Chapter 567 Mausoleum
The light golden twisted figure chuckled disdainfully and said:
"Being able to recover all power and characteristics before the barrier in the distance is broken and become the 'Demon of Knowledge' is already your best condition."
"If you want to fight against the 'Super Star Overlord' and the 'High-Dimensional Overlooker' at the same time, you need one or more allies of the Old Ones level."
Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked at the light golden figure in front of him, and narrated in a calm tone:
"Are you recommending yourself to me?"
"You have been sealed by the Heavenly Venerate for so long, and that part of the starry sky has already developed self-awareness. Who do you think will be the leader between the two of you after returning to the starry sky?"
"We don't have what the gods of this world call humanity. When the divinity is consistent, some conflicts in consciousness will not affect us too much."
The voice of the Lamp God was without any emotion, as if emphasizing his difference as a purely mythical creature.
Renekton chuckled and skipped the topic, saying instead:
"Give me three wishes, and I will tell you about the state of the 'Land of Disorder' in the Western Continent that was torn apart by the Origin."
The voice of the Lamp God suddenly became indifferent and majestic, and said:
"I refuse. Compared with taking back the authority, returning to the starry sky is more important to me. Your conditions are not worth three wishes to me."
Renekton was not surprised by the Lamp God's refusal. He nodded slightly and added new conditions:
"I can add another condition to help you pollute a 'Hand of Order'. Whether you want to return to the starry sky or take back the scattered authority, this will be of great help to you."
"Deal!" After a pause of one second, the light golden figure continued: "We need to swear on the 'Source Essence' that we each possess. Our current condition is not good. Even if we have the ability to break the oath, we will definitely not do so."
The unlucky Lamp God, who all have the sequelae of the Heavenly Venerable, sighed in his heart, and nodded slightly:
"Okay, but you can't deliberately distort my wishes, otherwise the transaction will be invalid!"
After reaching an agreement, the light golden figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.
The ability to distort rules is really useful. I want to grab two copies of the Prince of Order. The wishing lamp has reached Cattleya. It seems that Bernadette has set out to find her long-lost father.
After a moment, the green vines that were intertwined into a forest around them quickly retracted, and the isolated space merged with reality again. A faint light composed of countless complex and pure knowledge emerged from the void and surged away towards the north of the Misty Sea.
In the north of the Misty Sea, near the Oradek Islands of the Republic of Intis, this is the first overseas colony of Intis, also known as the Archipelago Province.
At the same time, this is also the most important overseas colony of Intis, the largest archipelago in the Misty Sea, and also a place where adventurers and treasure hunters gather.
The architectural style here is largely influenced by Intis. It is basically bright yellow as the main color, and there are inlaid gold or gold paint everywhere as decoration.
The locals here have yellowish skin, with varying degrees of burnt yellow eyebrows and hair. They dress more boldly and openly than Rune and Feynapotter. Unlike Rune's subtlety, they like to show off their physical beauty.
In Farin Port, the capital of the Archipelago Province, on a street with not too many pedestrians, a faint light that is difficult to see with the naked eye surges out from the depths of the spirit world, gathers in mid-air, and reconstructs the figure of Renekton.
The pedestrians around seemed to be unable to see this magical scene. No one exclaimed or questioned until Renekton merged into the crowd and disappeared on the street. The people around him did not notice that a person suddenly appeared here and then left quickly.
In the dock area, in a hotel called Red Agate, Renekton leaned against the window of the room on the third floor, looking calmly at the bustling crowd outside the window. On the windowsill on his left hand side, there was a bronze mechanical glove inlaid with three gems of different colors.
Several fingers of the mechanical glove made an OK gesture, and there was a big cracked mouth at the palm of the hand, actively reporting the intelligence he had found:
"Dear master, I have searched for some information in the collective subconscious sea nearby. Recently, treasure hunters and adventurers who went out to sea have often reported that they saw the 'Dawn' of the 'Mysterious Queen' in the depths of the Misty Sea."
"Now there are rumors on the sea that the 'Mysterious Queen' has obtained clues to a lost treasure and is actively looking for it."
"The treasure hunters think that this is likely to be the legendary 'Ghost Empire' or 'Lost Newins'. Only such legendary treasures will be searched by the Mysterious Queen herself."
"Well, there is also, the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' Church and the ignorant Steam Church seem to have sent ships out to sea to inquire about the news. I can't see more information."
"Well done." Renekton whispered a compliment to the glove that was dancing with its fingers on the windowsill, and then leaned against the window frame, closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.
In this state, his spirit gradually separated from the body and connected with a magnificent consciousness hidden in the unknown. The sound of prayers in his ears became more and more obvious, echoing in his ears layer by layer. The strong emotions and will contained in it made him calm and rational naturally, like a holy, wise and indifferent sage.
Rational and clear faith has a very good effect on stabilizing the mental state. With the spread of faith, even the "Hidden Sage" is not so crazy. It's a pity that there are remnants of the power of the fallen mother goddess on that island, otherwise I can find it easily.
While sighing in his heart, he has found Bernadette who has been marked with the help of the "Hidden Sage".
Deep in the foggy sea, on the "Dawn" sailing steadily between the storm and the waves, Bernadette sat cross-legged on the wooden chair in front of the desk.
She wore a pair of beige trousers that were easy to move, a pair of not-too-short black leather boots, and a light brown knee-length skirt on her upper body. The hem of the skirt was scattered diagonally, showing a bit of unruly and chic, like an adventurer walking on the sea more than a pirate queen.
Feeling the gaze from a great distance, Bernadette raised her eyes slightly, her eyes were deep and dark, as if she could see through countless obstacles and look at Renekton in the air.
"Notify me when you find him. There is residual pollution from the 'original moon' there."
Renekton's voice was somewhat illusory and erratic, echoing in Bernadette's ears. She tilted her head slightly and listened carefully for a while. After discerning the content, she nodded without any expression, and sighed in a low voice:
"You really are..."
Without responding to Bernadette's next words, Renekton directly cut off the connection.
After opening his eyes, he glanced at the mechanical glove that was still dancing on the windowsill, and whispered:
"What do you think about me killing a bishop of the Church of the Eternal Sun?"
The mechanical glove that was dancing suddenly stopped, opened its five fingers, and grasped twice with force, saying:
"Great Master, I think this is a good idea. You can also grab another Level 1 seal from the White Tower, or two?"
Renekton looked down at the increasingly activated mechanical glove for a moment, chuckled and said:
"Don't worry, when the war starts, we may have a chance to hunt angels."
"I can't suppress so many characteristics of the same level as me, and I will inevitably be contaminated by the crazy will and spiritual imprints among them."
The glove standing on the windowsill shook its fingers twice, Renekton chuckled twice, and put it back on his right hand.
Renekton stayed in Farin Port for two weeks. One day, when he was sitting on the coast of the pier feeding seabirds, Bernadette's prayer suddenly echoed in his ears.
A little faster than I expected. It seems that she had found some clues before setting off and determined the approximate location of the original island.
As his thoughts floated, his body suddenly became ethereal and decomposed into a stream of pure and complex knowledge, pouring into the spirit world like a torrent.
Deep in the spirit world, Renekton rushed forward with the posture of a torrent of information. Relying on the mark of Bernadette, he soon came to the spirit world area corresponding to the original island. The
pure and complex knowledge quickly reorganized Renekton's body. He looked out across the spirit world. In his eyes, the whole island was covered with crimson, filled with the breath of corruption, evil, life and other fields. The whole
island seemed to be alive. He carefully searched the island, but did not find Bernadette. Finally, he set his sights on the center of the island, a place that his eyes could not penetrate.
His body instantly disintegrated into countless information streams. A faint light that was difficult to detect with the naked eye surged out from the depths of the spirit world, rushing across this primitive island, passing through the trees, stones, soil, and even those who were performing strange rituals.
Soon, he had collected almost all the information on the island. After doing all this, the information streams rushing across the island began to spontaneously converge and rushed to the magnificent and mysterious mausoleum in the center of the island.
Inside the mausoleum, Bernadette faced a figure with a dark body. There were two small and one large cracks on its face, like eyes and a mouth, from which a deep red light burst out.
Bernadette looked at the figure in front of her with a complicated expression, and there was a little sparkle in the corners of her eyes.
"It seems that I came at a bad time." Renekton, who condensed his body from the vast and pure knowledge, cleared his throat and interrupted the affectionate gaze between the father and daughter in front of him. Chapter 568: Roselle.
Roselle, who was left with only a faint black figure, looked over and asked in a puzzled tone, "Hidden Sage?"
Bernadette quickly sorted out her emotions, turned to look at Renekton behind her, and asked with a little expectation:
"Do you have a way to solve the pollution of the 'Original Moon'?"
"Not for the time being." Renekton shook his head gently, paused for two seconds, and then explained: "He has been marinated, and on this island, the 'Original Moon' may interfere at any time."
He said a few Chinese sentences, and Roselle, who was left with only a faint figure, paused, looked over again, and then waved his hand, saying with a tone full of disdain:
"Then don't disturb my parent-child time."
Renekton looked at the shadow of Roselle, which was a mixture of consciousness, breath and power in front of him for two seconds, and a deep lavender color flashed in his eyes.
The eyes of the Secret Eye easily penetrated this figure and took in Roselle's current situation.
"Don't look!" Roselle's voice suddenly became low and hoarse.
Renekton's vision was distorted by him, and the scene he saw turned into the mausoleum wall made of huge stones behind him.
The excitement just now caused several cracks to appear on Roselle's body, and deep red moonlight burst out from them.
"Don't get excited. If you get hurt, I can't pull you back."
Renekton raised his hand to stop Roselle's action. While speaking, his right hand wearing a mechanical glove gently rubbed and released a "comfort".
Bernadette looked at her father with concern, and temporarily stabilized his condition. She then turned her head to look at Renekton and asked:
"Temporarily unable to mean that after reaching a certain sequence, are you sure you can remove the pollution from him?"
"Does it require the power of the 'Hermit'?"
"No, it requires a few 'miracles'." Renekton shook his head slowly.
Roselle, who was left with only a few figures, sighed and said,
"Miracle? It's a pity that old man Zaratul disappeared, otherwise you could look for him."
"But 'Miracle Masters' are only Sequence Two. Although their abilities are strange, they are far from being able to compete with 'Primal Moon'."
Renekton did not explain why he needed a "miracle", but instead talked about Zaratul:
"He is visiting the misty town of the Goddess of Night. When the battle for 'Source Castle' enters a critical stage, he will be released."
"'Fool', can we exchange miracles from Him? What is the price?" Bernadette said with a somewhat uncertain tone.
"Not for the time being." Renekton shook his head and took out a palm-sized card from his pocket while speaking. It was the Blasphemy Card, the Hermit Card.
Roselle's figure turned his head to look at the card in Renekton's hand, chuckled and said,
"The Hermit Card? You got it. Good luck. I remember that I didn't leave any clues for this card."
Renekton did not answer, but gently held the card in his hand.
Woo~
The wind exploded in the quiet mausoleum, and bright stars emerged one after another, covering the entire mausoleum in a hazy starlight.
Renekton stood calmly in place, sighed softly, and then his eyes burst into a bright and dazzling deep blue and purple brilliance. The stars that emerged around him began to move according to a certain law, separating and splitting this mausoleum from the real world bit by bit.
In a moment, Roselle's last mausoleum was pulled from reality into a wonderful place isolated from the outside world.
Through the mausoleum wall made of huge stones, you can see the countless stars outside, twinkling in the starry sky, and the endless wilderness below reflected from the starry sky.
In the illusory and erratic wilderness, there were countless figures moving forward in a daze. Among them were humans, inhuman monsters, and even strange machines.
Clear and bright starlight fell from the sky, penetrating the mausoleum built of huge stones, and fell on Roselle's figure, eroding the deep red moonlight under the darkness bit by bit.
"Hiss!" The sudden intense pain in his body made Roselle almost unable to bear it and screamed.
Even though he no longer had a body, only this figure that was a mixture of his spirit, breath, and a little will, the tearing feeling that penetrated his soul was still unbearable for him.
With pure light flashing in his eyes, Renekton said calmly:
"You can scream if you can't help it. Don't force it. The pollution of the 'original moon' has merged with you. While cleaning this pollution, it is also dissolving your spirit, will, and soul."
Now he gives people an unusually sacred and wise feeling, but he seems extremely indifferent.
"Hmph!"
"No need."
Roselle, who was left with only a faint figure, sounded quite gnashing his teeth.
In an extremely rational state, Renekton did not care about Roselle's behavior of trying to maintain his image and dignity as an old father. He nodded calmly, turned to look at Bernadette who was already feeling unwell, and stretched out his right hand.
A series of sticky and thick black secretions were secreted from the surrounding air, flowing and gathering quickly, surrounding her and condensing into a two-meter-long black giant pupa.
After isolating Bernadette from the surroundings, he returned his gaze to Roselle's faint figure. The pale blue starlight gradually eroded his figure. Because he was isolated from reality and could not get any replenishment, the deep red moonlight gradually dimmed.
Roselle's figure also became fainter and fainter, and a little transparent and illusory. Countless cracks appeared on the dark figure, as if it would break into countless pieces at any time, and the deep red moonlight and a small amount of hazy starlight burst out from it.
The will that Roselle felt in pain caused the rules in the entire mausoleum to become distorted and chaotic, and the starlight falling from the sky kept shaking, as if it would be cut off at any time.
He could only rely on his own will to fight against his instincts and guide as many starlights as possible to fall on him.
When he finally couldn't help but roar, Renekton suddenly half-crouched and put his right hand in front of his dark figure with countless cracks.
The bronze mechanical hand emitted a dark red light that was neither bright nor dazzling. This light separated the corrupted thoughts on Russell's figure bit by bit, and combined with the surrounding shadows to form an uncontrolled independent creature.
The dark figure lying on the ground quickly twisted and recovered. The cracks on his body quickly disappeared. His image became clearer. Some traces of facial features could be seen on his face. His blue eyes were unusually bright, and there were pieces of light blue stardust overflowing from them.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you use this method earlier? You must see me rolling on the ground to be satisfied?" Russell's voice seemed a little weak.
"Hurry up and get rid of your corrupted face. Its status is too high and I can't control it."
Renekton stared at the independent creature that was separated from Russell with an expressionless face. The deep blue and purple brilliance in his eyes swayed slightly, as if it would break at any time.
"Humph!" Russell snorted coldly, and the dark figure stood up from the ground in an instant.
He stared calmly at the crimson and black figure in front of him, and his lips gently opened and closed as he uttered:
"Die!"
The sound of a heart bursting rang in his ears. The next second, the crimson and black figure suddenly froze in place, and the crimson moonlight that was constantly overflowing from his body suddenly dimmed, leaving only a layer of black. The dark figure's
abdomen suddenly swelled up, getting bigger and bigger, as if it would explode in the next second.
"Die!" Russell shouted again.
The dark figure's abdomen stopped swelling instantly, like a leaking balloon, gradually deflated.
Silently, the dark figure turned into a stream of shadows that slid down and dissipated into nothingness, leaving only a crimson little man floating in the air.
This little man looked like an underdeveloped baby, with a strange shape and a tail that had not degenerated behind him.
Renekton looked at the figure of Russell beside him and said with a sob: "Congratulations, you have experienced a painless birth."
"Get lost! That's not me." Russell's voice was a little exasperated, and the whole figure twisted and turned into a dark paste.
This state only lasted for a moment, and the blurred and twisted dark figure quickly became clear. It was obvious that he had a high nose bridge, thin lips, and two beautifully groomed mustaches. There was even a dark shadow extending outward, forming a wide coat.
Roselle sighed as if he was reborn: "Finally I feel comfortable. I feel like I'm alive again."
Renekton glanced at him and said in a serious tone:
"This is just your illusion. This place is isolated from reality. Your resurrection process still hasn't progressed."
"Also, your problem has not been solved yet. Your fallen side is self-inflicted. The child you gave birth to needs to be aborted."
"It's a pity that you don't become a hunter!"
Roselle gritted his teeth and glared at Renekton. The position he was standing on was distorted and instantly turned into an upside-down ceiling in the mausoleum hall.
"Woo!!"
The baby's cry instantly echoed throughout the mausoleum. This sound was even more unpleasant than the scream of the "Silent Disciple" and was unbearable.
Even with the body of a Sequence II angel, Renekton was briefly distracted. Suddenly, he seemed to see a red moon rising.
As soon as the red moon appeared, it was drowned and disintegrated by the bright starlight.
The unbearable wailing sound was instantly eliminated, and the entire mausoleum became silent. The rules here were modified, and the sound could not be transmitted.
The next second, Russell's figure appeared in front of the crimson little man. He clenched his right fist and punched it hard.
It was obviously just an ordinary punch, but he burst out with a power that could shatter an island.
The crimson little man flew backwards in an instant and hit the wall made of boulders. There was still no sound, and the wall of the mausoleum was not damaged at all, as if it was just a light blow. Chapter 569 Taking advantage of the fire
"Die!" Roselle's low, hoarse voice sounded, and at the same time he stretched out his right hand, making a grasping gesture.
The little man struggling and crying on the ground was suddenly tightly wrapped by the force coming from all directions, compressed into a ball, and his body cracked from the inside to the outside, disintegrating into pieces of crimson moonlight like red phosphorus.
Snap!
Renekton's figure left the ceiling of the mausoleum at some point, stood next to Roselle, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The clear and bright starlight fell from the sky, easily penetrated the stone wall of the mausoleum, and enveloped the crimson moonlight in the hall.
The crimson light seemed to have substantial weight at this moment, falling rapidly, penetrating the stone wall of the mausoleum, and falling into the endless wilderness below.
Roselle looked at the crimson moonlight that disappeared without a trace, and couldn't help but sighed: "'Hidden Sage'. He is so strong?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand forward and easily tore the black cocoon covering Bernadette, restoring it to the most ordinary shadow, sinking into the ground.
Bernadette looked at the figure in front of her whose outline of his former appearance could already be seen. Her eyes suddenly became moist and she murmured in a low voice: "Father."
"Ahem!" Renekton coughed twice, interrupting their affectionate gaze. In Roselle's unhappy eyes, he said calmly:
"We can't maintain this place for long. This state is also a great burden for me. Once this mausoleum returns to reality, you will be contaminated by the breath and power of the 'original moon'."
"If you want to confide some emotions to each other, my suggestion is to find something in the path of the 'Black Emperor', then peel off part of your own consciousness and parasitize it."
"In other words, I have to experience the pain just now again?" Even though there was only a dark figure left, Roselle's grinning expression could be seen at the moment.
"Maybe more than once. You are now like a dried salted fish. No matter how many times you wash it, it still has a smell."
"Unless you can let the 'True Creator' do it himself and help you peel off the madness and depravity in your body, make it your dark side, and then kill it, and bury the pollution left by the 'Original Moon' deep underground."
Roselle said with disdain: "Hehe, he is a lunatic. Let a mental patient help me treat me. Are you sure I won't become a mental patient too?"
"The condition of the 'True Creator' is getting better. He has also separated a being named Sasriel from his body."
Bernadette reminded her old father who had been offline for too long, and then gave a general explanation of the current situation.
Only the dark figure was left, Roselle rubbing his chin in thought. After a long silence, he spoke:
"Who are you going to ask for miracles? There are not many 'miracle masters' left, and those guys are better at hiding than each other, and they are so cowardly."
Renekton pulled the corner of his mouth and said calmly:
"Crazy Zaratul, the night will eventually release him. I can go to him and ask him for a few 'miracles' as a reward. He won't refuse now, and there is no way to refuse."
"Heh, taking advantage of the fire." Roselle sneered.
The misty starlight flowing quietly in the hall of the mausoleum suddenly shook, as if it would collapse at any time.
Renekton raised his hand slightly to stabilize the surrounding starlight temporarily, and said at the same time:
"It's reached the limit. You can peel off part of your consciousness and seal it up, and the rest can go back to sleep."
Roselle sighed and said: "Take a piece of the gem on your glove and give it to me."
"No, it's mine." Before Renekton could answer, the mechanical glove on his hand refused first.
Roselle held his forehead with his hand and said helplessly:
"Lend it to me first. After we leave here, I will find a new 'Fallen Count' feature for you."
The mechanical glove immediately began to bargain: "Three! And they must be of the sequences of 'Prophet', 'No Darkness', 'Disaster Priest', and 'Fallen Count'."
"You are taking advantage of the fire!" Roselle glared at Renekton, took a deep breath, and then softened his tone and said: "Okay."
On Renekton's right hand, the childish mechanical voice of the mechanical glove sounded again: "Well, you need to swear to my Lord!"
Roselle took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said:
"I am a true god of Sequence 0. Even if I am down and out now, I will not cheat you of a small glove."
"Okay." The mechanical glove reluctantly turned the internal parts, making a clicking sound. Soon, the dark red gem embedded in the back of the hand fell down spontaneously.
Ding~Ding~
The dark red gem fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
Roselle's figure stretched out his hand, and the dark red gem was twisted and appeared directly in his hand.
The dark shadow began to flow like water waves, and merged into the dark red gem little by little, reflecting an inharmonious pattern composed of a twisted clock, a crown, and wings.
After doing all this, the dark shadow became much thinner and more transparent. He handed the dark red gem in his hand to Bernadette, and said with a barely perceptible smile: "Okay, it's time for you to leave."
As he finished speaking, the entire mausoleum began to feel an illusory sense of falling, quickly breaking away from the starlight and returning to the original island of reality.
Snap! Snap!
The crisp tearing sound echoed in his ears. Renekton looked up following the sound and saw cracks appearing on Roselle's dark figure, with deep red moonlight leaking through it bit by bit.
Roselle looked at Bernadette in front of him and said softly, "Seal me."
Bernadette nodded slightly without saying anything, and took the pale mask with a gleaming metallic luster from the hands of the invisible servant who appeared behind her.
This mask only had holes in the eyes, and there were no gaps in other places.
Roselle stood there very cooperatively, allowing Bernadette to put "Pale Death" on his face.
The pale mask with a gleaming metallic luster materialized into an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol. The moment this symbol appeared, the surrounding objects began to weather, and the speed was so fast that it seemed like it had experienced the erosion of thousands or tens of thousands of years in just one or two seconds.
The aura of the light black figure quickly dropped, and the deep red light between the cracks became dim. He stumbled back to the golden throne behind him, and tiny pale white hairs continued to grow between the cracks.
In the blink of an eye, these hairs grew into white feathers, and the surface seemed to be soaked with light yellow oil.
This made Roselle's aura decay even faster, as if he was striding towards the end of death.
Its color faded significantly, and its movements became slower and slower, gradually turning into a transparent and erratic shadow mixed with crimson.
Before the figure completely disappeared, Roselle said to Bernadette in a hoarse voice:
"Don't feel sad for me, I will soon appear by your side in another identity."
Soon, his figure completely disappeared, and the extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol floating in the air turned back into a pale mask with a gleaming metallic luster and fell to the ground.
After Bernadette took back the "Pale Death" and handed it to the invisible servant to put away, she turned her head and looked at Renekton beside her, silent and silent.
The latter chuckled and said calmly:
"You leave this island first. I want to create some high-level pollution here to fight against the pollution left by the 'Original Moon'. If he only relies on the seal formed by the mask, he will be polluted again in a short time."
"That's not right. The moment he returned to this island just now, he was polluted again."
"The 'Dawn' is near the reef sea outside the island."
Bernadette nodded lightly. As her voice fell, her figure instantly became ethereal and decomposed into a stream of complex and pure knowledge, rushing to the outside of the mausoleum like a torrent.
Renekton retracted his gaze and walked a few steps to the edge of the high golden throne. A transparent and blurred human figure appeared faintly on the golden chair. There was an illusory and erratic, yet majestic whispering in his ears.
"You're a bit noisy."
Renekton commented lightly. As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand wearing a mechanical glove, penetrated the transparent and blurred human figure, and carved a pair of cold, indifferent, eyelash-less eyes with countless bright stars on the golden chair.
The breath of the "Hidden Sage" instantly descended on this hall. In the shadows around and in the gaps between the boulders, it seemed that cold, crazy and evil eyes appeared.
This magnificent mausoleum built of boulders was instantly filled with the breath of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster.
Renekton held the Hermit Card in his other hand and tapped his forehead twice, and bits of stardust fell from him.
In a trance, there was an illusory sound of wind around, accompanied by a shadowy and vague figure, and a faint groan and prayer.
The next moment, all the strange images around disappeared, and the transparent and blurred human figure on the golden chair also disappeared, as if what appeared before was just an illusion.
Renekton remained silent for two seconds. After confirming that there were no other accidents, he turned and walked towards the exit of the mausoleum.
As he took a step, his figure disintegrated bit by bit, turning into a pure and complex torrent of information, rushing out.
On the sea outside the original island, the "Dawn" with an ancient and mysterious color was quietly anchored on the sea.
A faint light that was difficult to observe with the naked eye surged out from the island, and in an instant it appeared on the "Dawn". The torrent of information poured into the captain's room in the upper cabin, and the complex and pure knowledge quickly reorganized Renekton's figure.
Bernadette was already sitting at the desk in the captain's room. On the table in front of her, there were two cups of steaming coffee and a dark red gem the size of a fingernail. Chapter 570 Mechanical Doll
Bernadette looked up at Renekton who appeared in the captain's room, and asked an invisible servant to move a chair that had been prepared long ago and put it in front of the desk, and then she said:
"I remember that you like coffee more, but there is only Intis flavor on my ship."
While speaking, another invisible servant came up with a palm-sized metal box and placed it in front of Renekton.
Before Renekton opened the iron box, Bernadette explained:
"This is a Level 1 Sealed Artifact from the Church of the Eternal Sun. I obtained it as a trophy in a conflict with the Intis officials. It corresponds to the Sequence 4 Disaster Priest of the Storm Path." "
I will find the remaining two Beyonder Characteristics for you as soon as possible, or I will use the corresponding main ingredients of the potion instead. I just know the whereabouts of an adult Sun Bird."
"No problem."
Renekton nodded gently and took out the magical item in the iron box. It was an anchor brooch painted with storm, lightning, and wave symbols. The overall color was golden blue, and it felt cold and heavy.
He held the anchor brooch in his hand and looked at it for a while. He suddenly exerted force on his right hand holding the brooch. As dots of starlight emerged, the brooch cracked inch by inch, turned into pieces of crumbs, and slipped through the fingers of the mechanical glove.
Dots of blue-green fluorescence emerged around, and then were sucked in by the big mouth at the palm
of the mechanical glove. In less than half a minute, the blue-green light spots around disappeared completely, and on the back of the mechanical glove, a blue-green gem emerged, replacing the lost dark red gem.
Snap!
Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The whimpering wind exploded in the captain's room, blowing open all the doors and windows around, and intertwined with the howling wind on the sea, carrying the anchored "Dawn" forward.
A deep lavender flashed in Bernadette's eyes. Her eyes fell on the mechanical glove worn by Renekton on his right hand. She asked calmly,
"This glove is a Level 0 seal of the 'Generalist' path?"
"Yes." Renekton nodded slightly, and then said,
"Do you have materials on your ship? I can build a mechanical doll to place this 'Fallen Earl' characteristic, and transfer your father's consciousness by the way. The madness that comes with the extraordinary characteristic is not friendly to his current state."
Bernadette nodded slightly and said, "There are some. I'll ask the invisible servant to get them."
After the "Dawn" was pushed a distance by the howling wind, the surrounding wind gradually subsided. Bernadette got up from the table and chair, summoned the invisible servant to get the materials, and then walked to the window and threw out a deck of cards.
The cards quickly expanded and twisted in the air, turning into poker soldiers holding spears or straight swords, landing in various places on the "Dawn", skillfully manipulating the huge sailing ship and starting to return.
Renekton leaned back in his chair. Seeing Bernadette transform the playing cards into poker soldiers, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind. He thought for a moment and said,
"Do you like the mysterious reappearance of fairy tales? Are you interested in becoming an angel in charge of fairy tales and mysteries?"
"I plan to use the power of knowledge to create a story world that is made up of countless stories and legends. It is somewhat similar to the spirit world. It is composed of various information and is both false and real."
Bernadette was silent for a moment, and then said in a very affirmative tone, "Are you preparing for the deification ceremony?"
"Yes." Renekton nodded gently, without hiding anything.
Bernadette fell silent again.
Renekton leaned back in his chair and smiled, "You can think about it slowly."
A few minutes later, the invisible servants took the materials moved out of the warehouse of the "Dawn" and piled them in front of Renekton.
Bernadette pointed at the materials piled on the floor and said,
"These are the only materials on the ship. If they are not enough, I can ask the messenger to send some over."
"That's enough. It's just a mechanical puppet. Just control its shape and size." Renekton nodded in response and began to pick out the various materials piled on the floor.
Bernadette looked at Renekton who had already started to pick out the materials and had a bad feeling in her heart.
After picking out the materials, Renekton gently rubbed his fingers, and the materials piled on the floor flew up one by one and landed on the tabletop that had been tidied up beside him.
His right hand wearing a mechanical glove knocked on the materials one by one, and they quickly broke into pieces and turned into pieces of crumbs, covering the entire tabletop.
Starlight flickered and emerged, and the materials that turned into crumbs spontaneously floated up, like strands of fine sand, quickly wandering in the air, interweaving into a ball, as if constructing a tight circuit structure.
Bernadette looked away after a while, and asked the invisible servant to put the remaining materials back into the warehouse. Then she sat by the window of the captain's room, sipping coffee while looking at the gradually gathering dark clouds and increasingly turbulent waves outside.
"The storm is coming." She whispered to herself, and bits of bright starlight emanated from her.
The next moment, the "Dawn" sailing on the sea suddenly became transparent, illusory, and turned into a pile of foam.
Under the shining of silver-white lightning, these bubbles reflected a pale light, and the bubbles spread and flew away in a flash.
The "Dawn" appeared again, and it had reached the other side of the center of the storm, sailing away to the periphery of the storm circle.
Renekton, who was sitting at the desk making mechanical dolls, suddenly said:
"You can spread the reputation of Emperor Roselle more secretly and prepare enough anchors for him in advance, which can help him fight pollution during the resurrection process." Bernadette asked with some concern: "Will his overly strong faith force his resurrection process to start?"
"It's possible, but it should be difficult for him to have so many loyal believers in a short period of time. Most of the faiths in this world are not as devout as they think."
As Renekton sighed, many metal fragments gathered in his hands like a tide, and soon formed a black and white penguin with fine and soft hair.
".What is this?" Bernadette looked at the strange creature in Renekton's hand, not knowing what expression to make.
"The materials are limited, so let Emperor Roselle make do with it first. He won't mind. Later, you can ask Bonova to build a new body for him."
While speaking, Renekton inlaid the dark red gem on the table into the red bow tie on the penguin's neck.
In the dark red gem, it seemed that countless shadows were flowing and spreading.
Soon, the penguin's two eyes each reflected an inharmonious pattern composed of a twisted crown, a clock and wings, and a dark red light flowed in the deep black eyes.
Gradually, the mechanical penguin's eyes revealed human emotions, and it came alive little by little.
After a brief moment of daze and thinking, it stood on the table and laughed:
"Intis, your emperor is back!"
"Well, that's not right. Why are you all so tall? No, why did I shrink?"
Penguin Russell quickly found the problem. He groped his body with both hands, and it felt furry, and he had no fingers.
"Damn, what did you make of me?"
Penguin Russell shouted loudly while jumping to the full-length mirror in the corner.
Seeing the penguin in the mirror that was only as tall as an adult's calf, Russell's expression gradually solidified, and then his cheeks turned red, as if burned by fire, and black smoke seemed to come out of his head.
"Bastard!" Penguin Russell roared, quickly jumped up from the floor, and kicked Renekton with a flying kick.
The penguin's small body burst out with unimaginable power, and its yellow paws, with the momentum of kicking over the "Dawn", smashed into Renekton's face.
Renekton chuckled, and a faint blue light spread out in front of him like a wave. The figure of the penguin Roselle passed through the "door" and was teleported to the sea outside the cabin.
Bernadette restrained the expression on her face and looked out at the sea through the open oriel window. She was relieved to see that the strange mechanical doll occupied by her father's consciousness had stabilized its body and jumped from the sea to the captain's room of the "Dawn".
Then she looked at Renekton with a complicated expression. She was sure that the other party had deliberately made the mechanical doll look like this.
But she was still a little confused. The two of them obviously didn't know each other, and they were not even from the same era, but they got along like good friends regardless of age.
The penguin Russell flew in from the window of the captain's room angrily. Its body was strangely frozen in mid-air for a while. After adjusting its posture, it landed directly on the desk, put its hands on its hips, glared at Renekton and said:
"You bastard, you actually replaced my wise and mighty image with a stupid penguin!"
Renekton spread his hands and explained softly: "Actually, I like pandas more, but there are not enough materials on the ship."
"Then you wait until the materials are gathered before making it. No, pandas will not work either!"
"The body of this stupid mechanical doll has affected my thinking."
Penguin Russell pressed his chest with one hand and supported his forehead with the other, looking very angry.
Renekton raised his hand and knocked on the penguin Russell's head and said:
"First of all, you are not Russell, just a projection of his consciousness. The real Russell is still stuck in a half-dead state."
"Secondly, there is nothing wrong with the puppet I made. Don't attribute the IQ problem to my work."
Penguin Russell glared at Renekton and roared:
"Get out! So what if it's a projection of consciousness, I'm just remotely controlling this account, and when I successfully resurrect, this memory and emotion will return to my body."
Bernadette took a deep breath, walked to the desk, and asked in a calm tone:
"Father, do you need to find Bonois to build a mechanical body for you again?"
"He won't mind." Renekton explained aloud on the side.
"Who said me?" Penguin Roselle glared at Renekton, but was interrupted by Renekton before he finished speaking:
"January 1, 1184, grand New Year's Eve party, Lady Fronal"
"Cough! Cough!"
Penguin Roselle staggered, then jumped directly onto Renekton's shoulder, covered his mouth with his hand, and said loudly:
"You're right, I think this body is acceptable. Occasionally experiencing new things can make my mentality younger, which is conducive to my stabilization of my own state."