Chapter 546 Frank Communication
I can bring the identity of "The World" closer to Gehrman Sparrow. This will make him more real and is also part of my role as the "Master of Secret Dolls". Moreover, some people in the Tarot Club already know this identity, so there is no need to hide it any longer.
Thinking of this, Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, glanced at everyone, then controlled his trumpet "World" and said in a low voice:
"The conflict originated from the actions of the Rose School. They dispatched two saints and an angel for this. Unfortunately, in the end, only the 'evil god' Sua succeeded in leaving."
Still immersed in the 'Witch King' attribute taken away by the Storm Church, "Moon" Emlyn, who had not reacted, subconsciously said:
"Didn't the Storm Church only kill one 'Witch King'?"
Under Klein's control, "World" looked up at Renekton, and then continued:
"There is also a saint from the 'Prisoner' path who was killed by our people. If you need that attribute, you can buy it from the 'White Tower'."
"Justice" Audrey straightened her body slightly, with an attitude of listening carefully. Our people, meaning that it was not only the "World" and "White Tower" from the Tarot Club who were present and took action at the time, but also the followers of Mr. "Fool", or other forces belonging to Mr. "Fool". I don't know who they are or what forces they are. It's really curious!
Alger, the Hanged Man, glanced back and forth between the gloomy and restrained "World" and Renekton, who was lazily leaning on a high-back chair. His thoughts kept surging:
Sure enough, "World" was Gehrman Sparrow. Did the conflict that broke out in Bayam originate from the "Mother Tree" believed in by the Rose School and Mr. Fool? The Church of Storms was a third party involved, and at the same time, they cleaned up the pirates and adventurers hiding in the city.
Cattleya, the Hermit, thought of something and subconsciously wanted to look up to see Mr. Fool at the top of the mottled long table, but she quickly restrained herself:
Mr. Fool had a conflict with the "Mother Tree" believed in by the Rose School? I heard from Justice and the Hanged Man before that his followers had destroyed some plans with the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult in Backlund. Both of these forces believed in the evil god. Does this mean that Mr. Fool is deliberately suppressing the forces belonging to the evil god?
"Tank" Anderson was sitting leisurely on a high-back chair, and couldn't help complaining in his heart that Dougelman Sparrow's life was really exciting. He was either killing people or on his way to kill people.
After a brief silence, "Hanged Man" Alger changed the subject and said,
"Recently, many pirates have been to Bansy Harbor and found that it has been completely destroyed. Even if it is rebuilt with all its strength, it will take at least several years."
No one responded to Alger's words, and the field fell silent again. After two seconds, Renekton changed his posture, leaned forward slightly, and said,
"The artificial death god faction of the Spirit Cult seems to have gained something in recent years. Some time ago, my clone saw a monster that should be a by-product of their experiments."
"It has no actual body. It is more like a fog that fills the surrounding space. It is mixed with white feathers with pale yellow oil stains. It is very polluted. Once touched, it will rush on the road to death. Even the 'Sea King' can hardly resist this influence."
After that, everyone briefly exchanged some of their own knowledge and shared some simple mystical knowledge.
At the end of the party, everyone taught "Sun" Derrick some ancient Hermetic words.
Until "Fool" Klein, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table, announced the end of the party, everyone stood up and saluted. The deep red light continued to rise in the magnificent ancient hall, melting everyone's figures, and then disappeared in the gray fog.
Renekton turned his head and looked around. Seeing that he was the only one left, he sat back in the high-backed chair, his posture seemed more casual and lazy.
Klein raised his hand, causing the "world" at the bottom to disappear, and then he spoke:
"Some changes have taken place in you, and my intuition is warning me that I cannot use my psychic vision to observe you."
Renekton turned his head to glance at Klein at the top, and laughed:
"You are not even a demigod, and you want to spy on an angel?"
Klein was a little speechless for a moment, and after a two-second pause, he continued:
"This should not be the main reason. I have also used divination to spy on the 'Eternal Blazing Sun', the 'Dragon of Imagination', and the 'True Creator' in this gray fog before."
"My intuition just now almost made me think that spying on you was more dangerous than spying on them."
After a pause of one second, he continued:
"Not long ago, this gray fog experienced some unusual turbulence. Relying on some kind of connection between me and this gray fog, I divined some pictures."
"In the picture, I also saw gray fog similar to this place, but I can be sure that it is not here."
"In addition to the gray fog, I also saw some hazy, flickering starlight. Just a vague glance filled my mind with a lot of messy and useless knowledge, and I was forced to interrupt divination."
After saying this, he looked at Renekton with some suspicion.
The latter shrugged his shoulders and said calmly:
"If there is nothing wrong with your description, then you probably saw me."
Klein immediately asked:
"Were you promoted at the time? And why did you cause the gray fog here to vibrate?" Renekton nodded slightly and said,
"Yes, as for the gray fog here, there has also been a chain reaction. It should be that the gray fog there was originally left by the previous owner of this place. The things inside hit the seal, and the action of infiltrating power outward affected this space."
"Seal?" Klein keenly grasped the key point in Renekton's words.
Thoughts in his mind emerged one after another, and finally he said with an almost certain tone:
"The 'Wild of Knowledge' is sealed there. That's why you contacted me, and that's why the 'Hidden Sage' chose to invest in me?"
After a two-second pause, he continued:
"Some of the changes in you cannot be explained by being promoted to an angel. Just like what you said to Ms. 'Hidden' before, your blood is surprisingly effective as a ritual for her promotion to a demigod. Can I boldly guess that you are the 'Hidden Sage', a kind of incarnation of Him, just like the identity of Hermothein used by 'Orange Light' Hilarion when he was active in the real world."
After speaking, Klein pursed his lips and stared at Renekton, looking a little uneasy.
If my guess is correct, then there is a problem with his identity as a time traveler. It is almost impossible to travel directly to become a "Hidden Sage". Compared with the "Hidden Sage", the soul of an ordinary person is like a vast ocean and a bowl of clear water. The moment it falls into the sea, it has been assimilated and become a part of Him.
If you think so, there is another possibility. After being assimilated by the "Hidden Sage", he was used by the other party and directly separated out an identity. In this state, he seems to be an independent and complete person, but in fact, this is why he was promoted so smoothly on the sequence road, and the "Hidden Sage" took special care of him .
The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was correct, and he almost confirmed his idea in his heart.
Renekton remained leaning on the high-backed chair without moving, until Klein's eyes gradually became complicated and strange, he spoke:
"Most of your guesses are correct, there are only a few places with some errors."
Sure enough, so he remembered his identity after being promoted to a "sage"?
As his thoughts turned, Klein continued to ask:
"You replaced the identity of a time traveler? What about the original time traveler?"
Renekton shook his head gently and said:
"It can't be considered a replacement. I just put on a mask like the 'Faceless Man'."
"As for the template of this mask, it no longer exists. I just used the information that I had analyzed and recorded."
Klein was silent for a moment before continuing to ask:
"What are you going to do next?"
Renekton did not hide anything about his next purpose and said directly:
"Find Roselle. I need allies in my battle with Steam."
"Compared to a long and secretive layout like the night, I prefer to find the key point and then quickly defeat the opponent."
Klein repeatedly tapped the edge of the table with his right hand and did not ask any more questions.
After a short silence, Renekton chuckled and said:
"From a rational point of view, you don't need to care about this issue, because I have been me since the beginning."
"Except for the seal of the Western Continent, there is no contradiction between you and me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body became transparent and illusory, with faint spots of bright starlight flickering in it.
During the conversation, he had used his special status to sense his body in reality.
Amid the twinkling stars, the gray mist around him swirled and surged for a while, forming a vortex with a diameter of just about two meters, swallowing him from bottom to top.
When the gray mist calmed down again, Klein sighed with a slightly complicated expression:
"Hey, from a rational point of view? This doesn't sound very human."
"He has changed a lot before and after his promotion. In addition to the loss of emotions and the weakening of humanity, there is also a feeling that is hard to explain."
After sitting quietly in the chair for a while, he suddenly stood up and used his spiritual vision to carefully scan the entire gray mist up and down to confirm that Renekton did not leave any secret marks here.
It seems that I thought too much. He is not a Beyonder of the three paths of "Fortune Teller", "Apprentice", and "Thief". This place does not have much meaning to him. Chapter 547 Chernobyl
In the God-forsaken Land, in the temple that almost completely collapsed, the green vines hung down, and then quickly became transparent until they disappeared.
During this process, Renekton's figure quietly emerged.
He gently rubbed his fingers, and the golden starlight spread out, bursting out pure and clear light, illuminating every corner around him, dispelling the darkness that enveloped the surroundings, leaving no shadow.
In the light, monsters with bat wings, human child-like bodies, and short gray and black hair close to their skin appeared, and were quickly melted into drops of transparent liquid by the light.
After getting rid of the monster hidden in the darkness, he walked straight to the half-collapsed altar in front of him. Above the altar, there was a statue that fell on the cross.
As he approached, the statue seemed to come alive, exuding a very deep, decadent breath. The surface of the statue secreted a little bit of dark and sticky liquid, as if it was covered with a layer of shadow.
In the pure and clear light, the sticky black liquid on the statue continued to spread outward, like a dark and lightless shadow curtain. In the depths of the curtain, there was an eye staring at everything with an extremely crazy emotion.
A deep light purple glow appeared in Renekton's light blue eyes. He exuded an extremely sacred and wise feeling, but he seemed quite indifferent and without warmth.
He just stood there, staring into the eyes of the shadows. After two seconds of silence, he suddenly said,
"You seem to be in better condition."
From the shadows, the indifferent and rational voice of the True Creator came out,
"No wonder Herabergen would cooperate with you."
"The seal left by the Seven Gods is still there. I cannot leave this continent. I cannot interfere with your recovery of the authority and characteristics of Steam."
Renekton nodded calmly, then said,
"I know. I want to ask you for help with another matter."
"I can help you recover the authority of the 'Sun'. In exchange, I need at least one 'Pure White Angel' characteristic."
"Go find Sasriel." The True Creator's answer was straightforward.
As the words fell, the viscous black liquid flowing out of the statue was quickly recovered, like an invisible shadow, disappearing in the light.
"You didn't ask me to help Him retrieve the first blasphemous slate from the Giant King's Court. Were you on guard against me, worried that I would take that blasphemous slate away or seal it up?"
"Perhaps you need to ask the Goddess of Night about the characteristics of the third 'Knowledge Emperor'. I originally thought it was hidden by the 'Hidden Sage' or lost in the Forsaken Land, but I can't feel the existence of the 'Knowledge Emperor' characteristics here at all. It can only be hidden artificially."
"No concealment can be hidden from the 'Mother of Secrets'. Only She may have clues."
While talking to himself, he turned and walked towards the outside of the temple. During this process, his body gradually became ethereal and decomposed into a stream of complex knowledge, drilling into the depths of the spirit world and moving forward like a torrent.
He originally planned to collect a group of believers from the remaining city-states in the Forsaken Land, but now he can only give up this plan and shift the focus of faith to the missionary work in the southern continent.
The light composed of pure and complex information that surged like a torrent in the spirit world suddenly stopped, and Renekton reconstructed his body in the complex and pure knowledge.
He looked out of the spirit world, where there was a city with a completely different style from the northern and southern continents, a magnificent city built of steel and concrete.
Although the city has become decayed and collapsed over the long years, its distinctive features can still be recognized at a glance, which era it belongs to.
Deep in the spirit world, Renekton subconsciously stepped out of the spirit world and stepped into this gray and white city.
The air was filled with the smell of rust and dust, which was not pleasant, but he breathed deeply, as if something in the depths of his soul was throbbing.
Chernobyl. The former traverser left something after all, even if this was not his hometown, but just a place that was once similar.
By the way, what kind of ultimate stitched monster am I now, an unknown traverser, Renekton Soth of Feynaport, the personality side of the "wilderness of knowledge" "God of knowledge and wisdom" seems to be deliberately strengthening my cognition other than the personality side of the "wilderness of knowledge".
If my identity is recovered by the "Wild of Knowledge", but it cannot digest, or is unwilling to digest this redundant identity, will it strip off another identity, and I, in a sense, can be resurrected?
While thinking, his eyes suddenly blurred, and Amon, who was wearing clothes like a white coat, appeared in front of him.
Amon's eyes flashed with curiosity, but he asked calmly:
"What are you thinking about? I can't steal your thoughts?"
Renekton looked at the dress of Amon in front of him curiously, and said:
"The 'Sage' has mastered a certain 'secret'. Although it is not as good as the 'Servant of Secrets', it is still no problem to use it to cover up his own voice."
Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle at the position of his right eye, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little and said:
"As a qualified 'thief', I can not only steal other people's thoughts and ideas, but I can also judge from the expression and demeanor on your face just now that you know this place and the past of this city. Are you missing the past just now?" "I'm curious about what is worth remembering here? It's just a very ordinary city without any mystery."
Rekton walked straight over Amon and walked on the ruins of the city, saying as he walked:
"You should ask your father this question."
After pausing for two seconds, he continued to add:
"Some things can only be understood by you with normal humanity."
Amon's expression did not change at all. His figure flashed and appeared in front of Rekton again, and said with a smile:
"Normal humanity? Why do I think my humanity is more abundant now than you?"
Rekton glanced at him faintly and said:
"You deserve a beat now, you deserve a naughty child raised by Medic."
"Is that right? I suddenly feel that I want to beat you a little too." While speaking, Amon raised his hand and took off the monocle wearing the right eye and pinched it in his hand.
A stream of light white light suddenly emerged from the surrounding void, gathering towards the monocle of his hand.
During this process, his aura continued to rise, and in just a moment, he reached the level of Sequence 2.
Renekton looked at Amon, whose breath was gradually stabilizing, in surprise, and said calmly:
"It seems that you have been prepared. How did you know I would come here?"
Amon put on his monocle again, and then said with his chin slightly raised as if showing off his work:
"I didn't know you would come here, I was just betting on a possibility."
"This is where my father walked out. I think this place must have extraordinary significance to him and some people like him."
"After you successfully avoided me by relying on the remaining breath and divine power of the night and storm, I sent some clones here."
Renekton chuckled and nodded. He was not too worried about stepping into Amon's trap. With the changes in sequence and status, it was difficult for Amon to steal important things from him, unless his real body came.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked:
"Do you know the whereabouts of the three 'Knowledge Emperor' characteristics?"
Amon raised his eyebrows and said in a bewitching tone:
"Are you looking for the third 'Knowledge Emperor' characteristics? I can give you a hint, but what do you plan to exchange for it?"
"How can I be sure that you really know something?"
A deep purple appeared in Renekton's eyes, and he stared at Amon with a monocle.
Amon raised his hand and tried to grasp forward, while calmly saying:
"You can take a gamble, maybe I won't cheat you on this matter."
Renekton frowned slightly, and the next moment, he felt that he had lost something, some knowledge.
He stole my extraordinary ability so easily, he was too lucky. While sighing in his heart, his body instantly became illusory, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, rushing in this dilapidated and collapsed city.
A moment later, his figure reappeared on a gray-white concrete high wall that had collapsed for the most part.
Amon followed closely behind him and also appeared on the high wall. Behind him, pieces of white, illusory feathers emerged and spread out to form a pair of pure white wings.
Under the pure white wings, there were twelve-segmented time worms, an ancient mottled clock with twelve segments.
The surrounding city ruins changed instantly. There were many illusory, twelve-segmented "time worms" lights and shadows swimming and wandering quickly, quietly affecting the surrounding environment and forming an environment more conducive to the "time worms".
This was the "mysterious reappearance" that Amon had just stolen from Renekton, which allowed the user to reveal the "ugly duckling" in the form of a mythical creature.
After becoming a "sage", the "mysterious reappearance" he mastered also changed. When revealing the form of a mythical creature, the "ugly duckling" could make the surrounding environment more suitable for itself.
Renekton smiled at Amon, who was revealing the form of a mythical creature in front of him, and his light blue eyes were stained with a deep light purple.
He stared at Amon's mythical creature form intently, analyzing and recording the corresponding knowledge.
As the process progressed, his appearance, image and temperament changed rapidly, becoming somewhat similar to Amon, as if he had become a real "Trojan Horse of Destiny". Chapter 548: Message from Amon
The "Cinderella" of the angel level can not only change her own appearance, image and temperament, but also acquire some of the abilities of the target as her image changes as long as she has enough and correct knowledge.
In this state, he noticed the changes in the environment under the influence of the "ugly duckling", and the rules around her became extremely conspicuous, as if he could easily deceive and tamper with it.
Renekton reached forward, took out an illusory hat from the void, and put it on his head.
His figure disappeared, hiding all traces.
Amon, who maintained the form of a mythical creature, did not restrain himself. Instead, he separated many time insects from his body and merged into the light and shadows that were swimming and wandering around him, making it difficult to tell which of them was real and which was fake.
After a while, a transparent figure emerged from the shadow of the ruins of the building in the distance and gradually became solid.
He looked very similar to Amon, whether it was his dress, appearance or temperament, except that there was no iconic monocle in the right eye.
Several shadows of Time Worms floating in the air suddenly merged and turned into the image of Amon wearing a monocle. He put one hand behind his back and held the other hand forward and said:
"Why don't you wear the monocle as well? That way you can get closer to me and your strange spell can work better."
Renekton chuckled and said:
"Then I will be parasitized by you in an instant, right?"
While speaking, his figure flashed quickly and appeared in various places in the ruins of the city, but the figure that stayed in front of Amon never disappeared.
More and more Amon figures appeared around, and they all reached forward to grab, and from time to time, there were pieces of broken stones, rusty iron sheets and other items in their hands.
His confrontation with Amon evolved into a constant theft and theft of positions, distorting and tampering with the stolen targets.
Amon's clones kept appearing around. Some of them were busy stealing, some were looking around, and some were chatting with Renekton:
"You have a talent for becoming a 'thief'. Are you really not considering changing your path?"
"The real me can help you steal the characteristics of 'sage' and below in your body, and you can safely jump to a new path."
"The top of the 'thief' and the adjacent path is still empty, and the top of this path is the pillar-level 'old day'. Are you really not tempted?"
Snap!
Renekton, who had been unable to successfully steal his own position, suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The sound was amplified and distorted into an air cannon that was enough to destroy a huge sailing ship. The
one attacked by the air cannon was the Amon standing in front of him. At the same time, all the surrounding Amons showed signs of tearing, like a newspaper torn by the wind, instantly torn into pieces.
Renekton distorted the target of the attack and turned it into all the Amons present. They were essentially one person, and this distortion was easily completed.
In midair, the fragmented Amons became illusory and erratic, and turned into the light and shadow of the Time Worm again, cruising and wandering around.
"Interesting, it turns out that you are carrying a magical item from the 'Black Emperor' path. No wonder you dare to confront me at the level of rules."
"I remember that you didn't have this magical item when I last saw you. Where did you find it? Or did you rely on the 'Fool' to get it from the outside world?"
"Oh, it seems to be the latter."
Amon's voice seemed ethereal and illusory, echoing from the dust in the air, the shadows in the corners, and the stone slabs and soil on the ground.
Renekton did not answer Amon's words, but raised his head slightly, looking at the sky where lightning flashed from time to time. The deep blue and purple brilliance in his eyes brightened for a moment, and he whispered:
"Light!"
His body was stained with a touch of gold, and countless golden light spots appeared around his body, emitting circles of pure, clear, warm and bright white light.
The moment this light appeared, every corner of Chernobyl was illuminated, leaving no dead corners, no shadows.
Under the pure and clear light, the shadows of the time worms that were cruising and wandering in the air quickly faded and disappeared.
The affected environment around him instantly returned to normal. Renekton took a step forward and his figure disappeared instantly.
The next moment, his figure appeared on the gray and white street hundreds of meters away, and restored his original appearance.
Less than five meters in front of him, Amon, wearing a white coat, walked out of the void. He raised his hand and pinched the monocle on his right eye.
Boom! Boom!
A series of silver-white electric snakes jumped out of thin air, carrying a strong and violent destructive aura that seemed to be real, and fell around Renekton, drowning his figure.
On the ground, silver-white electric snakes scurried around, and crackling sounds rang out.
This state lasted for about two or three seconds, and the dazzling silver-white light faded. Renekton was still standing in the same posture as before. Under his feet was a charred pit that was still glowing with a little red and a fine electric current. Renekton was there out of thin air, as if he didn't exist at all. He looked at Amon calmly, and his figure suddenly twisted and reappeared, coming directly behind Amon.
Amon turned around calmly and asked:
"How did you find out my intention to attack? Logically speaking, this kind of lightning attack is difficult to avoid by your own reaction except for detecting and avoiding it in advance."
"It's difficult, but not impossible." Renekton replied in a low voice.
Amon nodded thoughtfully and said, "I roughly know what you are."
After that, he stepped forward, walked past Renekton at a moderate pace, and walked towards the depths of Chernobyl, saying as he walked:
"Deep in this city, there is a pit that goes straight to the depths of the earth's core, connected to the pit of the 'Chaos Sea'. Are you interested in taking a look?"
Amon's test ended, and Renekton was not interested in continuing to fight with him. Although he could rely on his special status to suppress the other party's 'stealing', he could not do anything to the other party.
Following Amon, he said calmly: "I'm more curious about the news about the characteristics of the third 'Knowledge Emperor.'"
Amon put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and said leisurely:
"In the Second Age, the authority of the 'Hermit' and the 'Perfect' was scattered in the hands of various ancient gods. Among them, the ones who held the most were Lilith, Angrweed and Sonya Solem."
"As far as I know, from the Second Age to the present, there have been only two 'Knowledge Emperors'. The first was the subordinate god of the big lizard Angrweed. He fell in the conflict between giants and dragons a long time ago, and his characteristics were missing. You should be familiar with the second one. He is very well-known."
"Rossel Gustav." Renekton whispered Roselle's name again. He frowned slightly, feeling a little incredible that there have been only two "Knowledge Emperors" from the Second Age to the present.
Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle on his right eye, and said with a twitch of his mouth:
"I also think that without the birth of Sequence 0, the frequency of the 'Knowledge Emperor' appearing is a bit too low, but it is not ruled out that the Beyonders on this path are too unlucky. After all, 'Secret Peer' is very easy to die."
Renekton subconsciously looked up at Amon. He stole my thoughts again.
The two figures who stopped talking flashed a few times, one stole the position, and the other twisted the distance. In a few breaths, they came to the edge of the deep pit connected to the underground "Chaos Sea".
This is a very ordinary, nearly circular pit, and the edge of the hole is stained with a layer of black that is difficult to wash off.
As soon as Renekton stood at the edge of the pit, there was a faint sound of sobbing wind and strange whispers echoing in his ears.
He subconsciously frowned, with a look of disgust on his face, and looked down. Except for the blackness, he could not see anything.
Amon asked at the right time: "Do you hate the breath of the 'Chaos Sea'?"
"Except for the people of the five paths of omniscience and omnipotence, I don't think anyone would like the breath of the 'Chaos Sea', unless they want to accommodate more authority."
Renekton took a few steps back while speaking, and the deep lavender slowly flowing in his eyes gradually faded.
The will of the "God" in the "Chaos Sea" is not too strong. He didn't even notice my existence. Well, it may be the reason why I didn't go deeper.
Thinking of "God", he suddenly turned his head to look at Amon on the other side and asked:
"Do you think your father knows the whereabouts of the third "Knowledge Emperor" characteristic?"
"He is omniscient and omnipotent." Amon raised his chin slightly, with a little arrogance in his tone, but he did not answer Renekton's question directly.
Renekton looked at Amon and sneered, "Heh, it seems you are not sure either."
Amon did not show any emotional fluctuations because of his words, and said in a very calm tone:
"Why don't you go to the existing 'Omniscient' to ask, don't you have a good relationship with the Dragon of Betrayal?"
"Why, are you also worried that he will betray you at the right time, seize the authority of knowledge and civilization, and become the new 'Demon of Knowledge'?"
Renekton shook his head slowly, and said in a very firm tone:
"Absolute rationality allows Him to make the most beneficial decision for himself. This kind of blind and impulsive gambling behavior is not something that a natural mythical creature like Him can do."
"People will change, and so will God."
Amon sighed vaguely, and his figure instantly turned into countless pale white lights that flowed into the void and disappeared.
Renekton glanced at the place where Amon disappeared, then looked down at the hole that led directly to the "Chaos Sea" deep underground, and said in a low voice:
"Your breath is as disgusting as ever."
As soon as the voice fell, his body instantly became ethereal, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, rushing away. Chapter 549 Return to Saixidin
In the ruins of Saixidin, a place abandoned by the gods, a faint light that is difficult to be observed by the naked eye surged from the depths of the spirit world, and countless complex and pure knowledge quickly gathered to reconstruct Renekton's body.
After being promoted to "Sage" and regaining his identity, he only appeared here and felt the hidden characteristics of the "Knowledge Mentor".
It seems that as long as his will is stronger, that characteristic will break through the blockade and fly into his hands. He
also has a certain control over the things of the "Perfecter" path, but it is weaker than the "Hidden" path where he is. He muttered to himself, and suddenly stretched out his right hand and grasped in the void.
Saixidin, which was immersed in the thick darkness, suddenly surged with a layer of illusory light from all directions. The light overlapped with each other, as if building a huge and complex city.
These lights merged into the ruined city little by little, and the whole city seemed to come alive at this moment.
The information world hidden on the other side of the ruins of this city was directly captured by him, and it was forcefully integrated with the real city.
Click! Click! Click!
The sounds of machinery running and gears meshing were everywhere. The city seemed to have turned into a huge mechanical factory, and the streets gradually lit up with dim flames.
Renekton walked forward calmly. Behind him, pieces of white, illusory feathers condensed out. These feathers folded outward like a pair of exaggerated pure white wings.
Under the pure white wings, his body quickly cracked open one after another, and the black buried under the surface of the skin gradually turned out. His whole body turned into a black mass with countless eyes, full of madness, destruction, ominousness, disaster and other auras.
As the aura spread, under the influence of the "mysterious reappearance", eyes full of madness, ominousness and other auras grew out in the surrounding air, dust, ground, and collapsed building ruins.
They scanned the surroundings wantonly, analyzing and recording everything they saw, and passing this information to Renekton's mind.
During this process, crazy mechanical puppets continued to appear in the city that had come alive in the darkness. Their bodies, which were assembled from iron sheets, wooden strips, hay and other materials, were mutating wildly.
The surface painted with colored paints was leaking dark and sticky liquid, and green leaves and bright red fruits grew on the hay. The rusty iron sheets showed signs of cracks, and scales like barbs extended outward. In the cracks of the puppets' bodies, large white feathers grew. In
their eye sockets, deep red like blood slowly flowed, full of madness and bloodthirstiness, as if the crazy emotions that had been squeezed for a long time were finally released, and they did not hide their malice.
Every step forward, they made a clicking sound, and one or two white feathers fell down, or a few drops of dark and sticky liquid dripped.
Under the pure white wings, the eyes on the black balls of thread suddenly became deep, flowing with a deep light purple. He carefully looked at each crazy puppet that walked out of the darkness, his eyes penetrated their bodies, dismantling them bit by bit, analyzing, and recording.
Every puppet that was watched by these eyes became slow and heavy, and the parts on the body kept making creaking sounds under the heavy load, as if they would disintegrate at any time and scatter all over the ground.
The mutations on the puppets were rapidly intensifying, and the large white feathers growing from the gaps fell one by one, revealing the eye covered by the feathers, which was filled with flesh and blood.
The sound of the wind exploded, and a violent and sharp wind suddenly blew on the surrounding streets, blowing the crazy mutated puppets into pieces.
The wind swirling around seemed to be mixed with tiny blades, leaving tiny traces on the puppets' bodies, the surrounding ground, and the ruins of the collapsed houses on both sides of the street.
The whistling wind occasionally pierced through with a few silver-white lightning bolts, red fireballs, and shrill roars like undead spirits.
The puppets around him that were constantly changing completely ignored Renekton, who was walking in the middle of the road, and began to tear each other apart and attack.
Renekton maintained the form of a mythical creature, moving through the ruins of Cecilien at a moderate speed.
Soon, eyes filled with the aura of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster filled the entire city, so dense that they seemed to assimilate the entire city.
After walking through the entire city, Renekton finally stopped in front of the well-preserved zenith church. Under his pure white wings, the black mass covered with eyes began to shrink and flip inward, turning back into Renekton's appearance.
He raised his right hand high, condensing a slowly rotating ball of brilliant star sand. As if being pulled, the eyes growing in every corner of the city ruins also began to become brilliant, like stars emerging one after another, densely packed, dazzling, and light blue starlight sprinkled all over the city.
These stars cast one after another, intersecting into a magnificent pillar of light, enveloping the entire city.
In this light, whether it was the streets, the ruins of the buildings, or the crazy mutated puppets that attacked each other, they all began to dissolve little by little, collapsing into little by little light blue dots, rising and falling under the shining of the stars, slowly approaching Renekton's position, and merging into the slowly rotating star sand in his hand. The slowly rotating star sand became larger and larger, faster and faster, and gradually covered the entire dome church in front.
The huge and magnificent church built of huge stones and steel seemed to be stimulated, and a mixture of bright yellow and crimson light burst out from the inside, forming a huge light curtain that enveloped the entire temple and tried to dispel the surrounding starlight.
Renekton looked at the scene in front of him, lowered his eyes slightly, felt the will that was gradually becoming active in the depths of the temple, and whispered softly:
"Will you choose to wake up regardless of everything, or just completely dissipate in your sleep?"
As if in response to his words, an ancient, desolate, chaotic and crazy atmosphere spread from the depths of the church. The consciousness sleeping here was awakening little by little.
Above the church, the bright yellow and crimson light began to recycle and twist, and gradually felt substantial, turning into countless interlocking, slowly rotating gears.
Click~click~
The sound of mechanical operation kept coming to Renekton's ears. In front of him, the slowly rotating star sand gradually stagnated, and even the color evaporated quickly, as if it would collapse into the smallest particle structure at any time.
Renekton's figure flashed, and in an instant he came from the ground to the air. He looked at the star sand below that had lost its color and gradually collapsed, and stretched out his right hand to press down.
Silently, the bright starlight fell from the air and sank into the colorless star sand that enveloped the entire church.
The dim starlight became bright again and restored its color. The pale blue starlight lit up again, disintegrating the light curtain of bright yellow and deep red bit by bit, revealing the temple with a faint bronze color below.
Snap!
Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and his body leaned back leisurely. Dots of starlight fell beside him and quickly condensed into a high-back chair floating in the air.
Sitting on a high-back chair, Renekton lowered his eyes and looked down. There were stars twinkling in his eyes, reflecting a wilderness of light and shadow.
In this state, he could clearly feel the "Knowledge Mentor" attribute in the temple below that attracted him.
With a snap, he snapped his fingers again, using the "Fallen Earl" attribute that he had shattered and restored, to distort and amplify the aggregation effect of the extraordinary attributes.
The temple below was shaking continuously, as if it would disintegrate at any time. Dots of bronze light were separated from it and gathered around Renekton.
"Ah~~"
The moment the bronze light approached him, Renekton's ears echoed with an illusory and erratic shout, like a helpless roar, begging for mercy, and like a shrill curse.
As more and more light points gathered around him, the magnificent zenith church below disintegrated bit by bit, turning into pieces of debris, floating in the bright yellow and crimson light.
During this process, he kept hearing a disembodied, erratic roar echoing in his ears until no more light spots were emitted, and the sound gradually disappeared.
From beginning to end, the will of the "secret angel" had never really appeared, only the roar echoing in the mental imprint.
"What did Amon do after I left that information world last time? The remaining will of this "secret angel" was so weak that he couldn't even return as a crazy monster?"
"At first I thought he was too timid and didn't dare to return as a polluted, completely crazy person. As a result, he only had the strength to lie on the ground and groan." After
muttering to himself, Renekton clenched his right hand hard, and the "knowledge mentor" characteristics that had just gathered and formed shattered in his hand, turning into floating bronze light spots.
Under his deliberate manipulation, the bronze light spots floated around his arm, gathering and forming little by little, and finally turned into a mechanical glove engraved with many fine and complex patterns, with a bronze luster on the surface.
As the glove took shape, the corresponding information automatically emerged in his mind:
This glove contains all the characteristics of the "General Knowledge" path from sequence nine to sequence two. It has certain living characteristics, but it is very rigid and mechanical. It will occasionally attract dangerous factors around it, creating chaos and panic.
It is necessary to extract vitality and infuse it into the glove at a fixed time, otherwise it will automatically extract the user's vitality. It also needs to extract vitality to feed it after each use. The minimum limit of extracting vitality is one person, and the maximum is a city. The specific amount is determined by the glove. If it cannot meet the requirements, it will directly extract the user's vitality. Chapter 550 Secret Doll
"How come there is also the attribute of greed?" Renekton muttered to himself, stretching out his left hand and tapping the surface of the mechanical glove with his fingers, making a tapping sound.
The surface of the bronze mechanical glove made a creaking sound, and a crack appeared, revealing the precise gear structure inside that was biting each other, making a continuous clicking sound.
Inexplicably, a child's expression of looking at him aggrievedly appeared in his mind, as if saying, "I just get hungry easily!"
Renekton's mouth twitched slightly and said, "The characteristic of being alive is stronger than I thought."
While speaking, he stood up from the high-backed chair condensed by starlight, and his figure flashed, and he appeared directly in the empty square in front of the temple below.
He half-crouched and pressed his right hand wearing a bronze mechanical glove on the dilapidated and decayed graystone ground.
The mechanical glove on his right hand made a sound of gears running, and the precise and complex patterns engraved on the surface lit up one by one, flashing a pale white light.
The next moment, with his right hand on the ground as the center, the colors evaporated quickly, and on the ground, the dilapidated and decayed gray stone turned into pieces of dust and spread out quickly.
In just a moment, the entire square, including part of the temple in front, turned into a gray dust, which drifted away with a sudden gust of wind.
Renekton stood up from the ground that turned into dust, looked down at the mechanical glove on his right hand, and whispered to himself:
"Your limit for absorbing vitality is within a range of 100 meters, and there are things that are directly in contact?"
As soon as the voice fell, his right index finger, driven by the mechanical glove, clicked three times continuously and quickly.
After receiving the reply from the glove, Renekton nodded lightly, and then walked towards the temple in front, intending to recover the remaining characteristics here.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked up to the right. With the light brought by the lightning that broke through the sky, he saw clearly a monster that looked like a combination of a bird and a wolf in the corner of the ruins of a collapsed house in the distance.
The monster's dark green eyes dimmed instantly, and it fell backwards, as if it had suddenly lost all its vitality.
Renekton changed the direction of his steps, and the distance measurement standard was suddenly distorted. He only took a step forward, but instantly appeared next to the fallen monster.
A deep lavender appeared in his eyes, and the information of this monster that looked like a cross between a bird and a wolf appeared clearly in his eyes.
"A corpse that has been dead for a while has been made into a secret doll?"
While talking to himself, his eyes flashed and became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm.
In this situation, it obviously lost its focus and its eyes were blank.
In his mind, the experience of this monster in its lifetime automatically emerged:
hiding in the darkness, quietly waiting for prey to be hunted, its body suddenly stiffened, and then it ran towards the ruins of the city ahead at a speed far beyond its own limit. In the ruins of the city, it saw many eyes shining with starlight.
The pictures seen through the "prophecy" were fragmented and soon dissipated.
Renekton's eyes soon became clear again. He was completely unable to track the existence that turned this monster into a secret puppet. He tried to peek from the level of fate, but there was always a fog blocking his eyes.
"'Dark Wolf' Kotar, you are a bit of a fool. You are the only wolf in the God-Forsaken Land who is a 'diviner'."
Renekton whispered a mocking sentence to the 'Dark Wolf', and then bent down and pressed his right hand wearing a mechanical glove on the monster's body.
The monster's body, which was covered with short and thick gray-brown hair and palm-length feathers, instantly became shriveled and lost its color, and gradually turned into pieces and fell to the ground.
After doing all this, his body instantly became ethereal, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, surging like a torrent into the spirit world, searching for the figure of the "Dark Wolf" in the surrounding area.
After about ten minutes, a stream of information that was difficult to see with the naked eye emerged from the depths of the spirit world and reassembled Renekton's body in front of the dilapidated and decaying temple.
He had just searched the area within a dozen kilometers, but didn't see a single wolf hair.
"As expected of an angel from the 'Fortune Teller' path, he wanted to hide so badly that even the 'Eye of Secrets' couldn't find any trace of him."
Renekton sighed as he walked into the temple.
The statue in the hall that was destroyed by Amon had completely disappeared, without even a rubble left.
The puppets that had been praying in the hall had all disappeared, leaving only some scattered parts and debris on the ground, as if indicating that this place had experienced chaos.
Renekton looked around, taking in all the traces and auras left in the hall, and soon he simulated what had happened here before in his mind. "Amon brought part of the will and breath of the 'True Creator' here, breaking the original balance here. The changes in the information world also affected this side, making the puppets here crazy and starting to attack each other."
"Why did he do this?"
Frowning and thinking for a moment, Renekton decided to give up the plan to continue exploring. There was no absolute, irreconcilable contradiction between him and Amon. As long as it was not directed at him, he could completely ignore the other party. Moreover, he had already planned to leave the Forsaken Land of God, so his attention to Amon was not so urgent and necessary.
Thinking of this, he half raised his left hand and stretched it forward, condensing a dark, ancient horn with an extremely heavy and powerful meaning.
He put the "Horn of Destruction" to his lips and blew it hard.
The heavy, suppressed low humming sound immediately echoed around. Under the superposition of sound waves, the dilapidated and decayed temple had cracked into wide cracks, from the inside to the outside, and it broke into pieces bit by bit, turning into the tiniest crumbs, slowly floating in the air and falling.
Bright yellow, deep red, light blue and silver-white light spots kept coming out from the floating debris in the air, floating around and slowly gathering.
These light spots representing different paths and sequences of extraordinary characteristics gradually gathered together, and finally formed a dice inlaid with many gems.
It was the size of a fist, with a dark black base. Each side was inlaid with gems of different colors and numbers, one point of black, two points of cyan, three points of silver, four points of dark green, five points of deep red and six points of golden yellow. Each side exuded a completely different aura, and they were clearly separated from each other, appearing chaotic, evil and sacred.
Renekton glanced at the dice lying quietly on the ground from a distance, with a deep lavender glow flowing in his eyes. In just a moment, he understood the information of this magical item.
This magical item, which is a mixture of many auras and characteristics, has no clear effect. Different sides will release different extraordinary abilities, which may be positive or negative. It may act on the person who throws the dice or on a certain range around. The intensity is between sequence nine and sequence four, completely random, but the higher the intensity, the lower the probability of occurrence.
One point of black represents the extraordinary ability of the dark and corrupted domains, two points of cyan represent the extraordinary ability of the life domain, three points of silver represent the extraordinary ability of the storm domain, four points of dark green represent the death domain, five points of deep red represent the moon domain, and six points of golden yellow represent the sun domain.
It will constantly attract nearby living creatures to approach and turn it. If no creature turns it for a long time, it will turn spontaneously. As time goes by, its spontaneous rotation speed will gradually increase.
"Very interesting dice, just like adding a map of the 'door' path, you can play a real adventure game full of excitement and passion."
Renekton whispered to himself, and the idea of making a matching chessboard for it gradually became stronger.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the thoughts rising in his heart, he gently rubbed his fingers, creating a little starlight, and moved the dice lying quietly on the ground to his hand.
These starlights condensed instantly and turned into translucent amber, forming a simple seal, cutting off the dice's perception of the outside world, and also limiting its ability to rotate on its own.
After doing all this, he remained silent for two seconds, turned his head and looked to the side and back, and his body instantly became virtual, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, surging towards the distance like a torrent.
On a hill about two or three hundred meters to the left of Saixiting, a huge and pure flow of information rushed here and quickly reassembled Renekton's body.
He looked down at the corpse of a monster lying on the ground, and said calmly to the front:
"Are you looking for me?"
His voice kept echoing around and spreading far away, and there was no sign of weakening.
As the voice spread to the deep darkness far away, there was no longer any echo in his ears, and he did not get any response.
After a moment of silence, seeing that no one came out to respond to him, Renekton turned around and his body instantly became illusory.
The next moment, a dim flame suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him, and a middle-aged man holding an animal skin lantern, wearing a dark classical court robe, with dark eyes with a hint of green, and a face covered with rough black beard walked out of the darkness.
He appeared very abruptly, as if he was teleported from a very far place. There was no trace of extraordinary aura on his body. He stared at Renekton and spoke in a low and hoarse voice in a very ancient language:
"Have you seen 'Source Castle'?"
Renekton's illusory body solidified again. He calmly looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and his eyes instantly became deep.
In his sight, behind the secret puppet who suddenly appeared in front of him, there were layers of illusory fog, making it difficult to see clearly and understand.