Chapter 656: Fierce Battle
Klein was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that this was the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" communicating with him. Not many people knew that I had replaced the "God of Sea", but there happened to be "Lieutenant General Iceberg", which meant that the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" also knew this information. However, since He had already intervened in the battlefield, why didn't He do it himself?
While thinking, Klein raised his vision and raised the Sea God's Scepter in his hand. The fine blue-green gems inlaid on it suddenly burst into pure and clear light.
Outside the port of Orleston, the surging and rumbling waves suddenly stagnated, and then retreated in a way that violated the laws of physics, constantly collapsing, and the high waves became lower and lower until they completely fell back to the sea surface. Even the layers of dark clouds in the sky dissipated a lot at this moment.
"This..." Anderson widened his eyes and looked at this scene with an incredible look on his face. His throat was bulging, and he kept swallowing the saliva secreted from his mouth due to tension and shock.
He had a hunch that this was Mr. "Fool" exerting influence.
Wait, I don't seem to have any reward to pay, nor have I promised anything to Mr. Fool. I will ask Mr. Fool when I pray to him later, and collect some more Roselle diaries. I hope my luck is not too bad and I can collect some effective diaries.
After making up his mind, Anderson suddenly relaxed. Since Mr. Fool has already made a move, there is no suspense in this war. We will definitely win!
Soon, his eyes were attracted by the huge ship covered with a layer of silver-white armor on the sea. The pattern on the silver armor was very similar to the full body armor on the Silver Knight. It was extremely hard and did not shake at all despite the impact of the waves.
"Is this a 'guard' for an entire steel ship? This level is definitely an effect that can only be achieved by magical items at the demigod level."
Anderson looked at the ship that hit the golden high wall composed of countless undeads with a smack of his mouth. The silver armor was deeply embedded in the wall under the powerful force.
His danger instinct suddenly erupted, as if he was in the crater of a volcano that could erupt at any time. The throbbing in his heart made him see a dazzling red.
The next second, the huge ship covered with a layer of silver-white armor was dyed red and burned instantly. Flames burst out from the inside and shot out in all directions.
These red and yellow flames were very spiritual. They swam quickly and accurately attacked the weak points of the surrounding buildings and people, creating an exaggerated fire.
In the air, the black clouds gathered quickly. Amid the rumbling sound, silver-white electric snakes jumped out, carrying a strong and violent destructive aura that seemed to be real. They slashed around densely, accurately slashing every swishing flame and destroying it.
Bits of brass-colored light also emerged, swam quickly on Intis's armored ship, forming a pair of illusory eyes, eyes that directly saw the weak points and created the weak points.
Above the gray fog, Klein noticed this scene and immediately understood it, no longer carefully controlling each lightning strike.
In the thick clouds, silver-white electric light quickly gathered and intertwined, forming a silver-white spear made of pure lightning, falling towards the weak point created by the illusory eyes.
In just a blink of an eye, a silver-white electric light fell from the sky, piercing through the huge steel ship, breaking into countless tiny electric snakes, jumping towards the surrounding objects with better conductivity, causing secondary damage to the ship.
In less than a second, the tiny electric snakes scurrying around weakened at a very fast speed until they disappeared completely.
Soon, another series of red and yellow flames shot out from the cabin and landed on the dock, igniting all the combustibles around, creating an exaggerated fire.
Then these flames gathered in front and quickly reorganized to form a small but powerful and well-equipped army.
The whimpering sound of the wind suddenly became fierce, constantly colliding with the air, making an explosion-like movement. Circles of terrifying hurricanes visible to the naked eye swirled and entangled, forming an unstoppable tornado.
The howling tornado directly swept the goods piled on the dock, the burning flames, and even the Intis army that had just revealed its body into the air, pushing it to the sea in front.
At the same time, the huge steel warship floated up against gravity, ignoring the terrifying pulling force of the tornado. While retreating to the sea behind, it quickly adjusted the cannons on the deck and on both sides of the ship, and aimed all the muzzles at the direction of the dock.
As the engraved runes lit up in circles, the steel fleet's artillery fire tilted out again. Under the influence of the tornado, the trajectory of the shells was disturbed, becoming chaotic and difficult to estimate.
The Intis army that was swept into the air by the tornado also burned again, turning into flames that shot out in all directions and mixed into the artillery fire.
A huge sonic boom sounded out of nowhere, mixed with the whimpering sound of the wind realm. Under the pressure of layers in the air, it tried to directly destroy the shells thrown by the tornado and the red and yellow flames mixed in them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Continuous explosions sounded in the air, and the shells thrown by the tornado were directly detonated, rendering a golden flame in the air.
The purifying power of the sun realm suddenly spread, and there was a constant sizzling sound in the air. Wisps of light white smoke emerged out of nowhere, and transparent liquid seeped out. The souls, undead, and natural spirits that gathered and surged around them like a tide let out sharp, painful roars and quickly melted away.
Above the gray fog, Klein, who was watching this scene, sighed in a low voice:
"On the battlefield, an 'Iron Knight' holding a holy relic is really strong, whether it is their wisdom or extraordinary ability."
As the voice fell, he waved the Poseidon Scepter in his hand again. With the infusion of spirituality, a pure and clear light bloomed on the Poseidon Scepter.
Outside the dock of Orleston Port, the violent wind rubbed the air, making bursts of explosions, forming a series of air cannons, throwing the floating steel giant ship into the sky.
But soon, the surrounding air became sticky, and the air cannon could no longer generate enough propulsion to push the huge steel giant ship into the sky.
There should be no angels on the ship, what kind of magical item is it? As the thought floated, Klein stopped making air cannons and released lightning instead.
Taking advantage of the chaotic weather in the violent sea, he easily gathered a large amount of lightning, causing the silver-white electric snakes to fall densely.
Before he got close, the silver-white electric snakes turned red, and the current continued to weaken, turning into light and heat that illuminated the entire sea.
Prak Eggers' figure quietly emerged in the red and golden flames. He looked at the sea not far away and said as if he was talking to himself:
"This belongs to the ability of the 'Knowledge Mentor', which can change the laws of physics to a certain extent, but there should be no angels on that ship."
While speaking, he stretched out his hands and pushed forward, as if pushing open a door that did not exist.
In a flash, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and indescribable appeared in front of him, shaking, creaking, and slowly opening.
Inside the door, there was a darkness that could not see the end. There were indescribable eyes one after another looking at the outside world, showing malice, as if the soul hidden in it could be seen through the flames.
As the door opened, the originally purified death aura around became thick again, and a large number of strange, wriggling, indescribable things were growing wildly.
At the same time, one star after another emerged in the door, densely packed and dazzling.
An invisible wave dissipated not smoothly, and the surroundings suddenly darkened, as if it was late at night, and a sense of tranquility and peace came with the stars.
The densely packed, red and yellow flames that completely wrapped Prak shook uncontrollably, fell to the ground, quickly closed, and reorganized into figures.
The items on their bodies began to weather, and their bodies began to age, so fast that it seemed as if they had experienced hundreds of years of time in just one or two seconds.
In this area, all the items became mottled, and fragments kept falling down or dust was raised by the wind. The spirituality contained in the spiritual items quickly lost, until they lost their spirituality and turned into pieces of debris falling to the ground.
With pale flames burning in Prak Eggers' eyes, he looked at the "Iron Knight" in front of him who was holding a mottled blood-stained long sword and wearing dark full-body armor, and took the other person's figure in his eyes completely.
The other person's aura instantly decayed, as if he was striding towards the end of death. Even the dark full-body armor became mottled, and rust appeared on the surface.
The strong stimulation woke the "Iron Knight" from his deep sleep. His body was instantly ignited, and he wanted to disintegrate himself into flames and escape from this area shrouded in death and darkness.
In the open bronze door, a pair of lavender eyes quietly emerged and looked at the "Iron Knight".
Complex and illusory symbols quickly condensed in his eyes, and a large amount of complex and useless knowledge madly poured into the other person's mind, making him freeze in place for a while, and the flames on his body quickly extinguished.
Taking advantage of this gap, Prak appeared directly behind the opponent. His right arm became pale and cold, like a corpse. His nails became black and sharp, and grew an extra section.
In this state, his right hand easily penetrated the rusty full body armor, penetrated the flesh, and pierced the opponent's chest. Chapter 657 Invitation
"Woo" The unknown "Iron Knight" uttered a painful groan.
He tried to reignite his body, but was interrupted by a slight sob in his ear. His body was numb, his blood seemed frozen, and he seemed to be possessed by the wronged spirits. It was difficult to respond effectively. He could only watch death coming, desperately feeling his vitality slipping away faster and faster.
In the bronze gate, countless bone arms, slippery tentacles with baby faces, and vines with evil eyes stretched out, which put the surroundings into a deep sleep. The Intis army, which could not resist, dragged them into the underworld behind the gate one by one.
In the manor on the north bank of the Pas River Valley, a stream of complex and pure information flowed out from the void, quickly converging and reorganizing Renekton's body.
He held a metal mask decorated with white feathers in his hand. He was stained with a strong smell of death. His hair was gray, and his skin became pale and transparent. The twisted and shaking starlight under his skin could be faintly seen.
He let out a long breath, and put the mask in his hand into the golden box that Bernadette had used to store the pale death, and rearranged a layer of spiritual wall.
This was the "pale death" he had remade. Although it lacked the characteristics of the "archon of death", it did not affect the effect of the seal. He had just used this item to go to the underworld and affect the battlefield through the bronze gate opened by Prak Eggers.
"It's a pity that there are too few "gatekeepers" above the level of demigods. Otherwise, with the cover and transfer of the underworld, I can quickly travel around the battlefields."
While sighing, Renekton sat on the easy chair beside him, rubbing his fingers gently, creating pieces of bright starlight around him, and scattering one after another clear and bright brilliance, purifying the breath of death on him and adjusting his own state.
After a moment, the breath of death on him was completely purified, his hair turned back to golden, and his skin regained its blood color.
"The underworld opened up by Greygari is indeed very unusual. Except for the angels in the realm of death, other living creatures cannot adapt to the environment there. Even if I can simulate changing my own state and breath, I still cannot completely isolate myself from the impact. Fortunately, mythical creatures are almost not limited by lifespan, otherwise I would have died of old age if I went there a few more times."
While sighing, Renekton's eyes suddenly lost their focus and became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm, obviously losing focus and looking vast.
In his mind, one picture after another floated through his mind, some of which were the areas along the coast of the Pars River Valley and Uttar Pradesh, and some were near the Star Plateau and the Ancient Forest.
Different places were also shrouded in war, some were defended, and some were not.
After receiving the information, Renekton let out a long breath. The result of the war was not ideal.
"'Primal Moon' and 'Mother Tree of Desire' have also begun to intervene. The reaction of the Spirit Cult is somewhat unexpected. The Royal Faction is still watching. The Artificial Death God Faction has provided some help. Is this the influence of 'Night'?"
"We need to contact the Earth Church and the Blood Clan and ask them to help fight against the believers of 'Primal Moon' and 'Mother Tree of Desire'. Only in this way can we free up extra power to forcefully occupy the Ancient Forest and expel Feysac."
As soon as he finished speaking, he directly pried the aura of the gray mist on his body and got in touch with Klein who was staying above the gray mist.
Above the gray mist, Klein looked at the red light that suddenly surged in front of him, rubbed his forehead, and said helplessly:
"Your behavior is like an uninvited guest, and you didn't even knock on the door."
With Klein's acquiescence, the deep red light quickly condensed, highlighting Renekton's figure. He smiled and said calmly:
"If you mind, I can make up for the missing process."
"Please tell Mr. 'Moon' that I want to meet a big shot from their Blood Clan."
"Cooperation?" Klein asked.
Renekton nodded and said calmly, "The followers of 'Primal Moon' and 'Mother Tree of Desire' are taking advantage of the situation. We need some external forces to balance them."
Klein hesitated and said, "The more forces there are, the harder it is to control the situation. Aren't you worried that things will get out of control?"
Renekton shook his head and explained simply,
"What really determines the outcome of the war is the final battle of gods. Now, each of us is just shaking the other's anchor, affecting the other's state, and hindering the other's progress."
After a pause, he looked at Klein and smiled, and then explained in more detail,
"The 'True Creator' needs a sufficient number of normal anchors, and I need a grand ceremony."
"This is why Intis's 'Eternal Blazing Sun' and 'Steam' are so eager to start a war. Only by interrupting our rhythm can they be sure to start the battle of gods."
"Ritual. Apotheosis ceremony?" Klein murmured, his tone suddenly shocked, but he felt it was natural.
"Yes and no." Renekton shook his head and did not explain more.
After a brief exchange, Renekton detached his consciousness from the gray fog, and then set up a ritual to summon Bernadette's messenger, handing the golden box containing "Pale Death" to her messenger.
After the messenger left, he also turned into a torrent of information, surging rapidly towards the direction of the Harvest Plains. Backlund, just after leaving Russ Bathory's villa, Emlyn suddenly saw a thick gray fog in front of him, and the deep red light rose quickly, and then quickly shrank back, condensing into the figure of Renekton.
Renekton's voice echoed in Emlyn's ears:
"Please tell Mr. 'Moon' that I want to meet a big figure of their blood clan."
He repeated it twice, and then the gray fog in front of Emlyn quickly dissipated.
He whispered in confusion:
"I want to meet a big figure of our blood clan. Can I meet him if I want to, and can I arrange it if I want to?"
After a pause, he continued to mutter to himself:
"Lord Olmer should still stay in Backlund, but how can I meet him? I haven't completed the tests and tasks arranged by him."
"Go to find Marquis Nibais? This also requires a suitable reason."
After thinking for a while, Emlyn, who didn't think of any good ideas, shook his head, stopped a carriage, and prepared to go back to the Harvest Church in the southern part of the bridge first. He hadn't done his volunteer work today.
In a room with closed curtains on the second floor of Russ Bathory's house, a tall and thin figure stood calmly in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking through the curtains at the direction where Emlyn left.
His hair was light, close to silver, and his eyes were bright red, as if they were filled with blood.
His temperament was extremely noble. With a creaking sound, the door behind him was pushed open, and Russ Bathory walked in, stopped two meters away from him, and saluted with a very respectful attitude:
"Count Mistral, I have sold the two items you asked me to to Emlyn White."
"Very good." Mistral, who was called the Count, nodded slightly and responded.
Russ Bathory hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask out of curiosity:
"My Lord, what does the power behind Emlyn White want to do by collecting items from the Terensost Empire?"
"I don't know either. This is Duke Olmer's intention. Perhaps it has something to do with the treasures left by the former Terensost Empire."
Mistral shook his head and explained briefly. Then his body turned into a group of vampire bats between reality and illusion and flew out of the room.
Hatis City, the easternmost part of the Harvest Plain, has not changed much from before except that there are more people. It seems that it has not been affected by the fierce war in the Pas River Valley and Uttar Pradesh.
A torrent of information composed of complex information poured out from the void, circled twice over the city, and then sank into the natural church wrapped in flowers and green plants.
In the prayer hall, Archbishop Martina sat quietly at the front of all the seats, closest to the Holy Emblem of Life.
She was wearing a priest robe embroidered with flowers and wheat ears. When Renekton appeared, she turned her head and looked over. Her expression was calm, as if she had expected this scene.
Renekton walked straight to her side and sat down in the seat next to her. The believers who were walking around and praying in the hall seemed to be completely unaware of this scene and ignored him.
Before he could speak, the Archbishop Martina of the Great Emperor Church spoke first:
"Recently, there are many unfamiliar faces in Hatis. They are not quiet and always frequently contact those who hide in the shadows."
Renekton nodded calmly, without continuing the topic, and asked:
"Are you interested in spreading the glory of the 'Mother Goddess' in a brand new field?"
"A brand new field?" Martina asked back with some curiosity.
Renekton smiled, then nodded and said,
"A world that is both real and fake, a world woven by countless information that imitates reality, can be understood as a special dream that is connected in series and covers a wide range."
"As an information world, there are not as many restrictions as the real world. Communication between people is not affected by distance, and the flow of knowledge is extremely convenient. Everyone can enter it to learn, communicate, and even do some theory-based experiments."
"I don't know if the Church of the Earth is interested in participating in it. After this world is officially operational, you can complete some experiments that are not mature in reality, and you can also promote the preciousness of life and the joy of a good harvest."
Martina was silent for a while before exclaiming,
"I have a certain understanding of the idea that everything is number that the Moss Ascetic Order believes in, but I didn't expect that they could really create such a world." Chapter 658: The Mutated Sua
Out of curiosity about this new field mentioned by Renekton, Martina continued to discuss this topic for a while. After having a general understanding, she smiled and nodded:
"If this attempt can be successful, the church is very willing to join."
After making a promise, Martina ended the topic and asked:
"The church recently received a batch of potions escorted by the combat sisters of the Abbey of Plenty. If you need it, you can buy some."
"Because of the war, the combat sisters who escorted the potions can only stay in the southern continent for a long time. In order to hone their skills, they occasionally take some hired tasks as individuals."
The combat sisters of the Abbey of Plenty, and the potions, obviously did not arrive recently. The Church of the Earth had long anticipated the current situation and prepared in advance. If we go to find the Eye of the Goddess of the Church of Night now, what will we gain?
As his thoughts drifted, Renekton smiled and said,
"Thank you for telling me. I will have someone prepare enough gold lisos to buy potions and hire some battle sisters to help us maintain order in the city."
After saying that, Renekton nodded to Martina, looked at the back of the prayer hall, and then his body became ethereal, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, surging out of the church.
After Renekton left, Martina stood up from her seat and walked to the back of the prayer hall.
Behind the prayer hall, in the room on the left at the end of the corridor with patterns of wheat ears, flowers and spring water, a young woman in a gorgeous dark green robe stood in the center of the room.
She had an excellent figure, tall, plump, soft and beautiful facial features, long black hair parted in the middle, tied into a simple but delicate knot behind her head, and then smoothly down, her eyes were bright red, which was easily reminiscent of the vampires.
She was the Mother of Plenty of the Plenty Convent of the Earth Church, ranking above the Archbishop and second only to Roland, the current Apostolic Mother of the Earth Church. She was both a combat nun and a former vampire. In order to get closer to the "Mother Goddess", she chose to switch to the adjacent "Mother" path.
The door behind her was pushed open, and Martina walked in. According to the etiquette of the Earth Church, she clasped her arms and saluted as if she was holding a baby.
After the salute, Martina said respectfully:
"Your Highness Olivia, I have passed the information to the agent of knowledge."
"Your Highness, are you going to participate in this war too?"
"The healthy growth of a seedling requires not only time, but also some careful care and fertilization. How much we pay now determines how much fruit we can harvest later."
Olivia responded calmly. After a second, the expression on her face became serious, and she said in a low voice:
"I have never rejected my identity as a vampire. I am a loyal believer of the Mother Goddess, but I have always admired the ancestor. This is a good opportunity. I can unite the vampires of the southern continent to attack those believers of the original moon. I can not only recover the characteristics, but also destroy the evil god's erosion of the moon's authority."
"This is why I am the one who came here, not the others. Other righteous churches cannot blame me for my behavior. This is the choice I made as a vampire."
Martina nodded slightly, no longer doubting the church's participation in the disputes in the southern continent. Then she asked other questions:
"Your Highness Olivia, is it really possible to have a world composed purely of numbers?"
Olivia shook her head slowly and said,
"I'm not sure. In this regard, the Moss Ascetic Order and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery are the most knowledgeable."
"But there is one thing I can be sure of. Even if it is a world composed purely of numbers, there must be a substantial carrier, which is at least an angel and a level 0 seal. To achieve the effect He just described, I am more inclined to believe that it is the Kingdom of God, or even the 'Hidden Sage' himself."
"In the world of numbers, regardless of whether one believes in Him from the bottom of their hearts, everyone will become His anchor, a huge, chaotic, extremely uncoordinated and extremely impure anchor. For some beings, this is not a good thing. I can't guess what His purpose is. Perhaps the anchor is just a by-product, and His purpose is just a grand ceremony."
After leaving the Church of the Earth, Renekton did not return directly to the Pas Valley, but came to the nearby Ancient Forest, where Ouroboros was stationed. The high-level forces of the Feysac military and the Church of the God of War were all dragged down by Him, and fell into a cycle over and over again.
Before he left the spirit world, the spirits around him suddenly changed, as if they had transformed into layers of barriers, trying to restrain Renekton in place and restrict his movements.
The originally colorful spirit world suddenly boiled, covered with a layer of sticky black liquid, spreading far away, corroding everything, polluting everything, and interfering with the overlap of reality and the spirit world.
"S'aa" Renekton whispered, and his body instantly became ethereal, breaking down into a stream of complex information flows, forming an illusory, terrifyingly complex information torrent, rushing out of the corroded spiritual world.
An extremely evil roar that pierced the spiritual body suddenly sounded, causing Renekton, who was in the state of information torrent, to stiffen for a short time.
Scarlet dark liquid continued to seep out of the void, flowing rapidly, wrapping Renekton in the form of information torrent. In these liquids, pale skulls, eyeballs with obvious blood vessels, and tongues with fangs continued to grow.
They kept spitting out extremely evil, like whispers, demonic words full of filth and corruption from the abyss.
Each word has substantial pollution and power, and can make the Beyonder either lose control directly, or suffer severe damage, or be mentally confused, or cursed.
Under the influence of whispers, the terrifyingly complex information torrent became ethereal, transparent, and shattered into a pile of bubbles.
Some of these bubbles were dyed bright red, some had sparks, and some turned pitch black. In the blink of an eye, they were corroded by the power of corruption and filth, and shattered and dissipated.
Renekton's figure then stood out from the area covered by the dark scarlet liquid. He stared at the scarlet below, and condensed one complex and illusory symbol after another in his eyes.
The next second, the dark scarlet liquid suddenly exploded, spilling into a scarlet mist, rendering the surrounding spiritual world scarlet.
At the same time, Renekton's body also exploded, disintegrating into a stream of complex information, surging rapidly, and reorganizing the body.
Sequence One's "Source of Curse" ability, combined with the demon's "malicious perception", S'ea easily established a layer of connection between himself and Renekton with Renekton's attack, allowing both parties to be simultaneously filled with a large amount of complex and useless knowledge, and their heads were blown up.
The pure and complex torrent of information and the scarlet mist covering the surroundings collapsed inward at the same time, quickly gathered and reorganized, revealing two huge, indescribable figures.
Si'ana's body, which looked like a giant rag doll, had undergone a great change. A pair of curved goat horns covered with countless mysterious patterns grew on his head, and a pair of giant membrane-covered wings like bat wings grew on his back. Many evil vines were wrapped around his body, and flowers of either red or light blue bloomed on the vines, emitting a pungent smell of sulfur.
His body seemed to be covered with a fresh human skin, but it did not have the luster that humans should have. His eyes were bright red, as if they were filled with blood, filled with filth, corrosion, and depravity.
Opposite the giant rag doll, countless black silk threads were entangled together, like a dark ball of thread that could never be sorted out, wriggling like liquid, and countless eyes grew from the gaps.
Each eye flashed with pure light, either open or closed, giving people a feeling of being extremely sacred and full of wisdom, but at the same time extremely depressed and quite indifferent, revealing extreme madness.
At the moment when Renekton and Sua revealed their mythical creature forms, the surrounding spirit world instantly dried up and seemed to have "solidified" a lot, and the information intertwined around them came alive.
They became crazy and dangerous, possessed materialized power and bodies, grew sharp claws and mouthparts, and were like strange ghosts, entangled with all kinds of strange things that grew out of the evil liquid flowing around them, contaminating and assimilating each other.
The black ball of thread that was covered with countless eyes and kept wriggling and flowing suddenly became transparent and turned into a huge statue composed of countless starlights, turning into a polymer of pure starlight and darkness.
The next second, the light blue starlight turned golden, and golden illusory flames suddenly ignited out of thin air around them, emitting a majestic solar breath, entwining with each other to form a huge pure ball of light, like a dazzling sun.
The knowledge of the surrounding activation was affected, and it retracted its claws and mouthparts, becoming sacred and indifferent. White wings grew behind them, and pure golden light like a tide surged out of their bodies, condensing into a layer of light armor covering their bodies. The blazing white sunlight condensed into the shapes of straight swords, scales, harps, lanterns, scepters and other things in front of them.
Like a sacred and noble angel, guarding the "sun" in the center.
Under the pure and clear sunlight, the dark and sticky evil liquid covering the surroundings was purified, revealing the stone pillars, statues, fountains, benches, and arches carved from gray and white marble below. Colorful flowers grew in the surrounding spirit world, and
everything beautiful around the light mist gathered clouds, like a fairy tale, like a paradise in the story!
In this scene, the power released by Sua was suppressed to the extreme.
The filthy and corrupted mumblings from the abyss turned into a joyful humming, the extremely evil roar that pierced the spirit body turned into a warm cheer, the dark and sticky liquid that seemed to be flowing with evil turned into golden and sweet honey, and the "spiritual shock" that could detonate emotions and desires turned into an inspiring encouragement. Chapter 659 Raid and Escape
Even Suea's evil and ugly giant rag doll form was forcibly changed into a giant sheep doll wearing a floral plaid skirt, a pink bow, and a sweet smile.
Suea's eyes gradually became blurred, and his cognition became confused. He could not distinguish between fantasy and reality, and gradually brought himself into a sheep living on the grassland, rather than the leader of the Rose School, the Son of God, and the "God of Sequence One".
As this cognition deepened, he found it difficult to control his body. He moved along with the "angels" around him who were dancing and playing music, and danced a somewhat cheerful and somewhat silly dance.
Until a scarlet full moon emerged, confronting the "sun" guarded by many "angels".
Everything under the moonlight was rapidly changing. The gray marble was soaked with dark and sticky liquid and turned black. The colorful flowers grew pale skulls, eyeballs with obvious blood vessels, and tongues with fangs.
The feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness spread rapidly. The originally pure and sacred "heaven" became evil, corrupted, and no longer harmonious.
Under the crimson moonlight, the eyes of the huge sheep doll wearing a floral skirt and a pink bow suddenly turned scarlet, flowing with uncontrollable anger and malice.
Its hands grew a sharp nail, fiercely inserted into its big head that was 1:1 with its body, and tore its body apart with force, revealing the bright red blood filling it.
The bright red blood filled with filth, corrosion, pollution, corruption, and curse instantly engulfed the layer of skin that was imposed on it, and re-revealed the mythical creature form of Suea, with curved goat horns, a pair of huge membrane-covered wings on its back, and an evil rag doll covered with vines and flowers.
Under the red moon, the spirituality of Sua became extremely active, as if the whole rag doll was boiling.
The scarlet moonlight spontaneously gathered in the air, highlighting a rather awkward and evil picture. A man wrapped in bandages and with red roses growing from his body was hung upside down on a twisted tree, struggling and screaming in pain.
His voice echoed around him out of thin air, extremely evil and difficult to resist.
Those "angels" with pure white wings and a layer of light armor on their bodies fell from the sky one after another, and the white meaning behind them was stained with black stains, stained with madness and curses, or died directly, or mutated, or attacked their own people, and were unable to respond effectively for a short time.
The huge pure "sun" wrapped in countless sacred flames suddenly collapsed and turned into a stream of blazing white light, like an unstoppable storm, crashing into the moonlight sprinkled by the scarlet full moon.
The picture condensed by the scarlet moonlight was instantly shattered, and even the surrounding moonlight disappeared completely.
Si'a's scarlet eyes stared at the blazing white light covering the surroundings with resentment, and his mouth opened, emitting a silent scream.
The light without a substantial form trembled for a moment, then collapsed, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature, passing through the body of the giant rag doll, converging on the other side of the spirit world, and reconstructing Renekton's body.
Si'a was briefly lost in thought after being filled with a large amount of complex and useless knowledge.
Behind him, a pair of eyes quietly emerged. They were a pair of dark golden vertical pupils, and the pupils were dark and gloomy, as if they contained a maze without boundaries that was not real enough.
The sound of sobbing wind emerged around, as if it came from reality, and as if it came from illusion.
This wind sound carried some extremely terrifying and irresistible will, sweeping Si'a's body, spirit and will, and put him into a state where he could not control himself.
Without any signs, countless silver-white lightning fell from the air, carrying the breath of tyranny and destruction, completely submerging Si'a.
The next second, Renekton's body turned black, cracked, and shattered into a pile of illusory bubbles, reflecting colorful light against the backdrop of the surrounding spiritual world.
A moment later, Renekton's body appeared on the spot. His body was somewhat illusory, as if it did not exist at all.
He had just turned into a torrent of information, penetrating Su'a's body, pouring information into his mind, and at the same time, he was also connected to Su'a, completing a "source of curse".
Under the covering attack of the silver-white lightning, countless unconnected shadows that seemed to have no entity rushed out from the cover of the lightning and surged into the depths of the spiritual world.
The rampant silver-white lightning gradually weakened, and Renekton saw Sasriel walking out of the leaping silver-white electric light, holding a "Spirit and Flesh Blade" in his right hand that was disintegrating and dissipating.
Seeing Renekton looking at him, He nodded slightly and raised His left hand, revealing the strange palm-sized puppet in His hand. He chuckled and said,
"He left behind a characteristic of the 'ancient evil' and ran away. It should be due to some kind of substitute ability of the devil. Because of personal will, unique mind and inclined desires, the talents of the devil are always strange, and it is not too surprising to see anything."
"I just left something in His mind, which should be cleared by the 'mother tree' soon, but He will see Balanca before that, and then trigger some psychological hints that you left on Balanca before. This will cause His mind to split. It's not serious, but it is hidden enough and deadly enough when necessary."
Renekton nodded. When he was blocked by Sua, he directly informed Sasriel. For him who had mastered knowledge and information, it was not difficult to hide the impromptu arrangements and targeting from Sua.
This place is not far from the Pas River Valley. As long as he delays for a while and creates enough noise to attract attention, Sasriel can easily sneak over and complete the raid on Sua.
The only surprise is that this "divine evil" of the Rose School ran more decisively than he expected, and even left behind a characteristic of "ancient evil". If what He left behind was not the characteristics of "Ancient Evil" but "Silent Disciple" or "Puppet", He probably would not be able to escape from Sasriel's hands. Although it was very brief, what I just felt was definitely the will of the "True Creator".
As his thoughts floated, he looked towards the ancient forest outside the spirit world and said calmly:
"Go there? Feysac will most likely choose to abandon this colony and will not confront us head-on at this time."
"You go. If I go, Badhair may descend directly."
Sasriel shook his head and threw the strange puppet in his hand to Renekton and said:
"Take it. Make it into a magical item or something strange. It can still play a role."
Renekton nodded, stretched out his hand to take it, and took a closer look at the strange puppet in his hand. It was not a thing with pure characteristics, but a bit like a secret puppet. In addition to the curse and pollution it brought, it also retained the breath of the "Mother Tree of Desire".
It can be used for fishing, but forget it. It would be embarrassing if the fish you catch eats the bait and runs away.
While thinking, dots of starlight flickered and emerged, quickly retracted, and turned into strange patterns, engraved on the surface of this strange mystical puppet, sealing it.
After doing all this, he nodded to Sasriel, and then his body became ethereal, decomposing into a stream of complex information, a terrifying torrent of information, rushing towards the ancient forest outside the spirit world.
Mishil Port, unlike the bright environment outside, the time here seems to have stopped at a certain night, and the people trapped here have their memories erased again and again, falling into a cycle.
On the left side of the Harbor Avenue near the dock area, in the tall and magnificent Dusk Church, Snarna, wearing a dark red coat, sighed and looked at Archbishop Eugene who was sitting in front of the holy emblem and praying over and over again, and asked in a somewhat irritable tone:
"Still no response?"
He and the Archbishop of the Church of the God of War are the only two people who have remained sober. One of them has the strength and status of an angel, and the other has the protection of the "God of War".
Eugene was silent for two seconds, shook his head, and sighed:
"I got the oracle to lead the believers to evacuate the southern continent and abandon the ancient forest."
Snarna was stunned for a moment, looked at Eugene in disbelief and said: "Is this really an oracle?"
Rather than a false oracle forged by some existence. If it were a different scene, a different identity, He would definitely use a provocative way to express his inner doubts.
Eugene nodded, and said in a calm tone:
"His Highness the Sword of Glory is on his way. He will pick us up and evacuate the Ancient Forest."
"If you are sure you can avoid the sight of those two, you can also lead some troops and believers to go deep into East Balam. Archbishop Dixel and Silver Executioner Quisti stationed in Hagati Grassland will protect you to a certain extent."
"Unless those two have the help of secret authority, no one can guarantee that they can avoid the two beings who control the mind and information."
Snarna sighed and shook his head, and did not continue the topic.
Waves of information poured into Mishil Port, gathered in front of Ouroboros, and reconstructed Renekton's body.
"Long time no see."
Renekton simply greeted Ouroboros, who nodded without expression and then fell silent.
Compared to the King of Angels, He is more like an autistic child. The ancient sun god of the old civilization era must have never been a father, and the children who grew up around Him are all problem children.
After mumbling in his heart, Renekton looked back at Ouroboros and said calmly,
"Let's go talk to the leader inside. This reset will only drive them crazy, but it won't starve them to death." Chapter 660 Information World
Ouroboros nodded expressionlessly. A silver-white flashed in his eyes. Complex mercury-colored symbols connected one after another to form a wheel. A clear and illusory sound of breaking sounded around him, as if something invisible was quietly broken.
"I'm not good at fighting." Ouroboros whispered as if explaining to Renekton, and then fell silent again.
In Mishil Port, people who were originally still moving normally suddenly stopped at the same time, their eyes became blurred and absent-minded, and in their minds, the memories that had been repeated during this period emerged one after another. In the
dusk church, Snarna and Eugene looked at each other, one body was ignited and turned into a red and white flame, and the other turned into a pool of flowing silver-white liquid, and rushed out of the church one after another.
The moment they rushed out of the church door, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. Pink petals fell in the air, and the gray-white marble paved ground turned into a quietly flowing stream.
The invisible force pushed them forward, unable to turn back, and could only move forward.
In a trance, the petals falling and the stream flowing around became very far away, and the surroundings became dark and gloomy. Countless stars were flickering, outlining the shape of eyes, creating a barrier around that was isolated from the outside world and difficult to connect.
The burning red and mercury-like silver quickly dispersed and reorganized, revealing the figures of Snarna and Eugene.
Before Renekton could speak, Snarna spoke first:
"We will leave the ancient forest with the army and believers and return to Feysac."
Renekton turned his head to look at Ouroboros, who was expressionless, and asked calmly: "What do you think?"
Ouroboros still did not have much expression. There were some ripples in his silver eyes, revealing a sense of indifference, as if he was watching the long river of fate as a bystander, looking for the right future.
After a moment, he looked at Renekton and nodded gently:
"They do plan to evacuate, you can't keep them."
"Them?" Renekton repeated, his eyes looking at the outside world with a touch of emotion.
A little bit of pure and thick dusk-like light emerged from the surrounding void, carrying a sense of holiness and glory, and also a bit of dusk coming, with the breath of decay of all things covering the surroundings.
Such light gathered more and more, slowly turning into flowing water, illuminating the originally dark environment, covering the eyes outlined by the surrounding stars.
This barrier that was isolated from the outside world and difficult to connect began to decay uncontrollably, collapsing and dissipating little by little.
Under the cover of dusk light, Snarna and Eugene's bodies aged rapidly, and the surface of their skin was soon covered with wrinkles, age spots, and rotten liquid flowed.
Just blinking a few times, they aged to the point that they seemed to be about to evaporate from the world.
Then, they really turned into rotten liquid, evaporated completely, and disappeared in front of Renekton and Ouroboros.
"Angels with faith are really troublesome. As long as they want, they can borrow some power from the gods they believe in at any time."
With a low sigh, Renekton dispelled the surrounding barriers and looked calmly into the void, looking at Snarna and Eugene who had reappeared in the corresponding spiritual world and returned to normal.
Next to them, there was a gray-haired old man wearing an orange-red priest robe. There was no wrinkle on his face. He was nearly three meters tall. His gray hair and beard were simply groomed. He looked energetic and radiant.
Renekton's eyes suddenly became deep, revealing a deep light purple. In his eyes, the figure of the old man who appeared in the spiritual world changed rapidly and turned into a one-eyed giant with a dark blue body.
Every inch of the giant's skin, every pore, and every piece of flesh and blood seemed to violate the normal senses of human beings and were combined in a special form, containing an unimaginable sense of impact.
Behind him, the orange-red light was sprinkled from a high altitude and fell on him, rendering a desolate dusk.
In the orange light, an exaggerated giant sword loomed. Whenever Renekton wanted to take a closer look at the outline of the illusory giant sword, his eyes always bent unnaturally and looked elsewhere.
"It seems that I can't do anything in secret."
He sighed in a low voice, and his whole body instantly became virtual, transformed into a torrent of information, and quickly poured into the spirit world, reorganizing his body in front of the angel of the "God of War" Church.
He shook the mystical puppet in his hand twice, looked at the old man in front of him, and said leisurely:
"Good afternoon, what should I call you?"
"'Sword of Glory' Christopher." Christopher's eyes fell on the puppet in Renekton's hand, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly. The relic of an "ancient evil thing", was this the reason for the movement in the spirit world before?
The thoughts in his mind floated uncontrollably for a moment, and Christopher quickly gathered his mind, nodded gently to Renekton and said:
"The great god of knights has sent down an oracle, and Feysac will no longer participate in the disputes within the southern continent, as well as the disputes between the new regime and Intis."
"My Lord is the master of war and the protector of guns and cannons. If you are willing, you can pray for my Lord's blessing in the next war, which will make your army more courageous and your guns and cannons more powerful."
The army belongs to the authority of the "Red Priest", and guns and cannons belong to "steam", neither of which has anything to do with the giants. After complaining in his heart, Renekton nodded gently to the other party, roughly understanding what He wanted to express.
The high-end forces supporting the new regime in the southern continent are already on par with Intis. It is meaningless for both sides to continue to attract allies, except for expanding the scale of the war. It is better to withdraw in time, and even provide some support to both sides at the same time, in exchange for the support of the "God of War" Church against the "Goddess of Night" Church.
You want to buy me off with such a small thing, don't you think I'm too cheap?
Concentrating his thoughts, Renekton nodded slightly to Christopher, the "Sword of Glory", and then turned into a torrent of information, returned to Ouroboros, and nodded slightly to him:
"I'll trouble you to take over the ancient forest in the future. I have to start making some preparations. I won't be able to intervene in real things for a while."
Ouroboros didn't reply or ask, but just nodded.
I always feel that He is becoming more and more autistic. The thought in his mind flashed by, and Renekton immediately gathered his thoughts, and his body instantly became ethereal, decomposing into a stream of complex information, surging towards the distance like a torrent.
Back at the Pas River Valley, Renekton showed up in the corresponding spirit world. At his feet, a somewhat illusory river meandered and undulated, flowing slowly. The color of the river water was quite complex, like a bucket of paint that had been overturned.
This was the corresponding manifestation of the Pas River in the spirit world, and it was also Renekton's destination.
He looked around, then looked up, at the seven bright lights that were eternally lingering at the highest point of the spirit world, and nodded gently to them, saying,
"Please help me cover up the noise."
As soon as the words fell, the distance between him and the bright and clear light flowing quietly above his head suddenly disappeared, and red, yellow, orange, purple, blue, green, and indigo lights fell like a curtain, covering the spirit world area within a large range around him, intercepting the information exchange in the surrounding area.
Seeing that the seven lights of the spirit world had already taken action, Renekton nodded gently in greeting, then stretched out his right hand and shook it in an empty hand.
The floating information around him was instantly absorbed into his palm, condensed into an illusory ball of light, and at the same time, complex and illusory symbols condensed in his eyes, infusing a large amount of knowledge into it.
The illusory ball of light instantly grew larger, enveloping his body, and continued to expand outward, embracing more areas of the spirit world.
In the illusory ball of light, Renekton's body quickly disintegrated, turning into countless black threads, interweaving into a constantly wriggling ball of black threads, and growing eyes.
Each eye flashed with pure and clear light, outlining complex and illusory symbols one after another, giving substantial power to the abstract knowledge around it.
The originally illusory and intangible knowledge gradually became substantial, constantly floating around, slowly settling down, and accumulating into a dark and illusory wilderness.
In the wilderness, the bronze mechanical glove that Renekton had worn on his hand quietly emerged, quickly disintegrated, and turned into pieces of debris that scattered, separating out a series of dim, unclear, colorless, and hazy glimmers that seemed to be composed of a large number of illusory things, blending into the illusory wilderness.
The originally dark and illusory wilderness gradually became substantial after being filled with the characteristics of the "Knowledge Mentor".
At the same time, on the black mass full of eyes that Renekton had incarnated, streams of information separated from the rush and fell on the wilderness, rendering a gorgeous color.
He separated his original "sage" characteristics and used it and the characteristics of the "knowledge mentor" as the cornerstone to carry his own information world.
The characteristics that originated from the "hidden sage" have a deeper connection with the body of the Western Continent. This is no longer of any help to him, but it can resonate with the information world and the "knowledge wilderness" of the Western Continent to a certain extent, and transmit some power through the seal.
In the wilderness with color and substance, blurry figures emerged one after another. Some of them were humans, some were rabbits, and some were Nagas.
The only thing they had in common was that they all had established a certain connection with Renekton. They were followers or potential followers of the "Evangelist".
Floating above the wilderness, Renekton stared quietly below. Each eye on the black thread ball glowed with a deep blue and purple brilliance, outlining one illusory three-dimensional symbol after another in his eyes.