Chapter 516 Amon's Plan
Renekton took two steps back to steady himself, while raising his hand to create dim starlight with a sense of tranquility, which swam around him, outlining strange symbols, simply isolating himself from this information world.
At the same time, the palace complex suddenly rose from the ground and moved closer to each other. The doors and windows on it opened and closed, forming the outline of a human face.
Rekton suddenly realized that Amon, who had been standing beside him, had disappeared at some point. A sense of foreboding flashed through his mind. He no longer cared about the restrictions on using extraordinary abilities here. His figure instantly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless starlight.
The surrounding ground rose rapidly, and the houses on both sides of the street moved closer to the middle, as if something was about to rush out from under the ground.
The transparent statue suddenly sank into the gap between the stone and the soil, and instantly shattered, turning into bright starlight points, surging, drilling out from the tiny gap, and surging like a tide between the buildings that were constantly rising from the ground and collapsing.
During this process, the surging starlight became more and more powerful, like a brilliant galaxy covering the ground.
Renekton in the starlight state felt that his consciousness was constantly disintegrating, moving closer to a more magnificent consciousness and becoming a part of it.
The surging galaxy sometimes stagnated and sometimes rushed, as if it was caught in a self-contradiction.
The vast and surging galaxy became wider and wider, and Renekton, who felt it was difficult to condense his own body, gave up trying.
The surging galaxy no longer stagnated, and began to spread and flow outward continuously, forming a ring connected from beginning to end.
In the huge galaxy forming a ring, each star was also converging and connecting with each other, forming countless tiny three-dimensional symbols, and these symbols were connected to each other to form a set of complex and precise gear structures.
In the twinkling starlight, it seemed as if countless cold and indifferent eyes grew out of it.
With a crackling sound, the brilliant galaxy quickly disintegrated, and a series of "lights" that could not be seen by most extraordinary people separated from it.
This light has no entity, as if it is composed of a stream of complex information, moving like a torrent in an illusory manner.
It reunited in the sky of this information world, and reconstructed Renekton's body with complex and pure knowledge.
He wore a dark robe with the hem torn into tattered strips, and a wide hood covering half of his face. Under the hood, there was only a dark ball that swallowed everything, and a ball of light surrounded by pure light, like an indifferent and cold eye.
Around this "eye" were also dim stars, dyed with different colors, with a little warmth, just like his sanity that could collapse at any time under the invasion of madness and chaos.
Under the black robe, the exposed hands and feet were dark and dry, without the slightest luster and vitality, and did not look like a living person at all.
On the dark robe, in the wisps of black mist floating around, and even on the dark and dry limbs, all grew cold and indifferent eyes.
These eyes were stained with madness and showed undisguised malice. While giving people an unusually sacred and wise feeling, they also seemed quite cold and without warmth.
"Sure enough." Amon's figure suddenly appeared behind Renekton. He curled his lips, sighed meaningfully, and disappeared again.
Where he disappeared, eyes stained with madness, showing malice, and pregnant with destruction grew out.
The moment these eyes appeared, all the information in that space was directly annihilated, returning to the most primitive nothingness, leaving only an indiscernible and indescribable void.
Under the hood, the light ball surrounded by pure light and the dim starlight surrounding it shrank slightly, and then quickly stretched, as if they were observing and recording something very carefully.
In this state, Renekton could see the essence of this information world more clearly, see the knowledge that had been activated, and see the wonderful and fragile balance between various pollution and auras.
He just stood there quietly, like an observer in a higher dimension, and everything that happened in this information world could not affect him.
Until all the streets and houses on the ground collapsed, a huge hand stretched out, followed by another hand and legs.
A giant as big as a mountain stood up from the ruins of the city. Its body was made up of the streets, buildings and soil of the city. There were traces of steel and gray stone everywhere. Behind it were layers of wings made of rusty steel.
The moment it appeared, all kinds of crazy auras in the city became active. Shadows were creeping, and the darkness that annihilated everything spread silently. Lifeless stones and wood all grew flesh and blood. The air became hot, and flames kept rising around.
The body of the giant, like a towering mountain, quickly disintegrated and fell to the ground.
The fragments were swallowed up by the creeping shadows, darkness, and flesh around them, and soon a smaller human figure appeared.
They were completely crazy and twisted monsters, showing undisguised malice, eroding and destroying each other.
Renekton in the air seemed to be affected by this madness, and the aura on his body gradually changed from cold and indifferent to crazy. He gently stretched out his right hand, and his dark, dry arm with ferocious eyes gently grasped in the air. The stars wandering in this information world appeared, and quickly gathered in his hand, reorganizing into a lantern made of brass metal and transparent glass.
"What a pity." He sighed in a low voice, his voice was cold and indifferent, with suppressed madness.
As soon as the voice fell, his body instantly became virtual, decomposing into a stream of hazy light composed of complex knowledge, and left this information world like a torrent.
After he left, Amon, wearing a black classical robe, suddenly appeared at his previous position.
He pinched the monocle on his right eye, and took in the surroundings with deep eyes for a while, muttering to himself:
"Interesting, in that state, his status has surpassed the 'Knowledge Emperor'. If I hadn't kept a backup plan before, he would have expelled me from this information world just now."
"He only collected the information here and didn't choose to take away the characteristics. He was very cautious."
While muttering to himself, he gently flicked the monocle, and noisy mutterings full of madness and depravity suddenly appeared, and a thick, oppressive shadow curtain appeared in this information world.
Behind the shadow curtain, a look of extreme madness and oppression was cast from an unknown place.
The arrival of an extremely magnificent and crazy will caused the basic information that constructed this information world to stagnate, and the whole world seemed to be paused, motionless and silent.
The city ruins and the surface of those monsters were gradually stained with a layer of sticky black liquid, which became more and more, and thicker and thicker, and finally connected into a dark, sticky, and decadent "ocean".
Pitch black became the main color here, and the entire information world trembled violently, as if something extremely terrifying was being bred in this "ocean" full of decadent breath.
The sobbing wind rolled up a dark storm, carrying a will full of madness.
Amon's clothes swayed in the sobbing wind, and there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were deep and restrained.
"Let me see what you look like after getting rid of madness."
As he spoke, he took off his monocle, pinched the edge of the lens with his right thumb and index finger, and shook it slightly twice.
A layer of pale white light appeared on the surface of the lens, and an illusory bell sounded above his head, quickly spreading throughout the information world.
The shadow of the old and mottled stone wall clock above his head swayed gently, and the two old and mottled hands on it were rotating counterclockwise at a very fast speed, rolling up an indescribable invisible torrent, pushing this information world to move in the direction against the long river of time.
Under the dark, sticky, and corrupted "ocean", the monsters that had split apart quickly gathered and collapsed, and sank back into the ground. The destroyed city returned to its original state.
The dark, sticky liquid filled with corrupted breath seeped down from the gaps between the city buildings, and soon revealed the original appearance of the city. The only difference was that an exaggerated cross was erected in the palace complex in the center of the city.
Amon put the monocle back to the right eye and stepped forward. His figure appeared under the exaggerated cross in the next moment.
He stared at the huge cross in front of him for a moment, and then said calmly:
"Your projected consciousness should be able to wake up part of it. Don't you want to see me?"
As he finished speaking, the shadow under the huge cross suddenly became dark and sticky, and kept stretching backwards, becoming slender, and suddenly stretched out, like layers of virtual black wings falling, revealing the figure behind.
He had shoulder-length black hair, slightly curled, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be covered with shadows. He
was wearing a black robe with silver threads, inscribed with complex symbols, and hung with gorgeous accessories. He was holding a pitch-black cane, and most of his body was submerged in the dark and sticky shadow.
His eyes were very calm, without any madness. He let Amon look at him for a long time before he slowly said,
"Before I completely pollute this place, what do you want me to communicate with?"
Amon paused for a moment and asked an irrelevant question, "Why Sasriel?"
Sasriel walked out of the shadows, folded his hands and pressed them on the pitch-black cane, and spoke in a voice without any emotion:
"I was born from the extreme emotions when my original body fell, and I recovered the authority of Sasriel. After the crazy part fell asleep because of the specialness of this place, the remaining 'I' became closer to Sasriel."
"Whether you recognize my existence or not, I will return eventually." Chapter 517 Psychological Treatment
"Heh" Amon chuckled, raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye and said:
"This virtual world can no longer bear your crazy will. It seems that I can't find out more information."
As he finished speaking, the figure of Sasriel in front of him instantly collapsed into a dark black.
This is like a dam with a gap opened, and the dark tide full of decadent breath surged out from here. The shadow of substance instantly covered the entire information world, and pairs of scarlet eyes full of madness and tyranny emerged in the darkness.
In the real Saixidin, Amon's figure suddenly appeared in the prayer hall of the temple.
He looked at the puppets in the hall with half hideous and half peaceful faces, and walked out stepping on the dark and sticky liquid covering the floor.
He ran away again. He should have guessed what I was going to do. If I left so decisively, if I was greedier, I could use his special features to make that information world more solid, and I could also get more information from that short-lived consciousness.
He was very sure that he could come back. In addition to that madman, there must be other backup plans. Among these five ways, the three betrayers can be excluded, and the only one left is that paranoid. Oh, he even deceived me.
Amon reviewed the situation in his mind while taking steps forward. With each step, his figure instantly crossed the long distance and appeared directly at the end of his sight.
At the same time, in the dry river without water, a faint light burst out from the nothingness, and countless complex knowledge gathered and reorganized into Renekton's body.
His flesh and blood kept cracking and turning outward, and his eyes were cold and suppressed. The mad eyes opened and closed on him.
He stumbled to stand firm, pinched his head with one hand, trying to rely on the pain to wake himself up, and grabbed the other hand in the air for a few times.
A layer of night with a sense of peace and tranquility was pulled out and quietly covered him.
After being shrouded in secrecy, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down directly on the river. At the same time, he recited the honorific name of "The Fool" in the dragon language:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."
"The Fool who does not belong to this era."
He repeated it twice, and suddenly thick gray fog surged out of his eyes. A deep red light rose from it, blocking all vision, and then quickly retracted, condensing into a tall angel with twelve pairs of black wings and wearing black armor.
In just a moment, this paper angel appeared in front of Renekton, wrapped him layer by layer with black wings, and gave him a blessing.
Renekton closed his eyes and relaxed. After receiving the blessing of the paper angel, he clearly felt that the tingling sensation in his head was relieved a lot. The crazy instinct that had been lingering in his mind was grafted to an unknown place.
His panting gradually eased, and the flesh and eyes that turned outward on his body began to shrink inward.
The next moment, a crimson light suddenly rose in his eyes, completely submerging his vision.
When the crimson light disappeared, he had already arrived at the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog and sat on his own high-backed chair.
Klein's voice sounded at the right time:
"You are in a very bad condition. Do you need psychological treatment?"
Renekton leaned on the high-backed chair, raised his hand to rub his forehead, and said calmly:
"Please help me contact Miss Justice. Although I can also simulate the ability of a psychologist, I am not a psychologist myself, so the effect is limited."
"Okay."
Klein nodded slightly, and then spread his spirituality, touching the crimson star representing "Justice" Audrey, and threw a message into it.
After doing all this, he asked again:
"What happened? The madness that lingers in your spiritual body doesn't seem to belong entirely to you."
Renekton rubbed his still aching forehead and sighed:
"I was tricked by Amon."
"He and I went to a polluted information world, and my condition declined so seriously because of the madness that lingered there."
He picked and chose and told Klein about what happened between him and Amon in Cecilien. At the end, he added:
"Amon's behavior is a bit strange. He should want to use some of my special things to make some changes to that piece of information, but I can't figure out his purpose for doing so. There is nothing related to the high sequence of your three paths there."
Klein leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, and said thoughtfully:
"Perhaps his purpose is not to gain something, but to know something. The world built with knowledge may have some knowledge that Amon also needs."
Renekton nodded and said:
"Maybe. It's a pity that I was not in good condition at that time, otherwise I could have left a Peering Eye to monitor there."
After saying that, he adjusted his posture, leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.
In the luxurious villa of the Hall family in Queens District of Backlund, Audrey and her golden retriever Susie were enjoying tea and snacks at the stone table in the garden.
"Woof~Woof~"
Susie suddenly roared twice in a low voice to remind Audrey who was following behind her.
Aware of Susie's tone, Audrey, who was distracted, suddenly came back to her senses, and looked sideways at the other side of the garden with some confusion and said: "Susie, what did you see?"
"It's me." Alfred Hall, who was wearing a black windbreaker and looked quite good, walked out from the corner of the garden.
He was holding a stack of documents that looked like they had just been printed. He walked slowly towards her and then sat down on the chair opposite Audrey. He placed the documents upside down on the table.
Audrey looked up and down at her brother without leaving any trace. While pouring him flower tea, she smiled and said,
"You seem to have encountered some troubles, some troubles that you can't handle."
Alfred looked at Audrey in front of him with a little surprise, and then said,
"Is this the insight of the 'audience'? It's really sharp."
"Then have you guessed what it is?"
Audrey tilted her head slightly and looked at Alfred for a while, then showed a slightly disappointed expression and said,
"I'm just a 'audience', and I haven't become a 'mind reader' yet."
Although I have long passed the stage of "mind reader" and will soon be promoted to "hypnotist", I still can't let you know this, otherwise there will be more problems that need to be explained.
Audrey looked at Alfred with a little excitement hiding a secret and a smile in her eyes and asked:
"What difficulties have you encountered that made you think of coming to me, mother?"
Alfred sighed, pushed the stack of information that was upside down on the table in front of him and said:
"This is the marriage partner my mother chose for me. She asked me to take a look first. If I am not satisfied, she will choose another batch."
"Who made you the most idle person in the family now?" Audrey gloated a little.
As soon as the voice fell, a thick gray fog suddenly surged in front of her eyes, and the leisurely voice of the "Fool" echoed in her ears:
"'White Tower' needs some psychological treatment. You can refuse or agree."
As the voice of the "Fool" fell, the gray fog in front of Audrey's eyes quickly dissipated.
"Audrey Audrey? Are you listening to me?" Alfred shook a stack of information about the children of Backlund nobles in front of her.
Audrey reached out and took the information from Alfred, put it aside and said:
"I'm thinking about it. If you don't want to consider the marriage now, you can push the problem to your eldest brother first, or find something for yourself and mother to do. As long as you are busy, she won't rush you."
"Okay, I will ask my mother about the situation tonight, just wait for my news."
Audrey stood up with the information about Backlund's noble journey, and called Susie to go to the villa.
She did not go back to her room directly, but went to her alchemy laboratory first, and asked Susie to guard the door for her outside.
After getting ready, she began to recite the honorific name of "The Fool":
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray fog, you are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."
Above the gray fog, in the magnificent ancient palace, a crimson light suddenly rose, and then quickly retracted, condensing the vague figure of "Justice" Audrey.
She subconsciously wanted to stand up and greet the top seat, but when she looked up, she found that the position of "The Fool" was empty.
She turned her head in surprise and saw that the "White Tower" opposite the mottled long table and the "World" at the bottom were sitting in their respective seats.
Klein, using the identity of "The World", explained in a hoarse voice:
"Mr. 'The Fool' has left temporarily. If you need anything during the treatment, you can still ask. He can hear it."
"I have a deal with 'White Tower', and I will stay to protect your safety. Your sequence is too different. It is also very dangerous for you to give him psychological treatment."
He was mainly worried that the presence of "The Fool" would affect Miss "Justice"'s treatment, so he chose the identity of "The World" which was at the same position as them.
Audrey nodded, then looked at the "White Tower" Renekton in front of her, took a deep breath and said:
"I understand, Mr. 'White Tower', shall we start the psychological treatment now?"
Renekton nodded gently and said:
"Yes, you need to pay attention, because of some accidents, my humanity is not abundant now, don't be affected by my rationality and madness during the treatment, the impact on the spiritual level will be more serious for the 'audience'."
"Thank you for your reminder, I will pay attention."
Audrey smiled and nodded in response, and used "comfort" at the same time.
This relieved Renekton, who was originally in a depressed and tense state, to a certain extent. Not only did the indifference and madness that impacted his rationality in his mind also calmed down a little. Chapter 518 Communication above the gray fog
Audrey saw that Renekton's expression had eased and a smile from the heart appeared on his face. After a pause, she spoke in a calm voice with the power to soothe people:
"As your psychiatrist, I need to know what problem you are facing now?"
"If this problem involves some of your privacy, we can ask Mr. Fool to communicate alone, and I will also swear to keep it confidential in the name of Mr. Fool."
No, we can't communicate alone above this gray fog. Sometimes knowing too much is also a kind of trouble. Klein complained in his heart while maintaining a straight posture with his eyes straight ahead.
"No need." Renekton shook his head calmly, paused, and continued:
"Because of the use of some extraordinary means, the crazy accumulation of divinity and primitive instincts from my Beyonder characteristics far exceeds that of ordinary Beyonders. Even with the existence of some anchors, my state is still gradually slipping."
"Just now, I encountered a very high level and status of negative influence in a virtual world. It is a bit like the 'mental plague' of your 'audience' channel. I came into close contact with the source of pollution and was affected to a certain extent on the mental level."
Audrey listened carefully, supported her hands on the edge of the mottled long table, thought seriously for a long time, and then spoke again:
"I understand. My judgment is that this is the main reason for your mental state to slip, but in addition to that, your mental state may have some problems itself."
"Just like a dam that stores water, if the dam itself has cracks and flaws, then when facing a flood, it will become a breakthrough and tear a larger gap. Even if the flood recedes, the gap will still be there, and the water in the dam will continue to flow out."
"And if there is no problem with the dam itself, then everything will soon return to normal after the flood recedes."
"From my observation, you have been restraining yourself. Judging from your performance, this state has lasted for a long time, not just one or two days. This shows that your mental state was not very good before you encountered this problem."
It sounds reasonable, but I didn't realize it before. Is this the authority of the "audience"? Klein looked back and forth between Renekton and Audrey in surprise.
Straightening his body, Renekton said in a calm tone: "You are really a qualified psychologist."
Without waiting for Audrey to ask, he continued:
"My mental state did have some problems from the beginning, which stemmed from my doubt and denial of myself."
"Do you know the 'Ship of Theseus'?"
"The Ship of Theseus?" Audrey shook her head in confusion.
Klein, who was sitting quietly listening, suddenly froze in place. Something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it.
Renekton sat up a little straighter, chuckled and said,
"This is a paradox about identity replacement."
"Suppose that after the components of an object are replaced, is it still the original object?"
"Is it still the original object after the components are replaced?" Audrey repeated in a low voice.
Gradually, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and her spiritual intuition produced some subtle premonitions. She couldn't think about this problem too deeply, otherwise it would go wrong.
Knock! Knock!
The crisp sound of knocking on the tabletop sounded at the bottom of the mottled long table. Audrey turned her head slightly and saw that Mr. "World", who had always been gloomy and introverted, and could not see any emotions, had a look of worry in his eyes.
Feeling Miss Justice's gaze, Klein cleared his throat and said,
"Don't think too deeply about this. You are now a doctor and a patient."
Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded slightly to The World and said,
"I understand. Thank you for your reminder."
She then turned her gaze to Renekton in front of her and asked in a gentle tone, as if it were a daily chat,
"What is your confusion?"
Renekton gently supported himself on the edge of the table with both hands, and then leaned against the back of the chair behind him. He folded his arms and spoke in a somewhat depressed tone,
"A ship is constantly sailing on the sea. As time goes by, all the parts on the ship are replaced once, even several times. Is it still the original ship? If it is not the original ship, then when was the original ship replaced?"
"We take potions to advance, constantly gathering divinity, just like the ship sailing on the sea. Because of the habits left over from playing, because of the influence of the Beyonder characteristics themselves, and because of the changes brought about by Beyonder abilities, we gradually separate ourselves from the original self and become more and more like the top existence of our own path."
"When this similarity reaches a certain level, Beyonders can become containers for God's descent."
"If this similarity goes further, the fallen existence can be directly revived from the Beyonder's body."
On both sides of the mottled long table, Audrey and Klein, who were listening quietly, were somewhat moved, and they swallowed their saliva unconsciously.
"The process of growth is the process of change. No matter how much we change, we are still ourselves."
Audrey's voice has a natural affinity and appeal, and even Klein, who was quietly listening to the side, felt that he had been emotionally comforted.
As she spoke, she once again applied "comfort" to Renekton, and she was relieved when she saw that the tangled and stubborn look on his face eased. Renekton leaned against the back of the chair, holding up half of his face with his right hand, and gently tapped the area below his temple with his index finger. He spoke in a tone that sounded a little depressed and confused:
"I thought so at first, until I discovered some problems later."
"For a while, I felt that I was the vessel of God's descent that was prepared in advance. Later, I denied this idea myself, but because of this, I began to doubt whether I was still the person I thought I was."
Audrey's body was a little tense. She first added another "comfort" and then continued:
"As extraordinary people, our changes are affected by many aspects, and we will involuntarily move in a fixed direction, but this does not mean that we will become that 'him'. We are still ourselves, just with a little insignificant commonality."
"No matter what you doubt, you are real now, including your existence, your network of relationships, and the impact you have on the world."
"So you don't need to deny yourself. If one day you find something different, it's just an additional identity."
"Just like me, I am both the 'Justice' of the Tarot Club and a noble from Loen."
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Renekton rubbed his forehead and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he stood up from the high-back chair, saluted to "Justice" Audrey and thanked him:
"Thank you for your help. I'm in a much better state. Let's stop here for today."
Audrey looked at Renekton carefully for a while, then smiled and stood up from the chair, lifted the hem of her skirt and saluted:
"No problem, in fact, I didn't provide much help. You have always had control over your spirit. You just need some guidance and comfort, and you will naturally be able to get back on track."
"But as your psychologist, I still need to remind you: You don't need to be too harsh on yourself. It is more beneficial for you to relax your mind appropriately."
"I can feel that your mental state has actually been tense, and you are always paying attention to whether there is a problem with your mental state. Sometimes, relaxing yourself and letting nature take its course may have unexpected results."
Renekton nodded, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said:
"No problem, I will pay attention. Haha. I will find you for psychological counseling in time."
Audrey nodded slightly, then turned and looked at the top of the mottled long table, which was still empty.
When she was about to leave the palace, the voice of Mr. Fool suddenly rang in her mind:
"I heard it."
A deep red light rose up instantly, and Audrey's body melted into the light, disappearing into the space above the gray fog along with the light.
After sending Audrey away from the space above the gray fog, Klein hesitantly turned his head and looked at Renekton and said:
"She doesn't seem to have asked for the consultation fee yet?"
Renekton said calmly:
"It has been paid in advance."
"What is the deal you just mentioned?"
Klein moved his body in the chair, and then said:
"I met Gilchiais, the second mate of the 'Undying King' Agaritu on Toscat Island. He has now become my puppet. I want to buy the scissors from you. There is no need to worry about the negative effects of a dead puppet."
"You didn't even exchange his head for a bounty. This is not your style."
"Well, 10,000 pounds, do you accept it?"
Renekton sighed, and then gave a price.
I saved up the gold pounds with great difficulty. Yesterday, I was still sighing that even if I didn't cash in Gilchies, I would be considered a rich man. The money I saved was not easy, but it was all spent in a flash. Klein pressed his right hand on his chest, and nodded to agree to the deal while sighing in his heart.
"When Mr. Azik sends the magical item above the gray fog, you can just keep it. Or, you can ask him to help you make some seals, so that you can use it better."
"Although the secret doll is essentially dead, it is best not to use the scissors to play with self-harm. If the lethal properties are triggered, your secret doll may directly disintegrate into a pile of minced meat, or weather into bones."
Renekton briefly explained a few words, and then asked Klein to send him away from the space above the gray fog.
The deep red light instantly flooded his entire vision, and then quickly faded. Chapter 519: The Transaction in Silver City (One More Chapter)
When he came to his senses, he found himself back in the river in reality, with the sound of rushing water in his ears.
Beyond the endless darkness, there seemed to be a long river flowing endlessly. Fortunately,
I had isolated the space I was in in advance, otherwise I would have been washed away by the river water that suddenly appeared.
With the appearance of the river water, the originally dry and sunken river channel turned into a wide river flowing with rushing water.
In the dark and cold river water, a figure suddenly emerged. The moment he came into contact with the water, his body suddenly became transparent, shattered into bright starlight points, surging and rushing out of the river.
On the river bank nearby, the stars reunited inside, revealing the figure of Renekton.
He dragged his right hand a few times in the darkness in front of him, and a transparent crystal ball emitting hazy starlight was taken into his hand.
He glanced around casually and whispered to himself:
"Amon has not appeared again. It seems that his goal should have been achieved. Otherwise, with his ability, he must have found a way to locate me directly if I didn't leave too far."
"The characteristics left in that city are really tempting. It's a pity. Although I don't know what Amon did, I feel that the gains from going there are far less than the risks."
Retracting his divergent thoughts, he used the prophecy to distinguish the direction, and then his body instantly became transparent, shattered, and turned into bright starlight points surging into the distance. In
Silver City, with the deliberate help of Colin, the chief of the six-member council, Derrick quickly collected the materials and completed the "Notary".
Feeling that the power flowing in his body was stronger, Derrick was in a good mood. He couldn't wait to test his extraordinary ability in the room.
He stood calmly in the center of the room with his hands slightly open.
A sacred, bright, pure and warm light suddenly appeared from the sky, illuminating the entire room, leaving no trace of darkness or shadows. This light also had the effect of warming people's hearts and boosting courage.
He slowly put his hands down, rubbed his fingers twice, and golden illusory flames suddenly ignited around him.
These flames carried a strong sun breath, pure and sacred, densely packed, and connected into one.
Against the backdrop of the golden flames, the golden light flowing in his eyes became more and more pure, and finally evolved into a seal-like projection. Then he recited in Giant language:
"Notarization: Invalid!"
The light and fire in the room dimmed instantly, and the golden flames moved a few times before all went out.
Compared with the "Sun Priest", the "Notary"'s physique has been enhanced, and it has been greatly enhanced, but he is still more inclined to assist.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
While his thoughts were floating, someone suddenly knocked on the door of his house.
"Who?" Derrick shouted loudly, and at the same time, he restrained his spiritual power in a panic, dispelling the dim light in the room.
The knocking on the door outside the room stopped, and a hoarse voice that he was somewhat familiar with came:
"The chief wants you to come over."
"Okay." Derrick quickly regained his composure and nodded calmly in response.
The other party's voice was very distinctive. He had already heard who it was. It was the guard who followed Colin, the chief of the six-member council of Silver City, and the one who was responsible for supervising him before.
Strange, why did he choose to knock on the door today? In the past, he would appear directly in the corner of the room through the shadow. The thought in his mind paused for a moment, and he thought of the light he had just created in the room.
Concentrating his thoughts, he picked up the Hurricane Axe on the table on the side, put it on his waist, and then went out. He
came to the round tower with ease. The guards below simply checked him and let him go.
At the top of the round tower, in front of the door of Chief Colin's room, Derrick had not raised his hand to knock on the door, and the door had been opened from the inside.
The person who opened the door was wearing a black robe with purple patterns, and his appearance was gorgeous and generous.
Derrick was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded to the other party and said:
"Elder Lovia."
"Go in, the chief is waiting for you." Lovia nodded slightly and said, then walked past Derrick and left the chief's room.
Derrick retracted his gaze from Lovia's back and walked directly into the room. After closing the door, he came to the desk of Chief Colin.
Under the dim candlelight, Colin leaned on the chair on the other side of the desk, his eyes slightly out of focus, as if he was in a long meditation.
After waiting for a while, Derrick interrupted Colin's meditation:
"Chief, you are looking for me?"
Colin looked up at the young man in front of him. The other party still had spirituality emanating from him, and it was obvious that he had just completed the promotion.
Nodding to Derrick, Colin said calmly:
"It seems that your promotion went smoothly. Do you still have the subsequent potion formula?"
The chief still wanted to ask me if I could get the subsequent potion formula from the Tarot Club?
"I think there should be more," Derrick replied uncertainly. "Yes." Colin nodded calmly, and then said:
"The food we exchanged before has been almost consumed. We need to trade with Mr. White Tower again."
"But I understand that Mr. White Tower is here. I will contact him. With Mr. White Tower's style, he must have made arrangements."
Halfway through his words, Derrick suddenly realized what the chief meant and immediately changed his words.
Colin nodded slightly and said, "Now, try the honorific name he gave you."
Although Derrick didn't quite understand the chief's intention, he still recited the honorific name that Renekton had left for them before:
"The one who loves knowledge and mystery, the wise man from the unknown, the eyes that peek into the truth, the scourge of the Rorsted Islands, the great Al Tynes!"
After repeating it twice, he suddenly felt a cold and indifferent gaze cast on him across an infinite distance. The
cold gaze gave him a feeling of oppression and restraint. Under this gaze, he felt that everything about himself could not be hidden.
"I heard it."
A somewhat indescribable voice echoed directly in his mind, as if someone had directly poured this information into his mind.
In less than two seconds, the cold and indifferent gaze disappeared.
Derrick felt relieved. He turned his head to look at Chief Colin who had been looking at him, and nodded gently:
"I've made contact, maybe you need to wait a while."
Colin nodded lightly and said, "Well, you can find a place to rest first."
Derrick sat near the French window, looking at the dark sky outside the window without blinking. The frequent lightning allowed him to see the general situation outside clearly. The height of the round tower allowed him to easily overlook the entire Silver City.
About ten minutes later, in the room of Chief Colin of Silver City, pieces of starlight flew out of the void, quickly reorganized in the room, and constructed a door covered with mysterious patterns.
The blue light flashed by, and the figure of Renekton appeared in the room. Behind him, the door covered with mysterious patterns shattered into dots of starlight and dissipated in the air.
Renekton went straight to the point and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"I want to trade a batch of food. Do you still have a way to get it now?"
Renekton nodded without surprise and said,
"Sure, the price is still the same as before, but you need to wait about a week. This requires some time to arrange."
"No problem." Colin nodded slightly, paused, and continued:
"Do you know the information about the high sequence of the 'Warrior' pathway? If you know, what do I need to pay in exchange?"
Renekton snapped his fingers lightly, and bits of starlight fell around him, quickly condensing into a high-backed chair with shining stars.
He sat back in a high-back chair, rubbing his chin with his right thumb, and after a while he spoke calmly:
"I know something about the 'Warrior' pathway from Sequence Four to Sequence Two, but I don't know anything about anything above that. If you're interested, you can exchange information about the 'Earth' pathway with me. If I'm not mistaken, you have angel-level things on this pathway in your Silver City."
Colin stared at Renekton's eyes for a long time before he spoke calmly: "Okay."
Renekton nodded, and then began to introduce the information he knew about the "Warrior" pathway:
"The Sequence Two of this pathway is called 'The Honorable One', and the most representative one should be Bradl, the youngest son of the Giant King, 'God of Honor'. He was cursed for openly cursing the ancient sun god, and his corpse is still wandering on this continent."
"'The Honorable One' is the Sequence Two angel who is best at frontal combat, and has mastered some of the power of decline."
"Sequence Three is called 'Silver Knight', and is extremely good at frontal combat."
"They can transform the power of protection into a solid, gorgeous but weightless silver full-body armor. Their ability to withstand blows is much stronger than that of the "dragon". At the same time, they have a firm will and are not affected by illusions, which can effectively resist the influence of mental abilities."
"They can launch attacks across space, and even let the attacks burst directly from the target's body, which is difficult to predict and difficult to avoid."
"The promotion of the 'Silver Knight' requires the blessing of an angel or above. Due to the different blessing gods, they will have a small difference."
"If the blessing comes from the Giant King, the various abilities of the 'Silver Knight' field will be stronger."
"Sequence Four is called 'Demon Hunter'. Senior demon hunters can use their own 'Demon Hunter Eye' ability to determine whether the target is lying."
Renekton looked at Colin, whose left and right eyes had a dark green complex symbol, and stopped talking.
Derrick, who was listening quietly on the side, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's so powerful. It doesn't sound like there are obvious shortcomings, but why does Mr. "White Tower" always emphasize frontal combat? Are 'warriors' weak without frontal combat? Chapter 520 Song
"Blessings from angels and above."
Colin's murmured voice gradually became lower. If there were angels, Silver City would not be so difficult.
After a moment's silence, he looked up at Renekton and said,
"Sequence Two of the Earth Path is called 'Mistress of the Wasteland'. Extraordinary beings of this sequence have already mastered some of the powers in the field of life. They can create plants that can adapt to any extreme environment, and can also cause life in a large area to wither, rivers to dry up, and the soil to turn into a desert, where no life will be born."
"Sequence Three is called 'Coffin Bearers'. They can utilize, or even reverse to a certain extent, the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness and death. They can make life mutate for good or bad, and pass it down from generation to generation."
"Sequence Four is called 'Classical Alchemist', also known as 'Human Alchemist'. Their greatest feature is that they can complete the ultimate 'life alchemy' and create ordinary humans who can exist for a long time."
"In addition, they can also drive extraordinary creatures with low intelligence, reduce their degree of madness in a short period of time, and create different puppets for combat and various affairs, which can make the surroundings full of vitality. Whether it is plants or animals, they can thrive and reproduce rapidly."
Renekton nodded in understanding, and under Colin's gaze, he asked:
"Do you have a potion formula for the 'Classic Alchemist' or 'Coffin Bearer'?"
Colin nodded gently and said, "We only have the potion formula for the 'Classic Alchemist'."
He was not too surprised by this question, and even prepared to take out a piece of yellow-brown parchment from the drawer of the desk in front of him.
He threw the parchment rolled into a bundle in his hand to Renekton and said,
"You should be a Beyonder of the 'Secret Peeper' path, right? Your eyes are very special."
"I plan to reorganize the exploration of Afternoon Town. I wonder if you have any suggestions."
Renekton slightly raised his head and looked at the ceiling above Colin's head. His eyes flashed, and his eyes became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm, obviously out of focus, and a vast expanse.
This state lasted for a few seconds, and his eyes became clear again.
He looked at Colin who was quietly waiting for his answer, and nodded gently:
"There is no danger beyond expectation, and there will be no gains beyond plan."
Colin stood up from the chair behind the desk and saluted: "I understand, thank you for your reminder."
Renekton nodded expressionlessly, and his body instantly became transparent and illusory, turning into a pile of bubbles.
Under the illumination of the candlelight, these bubbles reflected a dim yellow color, scattered and flew, and disappeared in a flash.
In the sea area of the Rorsted Archipelago, on the leeward side of Simim Island.
A little bit of brass light burst out from the void, constantly wandering in the air, outlining an illusory gate connected by a series of mysterious symbols.
The prophet's clone, wearing a light brown tweed coat, walked out of the illusory gate, holding a crystal ball with a layer of water mist inside in his hand. This was sent by Renekton from the Forsaken Land through a ritual of sacrifice and gift.
A demigod who needed to conceal himself and had not yet carried powerful magical items, or he lacked the "Black Emperor" path that he understood, although it was a bit risky to appear in the Rorsted Sea, he still couldn't help but want to enrich his collection.
Just like Klein liked hunting pirates, he also liked to collect Beyonder characteristics, especially those of high sequence.
The prophet's clone stood on top of the towering stone wall, looking at the sailboats rising and falling in the deep sea below. On both sides of the sailboat, there was a white skull pattern wearing a monocular eye mask.
"'Mad Captain' Connors's 'Monocular Skull', it seems that I am lucky. Now is the right time. The existence of the Church of Storms is not only a pressure on me, but also on this military demigod."
After muttering a few words in a low voice, he whispered the honorific name of "The Fool" in the ancient Hermes language.
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."
Klein responded quickly, almost as soon as he recited the honorific name, he responded.
Thick gray mist surged in the eyes of the prophet's clone. Soon, a tall angel with twelve pairs of wings burning with red flames appeared in front of him, and the red wings wrapped him layer by layer.
"Mind communication" was also established quietly at this time.
How did you appear here? Klein's voice echoed in the prophet's clone's mind, and he did not hide his doubts at all.
Find some materials suitable for making magical items, and experiment with the newly made gadgets. It sounds like you are also planning to cause trouble for this "crazy captain"?
He is helping the Loen royal family and the witch sect to traffic in people. I plan to investigate.
The prophet's clone seemed to have just learned about this. He pondered for a moment before responding in his heart that there is a demigod on the ship. I will lead him out later. The remaining pirates should not be able to stop you.
Yes, if you need help, just communicate with me directly. At sea, the Seagod's Scepter can exert its full power.
Above the gray mist, Klein waved at the pile of debris, and a short staff made of white bones automatically flew into his hand.
The top of the staff was inlaid with tiny blue gems, some of which were stained with darkness, and some were covered with morning light. It was surrounded by countless pure light spots, and illusory prayers came from it, layered and sacred.
Klein held a short bone staff in one hand and a strange crown covered with rust and blood in the other, standing calmly beside the high-backed chair belonging to the "Fool".
In front of him was a picture condensed by crimson light, which was where the prophet's clone was.
He tried to zoom out and revealed the sailboat floating in the waves, the "One-Eyed Skull" of "Mad Captain" Connors. The eyes of the prophet's clone standing on the towering stone wall suddenly turned pale blue, and mysterious symbols were outlined one after another in his eyes.
The brass-colored light spots gathered around him quickly, establishing a wonderful and stable connection with the spirit world. His figure then became transparent and disappeared, and when he appeared again, he was already several hundred meters away.
After flashing several times in a row, he came to the charred corpse near the towering stone wall.
Even in the windward place, the howling wind still made it difficult for people to walk, and the surging waves submerged the reefs from time to time.
With a pale blue glow flowing in his eyes, the prophet's clone simulated the ability of the "wind-loving one" to calm the surrounding wind and waves, so that he would not be pushed into the sea.
Then he took out a palm-sized hand-made figure with black and red as the main colors from the pocket of his woolen coat.
The hand-made figure was a charming woman, her upper body made a gesture of silence, and her lower body was a group of huge tentacles with suction cups attached, looming among the black waves.
The prophet's clone poured almost one-third of his own spirituality into the figurine, and the figurine came alive.
It had a layer of slippery liquid on its surface, and it slipped directly from Renekton's hand into the sea.
Amid the surging waves, a few thick tentacles could be vaguely seen wriggling under the water, and a strange smell spread around.
What is this? A siren? Or a sea monster? Klein's voice echoed in his mind.
The prophet's clone glanced at the dark tentacles that gradually disappeared under the waves, and whispered to himself:
"I haven't had time to name it yet. I combined the characteristics of the 'witch of pain' and the 'singer of the sea', and added the dead Naga corpse provided by Waje Weir to create a witch series figurine."
How many witches do you plan to persecute? Klein above the gray fog complained in a low voice, and in his heart he mourned for a second for those witches who didn't know that their characteristics had been targeted by others. The more the better
. Anyway, I won't think I have too many characteristics and magical items in my hands.
While answering Klein's question, the prophet's clone waved his right hand in the air, outlining a symbol of "secret".
The dim star-like light flashed a few times, and his figure was quickly hidden.
On the sea not far away, the "One-eyed Skull" rose and fell under the beating of the waves.
All the crew members on the ship hid in the cabin, only a few crew members led by "Mad Captain" Connors stayed near the cabin entrance, wearing cloaks, pulling up their hats, and alerting the outside.
"In this kind of weather, you should hug a woman and drink strong liquor in the 'Red Theater'!"
A pirate wearing a cloak and a hood complained while looking out the side of the ship.
His companion pulled his cloak and said,
"Who said it wasn't? I heard that the 'Red Theater' has a batch of new goods recently, and I really want to try it."
"How did you know?" A pirate next to him asked casually.
"Hey, of course I heard it from the boss." The first pirate who spoke showed a lingering smile on his face and said:
"Have you forgotten that there was a noble lady who ran away from home in the last batch of goods? Her skin and figure were simply amazing."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a pirate next to him:
"Is someone singing? I seem to hear singing from the wind, and it's quite nice."
"You are crazy about women, and there are singing. There are only waves and wind in this damn place." A pirate next to him patted his shoulder and said with contempt. The
pirate sitting closest to the deck also joined the topic: "I think I heard it too."
At the cabin, a group of pirates looked down on him and pricked up their ears to carefully distinguish the sounds outside.
"Na~na~na~na~"
"Na~na~"
"Damn it, I seem to really hear it." The pirate who spoke first said with a look of seeing a ghost.
He looked around, but no pirate paid any attention to him. All of them were concentrating on listening to the song mixed in with the sound of the waves and the wind, with a look of fascination on their faces.
The soft song with an unusual melody in his ears became clearer and clearer. The sound was so gentle and beautiful that he forgot to be on guard for a moment. He just stood there in a daze, listening to the melodious melody in his ears.
Their faces began to flush abnormally, like life, and like a physiological reaction.
The gentle song mixed in with the sound of the waves and the wind suddenly became weak and almost disappeared. At the same time, the sound of the wind around became much clearer and louder, completely covering up the song.
The pirates who were in a state of obsession gradually came back to their senses, but the abnormal flush on their faces had not yet faded.