Chapter 541 Promoted to "Sage" (make up for yesterday's chapter)
The easternmost part of the God-Forsaken Land, where the thick barrier formed by endless gray fog is located.
In the information state, Renekton, who lost the ability to perceive the surrounding things, suddenly became sober and gradually found himself.
The prayers of countless people echoed in his ears, using different languages, different tones, and different voices, which seemed very messy, but he could easily distinguish what these voices wanted to express, understand the emotions and will mixed in the language, and use this to make his spirit more stable.
In this process, his own spiritual will began to undergo qualitative changes little by little. Gradually, some of it broke away from the level of angels and evolved to a higher level. This time, his spirit seemed unusually stable under the impact of the chaotic and complex information around him.
As his thoughts became clear, he began to gather the divergent and faded torrent of his own information little by little, and began to converge again.
At a certain moment, he vaguely saw an indescribable and indescribable silver-white light. These lights were surging, and there was no beginning or end, which made people inexplicably think of the river representing fate.
As the light emerged, something in him seemed to break, and something was taking root and sprouting little by little, growing rapidly.
He felt much more relaxed and comfortable, as if he had taken off a heavy disguise and returned to his true self.
In his mind, many vague memories that he had forgotten intentionally or unintentionally emerged.
He saw the indescribable, infinitely vast wilderness, but this time the perspective had changed, and he seemed to have become the wilderness itself.
He saw the indescribable, pure, and extremely chaotic silver-white light again. This time he knew the name of this light: the Key of Light, endless chaos, and the incarnation of fate.
It is the Key of Light that represents the chaos of fate, and it is the incarnation of fate.
It has always been alone, watching everything and observing everything, never participating in the planning and actions of other source substances, nor communicating with them.
Below it, in the wilderness where countless figures wandered, huge gullies appeared, and countless dark things emerged from them. In the distance, the long silver river was entangled.
The picture quickly blurred, and he saw the wilderness returning to peace and the silver light. A faint light that was difficult to see clearly burst out from the depths of the wilderness and fell into the river representing fate, stained with a thick layer of silver, and was pushed far away, pushed beyond the endless gray fog.
Gradually, a clearer whisper began to echo in Renekton's ears. The voice was indifferent and crazy, as if it was talking to itself:
"It is the most mysterious and the first source to come alive."
"As the chaotic side of fate, it sensed the soul I captured, which is different from the soul of this universe."
"The pursuit of knowledge and destiny is our instinct. I had some disputes with it, and that soul shattered in the process. As a result, we went from confrontation to cooperation."
This is not any known language, but Renekton can understand it easily and understand what it wants to express.
After a brief silence, he asked himself in his heart:
"Am I the product of your collaborative experiment? An identity used to collect characteristics and authority outside the seal?"
The indifferent and crazy whispers continued to echo in his ears:
"Yes and no"
"You are more successful than the 'Hidden Sage'. You are a part of me and a side of my personality."
"Before the seal of the Western Continent is lifted, I cannot completely merge with you. The information I can convey and the power of penetration are very limited."
"Your interference with fate will become the nourishment of the 'Key of Light' and become its anchor point to the outside world. If we create enough chaos, perhaps we can break free of the seal and seize more authority before the mystery returns."
"This is extremely important in the subsequent confrontation with the 'High-Dimensional Overlooker', the 'Super Star Master', the 'Fate Weaver', and the 'Ring of Fate'."
"Don't believe in the 'mystery', don't believe in Him under any circumstances."
"'God' is also untrustworthy. Maintaining the balance between them and preventing 'God' from ever being born is the best outcome."
This was not the other party answering his question, but a pre-set and transmitted message. However, as the main body, the "Wild Knowledge" had already anticipated his reaction, so it seemed like a question and an answer at this time.
The whispers echoing in his ears gradually disappeared, and the faint light composed of waves of complex knowledge broke away from the depths of the spirit world and gathered in front of the wall composed of endless gray fog, reconstructing Renekton's body with complex and pure knowledge. His flesh and blood were still wriggling and surging very slowly, as if eyes were growing out of his body.
His eyes were shining with pure light, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling, but also seemed quite cold and without warmth.
This state did not last too long. He found a huge rock nearby and sat down, closed his eyes and recovered his state through meditation.
After 10 to 20 minutes, when he opened his eyes again, the abnormally pure and cold light in his eyes had disappeared, and his flesh and blood had calmed down.
"Huh"
"It's worse than I expected, but also better than I expected."
"But I roughly understand why my luck is fluctuating, and sometimes I make decisions that are inconsistent with my predictions and personality."
"No wonder I took Will Auceptin's probability dice. He just complained a few words in his dream. I want to see Ouroboros but I can never see him."
After a pause, he quickly thought of a new problem. If I return to the "Wild Knowledge", I should encounter the same problem as the "True Creator". After the fusion, who will be the dominant one? I am just a side of my personality, and I will definitely not be able to compete for the "Wild Knowledge" of the Western Continent, unless the old salted fish of the "Key of Light" is willing to help me.
"I'm adapting to my new identity a little too quickly, a bit like the embodiment of a 'virtual personality'. 'Knowledge Wilderness' was previously compatible with God, so it still retains some information about the visionary. Can I simulate the corresponding abilities?"
"I still need to find Miss Justice again. I hope she has been promoted to 'hypnotist', so that the effect of psychological intervention will be better."
He whispered to himself twice, and quickly gathered his scattered thoughts. With the silver-white light brought by the frequent lightning in the sky, he looked up and looked around.
The light purple brilliance in his eyes flashed, and everything around him changed in his eyes, becoming extremely clear and thorough. As long as he focused his attention, his thinking speed would be greatly improved, making everything in his field of vision look like it was in slow motion.
As his attention focused, the silver-white lightning across the sky gradually slowed down in his eyes. He could disassemble it bit by bit, see the movement trajectory of the charge, decompose the current from the information level, understand its effect, and figure out the type of power that restrains it and is restrained by it.
He could see the traces left by the monsters hiding in the darkness, see where they were hiding, and see the peculiarities of them.
He could even glimpse the remnant of the "Storm Lord" from the clouds covering the sky, see the shadow curtains falling from the infinite height in the darkness, and see the quiet and peaceful darkness in it.
After taking in everything around him, he closed his eyes, then opened them again. There was no longer the obscure lavender color in his light blue eyes, but they still gave people a feeling of wisdom, a little too calm and indifferent.
He curled his lips, but felt that his smile was a little fake, like a simple superficial expression.
Human nature is becoming increasingly weak. With a sigh in his heart, he lowered his eyes slightly, and carefully felt some of the changes in himself after becoming an angel, as well as the improvement of his extraordinary abilities:
"The 'Eye of Peering' has been further improved. In addition to being able to see the structure of things from the information level, it also has the ability to see the essence of things, similar to the angels of the 'Perfect One' path."
"Combined with the fast thinking ability similar to bullet time, I can analyze the extraordinary people, extraordinary abilities, and magical items I see in a very short time, understand their weaknesses and strengths, and solve problems in a very easy way." "
This is a bit similar to the 'Insight' of the 'White Tower' path, but it should be stronger. Even angels find it difficult to hide anything in front of my 'Eye of Peering', unless they are 'Secret' angels." "
The extraordinary abilities I originally possessed have also been upgraded to the angel level. In addition, I can also transform the knowledge I have mastered into substantial power, which is a bit like a more advanced version of 'Mysterious Reappearance'. I can also turn myself into a pure information flow creature. This is a step further, which is the ability of the 'Knowledge Emperor' to manipulate and modify information."
"I am now a complete mythical creature. Thanks to the nature of the 'Wilderness of Knowledge', although I do not have the status of the old days, I am far superior to ordinary angels, and even true gods of Sequence 0. Especially when facing the high-level beings of the two paths of 'Perfectors' and 'Hiddeners', I have a natural suppression on them."
"Hehe, I even feel that I can now challenge Steam alone, and then there is a high probability that I will be suppressed by it and made into a new seal."
With a self-deprecating remark, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the dark copper lantern out of thin air. The next second, his figure disappeared in an instant, and then appeared a hundred meters away.
He followed the barrier made of gray fog all the way north with a premonition. His figure kept disappearing and reappearing. In a moment, he walked a distance of more than a thousand meters. Chapter 542 The Eternal Fog.
Shortly after Renekton left, a flash of lightning streaked across the dark sky, and the silvery light illuminated the surrounding earth. A figure wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat of the same color appeared on the boulder.
He wore a crystal monocle on his right eye, and with his arms folded across his chest, he was looking around with interest, and sighed in a voice that was hard to tell:
"What a pity, I'm a step too late. The noise just now was really loud. No wonder I have to come here to advance. If it were outside, steam would have rushed out of the Perfect Land and started a round of God Wars in the real world."
"But with such a big noise, the 'Hanged Man' hiding in the mountain just took a look and stopped paying attention. This attitude is a bit intriguing!"
"Perhaps, it's time for my body to go out and walk around. I can find a chance to take back the 'Time Worm' characteristics stored in Pales."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and raised the monocle on his right eye. His figure suddenly disappeared on the boulder, and the next moment he appeared directly on a hill thousands of meters away.
After a pause of one second, his figure disappeared again.
A few hundred miles away from the place where he was promoted before, Renekton's figure kept flashing forward with a dark copper lantern. He didn't know that Amon appeared there shortly after he left the place. If he knew, he would have walked faster.
The figure flashed forward several times, and he suddenly stopped, standing quietly in front of a rotten tree stump, looking calmly ahead.
About 500 meters in front of him, there was a simple altar with many spiritual materials from monsters on it.
In front of the altar, an old man wearing dark brown animal skins was kneeling. His hair was completely gray and hung down in a mess. He was chanting something in a low voice, and his posture was extremely pious.
Behind this old man, there were dozens of people kneeling sparsely with animal skin lanterns. They were wearing simple animal skin clothes, their heads were tightly lowered, and their bodies were alienated to varying degrees.
"People from Moon City?"
"Because of the commotion I just caused, they think it's feedback from this gray fog, so they started the ceremony again?"
After whispering to himself, Renekton turned his head to look at the gray fog on the other side, and a layer of very charming light purple floated in his eyes, as if he could glimpse all the secrets of the world.
In this state, he could clearly see the essence of the endless gray-white fog. He could even see the broken spots of light in the historical fog, some dim, some flickering, as if as long as he focused his attention, he could see the information contained in it.
Can I also see the historical pores and the historical records contained in them? It should be my own specialness. I have a certain control over any form of information, so I can see the information in those historical pores. If it were other "sages" or even "Knowledge Emperors", they might not be able to do this.
After sighing silently in his heart, his eyes were once again attracted by the endless gray-white fog in front of him. With the sacrifices of the residents of Moon City, some changes gradually occurred, and there was a little more instinct to live.
He could still clearly hear the residents of Moon City chanting the honorific name in a language similar to Giant:
"The eternal mist, the barrier that solidifies time and space, the existence that embraces everything"
As the residents of Moon City chanted repeatedly, the gray fog that was quietly flowing in front of him surged again, making a humming sound, like the friction of air, and like a low and hoarse roar.
The gray fog continued to gather and tear, and gradually, it tore out a blurry face, as if countless tiny insects were crawling and gathering, a face between humans and beasts, trying to extend outward above the gray fog wall.
Witnessing all this, Renekton sighed in a low voice:
"It's interesting, the change just now seems to have made it come alive again."
The dark copper lantern in his hand flashed a few times, and his figure kept "flashing". In a moment, he appeared in front of the wall of endless gray fog.
He raised the lantern in his hand toward the top of his head, and the face that grew out of the boundless gray fog stretched down. The gray fog rubbed against the air, making a hoarse sound, and it sounded like it was in the sky.
Renekton held up the lantern and looked at it. The deep blue and purple light in his eyes slowly flowed, reflecting a dense and bright starry sky.
In this state, he could more clearly and easily perceive the state of the gray fog and the emotions of this face.
"You keep malice towards me, because you remember the breath just now?"
Renekton whispered to himself. Under the dim light, the distance was stretched very long. No matter how the face that grew out of the gray fog stretched down, it could never really get close to him.
He stared at the face that grew out of the gray fog in silence for a moment, and his free left hand stretched forward a little, condensing a dark ancient horn, with an extremely heavy and powerful meaning.
The angel-level "Horn of Destruction" emits a low, difficult-to-cover and isolate sound after it is blown. The superposition of sound waves can shatter everything within a certain range.
He put the "Horn of Destruction" to his lips, puffed up his cheeks slightly, and blew the horn vigorously.
A low and heavy sound like a low hum instantly echoed around him, and invisible sound waves spread out in circles. The surrounding void kept making tiny crackling sounds, as if it was cracking a little bit, gradually heading towards destruction.
In the sound waves filled with the flavor of destruction, the face that was condensed by countless gray fogs, between humans and beasts, collapsed little by little, turning into the most primitive historical fog, and blending into the endless gray fog wall behind. Behind Renekton, the Moon City residents who were holding a sacrifice had already noticed the changes here. They looked at the sudden appearance of the figure and the face that grew out of the gray fog in astonishment.
After a brief moment of unconsciousness, the high priest Nim, who was in charge of the ceremony, quickly called on the people behind him to retreat.
Woo~woo~
The heavy low hum with a sense of destruction turned into an invisible sound wave that continued to spread outward, spreading far away, almost covering the scope of a city.
Within this range, whether it was the gray fog, the soil on the ground, or even the silver-white lightning that struck from the sky, the deep and oppressive darkness around them, all collapsed and dissipated bit by bit.
It lasted for about half a minute, and the reverberating horn sound finally disappeared.
Renekton stood calmly in the air. The ground he was standing on had disappeared, leaving only a large pit. In front of him, the gray fog continued to surge, and the gap created by the invisible sound wave was filled, and the remaining gray space was quickly shrouded by darkness again.
"Is it really not working?" Renekton said to himself in a low voice, shaking his right hand holding the lantern a few times.
The next moment, he raised his left hand high, as if touching the sky above his head. A warm and clear light quickly emerged around him and began to accumulate in his hand, condensing into a spear that was extremely pure and extremely white, as if it was made of pure sunlight.
Under the dim light of the lantern, the spear in his hand became particularly white and hot, as if it was stained with a layer of golden light.
The spear flew out of his hand the moment it took shape and sank directly into the depths of the gray fog.
The slowly surging gray fog suddenly became violently agitated, and in the depths of the gray fog appeared a miniature sun that was extremely white and bright enough to illuminate the entire city, shining with a pure white light that seemed to purify everything.
The gray fog continued to roll outward for a while, and then began to gather inward again, gradually submerging the miniature sun that was extremely white and covered all the light.
"The seals formed by these gray fogs also inherit some characteristics of the three paths, and they cannot be broken by force."
After whispering to himself, Renekton put his left hand in his pocket and turned to walk in the direction of the people in Moon City.
As he took a step, his figure flashed a few times, and he easily left the area that was just destroyed by the "Horn of Destruction".
Less than a kilometer away from the place destroyed by the "Horn of Destruction", the people of Moon City, who had different degrees of alienation on their bodies, looked ahead nervously and curiously.
It was not until the surging gray fog gradually subsided that people began to whisper, curious and worried.
Standing in the front was the gray-haired high priest Nim. Next to him was a young man holding an animal skin lantern. His body was abnormally hunched, and there were large and small bulges from his neck to his cheeks, as if new limbs were about to grow out of it.
He looked ahead with a somewhat uneasy look, as if he was worried that the mysterious man who had just attacked the gray fog would suddenly appear in front of them and attack them.
While being alert, he asked the high priest Nim beside him with some expectation:
"High priest, the figure that suddenly appeared just now, is he really a human? Or a monster somewhere in the depths of darkness? Was he attacking this gray fog just now?"
"I don't know." High priest Nim sighed softly.
"Are you talking about me?"
A clear voice that sounded very young and spoke a completely different language from theirs suddenly echoed in the ears of everyone in Moon City.
Everyone was alert in an instant, and Renekton felt that he could even hear the pounding heartbeats in their bodies.
He paused and planned to continue approaching. He raised the lantern in his hand and put on a friendly smile on his face that he thought showed a little emotion, saying:
"I have no ill intentions, but I saw that you have been looking over here, so I came to take a look out of curiosity."
The people in Moon City seemed to be more nervous when they heard his words. They hesitated to get closer, but did not dare to take a step forward. Chapter 543: A New Week's Gathering
The high priest Nim, who was standing at the front, took the animal skin lantern from the hunched young man beside him, and nervously moved forward a little, stopping less than five meters away from Renekton.
It seemed that because he was too old, or because he had been eating contaminated food for many years, his eyesight was not very good. After looking at Renekton from different angles for a long time, he spoke in a nervous voice:
"I'm very sorry, we didn't mean to discuss you. This is the first time we have seen a human other than us. Please forgive me."
"Don't be so polite." Renekton nodded lightly in response.
Nim seemed to have finally confirmed something. He spoke with some curiosity:
"You don't seem to be from this area, or from this continent. The language you speak is very strange. Although I can understand the meaning, it should be a magical effect you cast. It itself does not belong to any language I know."
Renekton nodded gently and said:
"This is Feynapot, a language used by a country outside the God-Forsaken Land."
"God-Forsaken Land?" Nim murmured with a complicated expression, as if he had aged a lot.
After a pause, he seemed to have mustered up the courage to ask:
"Excuse me, do you know how to leave this God-Forsaken Land? What kind of price do we need to pay for it?"
"Oh, there is no price, because you can't do it at all." Renekton chuckled and paused for two seconds before he continued:
"Starting from here to the west, you need to cross the entire continent. The Giant King's Court there is the passage to leave the God-Forsaken Land."
"Giant King's Court. I know it." High Priest Nim lowered his head and murmured softly, his voice getting lower and lower until it was silent.
The scene was silent for a moment, and he raised his head again, showing Renekton a bitter smile.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Renekton:
"You don't need to ask me for anything, your fate is not with me."
"Wait, one year later, someone will come here again, he will come with oracles and hope, that is your chance to leave here."
"This is a prophecy."
As the last sentence fell, Renekton's figure suddenly became transparent and virtual, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature, surging like a torrent and moving away.
Nim stood there in a daze, looking at the place where Renekton disappeared, with a little disappointment in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, he gathered his mind, and returned to the group of people in Moon City with the animal skin lantern.
As soon as they approached, the people of Moon City who had been anxiously watching on the side asked anxiously:
"High Priest, what did that man say at the end? Is he really a human from the outside world?"
Nim looked at the people in front of him with complicated expressions and slowly said:
"A prophecy"
After leaving Moon City, Renekton went west for a distance and came to a collapsed and abandoned temple.
In the darkness, scarlet eyes lit up in the depths of the temple, and a wind with a fishy smell whistled in his face.
Thick green vines fell from the sky, covering the surrounding area like a rainstorm, completely covering Renekton's figure, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Only a few vague figures in the darkness hit the walls and ground of the temple, bringing a sound of bricks and stones collapsing and breaking, making the temple, which was already in a semi-collapsed state, even more dilapidated.
In the dimension isolated from reality, the green vines intertwined and intertwined with each other, quickly forming a wide green forest, layer upon layer, and the top could not be seen at all.
Under Renekton's deliberate manipulation, some of the green vines intertwined around him to form a set of green tables and chairs.
He placed the lantern on the table, leaned lazily on the long chair with vines intertwined, and closed his eyes to take a nap.
After about a few minutes, a thick gray mist suddenly emerged from his eyes, and Klein's somewhat erratic and high voice echoed in his ears:
"Prepare for the party."
Unlike before, this time he grasped some of the aura of "Source Castle" and looked up with deep eyes, as if he was looking at Klein across space. Above the gray fog, Klein's heartbeat suddenly quickened for no reason. He looked away from Renekton's gaze somewhat unnaturally.
After two seconds, he looked back curiously, but Renekton had already withdrawn his gaze.
"It's so strange, what happened to him? Even above the gray fog, I actually felt a sense of crisis. He seemed to have some characteristics that could shake this gray fog?"
After talking to himself for a while, Klein decided to do a divination. He skillfully manifested the yellow crystal pendant that he often used for divination, closed his eyes, and silently recited the divination sentence.
After repeating it several times, he opened his eyes and looked at the yellow crystal pendant in his hand that was slowly rotating counterclockwise. He felt relieved:
"Fortunately, the changes in him will not cause danger to me. However, what happened to him? He has undergone a lot of changes, changes that are difficult to see through."
Time soon came to three o'clock in the afternoon. Renekton looked at the gray mist and deep red light that emerged again in front of him. It seemed that as long as he squeezed it a little harder, he could cut off his connection with the gray mist and easily reject Klein's move to pull people.
Resisting the urge to try, he used meditation to keep himself calm, allowing his spirit body to follow the pulling force created by Klein into the space above the gray mist.
Above the gray mist, in the palace with a towering dome.
Deep red light rose up and quickly retracted inward, condensing into blurry figures on both sides of the mottled long table.
Klein carefully and secretly opened his spiritual vision and looked at everyone. The spirituality of Miss Justice and Miss Magician had not yet completely converged. It seemed that they had completed their promotion last week.
Without stopping, he turned his head to look at the other side of the mottled long table. At that moment, he suddenly had a strong warning in his heart, which made him subconsciously retract his gaze.
Can't look, can't look!
Is there anyone I can't look at? Al? Has he been promoted to "Sage" in the God-Forsaken Land?
As Klein's thoughts surged in his mind, he closed his spiritual vision. Relying on the cover of the gray fog, he calmly looked at Renekton, who was sitting lazily on the high-back chair on the side of the mottled long table. He
couldn't see any changes, but he could vaguely feel that he seemed to be calmer and more rational.
As his thoughts turned, he heard the greeting of "Justice" Audrey.
"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~"
"Justice" Audrey stood up lightly and skillfully, lifted the hem of her skirt, and saluted to "Fool" Klein, who was at the top of the mottled long table.
Following Miss "Justice"'s lead, the other members of the Tarot Club also began to stand up and salute, and then nodded to each other.
"Chariot" Anderson, who had already experienced two Tarot Clubs, gradually adapted to the situation. His sitting posture had changed from being as upright as a student in school to being a bohemian adventurer.
Retracting his gaze from everyone, Klein tapped the table with his fingers before "Hermit" Cattleya, who wanted to materialize the diary, spoke. He spoke in a leisurely voice with a little admiration:
"Let us first congratulate our Miss Hypnotist and Miss Recorder for their successful promotions, and of course, our new Mr. Sage!"
"Justice" Audrey and "Magician" Fors were very surprised and happy to turn sideways and bow slightly to "The Fool" Klein, who was at the top of the mottled long table.
At the same time, they guessed in their hearts that "Sage" was a title belonging to Sequence 1.
The new "Sage". "White Tower" has actually been promoted to Sage. This speed is too fast, so fast that it is abnormal. Cattleya, the "Hermit" who knows the "Sage" best, couldn't control her expression. She turned her head to look at Renekton who was sitting in front of her with astonishment and excitement.
The Queen had been in the Sequence 3 "Master of Prophecy" stage for so long and couldn't find an opportunity to be promoted. But he was promoted so quickly and easily. This is definitely abnormal!
Thinking of this, she was curious and concerned and asked:
"How did you get promoted to 'Sage'?"
Renekton moved his body slightly, looked at Cattleya on the opposite side, and chuckled:
"I have always had a 'Sage' characteristic in me. When it is completely integrated with me, I will naturally be promoted."
This, a natural angel? Only the Hidden Sage can do this. No wonder. Cattleya was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted. She quickly restrained her outward emotions and said calmly:
"You need to pay attention to the balance between your divinity and humanity. Your situation is more dangerous than that of an ordinary angel."
Angel? The Sage is a Sequence 2 angel! No wonder Mr. Fool mentioned our promotion before the party. It turned out that he saw that Mr. White Tower had been promoted to an angel. Audrey, Justice, looked at Renekton, who was sitting lazily on the high-back chair, with unbearable curiosity. Angel! It's
an angel! I was still complacent about my promotion the second before, and the next second I was told that someone in the Tarot Club was promoted to an angel? Obviously, we are all about the same age, no, Mr. White Tower seems to be younger than me. This suddenly made me feel even more uncomfortable. Magician Fors lay lazily on her back, and she suddenly had the idea that she was actually a waste.
Angel! Is this guy still human? This promotion speed is a bit too sensational. "Moon" Emlyn and "Chariot" Anderson have surprisingly consistent thoughts. Chapter 544 Those who bravely pursue the light deserve to be embraced by the light.
"The Hanged Man" Alger looked at Renekton, who was separated from him by a small sun Derrick, with a complicated expression. No wonder he didn't need the coordinates of the original island. When he first joined the Tarot Club, he was not even a demigod. He was promoted to the angel level in such a short time. Is he also a god-favored person?
"Sun" Derrick looked at Renekton with deep envy and admiration in his eyes and said:
"Congratulations, Mr. 'White Tower'."
"Except for the angel sent by the 'Fool' to help me purify Amon's possession, you are the second angel I have seen and contacted up close."
"In the history recorded in our Silver City, angels were also called subordinate gods in ancient times. They already have the power of gods to a certain extent."
Klein controlled his trumpet "World" and turned his head to look at Renekton and said:
"Congratulations."
"This is just a predetermined fate." Renekton replied calmly.
After a pause, he turned his head to look at the little sun next to him and said with a smile:
"If you can be promoted to Sequence 3, I can find you a trait of 'Light Chaser'. This is my promise."
"Those who bravely pursue the light deserve to be embraced by the light."
In the last sentence, his tone was filled with some ups and downs, as if he was softly chanting a verse, telling a prophecy.
Klein, who was the first to come back to his senses from his words, asked his trumpet "World" to ask:
"Is this your prophecy?"
"You can say that." Renekton nodded gently, confirming his thoughts.
"Sun" Derrick was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He got up from his seat with some excitement, bowed to Renekton and said:
"Thank you very much. If that time really comes, I will buy the trait of 'Light Chaser' from you at a suitable price."
Without a suitable price, at the level of Angels, Beyonder traits have long been priceless. "Hanged Man" Alger lowered his eyes, feeling mixed emotions and sighing in his heart that sometimes, luck is more important than hard work and talent.
It turns out that the Sequence 2 of the "Sun" Path is called "Light Chaser", a very meaningful name. Those who bravely pursue light deserve to be embraced by light. Is this referring to the environment of the Silver City? I wonder if Mr. "Sun" and his team have walked out of the God-Forsaken Land in the future that Mr. "White Tower" has seen. It should be, because that is the place that Mr. "Fool" is paying attention to.
As her thoughts floated, "Justice" Audrey subconsciously turned her head to glance at Mr. "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table.
What are you looking at me for? Miss "Justice" also wants such a promise? If I were also an angel, I would definitely not hesitate. Unfortunately, I am only a Sequence 5 Puppet Master. While Klein sighed in his heart, he also began to think about how he would play the role of "Puppet Master".
"Magician" Fors, "Moon" Emlyn, and "Chariot" Anderson had surprisingly consistent ideas at this time. Damn, I am so envious! This is a promise from an angel, an opportunity to be promoted to an angel, and it was given away for nothing. If I was the first person to say congratulations, I would be
the first to say congratulations. After a brief silence, the most sociable "Warrior" Anderson looked at Renekton and grinned:
"Ahem~"
"Mr. 'White Tower', if I can also be promoted to a demigod in the future, will there be a chance to find you for some hints, or some prophecies?"
Renekton glanced at Anderson without surprise, and nodded slightly, saying, "Yes."
If you haven't been beaten to death before this, Klein, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table, supplemented what he thought Renekton had not finished saying in his heart.
"Moon" Emlyn and "Magician" Fors' eyes lit up, and they raised their hands one after another, ready to ask the same question as Anderson.
Renekton raised his hand to interrupt them and said, "You shouldn't look for me."
"Why?" Emlyn asked without thinking.
Renekton chuckled and said, "You have seized the most important opportunity in your life."
After a brief silence, Cattleya looked up at Klein, the Fool, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table, and said,
"Dear Mr. Fool, I have collected two pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."
Klein nodded gently, helped Cattleya materialize the diary she had memorized, and moved it in front of him.
The scene fell silent again until Klein waved his hand to make the diary disappear. He looked at Cattleya calmly and said,
"What do you want?"
Cattleya asked without hesitation,
"There is a word that appears repeatedly in this diary. It seems to be a person's name. I want to know who he is."
Sure enough, Bernadette was not completely clueless about the emperor's diary. She could roughly distinguish the meaning of some words or the content they refer to.
After thinking calmly for two seconds, Klein, who was sitting leisurely on a high-backed chair, chuckled and said,
"Usually, he is called Mr. 'Gate'." Mr. "Gate". This title is somewhat similar to Mr. "Fool". Is Mr. "Gate" also a great being, or a very close one?
"Justice" Audrey rested her hands on the edge of the table, and speculated about Mr. "Gate" from Mr. "Fool"'s tone and words.
Renekton looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Cattleya, explaining to her the identity of Mr. "Gate":
"He is the ancestor of the Abraham family, and the angel king of the 'Gate' path, and the closest being to the throne of God."
"If you want to know more, you can only learn from the members of the Abraham family."
"Hermit" Cattleya nodded slightly and said, "I understand."
Klein, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table, looked around and said in a relaxed tone:
"You guys start."
As soon as he finished speaking, he controlled his trumpet "World" and said:
"I have two items to sell."
The others did not speak, waiting for "World" to continue introducing the two items he wanted to sell. If they were suitable, they could buy them.
Klein looked around at everyone's reactions, then continued to manipulate the "world" and said,
"The first item is called the 'Biotoxin Bottle'. It looks like a brown translucent glass bottle. Once the bottle cap is opened, the virus will spread within a certain range, infecting people around with various diseases. The longer the time, the more serious it will be. Below the high sequence, it may even threaten life."
"Its negative effect is that the holder will gradually weaken and develop illness. If carried for a little longer, they may even die of illness, and this cannot be eliminated by spiritual shackles!"
Then he recounted the most common hit toxins released by the biological toxin bottle, the time of effectiveness, and the way to prevent it in advance.
"Justice" Audrey and "Magician" Fors felt a chill down their spines. This effect was too strange and too terrible, especially the toxins that would make people scratch their own skin and had aphrodisiac effects.
Emlyn the Moon half leaned back in his chair, his thoughts gradually dispersing. Spreading the toxin was useless. As a "Potions Professor", I can make and solve most of the toxins myself. I can't bring this bottle to make people sick and then cure them. This is not in line with the teachings of the Mother Goddess. Bah, bah! It is not in line with my identity as a noble blood clan.
Seeing that no one spoke for a while, Klein had to manipulate the world to add:
"5,200 pounds."
5,200 pounds. After repeating this number in their minds, Emlyn the Moon and Anderson the Chariot no longer had any extra thoughts about this magical item.
"Hermit" Cattleya opened her mouth, then quickly changed her words and said,
"For me, it's not necessary."
This magical item is indeed not easy to sell. It is not directly aggregated by Beyonder characteristics. Even if Al helps to crush it and then sell the characteristics directly, it won't work. After sighing in his heart, Klein continued to control the trumpet "World" and said,
"Another magical item is the Book of Secrets. This is a book on mysticism left by the "Witch King" Karaman of the Southern Continent. It is suitable for mid-sequence Beyonders with a good foundation in mysticism."
"The price is 1,000 pounds."
1,000 pounds! "Moon" Emlyn couldn't help swallowing his saliva. His desire to move up became stronger. "Witch King" is just a count. It won't be long before I will become an earl. When the time comes, I will write books and sell them myself. It won't be long before I can become a rich man.
After the exchanges before the end of each Tarot Club meeting, I already have a very good foundation in mysticism. Further knowledge of mysticism is exactly what I need. Although the Psychological Alchemy Club will definitely teach me some high-level mysticism knowledge in the future, it will definitely not be very comprehensive and limited to the spiritual field.
After a brief psychological struggle, Justice Audrey successfully convinced herself and nodded gently, saying,
"Deal, this is exactly what I want."
As expected of the richest Miss Justice at the Tarot Club, she did not bargain at all. In fact, my bottom line is... No, I have no bottom line at all, because I can just sell it somewhere else. Klein sighed in his heart, while manipulating the world and laughing,
"Deal."
"I need to remind you that you must never pray to the 'Primal Moon'. It is an outright evil god. Those who pray to Him eventually become wriggling pieces of meat that mate crazily with other species or even objects."
"Of course, don't pray to other hidden beings, it's just as dangerous."
Justice Audrey was frightened when she heard this, and she couldn't help but change her sitting position. Then she looked at the top of the mottled long table and said in a firm tone,
"I understand. Thank you for your reminder, Mr. 'World'. When I hold a secret ceremony, I will only pray to Mr. 'Fool'." Chapter 545: Harmonious Coexistence
After reaching a deal with Miss Justice, Klein continued to manipulate the World and said,
"I have two more traits here, namely Arsonist and Sailor. The former is 1,200 pounds and the latter is 300 pounds."
"Arsonist is very good at extraordinary abilities in the field of fire. If it is made into a magical item, it should have good offensive properties."
The latter supplement was said to Audrey Justice. Except for this noble lady, Cattleya, the Hermit, who is a pirate general, and Renekton, the White Tower, who has his own industry, the other members of the Tarot Club are not very wealthy. So every time he sells something, the first thing he considers is whether Miss Justice will buy it.
These two traits were what he gained from the night when Bayam was attacked by the Rose School. They came from two pirates who were implicated by the Storm Church's seal.
At that time, he and other extraordinary people around him were teleported to the front of the Punisher team. After the conflict broke out, he quickly broke free from the dream, relying on the secret puppet Gilchias and powerful magical items to contain the Punisher team, and picked up two extraordinary characteristics.
"Arsonist", this sounds good, with the ability to manipulate fire to attack, it largely makes up for the weakness of the "audience" in the early stage. My bank account balance this month is not much. Although I can freely dispose of my property after adulthood, it does not mean that my money will increase. On the contrary, my savings are getting less and less with my expenses.
Well, I can borrow some money from Alfred. It is normal for an extraordinary person to buy magical items, and he is the only one in the family who knows that I have become an extraordinary person. It is normal for me to borrow money from him at this time.
Audrey, the Justice, pondered for a while, then turned her head to look at the "world" at the bottom of the bronze table, raised her hand and said,
"I want to buy the characteristics of the 'arsonist'."
After that, she turned her head to look at Renekton in front of her, and said hesitantly,
"Mr. 'White Tower', are you still accepting commissions to create magical items?"
Renekton nodded slightly and said,
"Of course, you can tell me your requirements for magical items. I have very professional 'craftsmen' here."
Alger, the Hanged Man, turned his head slightly to look at Renekton, and his mind was full of thoughts. Professional "craftsmen"? The "White Tower" also trained its own craftsmen. Is he building a force of his own? Does he want to leave the Church of Knowledge?
Professional "craftsmen". Cattleya, the Hermit, murmured in her heart. For some reason, the first thing she thought of was her first mate Frank Lee. What am I thinking? Frank can only become a professional gardener.
"Justice" Audrey supported her chin with both hands, thought for a while and then said,
"I want a magical item that is easy to carry, such as some items that I carry with me in daily life, with less side effects, preferably one that can be easily solved."
"Well, just try to meet these conditions, as long as the negative effects are not too unacceptable."
Renekton nodded slightly and said calmly,
"No problem, it's very simple. Even if the forging fails, I can also crush the item recycling properties. Try a few more times, and there will always be a success."
Is this an angel? The tone is flat and arrogant. It's just to create a magical item, and if it fails, it can be sent back for re-forging. Klein kept complaining in his heart while calmly scanning the entire scene.
After a short silence, he controlled the "world" and coughed lightly, saying,
"I don't have any more deals."
As soon as the "world" finished speaking, the "Hanged Man" Alger, who had been waiting on the side, looked at the "Hermit" Cattleya and said,
"I want to know where there are Augunes sea monsters that do not belong to the Church of the Storm."
People from the Church of the Storm do not need to seek help from outside, unless they are really not members of the Church of the Storm, or have plans to leave the Church of the Storm. After a brief thought, she said calmly,
"I will help you find out. We can talk about the price after we have a definite clue."
"Okay." Alger exhaled silently.
The scene was silent again for a few seconds. Renekton looked at Cattleya in front of him and said thoughtfully,
"Do you need my blood? Although I am not an angel of the "fate" path, for some reasons, I have interacted with a very high-ranking "fate" path being. There are still some traces left on me, which can also help you better promote to the "prophecy master."
"What do I need to pay?" The "hermit" Cattleya asked without hesitation.
Renekton raised his hand, tried to curl the corners of his mouth, and pulled out a gentle smile and said: "You can listen to me before making a decision."
"My blood can not only help you advance to the 'Master of Prophecy', but if you can obtain the corresponding characteristics, you will also have certain advantages in the later sequences."
"This also has negative effects, which come from my influence. Even if I restrain my instinct to assimilate things of the same path, you will get closer to me. In a sense, you can be considered my follower."
"If you can't make up your mind, you can ask Bernadette for help. It doesn't matter whether you refuse or agree."
"I understand. I will give you an answer at the Tarot Club next week." Cattleya, the Hermit, nodded heavily, and doubts continued to arise in her heart.
The blood of the "White Tower" seemed to be a little different. His description made me feel that it was the blood of the Sequence 0 True God. He had a big secret, which might involve some arrangements of the "Hidden Sage".
At the top of the mottled long table, Klein, whose figure was shrouded in gray mist, frowned subconsciously. This was not the blood of a normal angel. At the angel level, the ability to control things of the same path would definitely not reach the point of assimilation. Unless it was an angel king like Amon, there was still a certain possibility. This was more like the control of the path that a Sequence 0 had over its own path.
He had doubts about his identity before. After becoming an angel, did he completely become schizophrenic? Or did he find his true self and become the incarnation of a returning ancient god or evil god?
Klein sighed softly in his heart. He suddenly regretted not insisting that Mr. Azik also participate in today's Tarot Club. If Al suddenly went berserk, Mr. Fool could not stop him now.
Today's Tarot Club was so high-end from the beginning. I couldn't get a word in at all, and I even couldn't understand it. "Moon" Emlyn sighed in his heart with some discomfort. He felt that his sense of superiority as a vampire was gone.
"Chariot" Anderson sideways glanced at Renekton, wanting to ask the "Iron Knight" for some of the potion formulas, even if it was just the ritual, but thinking of his own financial situation, he reluctantly gave up this plan and waited for a while until I found some treasures, or some of the pirates from before.
"Justice" Audrey looked around, and when no one spoke, she raised her hand and said,
"Everyone, does anyone know the potion formula for the 'Audience' pathway sequence five, or related information?"
"The Hanged Man" Alger chuckled and said,
"You can go through the channels of the Psychological Alchemy Society and get it from within. Anyway, you have just been promoted and are not in a hurry for the next sequence. Appropriate reliance can increase their trust in you."
Alger's words made Audrey feel like she had suddenly seen something. She smiled and nodded to him and said,
"I understand. Thank you, Mr. 'Hanged Man'."
Then she looked up and looked around and said, "Then I don't have any other needs for the time being."
Everyone at the Tarot Club looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Klein, the "Fool", who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table, tapped the edge of the table twice with his fingers and chuckled,
"You can communicate freely."
"The Hanged Man" Alger looked around at everyone and said in a calm tone,
"Some time ago, the pirates and adventurers hiding in Bayam, the City of Generosity, suffered heavy losses from the Church of the Storm. Most of them were imprisoned in underground prisons or turned into special features and magical items."
"Now, Bayam has almost become a forbidden zone for pirates."
After pausing for two seconds, he tilted his head to look at the "World" at the bottom and continued in a flat tone:
"The Church of the Storm has recently been looking for the crazy adventurer German Sparrow, and the crew member of the former "Future", the "Arsonist" Al. It is said that they have caused a lot of chaos in Bayam."
"Also, the "Crimson Queen" who took over the "Blood Pirates" under Senior has been killed by the Church of the Storm and her special features have been recovered."
"It is said that she is a Sequence 4 "Witch King."
"Witch King", now that the pirates have no news about Bayam, the "Hanged Man" was able to know what happened to Bayam a few days ago so quickly, he must have a certain identity in the Church of the Storm. "Hermit" Cattleya tilted her head to look at Alger and did not respond to his words.
"Only the characteristics retrieved by the vampires can be called 'recycling'!" Emlyn the Moon corrected the Hanged Man's words with some dissatisfaction.
Anderson the Tank asked curiously, "Why did the Church of the Storm suddenly attack the pirates and adventurers? They have been living in harmony for so many years?"
Harmonious coexistence, this is the first time I heard someone use the term "harmonious coexistence" to describe the relationship between pirates and the Church of the Storm. He can tease like this, this guy must not be a pirate, is his identity as a treasure hunter true? There are not many famous treasure hunters on the sea, and his strength is not like that of the crew of Vice Admiral Iceberg.
Alger the Hanged Man looked at Anderson obscurely, and with his thoughts in his mind, he shook his head gently and said,
"I don't know."