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Chapter 491 The Dream of the Ancient Sun God

The expression on Anderson's face seemed quite tangled. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said:

"You are really like a seducing devil."

"Which being do you think I should pray to?"

Renekton chuckled and said:

"Try them all. You choose whoever responds. It's just a transaction. Whether you believe in it or not is your own business. No one will care."

Anderson grinned and said, "Then it was discovered that I didn't pray sincerely, and the bad luck on my body doubled?"

Before he could say the next words, the bright sunshine at noon suddenly disappeared, the sky suddenly darkened, and another dark night came.

The original topic of exchange ended here. The two of them returned to their rooms, lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

In a daze, Renekton's thoughts gradually became clearer. When he finally regained consciousness, he returned to the depths of the temple and was standing side by side in front of the wooden door with Anderson.

Renekton stared at the wooden door in front of him for a while, then reached out and turned the door handle. With a squeaking sound, the wooden door was pushed open a gap.

There was something dark and dark on the other side of the door, making it hard to see clearly. You could just barely make out some fragmented light spots floating in the air, and an extremely crazy and extremely twisted aura came through from behind the gap.

"What are you going to do?" Anderson stepped back continuously. The thing behind the door gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. It seemed that as long as it had a trace of breath, he would fall into complete madness and lose control.

Renekton looked back at Anderson, who was alert behind him, and said in a calm voice:

"To explore the most dangerous dreamland here, you can return to the mural hall first."

"By the way, let me give you a prophecy. The most deadly dangers are often hidden in the most ordinary life."

"What do you mean?" Anderson asked in surprise.

Renekton chuckled and said, "It means that when you leave this sea area and return to the normal world, the price of your misfortune will explode in a more complicated and silent way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the dream world behind the wooden door. As he entered, the wooden door began to close slowly and spontaneously.

Anderson raised his hand forward and murmured:

"I thought you were talking about the fact that I drank fake wine on the Future and almost turned myself into a fool."

"After I leave this sea of ​​ruins, my bad luck will erupt more quietly? How else can it erupt? Will all the wine I drink in the future turn into fake wine?"

After muttering for a while, Anderson turned back to the hall full of gorgeous murals outside the temple. He lost the company of a demigod. The act of exploring this dreamland would become extremely dangerous. It was better to stay in the already determined safe zone. good.

Behind the wooden door, in the dream left by the ancient sun god before his death.

Everything here is chaotic, no matter space or time, pure white light floods everything.

In this pure whiteness that drowns everything, there are countless turbulent malices flowing, sometimes turning into a blade condensed with pure death to cut down, sometimes turning into extremely peaceful wolf claws, sometimes turning into countless limbs entwined with each other. sarcoma

After standing in silence for two seconds, Renekton turned and looked behind him. The door he originally entered through had disappeared, leaving only pure white.

The next moment, the surrounding lights and shadows shook violently, as if they were stimulated by something. This dream that was considered a nightmare showed signs of waking up soon.

The already extremely chaotic and crazy dream began to disintegrate piece by piece, and countless lights and shadows were flowing, forming a huge light and shadow that seemed to be able to support the heaven and earth.

There was obviously no sound around him, but hot blood flowed out of Renekton's ears. Even if his eyes were closed, the surrounding pictures could still be transmitted to his mind.

As the huge light and shadow emerged, the extremely twisted and evil auras around them began to gather and take shape. They included ferocious dragons, monsters with smooth tentacles and bird feathers, and ferocious monsters with eight arms. Twisted demon wolves, tall flaming giants, evil suns wreathed in countless flames, huge monsters made of various pieces of meat and plants, and a giant snake with a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out from behind.

The twisted and terrifying monster infected the entire dream like a virus, fighting with the huge light and shadow that seemed to be able to open up the world. The entire dream seemed to be destroyed over and over again, and reshaped again and again.

There seems to be no concept of time in this dream. Renekton can only passively watch the huge light and shadow die again and again, being eaten by many monsters.

With each experience, his spirit weakened a little.

This is completely different from the situation described by Bernadette. The chain reaction caused by the spiritual imprint of the true Creator? The thoughts in my mind should be floating, and the ultimate sense of danger suddenly swept through my body.

A giant snake covered with huge greenish-black scales, with white feathers sprouting from the gaps, suddenly fell down.

Each feather and each scale on its body has strange symbols of different shapes. Pale flames are burning in its eye sockets. It is cold and dead, and it is like death itself.

Stars appeared one after another around Renekton, densely packed and dazzling, but they quickly became dim and disappeared into little light blue debris.

At the moment when the giant snake with exaggerated wings was about to crash down on him, countless iron-black lights erupted like a tide. They poured out from the depths of Renekton's spiritual body, carrying undisguised malice and madness, and quickly Swallowed this entire dream.

The originally pure white dreamland turned pitch black, and those ferocious and terrifying monsters seemed to have fallen into a deep quagmire, making it difficult to escape for a while.

This was a spiritual imprint that Renekton had left on him after communicating with the true creator through the air during this period. It was not only to facilitate the exploration of this dreamland, but also to help him open the passage to the land abandoned by the gods.

"...I'm dead." A hoarse and deep voice echoed directly in Renekton's mind.

Following his spiritual intuition, he opened his eyes and looked in the direction behind him. A man with fair skin was standing there at a loss, with unconcealed fear and relief in his eyes. There was obviously no light around him, but his figure was very clear.

He is wearing a black clergy robe, with a silver cross hanging on his chest. His hair is not long and is mainly jet black, but the roots show a light yellowish-golden color. His eyes are pure gold and his skin is whiter. , with a deep outline, quite similar to those from the Northern Continent.

Renekton looked at the other person briefly and asked in surprise: "Are you awake?"

"Awake? No, I'm just dreaming." The voice of the man wearing clergy robes opposite seemed extremely calm. After a slight pause, he continued:

"The incomplete spiritual mark from me that you carry allows me to temporarily regain a little bit of myself, but this cannot last long, and I will soon fall into an eternal nightmare again."

While speaking, a tiny ray of light emerged from the darkness. He held it in his hand, handed it to Renekton and said:

"I hope that in the future I will be dominated by humanity, not divinity."

Without waiting for Renekton to reply, the surrounding darkness began to fade away, and pieces of broken light spots reappeared. They engulfed everything and purified everything.

The figure wearing black clergy robes had cracks on its skin, and countless blazing white lights surged out of his body. His figure quickly enlarged and grew taller, and once again turned into the huge light and shadow that seemed to be able to support the heaven and earth.

The tiny ray of light he handed to Renekton swam and fell into Renekton's hand.

The next moment, his figure disappeared into this dreamland.

Renekton only felt that his consciousness was briefly blurred for a moment. When he came to his senses again, he had arrived on a dark reef. Less than 10 nautical miles away from the reef, there was a towering mountain peak.

It was a mountain peak covered with countless magnificent and exaggeratedly huge palaces, towers and city walls. On the back of the mountain peak was a piece of solidified sunset, spreading the colors of dusk onto the mountain peak where the city was located.

Further on the mountain peak, where the naked eye could not see, a line of sight that revealed madness and a strong sense of oppression was cast over.

Just by watching, Renekton felt like he was about to passively leave the collective dream.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. The dazzling sunlight illuminated the surroundings brightly, and Renekton once again emerged from his dream.

Getting up from the bed, he walked to the window and looked at the deeper parts of the sea. He could vaguely grasp where the passage to the God's Abandoned Land was opened.

After looking back at the room and confirming that there was nothing to pack, he withdrew his gaze. His body instantly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless starlights. The statue instantly shattered and turned into dots of surging starlight.

These starlights spread out, penetrated into the gaps in the cabin, and rushed deeper into the sea.

In the captain's room, Cattleya stood in front of the window of the captain's room, looking at the sea that was illuminated by the midday sun like a golden flame, feeling a little lost.

She suddenly felt something and glanced sideways in the direction of Renekton's room, then quickly looked away.

Deep in this sea area, there is a small island made of countless gray and white marbles without any life.

Pieces of starlight emerged from the spiritual world and reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

As soon as the figure solidified, a subtle light separated from his body and disappeared into the sea ahead.

Under the midday sun, it seemed as if a golden flame froze on the dancing sea surface for a moment, and then the sea water began to sink along a straight line.

It becomes deeper and deeper, wider and wider, until a straight chasm is formed, and the sound of rushing water appears noisy and rhythmic.

The water on both sides fell down like a waterfall until it submerged into the bottomless darkness.

Renekton walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, glanced into the depths of the bottomless trench, then opened his hands, looked up at the golden sky above his head, and jumped down as if embracing the sun.

The falling process is accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness, which makes people's heartbeat speed up unconsciously, until the brain feels dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

When the dizziness passed and his brain became clear again, Renekton found himself standing on the edge of a cliff, with the sound of waves rolling behind him constantly. With the lightning that fell from time to time in the sky, he could barely see clearly. surrounding environment.

"This lightning frequency, according to Little Sun and others, should be at night."

After muttering in a low voice, Renekton reached out from the shadows beneath him and took out a fist-sized crystal ball.

With the infusion of spirituality, the crystal ball covered with a layer of water mist from the inside quickly became transparent and bright. Pure light blue stars swayed out from the crystal ball, and the soft light quickly dispersed the surrounding darkness.

After solving the problem of the light source, Renekton began to look around. From time to time, a silvery white electric light fell down, allowing him to clearly see the things around him:

Exaggeratedly huge palaces, towers and city walls stand row upon row on the mountain peaks, looking majestic and ancient, with an obvious alien aesthetic.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 492 The Land Abandoned by God

After the "Future" sailed for nearly an hour on the ocean that evolved from the ruins of the God War, thin, ethereal singing began to appear around it, seeming to come from far away along with the waves.

Mermaid? Finally found it. An idea flashed through Klein's mind. Although he hadn't had time to do divination yet, he intuitively believed that this was the song that belonged to the mermaid.

He quickly returned to his room, followed the scheduled procedure and took out Azik's copper whistle and the origami crane folded by Will Asceptin, then entered the bathroom, walked four steps backwards and entered above the gray fog, doing the final confirm.

On the deck of the "Future", the magic signs and symbols painted on the ship's hull have been lit up in distinct layers, exuding misty starlight, forming a sea of ​​stars, minimizing the impact of the mermaid's singing. .

Anderson leaned in the shadows next to the cabin, wary of accidents that might happen at any time due to his bad luck, and wondering whether he should pray to the unknown existence.

Whether it is praying for help or a reminder, once the name is recited, it means that the two parties have established a connection, and those high-ranking beings can exert influence on me at any time.

It would be fine if it were a relatively friendly being like the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. If I were as violent as the Lord of Storms, I might explode on the spot or lose control. But if I don't resolve my misfortune as soon as possible, I might not survive to get ashore. .

Sighing in his heart, Anderson held his head in his hands, looking like he didn't want to think anymore.

Deng Deng stare!

Klein walked quickly past the side and went straight to the ship's side on the right side, where there was a small boat fixed to the side by ropes.

Anderson looked curiously at Klein, who was moving quickly and looking a little eager. The thoughts in his mind couldn't help but spread:

From this look, he doesn't look like he's going to hunt a mermaid, so why is he looking for a mermaid? Some necessary ritual? What is it about mermaids that constitutes ritual, their song?

This is a bit incompatible with demigods. At most, it is a ceremony to be promoted to Sequence Five. In other words, this crazy adventurer was only a Sequence Six Beyonder before, including now?

"As expected of the crazy Gehrman Sparrow, Sequence Six dared to assassinate a pirate general on his flagship, and he almost succeeded."

Anderson twitched the corner of his mouth and said half-complaining and half-exclamation.

Klein, who drove the boat away from the Future, endured the numbness all over his body caused by the mermaid singer and used a spell.

The sudden strong wind pushed the boat closer to the direction where the mermaid was singing.

As the singing in his ears gets louder, it's as if the mermaid is singing quietly in his ears. Every melody makes people intoxicated and yearning.

Relying on the spell that allows sea creatures to get close to the user, Klein successfully approached several mermaids singing gracefully on the rocks.

He quickly took out the completely black bottle of "Secret Puppet Master" potion from his pocket, which seemed to have countless tiny insects that could not be seen clearly with the naked eye swimming around rapidly.

In the melodious singing of the mermaid, I drank the slightly bitter and stale potion of 'Marine Master'.

His thoughts began to slow down, and his body gradually became stiff and numb.

I don't know how much time passed before Klein opened his eyes again and his body had completely returned to normal.

"Finally. Sequence Five!"

A place abandoned by God.

Renekton walked along the abandoned road east of the King's Court of Giants for an unknown amount of time, and finally some ruins of buildings appeared in his field of vision.

"Little Sun and the others are preparing to explore Afternoon Town. If I keep walking, I should be able to see them. Do you want to meet them?"

Renekton looked at the silvery white lightning flashing across the sky from time to time, whispered to himself thoughtfully, and then continued to walk forward.

After walking a certain distance, he suddenly stopped and stared deeply ahead, his eyes obviously losing focus and looking confused.

After determining through prophecy which way to go next and how to avoid possible dangers, his body instantly became transparent and shattered, turning into bits of surging bright starlight, rushing forward.

It wasn't until the frequency of lightning in the sky gradually increased that he slowed down his progress.

With the help of lightning that illuminated the darkness, he finally saw the town ahead clearly. It was built on the mountain and was not small in size. It was comparable to a small city in the northern continent.

The houses here are made of gray stones from nearby mountains. Some are hollowed out and are nearly ten meters high, while others are similar to normal houses.

These buildings are compactly arranged and appear to be very orderly. Some have collapsed, while others are still standing strong, but they are all stained with traces of decay.

Renekton walked slowly and slowly on the street, surrounded by traces of rotten flesh and dried pus. It was quiet, except for the sound of his walking, there was no sound around him.

Someone has already cleaned it up here. As soon as his thoughts floated around, his inspiration was triggered.

His body was instantly transparent, and a hurricane composed of countless morning rays of light suddenly erupted from the side and behind, and the dense rays of light were like sharp arrows.

The light of the morning light shattered the already transparent Renekton, turning it into a pile of silver-white foam that quickly burst and dissipated.

The next moment, his figure emerged on the other side of the street, and his eyes fell on the surface of the ten-meter-high boulder house not far away, where a transparent face grew.

This face is full of cracks, and they spiral toward the center regularly, forming a vortex-like mouth. The morning storm just erupted from here.

Renekton raised his hand and formed an ancient-style spear, with blobs and blobs and dots of dark red blood burning from the tip to the handle.

The spear came out of the hand at the moment it was condensed and formed, dragging a dark red stream of light in the air, and in an instant it disappeared into the face on the surface of the huge stone house.

The transparent face didn't even let out a complete scream before it shattered into countless tiny stones and quickly evaporated.

After dealing with the monster that suddenly appeared, Renekton walked towards the huge stone house where the transparent face had just appeared. The door to the house should have been closed originally, but due to years of disrepair, the door panel made of boulders was crumbling, and there was a gap in the middle that could accommodate two normal-sized humans.

Renekton used the light blue starlight emitted by the crystal ball in his hand to fully see the furnishings in the room.

There is not much furniture here, or not much furniture can still be preserved. Most of them are seats, beds and altars made of huge stones. They were all very tall, and for the first time Renekton had the feeling of a kitten or puppy looking up at humans and houses.

After looking around for a while, he walked to the right side. On the wall where the transparent face appeared just now, bright spots like the morning sun were slowly gathering.

Renekton's free right hand condensed a chess piece as clear as white jade from mid-air, and slowly pressed it in front of him.

The slowly converging light spots in front suddenly seemed to be accelerated, and they quickly converged inward. Within a few seconds, they condensed into a fist-sized vertical eye that was constantly flashing with the light of morning light.

"Dawn Rider."

He murmured in a low voice, and then picked up the aggregated features on the ground.

In the next period of time, Renekton spent the entire afternoon walking around the town. Through the analysis of the Secret Eye, he could almost restore the once glorious appearance of this place in his mind.

Walking slowly on the decayed gray stone ground, the crystal ball Renekton held in his left hand burst out with bright but not dazzling light, reflecting a starry sky that continued to spread outwards, and did not stop until it swallowed up the entire afternoon town.

Under the illumination of the light, the sense of dilapidation and decay around them quickly faded away, and the collapsed houses were restored to their integrity. tall and blurry figures were walking on the surrounding streets. The shortest among them was nearly two meters tall, and the tallest was completely It's a little giant of about four or five meters.

The darkness that shrouded everything was quickly replaced by the dusk of the setting sun, and the sky was a frozen dusk that tilted toward the evening. The golden light sprinkled on the buildings of the town, making everything look particularly harmonious.

Renekton walked slowly in the half-truth and half-false world he had constructed, re-editing some details that he had not noticed.

"Without information on food, clothing, language and customs, the fantasy created is not realistic enough."

With a low sigh, Renekton stopped in the square in the center of the town. In the center of the square, there was a huge gray stone statue carrying a cross.

Renekton raised his hand forward and turned his wrist slightly towards the huge gray stone statue.

The surrounding light seemed to be distorted, and the colors flickered for a few breaths. When everything returned to calm, the huge gray stone statue carrying the cross was replaced by a figure wearing a hooded robe, covering his face, holding a lantern in his left hand. Image of holding a cane in the right hand.

There seemed to be flames dancing in the lantern held high in its left hand, emitting a dim yellow halo. Viewed from a distance, it coincided with the dusk fixed in the sky, just like the setting sun.

Renekton retreated to the edge of the square, carefully looked at the huge gray stone statue that he had modified for a moment, pulled the corner of his mouth and chuckled:

"It seems I have some artistic talent."

The figure flashed for a moment, and the next moment, he appeared on the lantern held high in the left hand of the huge gray stone statue, staring down at this half-truth and half-false fantasy.

After looking at the "Afternoon Town" in the fantasy world for a moment, he looked away and couldn't help but sigh:

"If you look carefully, it's still too fake."

"Constructing a complete real world through abstract and illusory knowledge, the 'hermit's' godhood ceremony is also quite outrageous."

"If you want to be truly real, you have to interact with the real world, just like Klein's 'Utopia', but building a complete world requires much more work than 'Utopia'."

"This is not only the ceremony for the 'hermit' to become a god, but also the 'hermit''s divine kingdom. This is a step that I cannot skip even if I rely on my own specialness."

While sighing, his eyes noticed that at the eastern end of the afternoon town, someone broke into the illusion he had woven.

Colin Iliad, the chief of Silver City, who was carrying two swords, suddenly stopped and stared at the surroundings with vigilance. He put one hand on the belt divided into many compartments around his waist, and touched his back with one hand. A straight sword carried on the back.

The members of the exploration team following Colin Iliad were a little confused. In their eyes, there was nothing strange around them, but the chief suddenly became vigilant. They did not ask the reason for the vigilance, but immediately raised the alarm. Alert and ready for battle.

While Colin Iliad remained vigilant, he glanced behind him from the corner of his eye and found no members of the exploration team.

Did I leave the team? The previous exploration team has not encountered a situation. Is this an illusion created by the newly arrived monster?

While thinking in his mind, Colin stepped back slightly, wanting to test some of the mechanisms of this illusion.

As soon as he took a step back, the bustling town that was originally shrouded in the dusk light instantly turned into a group of decaying and dilapidated buildings shrouded in darkness.

"Huh?" Colin's eyes darkened, and a dark green complex symbol appeared in his left and right eyes. With the help of frequent lightning, he looked at the town in front of him again.

"Your Excellency, Chief?" Derrick asked tentatively.

Colin turned around when he heard the sound, his eyes swept over each member of the exploration team, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Renovations are suspended. There were some changes in the town in the afternoon."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 493 Communication

".misfortune?"

Derrick looked at the afternoon town in front of him with confusion. He didn't see anything strange. It looked no different from the dilapidated towns he had explored before, and he didn't feel any unusual atmosphere.

Before he could retract his gaze, the dilapidated ruins in front of him were pulled down like a dark and decaying curtain, revealing the bustling "Afternoon Town" behind it shrouded in dim light.

"This"

"This is?"

"Is this what the general textbook describes as 'daytime'?"

The sudden change in front of them triggered a discussion among the Silver City exploration team. As they spoke, they also tightened the weapons in their hands, watching the changes ahead with vigilance, and watching the people standing on the edge of the street in "Afternoon Town". That figure was wearing strange clothes and had a relatively short stature. Of course, this was just the short stature in the eyes of everyone in Silver City.

The next moment, they saw the man standing on the edge of "Afternoon Town" speak. The man spoke a language they didn't understand, but he could make them understand what he wanted to express:

"Fortunately, I prepared some spells to understand the language in advance."

"My experiments seem to have affected your exploration?"

"I'm very sorry. I will remove this illusion when I have perfected it. Well, if possible, can I ask you to provide some help. I don't know much about the past of this continent. The illusion I created is also There are many loopholes for which I can pay you, the information you need, or potion ingredients and recipes."

Colin, who is the chief of Silver City and the leader of this exploration team, did not reply immediately. He knew clearly that some monsters could create horrific effects through twisted language.

The members of the exploration team standing behind Colin also looked at the sudden appearance of this strange man with vigilance. For a moment, except for the sound of lightning in the sky, there was no sound.

Derrick, who was standing in the center of the exploration team, frowned slightly and looked at the figure standing on the edge of Afternoon Town. He always felt that the other person was somewhat familiar.

Have I seen him? Impossible, I don't know anyone outside of Silver City at all, and he is definitely not from Silver City, so such a height is impossible.

Seeing that no one spoke, Renekton sighed helplessly and waved behind him. A crystal ball with twinkling stars inside flew into his hand.

The starlight in the crystal ball quickly converged, and the "Afternoon Town" that was originally shrouded in the light of dusk quickly lost its color, became withered, dilapidated, and lost its vitality. The buildings also collapsed and returned to their original appearance.

After lifting the illusion that enveloped Afternoon Town, Renekton looked across at Silver City Chief Colin Iliad, who was standing at the front with gray hair and heavy decree lines. He smiled and said:

"Can you communicate with me now? As a 'demon hunter', you should be able to easily tell whether I have malicious intentions."

"Besides, I'm stronger than all of you here combined, aren't I? You have no room to resist whatever I want to do to you. 'Titans' above sequence five are just more resistant to beatings."

Perhaps it was Renekton's too straightforward words that made everyone in the Silver City exploration team look unhappy.

Derrick, who holds the Hurricane Ax in his hand, has two miniature suns "contained" in his eyes. His vision is particularly clear in the dark environment.

Opposite him, Renekton, standing on the edge of the street in Afternoon Town, holding a crystal ball emitting light blue fluorescence, always gave him a familiar feeling. In his mind, the figures of the Tarot Club members emerged one by one. After that, we finally stopped at the 'White Tower'.

Really similar! Mr. "White Tower" has come to the land abandoned by God? But I haven't heard him mention it. Should I ask the other party now, or should I wait until the next tarot meeting to confirm with Mr. "White Tower"?

While Derrick was thinking, Chief Colin, who was standing at the front, had already spoken in a deep voice:

"Are you from the outside world?"

Renekton nodded calmly and said:

"Yes, on the sea to the west of the Giant King's Court, there is a sea of ​​ruins where the ruins of the God War have evolved. From there, you can enter the Land Abandoned by the Gods."

".A place abandoned by God?" Colin murmured in a deep voice, and then asked:

"In other words, as long as you cross the Giant King's Court, you can leave here through the sea of ​​ruins and enter the outside world?"

All the members of the Silver City exploration team looked at Renekton, with some expectation in their eyes. Even if they didn't believe this sudden appearance, they already wanted to get a definite answer. At least, it showed that their efforts were right.

Renekton shook his head lightly and said:

"No, it's one-way. You can only enter, not go out."

Colin had no expression on his face. He just tightened his right hand holding the straight sword tightly and asked in a deep voice:

"Then you don't plan to leave?"

"Being an angel, I naturally have the ability to leave here, make mistakes, and take advantage of mistakes. Amon is not the only one who can do this."

After a pause, without giving Colin a chance to continue asking questions, Renekton continued:

"You want to ask if there is a way to get the entire Silver City out of the land abandoned by the gods?"

"Of course there is, it's in the place you plan to explore, but with your Silver City's current strength, it's not enough to explore there."

The face of Chief Colin of Silver City suddenly became serious. The straight sword he held tightly in his hand reflected a sharp light like the dawn piercing the darkness. His eyes were tightly locked on Renekton. If anything went wrong, he would Take action directly, even if the other party shows no direct malice, even if the other party is probably stronger than you.

"Are you Mr. White Tower?" Behind Colin, Derrick suddenly asked loudly. His voice was a little nervous and still had the childishness of a boy who had not completely shed it.

Renekton looked past Colin and locked onto Derrick, who was in the center of the crowd behind him. He had brown hair and was tall, nearly 1 meters tall.

His eyes stayed on Derrick for a while, and Renekton suddenly chuckled:

"Congratulations, you got the answer right! But there is no reward." Derrick didn't pay attention to the vigilance of the members of the surrounding exploration team and the sudden distance between him. He looked at Renekton with some doubts and asked curiously:

"Mr. White Tower, why did you come to the Land Abandoned by the Gods?"

"Looking for opportunities to be promoted to 'Sage', and also looking for some high-level characteristics of the 'Perfection' path. In the outside world, most of the characteristics of this path are controlled by the Church of Steam. I can only put my hope here, isolated from the outside world. "

Renekton briefly explained, looked at Colin who was still wary of him, chuckled and said:

"I have cleaned up the remaining monsters in the town this afternoon. If you are not afraid of me, you can stay inside or explore. At least it is much safer than sleeping in the wilderness."

"I won't stay here for long. I will leave when I complete the illusion."

After speaking, Renekton turned around and walked deeper into Afternoon Town before anyone in Silver City could give a reply.

Colin kept staring at Renekton's back until he completely disappeared from his sight, then he turned to look at Derrick, who was surrounded by the exploration team vigilantly.

Looking at Derrick who looked a little flustered and at a loss due to everyone's isolation and vigilance, Colin sighed softly and said in a deep voice:

"Derrick, how much do you know about Mr. White Tower? Do you think he will pose a danger to us and Silver City?"

"Your Excellency, I."

Derrick lowered his head, as if he was struggling with how to answer.

After pondering for a moment, he recounted the information that did not involve Mr. Fool, and finally described his observations and understanding of the "White Tower" during the Tarot meeting.

Colin nodded lightly and said without much hesitation:

"Let's go into Afternoon Town and continue this exploration mission."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and entered the afternoon town.

Walking on the dilapidated and decaying streets, he was alert to his surroundings and explained in a hoarse voice:

"A saint who is preparing to be promoted to an angel must have corresponding characteristics. Whether it exists in the form of a magical item or a polymerized characteristic, this means that to some extent, he can temporarily perform the role of an angel. The power of layers."

"Just like what Mr. White Tower said, he is more powerful than our exploration team combined. Before he shows any malicious intent, we can believe him for the time being. Of course, we cannot let go of our due vigilance. "

"Don't leave the team during this period, you can slow down the exploration speed."

After walking on the streets of the afternoon town for a long time, they did not encounter any monster attacks. It seemed that the monsters in this area had really been cleared away.

A ray of silver lightning flashed across, and stars suddenly flashed around, becoming more and more dense, swimming around with a strange rhythm, and outlining light blue lines around the abandoned afternoon town.

Under the alert and uneasy gazes of everyone in Silver City, the starlight gradually became bright and hazy, and soon reflected the colors of dusk. The originally dilapidated and stale afternoon town became brand new and lively at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There were tall and shadowy figures appearing on the surrounding streets. Their faces and clothes were blurred, and the items sold by the surrounding shops and vendors were also clear and blurry.

As everyone in Silver City looked at it, the blurred areas around them gradually became clearer, becoming closer to the images that subconsciously flashed and completed in their minds.

Colin's eyes darkened, and he had noticed these changes around him from the beginning.

He looked around, then took out a bottle of light green ointment from the belt divided into many small compartments around his waist, and applied it to the straight sword.

The silver-white sharp straight sword was inserted into the street paved with gray and white stones under his feet. The silver-white light burst out like the morning sun, sweeping away the surrounding streets, houses, and people one by one.

Everywhere swept by the morning light revealed a cold and indifferent eye containing countless stars.

These cold eyes stared at the people in Silver City without a trace of emotion, as if they could reflect what they were really thinking in their hearts.

"What is this? The person who just stayed to monitor us and influence us?"

"These eyes are so evil, I feel like they can see through me."

Beside Derrick, several members of the exploration team couldn't help but discuss aloud.

Chief Colin, who was walking at the front, raised his free left hand. After everyone in the team quieted down, he said in a deep voice:

"Similar to the ability of a psychoanalyst, we can see clearly what is in our hearts and use it to perfect the people and objects in this illusion."

"It seems that he is indeed not from this place. Otherwise, if you read some books that have been handed down, you can restore many details that are not in this illusion."

Looking around the bustling streets, he continued:

"This illusion is half true and half false. It is different from the illusions created by ordinary monsters. When you are here, these lights are real. You don't have to worry about attacks from monsters in the dark, and you don't have to worry about suddenly disappearing into the darkness."

"Judging from the coverage of this illusion, a large city can be built here to protect human beings from surviving in the long darkness."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 494 Intruder

Looking at the greatly changed "Afternoon Town", Derrick looked hesitantly at Colin, the leader of the six-person discussion group in front, and asked:

"Your Excellency, are we still exploring this place now?"

Colin was silent for a moment, looked towards the square in the center of the city and said:

"Go and meet Mr. 'White Tower' in your mouth. If you want to explore this place, you must let him lift the illusion that envelopes this place."

After the words fell, Colin raised his hand to make a vigilant gesture, then walked at the front of the team, leading the members of the exploration team towards the square.

Along the way, they saw many figures, big or small, some of which were much taller than the tallest people in their Silver City. As they got closer to the center of the city, the tall figures walking on the streets became more and more detailed. , even the expressions are enriched.

The houses on both sides of the street looked like shops, with all kinds of merchandise on display, some vague, some clear, and many of them things they had never seen before.

Even though there is no sound or smell, every member of the exploration team feels novel and yearning.

"Is this what the outside world looks like?" Next to Derrick, a member of the exploration team who was about two meters tall wearing coarse cloth clothes and red gloves spoke to Derrick curiously.

"I don't know, maybe." Derrick shook his head and stared blankly at the pictures around him that only existed in general textbooks.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The melodious bells came from the clock tower at the highest point of "Afternoon Town". Along with the bells, there were a group of gray pigeons flying in the sky, adding some vividness to this illusion.

At the edge of the central square, Renekton gently rubbed his fingers, creating ripples of starlight that spread out in circles, getting fainter and fainter, until only the rustling sound of wind was left in his ears.

Colin, who brought the exploration team to the vicinity of the square, happened to see this scene. His eyes flickered slightly, and he waited until Renekton's hand was finished before leading the exploration team closer.

After a short silence, Colin asked his doubts:

"No matter how real the illusion is, it is still an illusion. Why are you obsessed with creating a brand new illusion for yourself? Wouldn't it be simpler to directly replicate the places you have seen?"

"In order to build a huge, almost real world in the future." Renekton explained briefly, then turned sideways and raised his hand in the direction of the center of the square.

The members of the Silver City exploration team followed Renekton and walked to the huge gray stone statue in the center of the square that had been replaced by Renekton.

The index finger of his right hand tapped the crystal ball that was twinkling with stars, and it made a crisp sound.

Dots of starlight fell around, and chairs gathered in a circle suddenly appeared in the originally empty square, with a quietly burning bonfire in the middle.

After doing all this, he turned his head and looked at Colin who kept a certain distance from him and said:

"Do you mind if I change the afternoon to night? I think it would be more atmospheric to sit by the campfire and chat."

Colin raised his head and glanced at the setting sun hanging in the sky, nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

Snapped!

Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The twinkling starlight in the crystal ball held in his left hand was disturbed. The originally dim sky was quickly replaced by a night sky dotted with stars.

The entire "Afternoon Town" suddenly became dark, but soon sporadic firelights lit up from everywhere.

The members of the Silver City exploration team looked up at the sky curiously. This night sky dotted with stars was completely different from the darkness that enveloped Silver City and everything around it. It was not so scary, but rather felt peaceful and quiet.

Renekton casually pulled a chair closer to him and sat down, then pointed to the other chairs with his chin and said:

"Just find a chair and sit on it. I can answer some of your questions, but in return, I need to ask you for some information."

As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his right hand with his palm facing upward, and his eyes, which were shaped like fingernail-sized glass beads and contained starlight, appeared.

"This is my transformed Eye of Secrets. It can help you switch between the real Afternoon Town and the illusion here. As long as you carry it, you can explore this place normally, and I can also collect some information by the way."

Renekton looked around at the somewhat cautious and vigilant people in Silver City, chuckled, and threw all the secret-peeping eyes condensed in his hand to Derrick and said:

"Take it first. It is similar to a magical item. You can use it with a little spiritual infusion. You will naturally understand the specific method of use when you hold it in your hand."

"Okay, okay." Derrick hurriedly caught the Secret Eye that was thrown towards him.

After looking at the Secret Eye in his hand, Derrick tried to pick up an eye that shone with blue starlight and poured some spirituality into it.

In just an instant, he felt his vision change:

All the surrounding exploration team members and bonfires disappeared, and the strange night above his head was replaced by a thick, everything-enveloping darkness, as well as silvery white lightning that flashed across the sky from time to time. With the occasional silvery white lightning, he could clearly see the surroundings. The environment is dilapidated and outdated, with ruins of collapsed buildings everywhere.

This is the real Afternoon Town. What is inside the illusion is the "Afternoon Town" before the catastrophe restored by Mr. "White Tower".

After sighing, Derrick cut off the spiritual infusion and squeezed the Secret Eye with his right hand a little harder.

Don't stay in the dark without a light source! The illusory sound of breaking glass faintly emerged, and the illusory "Afternoon Town" covered the dilapidated and outdated Afternoon Town like an invisible curtain.

"Derrick, what just happened? Your body suddenly became blurry, just like the figures walking on the street before."

As soon as Derrick came back to his senses, the member of the exploration team wearing red gloves approached and asked.

"I'm fine, Joshua, I just returned to the real Afternoon Town." As Derrick spoke, he handed over the glass-bead-like Secret Eyes he held in his left hand.

The member of the exploration team named Joshua hesitated and took one. Then he imitated Derrick's previous actions and poured spirituality into it.

Under Derrick's gaze, Joshua's figure suddenly became illusory and blurry. He tried to reach out and touch it, but his finger fell completely empty.

"This is just a phantom, so that you can identify each other's status." Renekton half-leaned on his chair and explained simply.

In less than ten seconds, the phantom left by Joshua quickly became clear and solidified. He calmly nodded to the members of the exploration team who were pouring in around him.

Colin held one hand on the silver straight sword inserted into the ground, and placed one hand on the knee of his left leg, tapping his index finger lightly. He did not stop the members of the exploration team from trying to peep into the secret eye, but just stood aside quietly. Watch them quietly.

It wasn't until Derrick handed him the last remaining glass bead-like Secret Eye. He took it and looked at it for a while before saying in a deep voice:

"What dangers are hidden in the Giants' Court?"

Renekton looked across the bonfire, looked at Colin who looked calm, and said in a deep voice:

"The evil spirits of the Dark Angel sleep there, and there is extremely terrifying pollution. If the order is too high, it will be contaminated. If the order is too low, it cannot defeat the evil spirits of the Dark Angel."

"Dark angel evil spirit?" Colin lowered his eyes and said with a complicated expression.

Derrick pursed his lips and intervened:

"Is there any other way?"

Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked up thoughtfully at the huge gray stone statue in the center of the square. Just now, his inspiration was touched for a moment, very slightly.

"Wait. Not too long in the future, Mr. Fool will send his favored ones over, and he will help you."

Twitching the corner of his mouth slightly, he answered Derrick's question while raising his hand to grab the lantern in the hand of the huge gray stone statue in the center of the square.

A transparent face emerged from it, with curly black hair, dark eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face.

The familiar face made the few expressions on Renekton's face freeze instantly. He exerted force with his right hand unconsciously, and pieces of starlight appeared around the transparent face, then retracted instantly, trying to obliterate that face.

The transparent face surrounded by starlight twisted for a moment, and the next moment he appeared next to the bonfire. He was like the shadow of an innocent soul, with his lower body completely transparent floating in the air.

He leisurely took out a solid monocle from his pocket and said with a smile:

"Oh, how did you find me?"

"Intuition, just grab it." Renekton replied expressionlessly.

He originally thought that a monster in the darkness had invaded his fantasy world. He felt that the intruder was not very powerful, so he wanted to catch him out so casually.

While speaking, the crystal ball that Renekton had been holding in his left hand suddenly erupted with extremely bright stars, and invisible gravity suddenly erupted, illuminating the entire illusion in brilliant white.

When the light dissipated, everyone in Silver City who had gathered around the bonfire disappeared, leaving only Amon and Renekton, whose figures had completely solidified.

Amon stretched out his hand to adjust the monocle on his face, and said with a smile of unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth:

"You sent them all away?"

"Actually, even if they stay, I have no intention of parasitizing them. I have already been to that Silver City. Those who can survive in this place will always have some unusual trump cards. Do you want to know what the secret of Silver City is? ?"

"You know?" Renekton glanced at Amon with doubtful eyes, thinking in his mind whether to take advantage of the other person's aura to deal with his clone before he reached the demigod level.

Amon looked at Renekton with interest and said:

"You can take a gamble. Maybe my body is far away from here?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 495 Game with Amon

Renekton ignored Amon's suggestion. After all, an Amon appeared in front of him, and his illusion might have been sieved by the Amons.

As his thoughts passed by, the illusion that enveloped the entire afternoon town suddenly disappeared. Under the lightning that flashed from the sky from time to time, the surrounding dilapidated houses and streets reappeared, and even the air seemed to have a stale smell.

Wearing a monocle, Amon leaned leisurely against a half-collapsed wall, combing a few strands of hair in front of his forehead with one hand, and said:

"You have a lot of good things in you. Before I even got close, I smelled the scent of the arrogant sun."

Renekton lowered his eyes and said nothing, and the idea of ​​knocking down Amon along with the wall behind him became stronger and stronger.

Taking a deep breath, the deep blue glow in his eyes faintly flowed, and then he suppressed the thoughts that kept floating in his heart.

The next moment, his body suddenly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless starlights. The statue instantly shattered and turned into dots of bright stars surging away from here.

At the moment when the stars surged over the edge of Afternoon Town, the silvery white that shrouded the entire Afternoon Town flashed away, and he returned to the square in the center of Afternoon Town, back in front of Amon.

"Do you want to know what the secret of Silver City is?"

Amon's voice with some evil taste echoed in his ears. Renekton ignored him and his eyes were still blank.

This situation only lasted for a moment, and soon he accepted the extra memories in his mind and clarified his current situation.

"Huh? Did you react quickly?"

Amon's teasing voice echoed in his ears. Renekton twitched the corners of his mouth and said speechlessly:

"Did you steal Ourolius' destiny cycle ability?"

Amon raised his hand and pressed the edge of the monocle at the position of his right eye, and said in a calm tone:

"It's not just that stupid big snake that has the ability to reset the destiny within a certain range."

Renekton did not think about the truth or falsehood of his words, but instead asked: "How did you find me? It can't be that you have been sending clones to follow people in Silver City, right?"

Amon curled his lips and said:

"Although I have many clones, they are not meant to be wasted like this."

"I felt some disturbance of fate, and then I followed the source of this disturbance to find this place."

"You want to say that you haven't done anything yet? That may be because you are too unlucky. The little ripples you caused happened to be within my observation."

Renekton twitched his lips. He didn't quite believe Amon's explanation, but he didn't refute him.

Amon stretched out his hand and squeezed his monocle, and suddenly a bonfire appeared around him, as well as two wooden chairs with a dark red color and many scratches on the surface.

Where did Amon steal the campfire and chairs? The shape of the chair doesn't look like the style from God's Forsaken Land. Do all Amon share a utility room? Renekton pulled over a chair and sat down while letting his thoughts wander.

Amon sat on the chair opposite the bonfire, leaning against the wooden chair and saying:

"As long as it's not a place like the God's Abandoned Land that blocks the connection between me and other clones, we can freely control what the other party steals."

"Okay, you've asked so many questions, now it's my turn, right?"

"Okay." Renekton nodded lightly while leaning on the wooden chair.

This Amon is probably at the level of Sequence Three, which is not too dangerous, but he cannot let down his guard. Did he do it on purpose?

To be able to assemble a Sequence Three clone so quickly, was he nearby from the beginning? Or some ability I don't know about?

Across from the bonfire, Amon's face reflected a constantly beating red color. He crossed his chest with one hand and supported his chin with the other, looking like he was thinking hard.

As the interactive thoughts in Renekton's mind became more and more confusing, he finally spoke:

"Who was that gray stone statue in the illusion just now?"

Renekton glanced at Amon in surprise. Seeing that the other person was listening attentively, he organized his words a little and said:

"The 'Learned One', the new faith in the Pas Valley of the Southern Continent, is the guide for those who are confused, the disseminator of knowledge, and the supreme master of all mysteries and philosophies."

"Would you like to know what you believe about Him?"

"If I say yes, will you start preaching to me now?" Amon said with a faint smile on his lips, looking very curious.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"No, it's not my job to preach. This is also a problem."

"Oh, no problem." Amon laughed nonchalantly, and then continued:

"What are you here for? To select a group of loyal believers, or to help him obtain the blasphemous tablets in the King's Court of Giants?"

Renekton leaned back, leaning against the back of the chair, and replied in a calm voice:

"Maybe only the former, or maybe both, depending on your father's choice."

On the other side of the bonfire, Amon's expression changed for the first time, and he said in an unusually calm tone:

"My father is dead. He is just an evil spirit that lingers."

Renekton seemed not to notice Amon's expression and continued to ask:

"If he is not, why does Ouroleus, who is the king of angels in the path of destiny, follow him all the time? The madness will not continue forever. What if he regains his sanity one day in the future?" Amon said across the bonfire. He stared at Renekton deeply. Just when Renekton thought he wouldn't answer the question, he spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he didn't care:

"He's not. That big snake is stupid. Maybe in his eyes that madman is some kind of continuation of my father, but in my eyes it's not. He's just a madman, a madman who inherited part of my father's legacy."

"Even if one day He regains his sanity, it will only be a similarity."

Renekton nodded slightly, pondered for a moment and then asked: "What if He takes back the other half?"

Amon suddenly sat up straight, leaning on the chair, and an imperceptible sharpness flashed in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "The other half?"

Renekton nodded and said in a tone as if he was making a bold assumption:

"The true Creator is your father's crazy humanity. Do you think there is a divine incarnation of Him hidden in the outside world?"

"At that time, He had already half-stepped into that stage. Do you believe that He would die like that?"

Amon lowered his head and frowned slightly, as if he was deep in thought.

After a moment, he said to himself:

"Most of my father's remaining characteristics were eaten by those three betrayers. Do you think they will be my father's back-up for resurrection? Maybe they were in the past, but they are definitely not now."

"The remaining part formed the madman who crawled out of my father's body. Although he inherited some of my father's memories, emotions and will, he was not."

"The last remaining bit of a writer's identity was taken away by that bigot."

Amon's unfinished words suddenly stopped. He stood up thoughtfully, looked down at Renekton who was sitting on the chair, and said in a deep voice:

"Do you know something? The audience is the best at performing and deceiving people. My paranoid brother is not consistent with what he shows?"

"I don't know. After all, I've never even met your brother."

Renekton shrugged, and as he spoke, his body turned into a surging star sand, scattering throughout the afternoon town.

Amon snorted coldly without raising his head. He raised his hand to pinch the edge of the monocle, rubbed it twice, and a silvery white light slipped through.

The whole afternoon was instantly frozen in the town, whether it was the lightning in the sky, the swaying bonfire, or the scattered stars and sand.

The surrounding scenes quickly regressed, and the scattered stars and sand regrouped into Renekton's figure, and then disintegrated into twinkling stars and invisible gravity and electromagnetism in an instant.

"Oh, interesting."

Amon curled his lips and took a step forward casually. His figure disappeared instantly, and the next moment he appeared at the edge of PM Town hundreds of meters away.

He looked in a certain direction and kept moving forward. By stealing the distance and his own position, he covered a distance of several hundred meters with each step he took.

In less than half a minute, he caught up with Renekton running in the darkness.

The next moment, the positions between the two parties were exchanged. He looked at Renekton with burning eyes and said:

"Are you walking so slowly, are you waiting for me? Is this the battlefield you chose for yourself?"

"The method you used to escape just now is very similar to the style of a high-sequence thief, the rules of fraud. Have you seen Pales? Is he doing well? Next time you see him, remember to say hello to him for me. From a distance It's been a long time since we first met, and I still miss him so much."

Pales just wanted to shout: Don't come over!

The secret technique I learned from the old man is indeed not good. I am not a real thief. Even if I am caught by surprise, it will be difficult to hide it from Amon. He was more deliberately watching the show than not really reacting.

Moreover, I am not a master of secret arts, so I can only use these secret arts through magic scrolls, which is really inconvenient.

After sighing in his heart for a moment, Renekton said helplessly:

"I thought about it just now, and I found that there is no hatred between us, and there is no inevitable conflict. Why can't we be harmonious?"

"Don't you react too fiercely every time you see me?" Amon spread his hands and said innocently.

"Maybe it's because your reputation is too loud."

Renekton sighed slightly, paused and then said:

"So, since we have no conflict, can we just say goodbye?"

Amon smiled and refused:

"No, I'm very curious about your coming to the Land Abandoned by Gods. If you don't want me to follow you, then you can only let my true body come."

"Or how about we play a game of cat and mouse?"

"Not very good." Renekton refused without thinking.

(End of this chapter)