came into view.
He played with a crystal monocle in his right hand. After a symbolic wave of greeting, he put the monocle on his right eye, looked at Renekton with a smile on his face and said:
"I found you again."
".Come in." After a moment of silence, Renekton said "Come in" in a dry voice.
Before Renekton spoke, Amon had already walked in, saying as he walked:
"You don't seem to welcome me very much, but unfortunately, I'm already here."
Renekton looked him up and down for a while, the deep blue and purple brilliance in his eyes flowed undisguisedly, outlining one mysterious symbol after another in his eyes, and his eyes quickly swept across every place in the environment.
Amon chuckled twice, then spoke: "I didn't send a clone to invade your illusion. Before entering, I even knocked on the door. That's very polite, isn't it?"
"As for whether I am a clone or the real body, you might as well try it boldly. Maybe there will be a surprise."
Renekton lowered his eyes and retracted his gaze, not hiding his inner complaints at all. Reward? A reward of a Time Worm?
"If you like, it's not impossible." Amon replied with a smile.
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There was another silence. Renekton sorted out his thoughts and suddenly asked:
"Mr. Men was exiled to the starry sky by Night and Storm. What are you going to do? If he doesn't come back, you will not be able to get the uniqueness of the 'Gate' path and the characteristics of a Star Key."
Amon sat down on the sofa next to Renekton without any hesitation, and said leisurely:
"Hehe, can't other people get it either?"
"Everyone needs a Lord of Mysteries. Mr. Men is an indispensable material. Night and the others will be more anxious than me. Even if they can't think it through and choose Mr. Men who has been contaminated, they need to come back to complete the promotion ceremony, don't they?"
Renekton raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest:
"What is the promotion ceremony of 'Gate'?"
"Guess?" Amon raised his hand to adjust the monocle in his right eye socket, revealing a nasty smile.
Renekton paused for a moment and said speechlessly:
"You look like this, making me want to smash that monocle with one punch."
"The deification ceremony of 'The Gate' is related to Mr. Gate who was exiled by Night and Storm? When He returns, His deification ceremony will be unstoppable?"
"Why do you have such an idea?" Amon stared at Renekton's face curiously for a moment, and suddenly he seemed to have seen something interesting, and couldn't help but chuckled and said:
"So this is the image of the night in your eyes. I have to say, you are quite good at judging people. From what I know about Him, if there is a god of conspiracy, it must be Him."
"As for conspiracy, are you underestimating yourself too much? And there is still the strongest conspirator who is not dead yet."
Renekton said as he closed the book in his hand.
Amon chuckled disdainfully as if he had heard a very funny joke:
"The strongest conspirator? If he was really that smart and powerful, he wouldn't have been made into the Red Priest's potion by me and that paranoid." Renekton
nodded and continued with Amon's words:
"How many people can escape from the joint efforts of you and Adam?"
"Being stewed in hot pot is their fate."
"Hot pot?" Amon asked, pinching the monocle he was wearing with his right hand, looking like he was thinking rationally.
Renekton nodded and invited Amon:
"A kind of food, do you want to try it? I just happened to have prepared the ingredients."
"Of course." Amon nodded happily.
"Wait for me for a moment, it will take some time to prepare."
As he said that, Renekton casually threw the closed book in his hand back to the bookshelf, and an invisible hand supported the book and put it back in place steadily.
Snap!
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The crystal ball quietly embedded in the painted pillar beside him suddenly burst into a bright light. After the light flashed, a square wooden table and chair appeared in the hall.
The shadow under his feet squirmed, as if it suddenly came alive, surging up like a flood, and quickly submerged the table and chairs.
After the shadow surged up, it quickly receded and sank into the ground, leaving only the ingredients neatly placed on the table.
On the sofa beside him, Amon watched this scene with interest. He casually grasped his right hand in the air, and a bottle of Sonia blood wine appeared in his hand, and there were two glasses in the other hand.
"Your collection is not rich enough, why is there no Ormier red wine?"
"Let me see there is a broken painting, something from the starry sky, do you need me to help you repair it? Painting is also an area I am good at. I once painted a portrait of myself and hung it in Backlund's mausoleum. Unfortunately, the mausoleum was destroyed not long ago and the painting was taken away."
Renekton paused, and then said nonchalantly:
"Is this the instinct of you thieves?"
Amon said with a smile on his face, leisurely and calmly:
"You can say that, after all, thieves never leave empty-handed, but I don't like these things you just threw in the pile of junk. I can only blame you for placing it too conspicuously. I think it's hard not to see it."
". I have a certain hidden attribute attached to it." Renekton argued for himself.