Chapter 740 Crow
Charles' words made Darrell's face turn red and white. After a while, he calmed down and asked as if he had just reacted:
"Are you worried that I would 'instigate' those ordinary people on the steam train and cause chaos, so you asked to go with me?
After a pause, he added: "Are you official Beyonders? When did you set your sights on me?"
While speaking, he clenched his right hand holding the leather handbag a little tighter.
Charles shook his head and laughed: "I guess so, you don't have to be so nervous. If we have malicious intentions or want to do something to you, we don't need to wait until now. After all, the gap between us is too big."
Darrell's retreating steps stopped subconsciously. He felt that what the middle-aged gentleman named Charles said made sense and was convincing.
After a slight pause, he seemed to suddenly react and looked at Charles in astonishment and said:
"You are also an 'instigator'? An 'instigator' of a higher sequence? "
Raymond on the side suddenly laughed out loud. Charles, who had been maintaining a calm attitude, suddenly froze his expression on his face, and said in a deep voice with some gritted teeth: "I'm not."
While speaking, he glared at Raymond who was still laughing on the side, silently accusing him:
A Sequence Eight "instigator" could not possibly detect my influence. It must be you, a guy with a bad taste, who is playing tricks.
Darrell didn't care about their interactions. As if he had completely let down his guard, he said with some sighs:
"I know that in order to fully master the power of the potion, I need to perform according to the name of the potion, adapt to it little by little, and then master it. I have been trying. You found me based on these clues, right?"
Charles nodded and replied calmly: "That's about it. It seems that you have another teacher. "
Darrell's expression suddenly became a little sad, and he tightened his right hand holding the leather handbag, as if he wanted to put the handbag into his arms, but because there were other people around, he held back.
After hesitating and struggling for a long time, he suddenly said:
"It's gone. I, I want to be alone for a while, and then find a hotel to have a good sleep. Since you don't plan to arrest me, then this should be okay, right?"
Charles nodded without comment, as if he really didn't plan to do anything to him.
With a sigh of relief, Darrell turned and walked in the direction he came from. After getting out of the sight of Charles and Raymond, he turned and went into an alley next to him.
Looking at Darrell's disappearing back, Raymond glanced at Charles with a smile, and said casually:
"The one from the southern continent is moving much faster than we thought."
Shrugging his shoulders, Charles said without much fluctuation:
"No matter how bad he is, he is still His son. How can He not help?"
"They are now father and son working together to challenge the gods. "
After a pause, he turned the topic back to Darrell:
"A person who looks normal has actually been affected and polluted, and turned into a monster in human skin. Well, are you curious about how he enjoys himself with a magical object?"
"Not curious." Raymond shook his head.
Charles shook his head and sighed: "As a 'secret peeper', you lack the necessary curiosity."
"Curiosity does not mean that you have to take a look at everything. That is courting death. The curiosity of a 'secret peeper' is a kind of exploration, not a simple desire to peep."
While the two were talking, some crew members on the "Future" had already come to the dock along the transparent starlight bridge.
Charles just glanced at it, and his eyes were attracted by the leading boatswain Nina, who had the blood of Feysac. He looked up and down at her, especially her breasts that were far beyond the limit of violation.
Noticing that Charles' eyes rose and fell with Nina's movements, Raymond coughed lightly:
"Your saliva is about to flow out. Do you need me to notify Bernadette for you? Tell her that her father has taken a fancy to her adopted daughter's crew member."
"Ahem~~" Charles coughed and reluctantly looked away, and kept yelling:
"Don't slander people's innocence, I'm just appreciating beautiful things."
"Besides, her looks are not outstanding or even unremarkable among my former bed partners, but her figure is definitely one of the most outstanding, and many witches can't compare to her."
At this point, Charles seemed to recall something, his Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed his saliva.
Raymond nodded and said, "Everyone knows your famous saying: Witches taste really good."
Charles' expression froze on his face for a moment, his face changed back and forth, and after calming down for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "One day, I will destroy all my diaries and the memories of all those who have read my diaries."
Raymond sighed without any expression, "This should be a bit difficult. "
A crow happened to fly over their heads, across the sky of Utopia, and flew towards the Honachis Mountains.
After looking at the flying crow, Charles retracted his gaze and sighed in a low voice:
"Zaratul actually found this place before Amon. It's incredible. Does that old man who loves to play dumb have such strength and luck?"
Raymond thought and said:
"The interaction between people is also the interaction between hearts. They will be fed back into the surrounding collective subconscious sea, forming a reef, an island, and then observed by the ruler of the spiritual world." Charles nodded without comment: "You mean, Zaratul surrendered to the 'True Creator'? He knelt too quickly!"
"The 'Lord of Mysteries' must need servants, and the appearance of the 'Fool' must reclaim all the 'Mysterious Servant' characteristics. If He doesn't choose Amon and can't snatch them, then He can only wait to die."
As the words fell, Raymond's figure became illusory, decomposing into streams of information, and blending into every corner of the city.
"Suddenly I miss the quiet days in the mausoleum." Charles shook his head and sighed. His body became much more illusory, as if it had become some kind of illusion, wandering forward like a shadow outside the bottom rules of the world.
On the deck of the "Future", Cattleya suddenly turned her head with a sense of something, and the lavender glow in her eyes flowed and disappeared.
After a moment, she whispered in confusion: "What happened in this city just now? Is it related to the sudden arrival of the 'Future' from the Misty Sea to the Sea?"
After thinking for two seconds, she used the Secret Eyes planted on the crew members to send them a message:
"Return immediately after purchasing the supplies, and don't stay in this town."
"Don't worry, Captain, I'll keep an eye on them."
"Wait, there's a sound."
The voice of the boatswain Nina was transmitted to Cattleya's ears through the connection of the Secret Eyes. The picture formed in her mind kept moving forward and stopped after turning left into an alley.
Deep in the alley, a naked man leaned against the corner, holding a delicate and beautiful doll of the height of an adult's forearm in his arms, and doing some indescribable movements with it.
It was Darrel who left alone. He was immersed in extreme pleasure at the moment and didn't notice that there was an audience behind him.
"Uh, although I know that the atmosphere in Intis is very open, isn't this a little too open?"
Nina was stunned for a moment, and casually complained to Cattleya who was establishing a connection with her.
As she spoke, the deep panting and the fishy smell in front of her just covered her. For a moment, she felt a little dazed, her body was unnaturally hot, and she had the urge to join the other party, to snatch and monopolize the doll.
She swallowed her saliva, and the temperature of her cheeks rose, stained with a touch of red.
"This is not normal. I just had sex with..."
"Ahem~ Captain, what do you think?"
On the "Future", Cattleya's mind appeared the picture that Nina saw, and she subconsciously turned her eyes away. This action could not avoid the formation of the picture in her mind. What Nina saw, she could still see.
"Stay away from here, you have been affected."
While warning Nina, Cattleya exerted influence through the Secret Eye placed on the other party, reducing the charm that Nina was subjected to.
Nina paused briefly, as if a basin of cold water was poured over her head, and the heat in her body was relieved. Although she still had the urge to find someone to vent her desire, it was within the scope of tolerance.
"It's horrible. What is that thing? It made me so hungry that I had to fight with a man for a masturbation tool?"
Nina complained as she walked away until she could no longer hear the panting sound and smell the fishy smell.
Cattleya's calm and rational voice echoed in her ears through the Eye of Secrets:
"It's a magical item belonging to the Witch Path, but it seems to be mixed with other things, things that can arouse desire."
Above the gray fog, Klein, who also noticed this scene, raised his hand to cover his eyes.
"I feel my eyes are dirty."
"The two of them followed this guy all the way, but they didn't even take action to solve this obviously problematic item. What other intentions do they have? Or hidden dangers?"
He muttered to himself for a few sentences. In order to ensure that there would be no accidents beyond his control in Utopia, Klein chose to do a divination on the strange doll.
His divination went smoothly without any interference, and soon he got all the information about this strange doll:
the incomplete "Pleasure Witch" characteristics, combined with some additional things, gave this item some abilities beyond the twenty-two paths.
As long as you carry it, your body will become healthy and strong, but at the same time you will always be hungry and thirsty, always longing to mate with people. As the contact time increases, this desire will become stronger and stronger.
The holder will gain the ability to manipulate black flames and frost, but at the same time will be cursed, and will fall in love with this doll little by little, becoming crazy and obsessed, until becoming the prey captured by the other party. In the end, the person holding this item will give birth to a child with it. Chapter 741: The Cooperation of the Lamp God
"The one who is responsible for giving birth must be the one who is enchanted by it, whether male or female. This puppet is not just an ordinary evil one."
Klein shuddered for no
reason. He thought of an incident that happened in the Rorsted Archipelago. At that time, the person who was affected by the "Mother Tree of Desire" kept shouting that he wanted to have a child with him. "I don't know if the mixed things in this puppet came from the 'Mother Tree of Desire' or the 'Original Moon'. They both like to let others give birth to children."
While talking to himself, Klein saw an illusory crimson star light up. Before he could react, golden streams of water surged out of the illusory star and gathered into a golden figure full of chaos and distortion.
How can one or two of them pass through the gray fog and appear directly in front of me? Although this is not the real "Source Castle", it is also a place radiated by the power of "Source Castle". It's too disrespectful.
Klein complained in his heart, while controlling the power of "Source Castle" to try to repel the golden figure.
The golden figure seemed to be something that did not exist. There was no sign of rejection. Instead, it looked at Klein with interest. After a long while, He spoke:
"You are not 'Mysterious'."
The golden figure's words made Klein stunned for a moment. He sat back in the high-backed chair with an expressionless face and sneered:
"You are very confident."
The golden figure crossed his arms in front of his chest and said in a low voice: "I was not sure at first, but now I can be sure."
Damn, the thought of being deceived flashed through Klein's mind. He began to think about the other party's origin. There are not many beings that can invade this gray fog. He also knows the former "Lord of Mystery". Is He the unlucky lamp god?
Looking at the golden figure in front of him, which was full of confusion and distortion, Klein became more and more certain of his guess. This confusion and distortion is somewhat similar to Roselle, which comes from the distortion of the rules.
Stopping his scattered thoughts, Klein looked at the Djinn who appeared in front of him and suddenly relaxed a lot. A Djinn who was still sealed could not threaten him above the gray fog. The other party appeared here, and it was more likely that he was thrown up by Renekton or Roselle, or he came to cooperate with him.
After thinking this through, Klein relaxed his mind. He tapped the edge of the table in front of him twice with his fingers and asked with a smile:
"What kind of cooperation do you want to seek?"
The golden figure shook his head and said:
"No, not me, but what kind of cooperation do you want to seek? Give me a satisfactory reward, and I will fulfill your wish."
"You should rely on the 'Miracle Master' characteristic that is used to seal you to realize your wish. Even if you have the status of the old days, you are sealed, and the wishes you can realize are limited. Moreover, you and I lack the necessary trust foundation."
Klein shook his head and was not moved by the Djinn's proposal.
The Lamp God didn't seem surprised by Klein's attitude and continued to lobby:
"I hope that the damn liar will never come back to life, and the emergence of a new 'Lord of Mysteries' is the best way to prevent His resurrection. On this point, I will not lie to you, and there is no need to lie to you. This is the basis for our cooperation..."
"And I can help you complete the ceremony quickly and become a 'Servant of Mysteries'. Now that the 'Error' has appeared, becoming a 'Fool' as soon as possible is your only way out." "
Or, are you willing to give everything to that bad 'Error' and continue to bear the corresponding fate?"
Klein smiled and shook his head: "I have many allies, you are not the only nor the best choice."
"Oh? It seems you want to refuse my cooperation."
After the words fell, the figure of the Lamp God began to shrink.
Klein didn't pay attention to the genie's actions and continued to speak slowly:
"Not necessarily. You can also tell me your conditions first. If they are suitable, I can consider it."
As his words fell, the genie really stopped. He looked deeply at Klein who was sitting on the high-back chair, and then said:
"I have only one request, send me back to the starry sky. I will only take away those that belong to me. The rest of the characteristics will belong to you, and I will also fulfill an extra wish of yours."
"One wish in exchange for your freedom, isn't this too easy? And, if I remember correctly, your current holder should be Bernadette. What will she do if I make a wish to you?"
Klein neither agreed nor refused. He continued to chat with the genie, while obtaining information and thinking about how to convince the genie to help him.
The genie said in a bad tone: "Don't be too greedy, young man. One wish is enough to change your current predicament."
Klein didn't care about the genie's tone, but continued to ask: "Hehe, it seems that the wish I made will also be recorded on Bernadette, right?"
Dare to plot against Bernadette like this, a certain daughter slave will make you unable to get out of the magic lamp in this life.
"You can think about it slowly, and come to me when you have thought it through. For beings like us, time is not important."
The genie did not answer Klein's question. After saying this casually, he left the gray fog through the crimson star that was constantly expanding and contracting. Only then did Klein have the energy to pay attention to the content of the prayer in this illusory star, which originated from the prayer of the Hermit about the encounter of Utopia.
After thinking for two seconds, he spread his spirituality and established a connection with the Hermit Cattleya, and said in a calm tone:
"This is a ritual."
In the captain's room of the Future, Cattleya walked to the window and looked at the crew members on the deck who were still discussing the delicious food of Utopia. Her expression seemed a little complicated.
As a hidden saint of the Church of Knowledge, her authority in the church was second only to that of several angels. She could view most of the archives collected and recorded by the church, including the humanities, customs, cities and forces in various places on the North and South Continents and the Five Seas.
"In all the information I have checked, there is no city called Utopia, and there is no corresponding area in the spirit world. This city seems to have appeared out of thin air, and it is full of weirdness everywhere."
"Whose ritual is Mr. 'Fool' referring to? 'World' may know something. Do I need to ask him?"
While talking to herself, she noticed a dark crow flying over the sea.
"Why are there crows on the sea?"
As she whispered to herself, the "Master of Prophecy"'s spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered, and she saw a disaster coming. After
two seconds of silence, her voice suddenly echoed in every corner of the ship:
"Prepare to set sail and stay away from this sea."
In the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains, in the hall of the ancient palace,
waves of information poured out from the outside, and the figure of Renekton was reconstructed next to a crow with shiny black feathers and a white eye circle on its right eye.
He looked at the crow curiously, who had been staring at the sleeping figure in the hall, and asked calmly:
"Are you planning to steal the uniqueness of the Fool and a copy of the characteristics of the Mysterious Servant, so that the Fool who controls the Sefirah Castle can only become the Angel King at most?"
Amon nodded and smiled frankly:
"How about this idea? If he can't really become the Fool, he will not be qualified to compete with me in the final battle. If you delay it for a while, you will have to make concessions for the appearance of the Mysterious Lord."
Renekton asked back without any expression:
"Why do you think you can successfully steal the uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics here under the gaze of the Night?"
"Either save the characteristics or save people, you have to choose one." Amon spread his hands and said very frankly.
As he spoke, pure starlight flowed from his black eyes, outlining layers of illusory doors.
At this moment, all things and concepts related to "doors" in the world were closed.
With the sound of bangs, all the doors and windows of the palace were closed at the same time, and the space inside and outside was separated, as if someone had imposed a seal from the inside out.
At the same time, on the seat at the top of the palace, Antigonus, who stretched out slippery tentacles from under his clothes, became extremely quiet, as if every spiritual insect on his body had fallen into the deepest dream, and the tentacles had all quieted down.
In the hall, one Amon after another walked out of the air, and they simultaneously stretched out their right hands to Antigonus in front of them, with their palms clenched, as if pulling something.
Renekton did not stop Amon, and without the support of the astral body, he could not stop Amon at all. He
turned sideways and stared at the gate of the palace, condensing one complex and illusory symbol after another in his eyes, causing the surroundings to bloom with clear starlight silently, washing towards the gate of the palace.
An Amon suddenly appeared in front of him, stretched out his hand to grasp the starlight created by Renekton, and as the monocle on his face flashed a white light, the floating starlight around him instantly disappeared.
In a hotel in the Utopia dock area, Darrell, who was still immersed in joy, was suddenly surprised by a nightmare. He dreamed that he was pregnant and gave birth to an evil baby with sharp horns and membrane-covered wings.
He sat on the bed in a daze, gasping for breath. The dream just now was a little too real.
When he came to his senses, he suddenly felt empty in his heart, sad for no reason, as if he had lost the most important thing in his life.
His brain short-circuited for a second, and he suddenly came to his senses, rolled off the bed, picked up the leather handbag on the table, and the exquisite doll that was originally placed in it was gone.
"It's gone, it's gone."
"Who stole her? Who!"
Darrell sat on the floor with his head in his hands in pain. There were imaginary sobs and groans echoing in his head, and his heart was throbbing with pain, as if he had seen the scene after the doll was taken over by someone else. Chapter 742: Awakening Antigonus
"No, no, no, she's mine, mine."
His body began to change as he spoke in a voice that was almost like sobbing. Short, coarse hair began to grow under his skin, and his skin lost the luster that a living person should have, like a dry tree stump. His eyes became larger and bulged, and his mouth split to the roots of his ears, like a rag doll with a terrifying appearance.
During this process, he recited a honorific name over and over again like a dream:
"The great and supreme mother tree, the eternal howler, the source of curse, the god of loss of mind."
Above the gray fog, Klein's inspiration suddenly warned that something bad was brewing and a disaster was spreading towards him.
"I can't see clearly, but it's very dangerous."
While whispering to himself, Klein threw out a crudely cut paper man and sank into the illusory star representing the "Hermit" Cattleya.
After doing this, he separated some of the spirit insects, and then began to follow his intuition to find the root of the problem.
Soon, he locked his sights on Darrell, who had turned into a monster. A silver-white lightning appeared out of thin air in the hotel room.
Amid the crackling sound of electricity, Darrell, who had turned into a terrifying and evil rag doll, quickly charred and shattered.
"I didn't even notice anything wrong with him when I was above the gray fog before. Who intervened?"
He whispered to himself. The scene he saw above the gray fog suddenly solidified. The spirituality of the entire utopia was changing, as if it had turned into layers of barriers, blocking every person and every secret doll in the city.
Then, the surroundings suddenly boiled, and a sticky black liquid flowed out of the void, spreading all around, eroding the void upwards, interfering with the overlap of reality and the spiritual world, and interfering with Klein's vision above the gray fog.
"There are more than one-third of my own spirit worms here. I must take some back, otherwise my state will deteriorate seriously and even get out of control."
"Once I leave the gray fog, I will definitely be greeted by the attacks that Zaratul and the 'True Creator' have prepared long ago."
While Klein was struggling, the Utopia's spirit worms disconnected from him one by one, and his state began to slip uncontrollably. Slippery and transparent tentacles stretched out from under his clothes and slapped the surroundings randomly.
Klein sighed and reached forward calmly, borrowing spirituality and state from his historical self so that he would not lose control all of a sudden.
Then he set his sights on the crimson star representing the "Hermit" Cattleya, spreading spirituality and touching the crimson star.
In the captain's room of the "Future" still on the sea, Cattleya suddenly had a thick gray fog gushing out in front of her eyes, and saw a tall figure sitting in the depths of the gray fog, as if overlooking the entire world.
Before she could think or ask, streams of golden water suddenly appeared in the gray fog, condensing into a chaotic and distorted figure.
The Lamp God exchanged glances with Klein through the gray fog. His figure quickly moved forward, crossed the obstruction of the gray fog, and appeared in front of Klein:
"It seems that you are more anxious than I thought. Your condition does not seem to be very good. If you had not borrowed power from your past self and grafted your condition, you would have been out of control now."
"Tell me, what wish do you want, and what can you give?"
Klein chuckled without any hurry, and said calmly:
"Hehe, I need two wishes. In exchange, I will send you back to the starry sky before the end of the world. How about it?"
"Of course, these two wishes cannot be counted for me and Bernadette at the same time."
While speaking, he blocked some of Cattleya's senses, making her unable to perceive the communication between herself and the Lamp God. She could only see a little blurry light and shadow of her negotiation with the Lamp God.
The genie didn't pay attention to Klein's actions. After he finished speaking, he refused without hesitation:
"I refuse. This condition is not equivalent to my two wishes. Now you need my help, and with the arrival of doomsday, I will definitely be able to return to the starry sky."
"But you will have lost the initiative by then. Not only may you not be able to get back the authority and characteristics lost here, you may even become the prey of the rest of the old days."
"And I can promise to send you back to the starry sky before doomsday. Due to the restrictions of the wishing lamp, I am now the only person you can cooperate with."
"To help me is to fight against the former 'Lord of Mysteries', and you will not lose anything."
Klein said the words he had thought of long ago, one by one. After that, he leaned back in the high-back chair, leisurely waiting for the genie's reply, not worried that the other party would refuse. Just as he said, the genie had no other candidates for cooperation.
After a brief silence, the Lamp God sneered and said,
"Unfortunately, with the help of that 'Knowledgeable One', I have already infected a 'Hand of Order'."
Klein was stunned for a moment. He had never expected this accident. He was a little nervous for a moment. The Lamp God already had the ability to interfere with the outside world, so He had the capital to reject him.
The Lamp God sneered, looked at Klein calmly and seriously and said, "Oh, are you nervous? Compared to that old ghost, you are still too young, but it is precisely for this reason that I choose to cooperate with you."
"We swear on the 'source essence' we each hold to guarantee that the other party will fulfill its promise. Although we can always break the contract at this point, it will also cause damage to the 'source essence', which is not worth the loss."
"Okay." Klein responded.
Then, under the witness of both parties, they swore on their own "source essence" and signed the contract.
Exhaling, Klein looked at the lamp god in front of him and said his first wish:
"Restore my state to the peak."
The lamp god did not speak, stretched out his hand and pulled the void in front of him, then said calmly: "Your wish has been fulfilled."
Klein nodded, he felt the abundant spirituality in his body and the returning spirit worm.
After feeling his own state, he looked at the lamp god and said his second wish:
"It should be within your ability to make an area in the spirit world corresponding to my utopia."
"No problem." The lamp god chuckled, and a vortex of chaos twisted on his golden figure.
At the same time, a colorful town suddenly appeared in the spirit world, and a series of puppet-like figures swayed in the spirit world city, seemingly real, but also illusory.
"Your wish has come true, don't forget your promise."
"I hope you can escape from the heir of 'God'. He is really not a good partner."
The lamp god's figure turned into a golden stream and shrank back into the gray fog. His words gradually became lower and lower until they disappeared.
"The successor of 'God' should refer to the 'True Creator'. No wonder I didn't find the problem with the outsider at that time. His normality was all imaginary."
Klein let out a long breath, shook his head and sighed:
"I don't know what kind of traps are waiting for me outside. I hope the emperor and others can make an effort to help me intercept for a while, at least so that I can take back the characteristics of Zaratul."
While talking to himself, he had already shattered the black cloak on his body and turned it into pure characteristics. The nine spiritual specialties and a glass bottle that he had already obtained from the Seven Lights of the Spirit World also flew out of the pile of debris spontaneously, revolving around him, and quickly merged into a complete bottle of Sequence 1 potion.
The things contained in the transparent glass bottle seemed dark and like the sea water at night, as light as air, and rippling with ripples.
Without any hesitation, Klein raised his head and drank the prepared potion.
In the palace hall at the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains, the Amon clones who were busy stealing Antigonus's characteristics and stopping Renekton paused in unison.
Antigonus, who had fallen into a deep sleep, showed signs of waking up. His instinct to resist became stronger, and his transparent and slippery tentacles slapped around him frantically, smashing Amon's clones into pieces one after another.
All the doors and windows of the palace reflected the bright starlight at the same time, outlining a strange key, connected to the illusory and abstract starry world.
Waves of illusory and complex information flowed in from the doors and windows, condensing into rays of light without any color, impacting each Amon with a purpose, bursting their heads with a large amount of complex and useless knowledge.
Almost at the same time, a deep and dark sea was reflected around, and every drop of water was like a light and shadow, as if representing a little consciousness, a brand.
Countless minds intertwined into a maze, intercepting the overwhelming influx of information, dispersing it into the depths of the heart, and dispersing it into every drop of water in the collective subconscious ocean.
The deep darkness descended silently, covering everything, revealing an indescribable silence and decay.
"Let there be light!"
A somewhat familiar voice echoed in the interaction between every mind and its subconscious ocean.
The bright and dazzling sunlight suddenly descended, illuminating every corner around, turning the surroundings into a dark-free kingdom without a trace of darkness, leaving no shadow, and allowing nothing to hide.
The "Goddess of Night" tried to exert influence, but failed under the interference of the "True Creator".
At this time, an Amon suddenly grinned, and fell into a silent sleep before his laughter came out.
At the same time, Antigonus, who was in eternal sleep, woke up, woke up!
The surrounding time and space were distorted, the light became dim, and the area where the palace was located was completely isolated from the outside world, even information could not be interacted with.
In the hall, only Antigonus who had woken up, a group of Amons in different costumes, and Renekton were left. Chapter 743 Chaos
Except for the one who fell into deep sleep, all the remaining Amons reached out and pressed the monocle on their right eye, turned sideways and looked at Renekton with a smile:
"I am not interested in stealing the characteristics and authority of Antigonus. That will only increase my burden. My goal has always been to wake him up, or kill him."
"Whichever it is, it can help him get rid of his current predicament and allow me to achieve my goal."
"In that case, you should stay together."
While speaking, Renekton's figure suddenly swelled up, and dark mist continued to flow out of his body. He grew one cold and distant eye after another, turning into a giant like a mountain.
With him, the palace that was pulled into the "mysterious realm" by Antigonus also swelled. The bright starlight invaded this space at some point, constantly converging and sinking, turning the deep and dark palace into an endless wilderness!
Amon, who remained in the form of a crow, looked around calmly, and asked with a tone that could not hide his curiosity:
"Interesting, you swapped the positions of the clone and the original body? What did you accomplish?"
As he spoke, his figure also expanded, turning into an image as big as a mountain, wearing a black ancient wizard robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color.
One by one, the clones around him turned into pale white streams and merged into his body again, replacing his power and pulling his own state to the highest level.
The changes in the surroundings made Antigonus, who had fallen into madness, regain some reason, and he spoke with some unfamiliarity and difficulty:
"Knowledge. Wilderness"
Neither Renekton nor Amon paid attention to the half-fool who had just emerged from his deep sleep.
In a subtle way, they also reached a consensus to kill Antigonus first, one to allow him to be reborn somewhere else and completely get rid of the "Goddess of Night", and the other to solve the partial consciousness of the resurrected Tianzun and press the coffin of Tianzun more tightly.
After a second of silent confrontation, Amon and Renekton turned around in tacit understanding and looked at Antigonus at the same time.
The extreme premonition of crisis instantly brought Antigonus back to his senses and resisted at the same time.
"I make a wish"
He paused before he finished his wish, and he forgot what he was going to say.
The next second, countless complex and useless knowledge burst out in his mind, as if to burst every spiritual worm on his body.
Antigonus' body exploded in an instant, turning into a deep and dark worm vortex composed of countless slippery tentacles.
Tentacles stretched out crazily, slapping Renekton and Amon.
At the same time, some tentacles stretched into the pores of history, dragging out three projections from history.
One of them had a beautiful face and looked like a female human, but two animal legs grew on his ribs and waist, covered with short, thick and hard black hair, and there were thin black bands around his body, which looked like tentacles extending out.
She is the daughter of the Destroyer Wolf, the sister of Antigonus, and the Mother of Heaven that the Kingdom of Night once believed in!
The other is a middle-aged man wearing a dark black robe, with facial features like those of a southern continent, and the "King of Hell" Salinger from the Destroyer Wolf God period!
The last one is a man in his thirties, with long brown hair, lines like a knife and an axe, hard and resolute lips, a high nose, and blue eyes full of madness and cruelty.
He is the angel king with the highest status and the strongest breath among the three historical projections, who has mastered two Sequence One Beyonder characteristics, and Alistair Tudor, the "Prince of Sequence Killing"!
As soon as these three figures were dragged out of the historical pores by the transparent and slippery tentacles, a bell sounded in the wilderness.
The indescribable invisible torrent seemed to come through the long history, instantly submerging the surroundings and stealing the maintenance time of the historical projection.
The figures of the Mother of Heaven, Salinger and Alistair Tudor disappeared as soon as they appeared!
Amon raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye, and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"Thousands of years have passed, and your methods are still the same. There is no progress at all."
"He has been dreaming for thousands of years. If there is still progress, then you are not facing Antigonus, but the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang."
Renekton replied casually. As he spoke, his figure became ethereal, as if he did not exist at all, and his own spiritual body line also became ethereal, breaking away from Antigonus' control.
After the state was restored, Renekton made each eye that grew around him condense one complex and illusory symbol after another.
At this moment, a terrifying information storm like a torrent was formed, which included Antigonus and Amon, and used the complex and useless knowledge to attack each spiritual worm and time worm, making it impossible for them to think and react effectively.
After Amon and Antigonus were briefly frozen, Renekton pushed his right hand, which was wearing a mechanical glove, forward, causing a dim, unclear, and colorless light to bloom around them, as if it was composed of a vast amount of illusory things. In the blink of an eye, these lights surrounded Amon and Antigonus, and quickly eroded their bodies, trying to reduce the substances in their bodies to the most basic particle structure.
The moment the dim light approached him, Amon reacted, stole his position in an instant, and disappeared on the spot.
He seemed to have been prepared for Renekton's means, and prepared a means to steal his own negative effects in advance.
Amon, whose figure reappeared in another direction not far away, reached out and grabbed Antigonus, once, twice, and three times.
Antigonus, who had just escaped the influence of the information storm, fell into a daze again. The ideas in his mind disappeared as soon as they appeared, so that he could only stand there in a daze without any reaction.
In less than two seconds, Antigonus' body was completely decomposed and turned into the most basic particle structure, and he lost his life.
An angel king who mastered the uniqueness, Antigonus, who was called half a fool, was killed in less than a minute after waking up!
With Antigonus temporarily offline, Renekton and Amon confronted each other again.
Amon turned his head to look at the eyes that had surrounded him tightly, and chuckled:
"We had a pleasant cooperation just now."
Renekton nodded, and then said: "But it ends here." As
soon as the voice fell, every eye around him lit up with a deep blue and purple brilliance, setting off an exaggerated and terrifying information storm around him.
As if it had gathered all the information and knowledge in the world, this information storm condensed into a substantial light, which was difficult to avoid and resist.
Amon raised his hand and pressed the monocle, and his body became ethereal, as if the concept of his own existence had been stolen. No matter how the information storm disturbed him, he could not touch him.
"I just have a new attempt."
Amon whispered with interest, and his figure decomposed into pale white light one after another, mixing into the disturbed information storm around him.
A kingdom of God full of "errors" appeared and covered the surroundings. It disguised itself as part of countless information and hid in the projected wilderness.
At this moment, Renekton felt that his control over information and knowledge had slipped, and he was slow and wrong.
"It's interesting. You are the embodiment of all mistakes."
"But the existence of such loopholes and mistakes is really annoying. The confusion and contradiction of logic refute the rigor of knowledge. I don't like it."
As he spoke, starlight continued to flow in his eyes, turning into various symbols, giving the abstract knowledge the power of substance.
The information storm around him became more and more terrifying, constantly separating and gathering, condensing into various forms:
illusory hats, strange balls of wool, burning matches, dark ancient horns, ancient styles, burning from the tip to the handle, one after another, and blood-red spears
bit by bit. They seemed to come alive, spontaneously locking onto the surrounding time worms that disguised themselves as information flows, and attacking them.
The illusory tearing sound suddenly echoed, and the silver-white light cut through the deep sky and illuminated the entire wilderness.
Silvery white electric snakes then leaped out, carrying a violent and destructive aura that seemed to be real, and densely chopped down, covering the wilderness projected by Renekton, and at the same time erupted a strong electromagnetic storm, destroying all information structures.
The wilderness evolved from information was shattered inch by inch in the silvery white lightning, and the besieged Amon also seized this opportunity to steal his position and way of existence through fraudulent rules and moved away from the Hornachis Mountains.
As Amon left, the silvery white lightning and floating starlight faded at the same time. On the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains, except for the disappearance of the original ancient and magnificent palace, everything else remained the same as before, as if nothing had changed.
In Utopia, the "God of Evil" Sua appeared here in pursuit of the breath of the "Mother Tree of Desire". Before He could make a move, the surroundings suddenly darkened. It was not the dimness of the disappearance of the light, but He was silently dragged into the shadow of order and lost all interaction with the real world.
The real utopia fell into a silent silence. Whether it was an outsider, Klein's secret doll, or the insects that existed here, they were all fixed in place, repelled and polluted by the underlying rules here.
A crow with black feathers suddenly fell from the roof. Transparent worms kept coming out of its eyes and mouth. They wanted to escape, but they could not overcome the suppression of the rules.
Silently, the crow's figure twisted and turned into an old man wearing a black robe with a hood and a long and dense white beard on his face.
Zaratul, the leader of the secret society, had his body and secret doll swapped positions! Chapter 744: The Secret Servant
Zaratul was confused for a moment, but soon realized what was going on, and then exchanged positions with his secret doll.
His figure was in a trance for a moment, and then reappeared in the original place.
The process of exchanging positions with the secret doll just now was distorted, and the destination was modified, and it returned to the starting point again.
"Roselle" Zaratul muttered in a low voice, and his figure disappeared directly, entering the mist of history.
Roselle, who has become a true god, is not someone he can contend with. The best way is to hide in the mist of history and wait for the outcome of the confrontation between the "true creator" and them.
Zaratul paused suddenly as his thoughts were flowing. He felt the breath of "Source Castle", which was stronger than last time and infinitely close to the true god.
The dangerous intuition of the "fortune teller" completely broke out at this moment. Without thinking, Zaratul quickly drilled deeper into the mist of history.
A secret history that only he knew was the best hiding place for him now.
Zaratul transformed into countless worms, rushing frantically towards a bright spot deep in the historical fog.
The moment He approached the historical spot, a Fulgrim dog covered with black hair, like a black cloak, ran out of the spot. It raised its head and roared, as if sending a signal.
Countless slippery tentacles stretched out from the surrounding historical fog, firmly blocking this piece of history.
Almost in the next second, a slowly rotating deep and dark worm vortex descended from behind Zaratul.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zaratul chose to escape from the historical fog and return to the utopia in reality.
"I make a wish: leave here."
The moment he returned to reality, Zaratul left the utopia by making a wish to himself and responding to himself.
In Sivelas County on the coast of the Sea of Break, Zaratul's figure appeared out of thin air in a dense bush.
Zaratul's face turned pale instantly. This was not the destination He had chosen. His wish was distorted.
Before He could react, a large amount of useless knowledge poured into His mind, causing every spiritual worm on His body to swell up, as if it would burst at any time.
In this state, His body became stiff, and His thoughts were dull, making it difficult for Him to think and move.
Klein, who had been waiting on the spot, turned into a dark and deep worm vortex, from which countless slippery tentacles stretched out.
The aggregation effect of the extraordinary characteristics was magnified to the extreme by him. Countless transparent spiritual worms drilled out of Zaratul's body, turning into gray-white light spots, and merged into the dark and deep worm vortex.
Whenever Zaratul wanted to resist, countless useless knowledge would pour into His mind, making it difficult for Him to even think of resisting.
In a few seconds, Zaratul's figure completely disappeared from this world.
At the same time, in the territories of North Intis, Loen, and Feysac near the Sea of Break, crows, fishermen, and sailors fell silently, and their bodies rotted rapidly, as if they had been dead for a long time.
After absorbing all the characteristics of Zaratul, the dark and deep worm vortex seemed to have indigestion, wriggling with difficulty and changing into various shapes.
The historical projection of Renekton on the side lost its support and disappeared instantly.
After more than ten minutes, the struggling worm vortex seemed to have finally regained its balance and re-condensed Klein's figure.
With unconcealed madness and indifference in his eyes, he glanced at the place where Zaratul disappeared and whispered to himself:
"Without a characteristic of 'miracle worker', it seems that He still has a backup plan for resurrection."
Then he looked in the direction of Utopia and returned directly to the gray fog. The Scepter of Poseidon flew into his hand spontaneously, emitting a clear light.
Above Utopia, silver-white lightning bolts sprang out of thin air, covering the entire city like a rainstorm. In less than a minute, this town on the coast of the Sea of Break was completely wiped out, as if it had never existed.
As for those outsiders who were brought to Utopia by him, he had sent them back to their original locations and erased their memories.
To the outside world, they just disappeared for a period of time and lost their memories of that time. There would be no other problems, except for Darrel, who was affected by the "True Creator". He has completely disappeared.
Putting down the Scepter of Poseidon, Klein sat back in the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool and let out a long breath. From the time everything happened to now, only ten minutes had passed.
Gathering his scattered thoughts, he had the energy to check his current status:
"Although I only have one characteristic of the 'Mysterious Servant', I have the blessing of the 'Source Castle'. Both in terms of status and strength, I have surpassed the angels of Sequence One and reached the level of the Angel King. Moreover, I am the top one, the Angel King among the Angel Kings." "I am at the same level as Sasriel back then, with two Sequence One Beyonder characteristics, plus the 'Source Essence' that I have mastered."
"In this state, I finally have some confidence to fight Amon."
He whispered to himself for a few words, and then he reached out and pulled out the historical projections of Renekton and Roselle from the historical pores, the historical projections before they became gods.
As soon as the historical projections appeared, Renekton and Roselle used their own methods to project their own consciousness over.
"It looks like you've succeeded."
Roselle looked at Klein, whose aura had become stronger and more indifferent, and nodded. Then he muttered to himself as if he was sighing,
"My guess was right. Although the Lamp God is locked in a lamp and has limited influence on the outside world, the power he can display still exceeds that of most Sequence One angels."
Klein nodded calmly, then asked casually, "You seem to have foreseen this?"
Roselle chuckled and nodded,
"The 'True Creator' didn't do much to cover up, and it's hard for us not to notice the coincidences and anomalies happening around us."
"Based on our respective purposes, we reached a tacit understanding without communication and focused on Antigonus, who was sealed by the 'Goddess of Night'. This is Zaratul's opportunity, and it's also yours."
Klein nodded with realization and said, "Because of the status of the Lamp God, he is a variable that the 'True Creator' cannot predict?"
After a pause, he asked, "What happened in the Honachis Mountains?"
Renekton leaned back, leaned against the back of his chair, and said calmly,
"To put it simply, Antigonus woke up, and then was killed. Now he has been reborn, and has gotten rid of his madness. He has hidden himself with his own characteristics and uniqueness."
"The next competition is between you and Amon, who can find him first and take away his uniqueness and the last 'Secret Servant' characteristics from him."
"You can go to 'Night' for help. He knows the most about the demon wolf, and he is also the 'Mother of Secrets'. There are very few secrets in this world that can be hidden from him."
"I understand." Klein sighed and nodded. Things have become more and more chaotic at this point. A 'Secret Servant' who wants to hide himself with all his strength will not be found so easily.
In Backlund, in the prayer hall of Saint Samuel Cathedral, after the exchange, Klein's figure appeared silently without attracting the attention of anyone around him.
He walked past the crowd and walked to the Holy Emblem of Night on the table at the front. He found an empty chair and sat down, praying in a low voice.
Unconsciously, the surroundings became unusually quiet. There was no sound of believers walking in the hall, nor were there whispered prayers. The air was filled with the smell of night vanilla and moon flowers.
Klein was touched and opened his eyes. Unknowingly, he had entered a dream and came to a vast grassland full of night vanilla and moon flowers.
Right in front of him stood a girl in a black classical long dress with the moon as her pillow. Her clothes were layered but not complicated, and were inlaid with dots of starlight, like the sky at midnight.
Her body was relatively vague, with signs of ripples. Her face seemed to be covered with layers of gauze, hazy but unusually beautiful.
Klein was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had seen the "Goddess of Night". Even if it was in a dream, at their level, dreams were not completely illusory.
Klein was still thinking about how to start when the soft and peaceful voice of the Goddess of Night began to echo:
"Antigonus has mastered the uniqueness of the Fool. In some ways, He is almost a god, able to travel through all kinds of real or conceptual gaps. Even I find it difficult to track down the secrets related to Him." "
After dying once, He got rid of the slumber I created, and also got rid of his own madness. This is not all bad for you."
"His characteristics are relatively safe now. He no longer has the will of the awakened Heavenly Lord and will no longer add to your burden, but you need to find Him, defeat Him, or persuade Him."
"Persuade." After repeatedly chewing on the words used by the Goddess of Night, Klein asked with some doubts:
"Are you saying that Antigonus might give up the fight for the Fool and the position of the Lord of Mysteries?"
The soft voice of the Goddess of Night echoed around:
"He is not a very ambitious person. Compared to the demon wolves in the past, He prefers quietness and likes to stay in his own secret city."
Klein nodded, and then continued to ask: "Where should I go to find Him? If I find Him, what should I do?"
The "Goddess of Night" replied very calmly:
"You are better than me at finding His traces."
"If you are sure you can find Him, go to Calderon City deep in the spirit world to get some water from the 'River of Everlasting Darkness'. I can create a solid enough dream to allow you to avoid the eyes of Amon and the 'True Creator' and negotiate and compete in your dreams." Chapter 745 Monday
It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. In the ancient palace above the gray fog that seemed to be the eternal residence of a giant, Klein had already sat in his seat. On the left side of the mottled long table were the projections of Renekton and Roselle that he had taken out from the historical pores.
Klein looked at Roselle speechlessly. The latter smiled at him and said with an expression that said,
"I was once a core member of the Twilight Hermits. Now I have switched to your Tarot Club. Shouldn't I be your guest of honor?"
"You just want to have fun."
Klein poked through Roselle's excuse expressionlessly, but he did not refuse. Anyway, there was already a guy sitting here as a spectator, so it would be fine to add another one.
"Pay attention to your image and don't scare them."
After warning Roselle, Klein spread his spirituality and pulled the members of the Tarot Club up together through the illusory stars above the gray fog.
Deep red light rose on both sides of the mottled long table, shrinking rapidly, condensing into blurred human figures.
Along with them, the "World" who sat at the bottom of the mottled long table also appeared. He appeared silently and sat there in silence and restraint. If you don't pay attention, you can easily ignore him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~"
"Justice" Audrey stood up first as usual and greeted the "Fool" who was at the top. During this process, she noticed some changes in the seats in the Tarot Club and a new member.
Mr. "White Tower" and the new member were moved to the edge and sat on the right side of Mr. "World". Is there any deep meaning in this? This is the first change of position in the Tarot Club. In addition, the sitting posture of this new member is very relaxed, even a little casual, giving people the feeling of lacking the necessary awe and respect.
Others in the Tarot Club also noticed the changes in the position of the Tarot Club and the new member. Members such as "Moon", "Sun", and "Star" just took a look and threw the change of position into their minds, concentrating on looking at the new member, while the remaining "Hermit", "Hanged Man", "Magician" and others thought more.
New member? Why do I feel familiar with him? Moreover, the intuition of the "Master of Prophecy" has produced a certain degree of early warning. The other party is extremely dangerous, even if it is just observation. "Hermit" Cattleya lowered her head and only glanced at the new member with her peripheral vision.
Noticing the gazes of the members of the Tarot Club, Klein leaned back leisurely, raised his hand in the direction of Roselle and said:
"This is the 'Emperor'."
The members of the Tarot Club nodded to the new member "Emperor" Roselle. After greeting Mr. "Fool", they greeted each other and said their code names before entering the formal part of the Tarot Club.
The members of the Tarot Club looked at each other, and no one spoke first. It seemed that as the sequence was improved, everyone no longer had most needs.
After a short silence, Audrey, the "Justice", raised her hand and said,
"Everyone, does anyone know the formula for the 'Dream Weaver' potion, or have relevant clues? Well, there is no rush."
"I also need a heart of a dream catcher, a crystal of a mind phantom, or a complete brain of an adult mind dragon."
The latter is the main material of the "Dream Walker", which she prepared for Susie. Of course, she is not in a hurry for this. Susie's 'Hypnotist' potion has not been fully digested. As a dog, it lacks the necessary opportunity to play.
Renekton raised his hand and responded to the needs raised by Audrey, the "Justice":
"I can help you ask, if He is willing to separate the extra characteristics."
He? As the thought of knowing an angel in the spiritual realm came to Mr. White Tower, Audrey Justice smiled and nodded politely, saying, "Okay, thank you."
As the demand initiated by Audrey Justice ended, the Tarot Club fell into a brief silence again. Then Klein controlled his trumpet "World" and raised his hand and said,
"Everyone, I have a commission, a commission for everyone."
Hugh Judgment, who had been short of money recently, immediately asked, "What commission?"
"Collect information near you and help me pay attention to whether there are large-scale disappearances or deaths of insects, crows, or even homeless people in a certain area. These creatures that are usually not paid attention to by people."
"Once discovered, do not investigate, stay away immediately, and pray to Mr. Fool to tell me the specific situation."
"You can also assign this task to the forces under your command, but be careful not to make it public and do not leak the news."
"World" German Sparrow described his needs in detail. After listening to his story, everyone except Renekton and Roselle fell into a brief confusion.
Cattleya, the Hermit, and Anderson, the Chariot, who had some knowledge of the "Fortune Teller" path, thought of something at the same time. They almost simultaneously looked at the "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table and said in shock in unnatural sync:
"Are you tracking Zaratul? Or other high-ranking members of the Secret Order?" "World" Gehrman Sparrow shook his head slowly and said,
"Neither. Zaratul has fallen. Although He has a high probability of resurrecting, He is unlikely to appear again in a short period of time."
"I am looking for Antigonus, the angel king who was active in the Fourth Epoch. He has escaped from the seal and got rid of madness after dying once. Now He has left the Kingdom of Night and I don't know where He is hiding."
"This commission may be very dangerous. Antigonus is a Sequence One of the 'Fortune Teller' Path. He has an extremely sharp intuition. If you are worried about safety issues, you can give up this commission."
Zaratul is dead? If I remember correctly, Zaratul is already a Sequence One angel, and He died silently. "Hermit" Cattleya widened her eyes slightly, feeling a little caught off guard by this news.
After calming down, she began to think about the truth about Zaratul's death:
Perhaps, the battle took place in an area that I could not see, or perhaps, Mr. Fool took action himself and ended the battle so quickly that no one made any noise and no one noticed.
If this is true, does it mean that Mr. Fool has recovered to the level of a true god?
As thoughts floated around, Cattleya lowered her head, but couldn't help wanting to see the reaction of Mr. Fool at the top.
Audrey the Justice noticed Cattleya the Hermit's reaction, followed her gaze, and looked thoughtfully at Mr. Fool, who was shrouded in gray fog. Thoughts spread out in her mind, and finally she looked at the World at the bottom, and nodded gently, saying,
"I can try it. I can use the collective subconscious sea to observe from the side whether there are any abnormalities in the area around me."
Derrick the Sun followed closely and nodded, saying, "I will also try to find out whether there are such abnormalities around me."
Emlyn the Moon thought and said,
"I can also try. As the darling of the moon, our blood race is more sensitive to the changes in the surrounding life."
"Even if the surviving Angel King from the Fourth Epoch finds something, he will just leave quietly and won't do anything to me. Life belongs to the domain of the Mother Goddess. It is normal for me to observe these things."
As Emlyn the Moon finished speaking, the other members of the Tarot Club also took on this task for their own reasons.
After a short silence, Klein the Fool announced the start of the free exchange session.
"Warrior" Anderson said eagerly, "Everyone, if I want to hunt a 'War Bishop', what suggestions do you have?"
Suggestions? Suggestions: Silence the other party, otherwise you may have to have an uncivilized quarrel before the battle. Klein sat back in the high-backed chair at the top and continued the conversation in a sarcastic way in his mind. The rich psychological activities helped him maintain a delicate mental balance.
The new member "Emperor" Roselle, who had remained silent, took the topic with great interest and said,
"You can go hunt those lunatics of the Iron Blood Knights. It just so happens that the defeat of Intis some time ago also dealt a big blow to them."
"Under the instigation and influence of Medici Soren Einhorn, they have already broken away from the belief in the 'True Creator'. There will be no danger for you to hunt them, of course, provided that you can beat them."
"Medici Soren Einhorn" Anderson chewed on this solemn name, his face a little strange for a moment.
An Angel King active on the ground is often more dangerous than the gods who are high above. If you provoke them, they will really appear in front of you to deal with you. However, I am only a Sequence 4 "Iron-Blooded Knight". It should not be the case that an Angel King will personally take action.
As his thoughts floated, he turned his head to look at "Emperor" Roselle and asked in a deep voice:
"Are there any enemies or people you dislike among the Iron-Blooded Knights?"
"They are not worthy." Roselle snorted disdainfully.
Confident, or arrogant? The identity of this "Emperor" seems to be very unusual. Hearing this, "Hanged Man" Alger turned his head again to look at "Emperor" Roselle, who was several positions away from him.
Roselle's answer made Anderson stunned for a moment. He originally thought that if the other party could give a specific answer, he could reach a certain cooperation with the other party and add some extra helpers for himself.
Since "Chariot" Anderson did not know much information now, after a brief discussion, everyone ended this topic.