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Chapter 586 Red Angel Evil Spirit

Russell glared at Renekton fiercely and said with gritted teeth:

"You win. One day, I will keep all the diaries secret and delete them from this world."

Renekton chuckled and reminded:

"This is the scope of authority of the 'Goddess of the Night', but unfortunately, you can't defeat her and you can't get the authority of 'Secret'."

Russell glared at him and said in a very unhappy tone:

"That's the end of this topic. Let's go. It just so happens that I haven't been to the Southern Continent for a long time, so I can revisit my old place."

"Also, Bernadette has become more and more disrespectful of my old father recently. I feel that we need some distance between us to maintain the beautiful father-daughter relationship."

Renekton looked at Russell opposite with pity. With Bernadette's character, running away would not solve the problem. Frankly speaking, he would be even worse off.

As if being irritated by Renekton's eyes, Rosal muttered with some dissatisfaction:

"What's that look in your face?"

Renekton smiled and said no more. He put the thumb and index finger of his left hand to his lips again and whistled.

Soon, the pumpkin carriage pulled by two fat mice appeared again on the deck of the "Dawn". The carriage door opened automatically and turned into a step to board the carriage.

Russell looked at the two fat rats, turned away with some disgust and said:

"Can you use something normal to pull the carriage? You've made a good fairy tale magic look like this. Children will have nightmares when they see it."

Renekton lowered his head and thought for two seconds, then retorted seriously:

"Isn't this appropriate? This is in line with the nature of fairy tales. This is an absurd and weird aesthetic!"

"Your childhood must be very different from other people's childhood." Russell sighed speechlessly.

In a few steps, he crossed a large distance on the deck and walked to the strange carriage.

In the Southern Continent, at Behrens Port in the northernmost part of West Balam, under the dim light of the street lights, a figure wearing a black double-breasted gown and a tall black hat walked out of the spirit world.

The hair color under the black top hat is dark gold, and the pupils are so blue that they are almost black, but one of them is blind, and a fiery red figure is reflected in the remaining eye.

This figure is none other than Ince Zangwill, a traitor from the Church of the Night. However, his current condition does not seem to be good. The evil spirit sealed in his body is too powerful and has taken away control of his body.

An exaggerated smile suddenly appeared on Ince Zangwill's face, the tip of his nose expanded slightly, and he greedily breathed in the smell of the air.

After a while, Ince Zangwill, who was under the control of the evil spirit, finally stopped his exaggerated movements and sighed to himself:

"I feel the breath of my Lord. Even if I don't actively look for him, someone will come to me soon."

"Haha, Sauron, Einhorn, you two idiots, after struggling for a long time, didn't you still follow me and walk in front of my lord?"

The next moment, a slightly illusory mouth appeared on Ince Zangwill's left cheek, and a sharp and hoarse voice came from it:

"The true Creator is still sealed in the Southern Continent. There are at most one or two of His dependents here. This doesn't affect anything."

As the words fell, a slightly unreal mouth appeared on the right cheek of Ince Zangwill, and he continued:

"Don't forget, without the cooperation of Sauron and I, you would have no way to control Ince Zangwill's physical actions."

Medici, who had taken the initiative, whispered disdainfully:

"Hey you two idiots, it's better for you to continue to be women. 'Hunter' is not suitable for you."

The next second, the illusory mouths on Ince Zangwill's left and right cheeks seemed to be irritated, and they were in a stalemate with Medici, who had taken the initiative.

The battle between the three evil spirits' consciousness caused Ince Zangwill's body to twist strangely. His left hand tore at the right face, his right hand tore at the left face, and his legs were pulled forward and backward, forming a straight line. .

Under the dim light of the street lights, this scene looked absurd and weird.

Near early in the morning, Renekton took Russell to the Pass Valley and handed him over to Grant, who would arrange work for him.

After Renekton left, Russell suddenly changed his expression and said as if chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time:

"You left the Church of Steam just to change places and continue to repeat this boring work?"

"Do you know that my daughter is also a 'sage' now, a Sequence 2 like you."

Grant rolled his eyes at this guy and said in a disgusting tone:

"It seems that dying once didn't teach you any lessons. You still deserve a beating just like before."

"If I had known that the person the little guy was talking about was you, I would have refused immediately."

Russell didn't seem to hear Grant's dislike, and laughed loudly: "Haha, little guy, which aspect do you mean he is smaller?"

Grant's expression changed, and she soon regained her composure. She looked at Russell, who was smiling obscenely, and said calmly:

"Do you need me to help you change into a mechanical body? It just so happens that I haven't separated the characteristics of the 'alchemist' yet."

"I'm talking about age, why are you reacting so loudly? Is there anything you can't say?" Russell waved his hands repeatedly, but before he could finish speaking, there was a bang, and several metal coils like magnets came from He flew out of the corner, tied his mechanical body tightly, and hung him upside down from the ceiling.

"I remember you said you liked bondage games. As an old friend I haven't seen for a long time, I will fulfill your wish."

While speaking, Grant gently rubbed her fingers, and bits of starlight overflowed from her palms, outlining strange symbols in the air, and then submerged into Russell's mechanical body, absorbing the capabilities of this mechanical doll. Banned.

Ignoring Russell's shouts, she walked back to the bedroom on the second floor without looking back.

When Grant disappeared from sight, Russell distorted the extraordinary ability acting on himself and lowered himself from the ceiling.

He moved his body, and after seeing that there were no hidden dangers, he clicked his tongue and said:

"You are hundreds of years old and you still can't take a joke."

The next morning, Renekton had just finished breakfast and was about to see how the preparations for the ceremony required for his clone to be promoted to "Insighter" were underway. The shadows under his feet suddenly began to squirm spontaneously.

In Renekton's surprised eyes, the shadows flowed like water, forming a Dutan word on the ground:

Come to the Church of the Red Rose.

"What could possibly cause Saslier to come to me?"

While muttering to himself in a low voice, his body disintegrated little by little, disintegrating into streams of pure knowledge, penetrating the walls of the house and pouring out.

Along the river on the south bank of the Pas River Valley, a group of buildings with towering spires were built at some point. They are all mainly black, with dark red rose patterns painted on the walls, surrounded by an inverted cross.

The towering clock tower stands on the edge of the square surrounded by fountains, and the hour hand just points to the eight o'clock mark.

Boom~boom~

The melodious bells spread through the air, startling a group of gray pigeons resting on the top of the bell tower. As they went away, the bells echoed on both sides of the river.

In the square paved with gray and white marble below, several clergymen wearing black priestly robes with gold lines were distributing some simple food and some newspapers and books to the surrounding volunteers.

Renekton's figure quietly appeared in the square. His eyes briefly looked around at the surrounding crowd, and then walked straight to the gorgeous church in front.

After passing through a long corridor painted with thorns and murals, we arrived at the prayer hall. There are several stained glass windows high on the walls on both sides of the hall. The early morning sunlight can just penetrate in, leaving streaks of distinct colors above the prayer hall. Mark of.

The prayer hall was very quiet. There were no extra believers praying here. Saslier turned his back to Renekton and sat on the bench in the front, praying towards the statue of the god standing upside down on the cross.

Renekton stood quietly beside him for a while. After Sasriel finished praying, he spoke to him:

"This church was built quite quickly!"

"We do not belong to the Alliance of the Seven Gods and do not need to abide by their covenants." Saslier's voice was calm and rational.

Does it mean that you directly let extraordinary people work as construction workers, or even built this church yourself? Renekton raised his eyebrows and chuckled:

"That's true, and this is the Southern Continent."

After a pause, he continued to ask: "What did you find when you suddenly came to me?"

Sasril stood up from his seat, and the black robe with gorgeous accessories made a rustling sound. He held a pitch-black cane in his hands, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a shadow so rich that it could not be removed. .

He looked through the church wall to the north-west direction and sighed softly:

"Medici came to West Balam. He is currently staying in Uttar Pradesh. The consciousness of Soren and Einhorn conflicted with him, and they were in a stalemate there."

Renekton followed his gaze and looked out. His special status allowed him to see some colors of war gathering in the north.

After a two-second pause, he withdrew his gaze, looked at Saslier and said:

"What are you going to do? He can no longer be completely regarded as the Red Angel he once was."

After two seconds of silence, Saslier said in a low voice:

"You help me transfer the 'conqueror' characteristics to him, and he can choose the rest."

"The conflict between Amon and Adam was planned. The conflict between them has become irreconcilable. I have no position to interfere with this. He can choose to return to me or find new allies."

Renekton clicked his tongue twice and sighed with a sigh:

"It's really not easy. On one side you have a disobedient son, and on the other side you have the most loyal subordinate you ever had."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 587 A Sudden Encounter

Deep in the spiritual world, a torrent of information formed by countless knowledge surged like a tide and quickly roamed to the spiritual world area corresponding to Hitron, the capital of Uttar Pradesh.

The barely observable faint light quickly collapsed inward, using vast and pure knowledge to reconstruct Renekton's body.

With a lavender glow flowing in his eyes, his gaze easily penetrated the barrier between the spiritual world and reality, searching for Ince Zangwill, who was possessed by the evil spirit of the Red Angel, in the city of Citron.

Without much effort, he saw the former Archbishop of the Church of Evernight, Ince Zangwill, who was wrapped tightly in a bag on the platform of a steam train station.

"An evil spirit with the status of the King of Angels, a rebellious feather pen that always wants to write its owner to death, without any ability to counter divination or prophecy, it is really not challenging."

Renekton muttered to himself as he stepped out of the spirit world.

The next second, something unexpected happened. The surrounding spiritual world was suddenly covered with a layer of sticky black liquid, causing the surrounding spirituality to mutate, as if it had turned into layer upon layer of barriers, interfering with the overlap of reality and the spiritual world.

Renekton's action of stepping into the spirit world was interrupted, and the spirit world in the surrounding area was closed. His figure, which should have appeared in reality, remained in the same place.

".My stinky mouth!"

Renekton was speechless for a moment, not knowing whether to lament his bad luck or that Adam was too quick.

While he was sighing, pale skulls, eyeballs with obvious blood vessels, tongues with fangs, and all kinds of strange things had grown out of the sticky black liquid covering the surrounding spirit world.

The feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness spread rapidly, causing the originally bright and vivid colors around to become chaotic. This evil and madness spread rapidly with the special characteristics of the spiritual world, causing the consciousness of the surrounding creatures to be infected with madness, and they either died suddenly or mutated.

Before Renekton could react, an extremely evil roar that pierced his spirit suddenly came from a distance, causing his spirit to tremble. His body also became stiff, his mind went blank, and he temporarily lost all thoughts.

All kinds of strange-shaped things growing out of the sticky black liquid suddenly expanded, quickly approached Renekton's body, revealing their mouthparts with rows of sharp teeth, and bit his body fiercely.

Renekton's stiff body suddenly became transparent and illusory. Under the bites of the strange creatures that bred around him, it turned into a pile of foam and flew away.

The next second, his figure emerged in another spiritual area, holding a dark, ancient horn in his hand, which carried an extremely heavy and powerful meaning.

He put the horn to his lips and blew it hard.

A low humming sound came from the horn and spread outward quickly. As the sound waves overlapped, all the things that grew out of the evil, sticky black liquid were shattered.

With the continuous accumulation of sound waves, even the space in the surrounding spiritual area began to collapse. Dark and deep cracks appeared all around, densely packed, as if this place would collapse into nothingness at any time.

With a humming sound, a cold wind suddenly blew around, forcibly pulling at Renekton's spirit, as if to separate his soul and body, making it difficult for him to maintain the action of blowing towards the horn.

Snapped!

Renekton snapped his fingers on his right hand, which was wearing a mechanical glove. A dark red light flashed on the surface of the bronze mechanical glove, and an eye with a heavy and majestic feeling was outlined on the back of his hand.

The cold wind whistling around him suddenly became chaotic, forming a windless zone around him.

Suddenly, a silver color flashed in his eyes, and they instantly became extremely deep, like the sea surface before a storm.

In this state, he saw an evil and twisted doll that was showing strong malice towards him.

Its body was as huge as a small mountain, with an evil sticky liquid flowing on its surface. Its facial features were shrunk into a ball, but its mouth was exaggerated, with the corners of its mouth almost stretched to its ears, and it was roaring silently at itself.

In just a moment, Renekton came to his senses and realized that the scene he had just seen was a prophecy created by his own inspiration.

Without hesitation, he took out an illusory hat from the void and put it on his head.

His figure then disappeared, disappearing all traces.

The next second, the surrounding spiritual world suddenly turned black, as if it had turned into a muddy abyss, from which grew twisted blood-red vines, divided into many sections, each with four fangs and an eye.

These blood-colored vines grew wildly upwards, and soon completely surrounded the surrounding spiritual area, forming an evil cage.

Woo~woo~

A chilly wind blew up again from somewhere unknown, and beautiful, dreamy snowflakes with a hint of dark green floated around. These snowflakes were like tiny mirrors, reflecting broken figures.

If you stand far enough away, you can see that it is an ugly doll covered with evil symbols and patterns, and it is filled with curses and ominous aura.

The green snowflakes suddenly became chaotic and disordered, and the figure of Sua reflected in them also became blurred. This chaos did not last long. A dark and sticky liquid continued to seep out of the snowflakes floating around. Soon, the snowflakes floating in the air disappeared, leaving only the evil black liquid that seemed to be condensed from countless curses.

These sticky black liquids quickly became transparent and transformed into layer upon layer of barriers, which confined the surrounding spiritual space layer by layer and continuously reduced Renekton's space for movement.

Chila! The sound of a match being struck suddenly rang out.

Then Renekton took off the illusory hat on his head, revealing his figure. Around him, golden stars fell, emitting bright and clear light, and a majestic breath of the sun.

Snap! Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers. On the mechanical glove on his right hand, a dark red light flowed, outlining an eye full of heaviness and majesty.

The light emitted by the surrounding golden stars suddenly became blazing, like little suns. The majestic and pervasive solar aura contrasted with the extremely evil and crazy curses around.

The bright yellow light and the dark and evil black liquid were clearly distinguished, and the surrounding spiritual world seemed to have turned into a monotonously colored painting.

As the two sides were in a stalemate, the figure of the "evil god" Suea appeared silently behind Renekton. His ugly rag doll body, which was as big as a hill, was covered by the dark and sticky liquid around him. His aura was unusually restrained, and there was no trace of it.

The next second, Su'a, who maintained the form of a mythical creature, suddenly opened his mouth and let out an extremely evil roar that pierced straight into the spirit.

In the bright yellow light, Renekton's body stiffened little by little, then shattered and turned into a dim yellow flame, disappearing along with the surrounding golden stars.

Only the bronze mechanical glove remained in place. Its five fingers grasped tightly twice, then quickly let go weakly.

Silently, a night filled with peace and tranquility descended upon the surroundings, falling like a veil over the body of the evil god Suea.

The huge and ugly rag doll seemed to be wiped away bit by bit and disappeared into the spiritual world.

The bronze mechanical glove that was left in place suddenly raised its index and middle fingers to the air and made a "yeah" gesture.

The next second, fine blue-green scales appeared on the gloves, and the symbols and representations of the Storm Realm lit up one by one.

The surrounding air currents swirled rapidly in circles, the violent wind collided with the air, making an explosive sound, and an uncontrolled tornado suddenly rose from the ground.

Silver-white electric snakes jumped around in the tornado, carrying a violent and destructive aura that was so strong that it seemed tangible, and struck the surroundings densely, covering the entire spiritual world area wrapped in black and sticky evil liquid in storm and thunder.

Those strange-looking things that grew out of the dark and evil liquid were destroyed bit by bit by the silver-white lightning, shattered and evaporated in the strong wind, and disappeared.

The howling, swirling tornado was like a terrifying giant, pulling at the huge cage formed by the madly growing blood-red vines in the outer area, destroying it bit by bit, leaving nothing behind.

In the secret world, a black ball of yarn covered with eyes and a huge ugly rag doll are playing a game of chase in mid-air.

From time to time, Rickton would dematerialize himself, turning himself into something that did not exist at all, or into a pure information creature. While dodging the attacks of the "evil god" Sua, he simulated the power of the sun and storm field to weaken his influence on the surrounding environment.

After counting silently for thirty seconds in his mind, Renekton opened the secret world.

The dark ball covered with countless strange and crazy eyes quickly disintegrated and turned into a stream of complex and pure information, which carried the mechanical glove that was still maintaining the storm and lightning away from this spiritual area.

The expression on Suea's face became distorted, making his already ugly features even more indescribable.

His right hand stretched forward and suddenly became longer. It instantly crossed the long distance and appeared next to Renekton, who had turned into information state.

On this arm, a dark, sticky, evil liquid continued to flow, and instantly many pale skulls and tongues with fangs grew out.

These strange-looking creatures simultaneously emit shrill roars, which affect the spirituality around them, reduce the degree of fit between body and soul, and gradually turn the body into a prison for the spirit.

The torrent of information that was constantly surging forward was slowing down a little bit, and seemed to be getting heavier.

Deep in the spiritual world, a sun that looked like a child's graffiti happened to appear, filling the surrounding spiritual world with a layer of purifying light.

The influence exerted by Sua was quickly eliminated, and Renekton, in the form of a torrent of information, seized the opportunity and quickly got rid of this "evil god" of the Rose School.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 588 Monday

In the steam train heading to Port Berens in Hitlon, the capital of Uttar Pradesh, a black classical feather pen, without anyone holding it, spontaneously wrote words in the Dragon language on a brown notebook on the dining table:

Mahmus of the Rose School failed to steal the mummy of Tutankhamun II, but accidentally found clues about the leader of the Temperance Faction, Renette Tinicole, and he passed the clues back to the Rose School.

Barranca (erased) who went to investigate, and the leader of the indulgence faction, "the evil god" Sua, who went to investigate, accidentally discovered Al Tynes' figure in the spiritual world. He decided to raid the other party and eliminate this "hidden danger".

Siea was too confident in his Sequence One strength, so he was easily teased by Al Tynes and left calmly.

During the pursuit, the "sun" of the spiritual world happened to rise here, so He lost the best chance of pursuit and had to give up helplessly.

This development makes sense!

After getting rid of the "evil god" S'a, Al Tynes decided to go to the Port of Berens. The unlucky Factor Zangwill also planned to go there. He would bring the evil spirit of Medici Soren Einhorn in his body to Al Tynes.

The consciousness of Soren and Einhorn wanted to stop him, but they were not as strong as Medici, so they could only work together to restrain him. The wonderful balance made the evil spirit Medici Soren Einhorn quiet down. Without additional interference, Ins Zangwill's operation to Port Berens would go smoothly.

This is a very reasonable development!

The classical feather pen suddenly fell down, as if the content it had just written had exhausted all its strength.

The window of the steam train was suddenly opened, and in the sound of the whimpering wind, the notebook that 0-08 had written in just now was flipping through the pages.

At some point, the paper on the notebook stopped, revealing the dazzling words in Dragon Language:

On a night when no one knew about it, Ince Zangwill unconsciously recited the name of my great father in his sleep. In a corner that no one noticed, the great "Dragon of Imagination" had already cast his gaze upon me.

In Port Berens, Anderson could finally communicate with the locals without any obstacles thanks to the language spell that Danitz got from the bishop of the local Church of Knowledge.

In the dock area, Anderson and Danitz, who had just finished lunch at a local restaurant, walked side by side on the street.

After moving aside to let who knows how many bicycles pass, Anderson curled his lips and grinned:

"Sometimes I really wonder if this is the poor and backward West Balam. Their food is even richer and more diverse than Feynaport in the Northern Continent, and the streets are full of bicycles for easy travel."

Danitz glanced at Anderson with disdain and said with an undisguised sense of superiority:

"It's already 1350 years ago. Don't look at the problems here with your outdated perspective. Times are changing, society is progressing, and these are all very normal phenomena."

"In the near future you will find that even ordinary people here will be able to travel by steam train or airship."

Anderson sneered and interrupted Danitz's endless chatter:

"Heh, that's not something you would say. Who did you hear that from?"

"Also, you know too much about the situation in West Balam, don't you? Edwina has not been active at sea recently. Has your Golden Dream changed its business?"

Danitz shook his head repeatedly and said:

"Of course not. We just found a good part-time job while we're looking for treasures."

"You don't know how dangerous the sea is right now. I just received a message from Blue that Admiral Hell Ludwell was killed by German Sparrow near the Raging Sea."

"That guy boarded the 'Black Tulip' alone. There was no fight. He just stared at Ludwell for a while, and then the 'Admiral of Hell' turned into a zombie and was taken away by him."

Danitz's description was so vivid that Anderson began to doubt whether it was real news or just something he made up to attract attention.

It should be true. With this guy's IQ, he can't come up with such a wonderful plot. But if you look at it this way, Gehrman Sparrow has become stronger again? Isn't this too outrageous? When we last met, he had just been promoted to Sequence 5. Anderson crossed his arms in front of his chest, and his expression gradually became serious.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a sigh beside him.

Anderson looked around suspiciously. Apart from Danitz, there was no one else around him.

Strange, am I hallucinating? Anderson scratched his head and thought about it briefly. He put the question behind him and unconsciously forgot the memory a little bit.

On the outskirts of Port Berens, Renekton walked out of the spiritual world. He stood in the distance and stared at the port city for a while, feeling inexplicably strange in his heart.

Why did I think of coming here? As the thought turned to his mind, his eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of silver, and his eyes became extremely deep, losing focus and looking blank.

This state lasted for less than two seconds, and his eyes became clear again.

"It's interesting that I met Ince Zangwill here. It doesn't seem like an arrangement Adam would make. That quill, or Angerweed?" He muttered to himself twice, and suddenly green vines hung down from the air, completely submerging his figure.

The time soon came to three o'clock in the afternoon. Leaning on a bench made of vines, Renekton raised his head slightly. A thick gray mist quickly surged in his eyes, and the deep red light flooded his sight like a tide.

When his vision cleared again, he had arrived at the ancient and magnificent palace above the gray fog and sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the "White Tower".

Audrey, Justice, stood up first and headed towards the top of the mottled long table. She lifted her skirt and saluted.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

After everyone finished their greetings and salutes, Cattleya turned sideways and saluted Klein, the Fool, who was at the head of the mottled long table.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fool, I still haven't collected Emperor Roselle's diary this week."

"Yeah." Klein maintained a calm tone and nodded slightly.

It seems that the "Mysterious Queen" really doesn't plan to continue giving me the diary. What happened made her suddenly change her mind? As his thoughts floated, Klein subconsciously looked at Renekton who was sitting in a high-back chair. He subconsciously thought that this matter might be related to the other party.

Noticing Klein's gaze, Renekton turned his head and chuckled and nodded at the "World" at the bottom of the mottled long table.

Audrey, who habitually paid attention to and observed everyone, noticed this scene. She subconsciously used her mind to interpret the covert actions between Renekton and Klein. Mr. White Tower and Mr. World seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Could this matter be related to Ms. Hermit no longer contributing Roselle's diary?

As she was thinking, she heard Mr. Fool at the head of the mottled long table chuckle and announce that today's Tarot Club had officially begun.

Emlyn the Moon couldn't wait to cough twice, attracting everyone's attention. He then looked at Renekton, raised his chin slightly and said:

"I have become a Viscount!"

"Do you have any information about the 'Witch King' or artificial vampires of the same level?"

"You don't have to say that. I can see that." Renekton teased Emlyn with a smile. Seeing a blush on his cheeks, he chuckled and answered his question.

"I only know of two 'Witch Kings'. They both joined the Rose School. One was the former 'Crimson Queen', and the other was Karaman, the compiler of the occult book that 'World' sold to Miss 'Justice'."

"The former has been killed by the Church of Storms, and his corresponding characteristics have been recovered by them. The latter is probably still recovering from his injuries. He was recently injured by the 'Founder of the Nation' in Loen during the operation to seize the mummy of Tutankhamun II in Loen's Pritz Harbor."

"There must be demigod-level vampire monsters in the God-Forsaken Land, but you probably can't afford them."

"Besides, you haven't paid back even one tenth of your debt to me."

For the first time, Emlyn felt the emotion of embarrassment so clearly. His cheeks turned red again, his head drooped slightly, and he said in a somewhat disappointed tone:

"I'm just asking in advance so that I can make plans. If I rely on the internal channels of the blood clan, I don't know how many hundreds of years it will take for me to become an 'earl'."

After a pause, he added:

"The Viscount is already a Sequence 5 Beyonder. I have enough ability to repay my previous debts. It won't take more than this month at most!"

After two seconds of silence, Klein manipulated his trumpet "World" and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"You can try to pray to the ancestor of your blood race. Perhaps He will directly grant you the characteristics of the 'Witch King'."

If you are really the vampire chosen by Lilith, He shouldn't mind a little investment and training. I can also take the opportunity to know the status of this vampire ancestor.

Emlyn's face froze, and he said helplessly:

"Except for occasional revelations, the First Ancestor rarely responds to our prayers, let alone requests."

The transaction process was over quickly, and the sequence advancement of everyone in the Tarot Club seemed to have reached a bottleneck. They were busy acting and digesting things and did not have many demands.

With the reminder from Klein the Fool, today's Tarot Club will soon enter the free exchange session.

Renekton turned his head to look at the gloomy "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table, and chuckled:

"I found traces of Ince Zangwill."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 589 Calderon City

Klein's reaction was greater than Renekton had expected. Even the secret puppet, "the world", showed unexpected emotional fluctuations.

After Klein calmed down his emotions, he controlled the "world" and looked at Renekton and said:

"where is he?"

Renekton leaned back, leaned against the back of his chair and chuckled:

"He went to Citron, the capital of Uttar Pradesh, West Balam. But he should have left now. If nothing unexpected happens, he will most likely go to Port Berens later."

"Port Berens. I understand." The "World" pondered and nodded slightly.

"Port Berens?" Anderson looked at Renekton in surprise, his eyes full of confusion.

Feeling Anderson's gaze, Renekton turned his head and looked over, wondering, "Is there a problem?"

"No, I just happened to be in Port Berens and was a little surprised."

Anderson shook his head. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what it was.

So, what am I doing in Port Berens? And I have no intention of leaving. One thought after another floated through his mind, but he quickly subconsciously ignored these questions.

Seeing that the topic had come to an end, "The Hanged Man" Alger turned his head to look at "The Sun" Derrick and said:

"How is your exploration of the former chief's mausoleum going in Silver City?"

Derrick the Sun organized his words a bit, then said:

"The Chief has gone to lead a team to hunt vampires. The remaining elders of the 'Six-Man Council' have not yet opened the door to the underground."

"However, dense and strange plants have grown in the cracks of the stones on the outer layer of the mausoleum, some of which look like human hair."

After a pause, he looked around at everyone and asked:

"Have any of you seen or known this plant?"

Everyone in the Tarot Club looked at each other and shook their heads, saying that they had never seen such a strange plant.

After a brief exchange of information, today's Tarot meeting ended quickly.

The deep red light flooded Renekton's vision like a tide, and when he came to his senses, he had returned to the forest woven with green vines.

His gaze passed through the intertwining layers, and he could not see the forest at the top at all, and looked towards the Port of Berens not far away.

The buildings here tend to use a pale stone, with exaggerated colorful patterns painted on the walls, and some human or animal skulls hung as decoration. Skulls are a very popular element here, just like the gold of Intis.

On the streets, postmen or skilled workers ride bicycles among the crowds, and some dock workers ride tricycles converted from bicycles to help transport goods and luggage for cargo ships or outsiders who have just disembarked.

As he glanced around, he saw Anderson, who was dressed like a street performer. Next to him was Danitz, who was sent by Edwina to collect information.

"Hehe, the thing in Anderson's body didn't attract the Red Angel Evil Spirit, but it attracted this guy Danitz first."

"The contents of Anderson's body are very attractive to the Hunters. From what I've seen, two Hunters have passed by here."

While talking to himself, Renekton suddenly realized something was wrong. The information he observed through the "Eye of Mysteries" was missing.

"Psychological invisibility". If it weren't for my sensitivity to information, I wouldn't even have noticed the problem. As the thought floated in his mind, Rekton glanced around Anderson again, but still didn't find anything unusual.

"I can sense the problem, but I can't find it."

While muttering to himself, Renekton raised his hand, trying to summon a gust of wind in the city and use the change in air flow to find the hidden Adam.

Why did I bring Adam out? He is not my target. Medici will come by himself. After hesitating for a moment, he put down his right hand again.

Above the gray fog, Klein, who had just learned the coordinates and information of Calderon City from "Red Light" El Moria and was planning to go there in the form of a spirit to look for the spirit world plunderer, suddenly stopped.

Outside the ancient and magnificent palace, above the boundless gray fog, the deep red star representing the "Sun" Derrick kept shaking and expanding.

He immediately put down the Black Emperor Card in his hand, and extended his spirituality to touch the crimson star.

The crimson light surged like a tide, and the slightly immature voice of "Sun" Derrick echoed above the gray fog:

"Dear Mr. Fool, the Chief wants me to ask you how we can use the Time Worm left by Amon's clone?"

He wants to use the Worm of Time. The chief of Silver City has finished hunting vampires and plans to explore the tomb of the former chief. But he is worried about some unknown changes, so he wants to prepare some methods in advance?

After thinking for a moment, Klein made a quick decision and transformed the production process of the "Luck Stealer" spell into light and shadow, and cast it into the crimson star that symbolizes the "sun". After doing all this, he whispered to himself thoughtfully:

"The Luck Stealer spell is indeed very powerful. I can also prepare some for myself. Ince Zangwill is already a demigod and has gained divinity. Compared with the mid- and low-sequence Beyonders, he has undergone a qualitative change and is not so easy to kill."

"Write to Leonard. He should be able to ask the grandfather in his body for a few Time Worms. Yes, he can also ask Al for a few Spirit Worms. Since they are adjacent channels, the Spirit Worms from the Dark Wolf can definitely make good talismans."

After two seconds of silence, Klein quickly adjusted his state. He took a deep breath, held the Poseidon Scepter in his hand, and at the same time picked up the Tyrant Card that was upside down on the table and placed it into his spirit body.

A blue light floated by, and his spirit instantly transformed into the image of a majestic Pope wearing a triple crown, a papal robe, and holding the scepter of Poseidon.

He threw the coordinates of Calderon City in the spiritual world and some information into the crimson star representing Renekton, and then he left the gray fog and descended into reality in the form of a spirit by summoning himself and responding to himself.

Deep in the spiritual world, where the city of Calderon is located, a light that is difficult to detect with the naked eye is surging from afar at an extremely fast speed.

As it approached the city, the hazy light shrank inward, reconstructing Renekton's body with vast and pure knowledge.

He looked at the city from a distance, a deep and pure light flowing slowly in his eyes.

In his eyes, this inverted pyramid-like city was covered with a layer of dead gray. The deeper he went, the heavier the feeling of death became. At the top of the inverted pyramid, there was an abyss of deep black, like a ball of darkness that could swallow even light, making it impossible for his "Eye of Prying Eyes" to observe any useful information.

Crash~

The illusory and ethereal sound of flowing water echoed softly in his ears, carrying a sense of peace and tranquility.

He blinked his eyes, and bits of bright starlight fell, casting pure and clear rays of light, dispelling the sudden drowsiness that arose in his body.

As the drowsiness disappeared, Renekton's body instantly became ethereal and decomposed into waves of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature, surging towards the depths of Calderon City.

He did not encounter any obstacles along the way. In less than half a minute, Renekton in the form of information flow arrived deep into the city of Calderon and came to the river that flowed out from the endless gray-white fog.

About 300 meters away from the river surface, countless complex and pure knowledge reconstructed his body. Renekton looked at the river in front of him and recited something softly.

The next second, the originally calm river water suddenly shook violently, layers of water splashed away, and then a huge strange bird emerged from the dark and gloomy river water.

Its body is covered with feathers woven from pale flames and mysterious patterns, and its eyes seem to be cast in bronze, with layers of illusory doors hidden inside.

Staring at the giant bird emerging from the river, Renekton's eyes flashed with a cold and pure light. He looked at it and murmured:

"Gregari, the 'Phoenix Ancestor'."

This is the mark of death that Greygari left in the River of Everlasting Darkness. It is the deepest mark that it, once a true god, has left in this world.

In Graygari's eyes that seemed to be cast in bronze, layers of illusory doors floated, reflecting a blurry light and shadow without any color.

This light and shadow seems to be able to embrace everything. It will become whatever image you think it is, as if everything you know is embraced by it.

The sound of the rushing river water became more obvious. On the dark and lightless river, an illusory door that did not exist was shaking and creaking when it appeared.

In a flash, a crack appeared on the bronze door that was covered with mysterious patterns and could not be described in detail.

There is no end to the gap, only dead silence and darkness.

Outside the gap, a large number of strange, wriggling creatures that cannot be seen clearly for the time being are multiplying madly and dying little by little.

The pale flames intertwined on Greygari's body weakened a lot, as if summoning this door had exhausted the power of this death mark.

"help me"

"help me"

A voice whose gender and age could not be identified came from the bronze door that was covered with mysterious patterns and could not be described specifically. The voice echoed on the river surface layer by layer, seeming very unreal.

The corners of Renekton's mouth, which had been expressionless all this time, finally cracked into a curve. He ignored the wandering and struggling figures by the river and walked slowly forward.

As he moved forward, one imaginary star after another fell, densely packed and dazzling.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 590 Tacit understanding

The falling stars around him continued to shed their brilliance, interweaving to form a patch of light and shadow with countless swaying figures. The aura of the "wilderness of knowledge" diffused around him.

The light of civilization and knowledge bursts out here, intertwined with the surrounding things such as death, eternal sleep, the end, and deep darkness, recording and analyzing the aura displayed by each other bit by bit.

At the edge of the turbulent river, Renekton looked up at the tall bird and spoke in a calm voice:

"I need some water from the River of Everdarkness."

The creaking and shaking virtual door lasted for two seconds before a voice slowly came out:

"Can."

After receiving the other party's response, Renekton stopped talking, grasped the void with his right hand, and quickly condensed a green seed.

The seed began to sprout the moment it hit the ground, and grew rapidly, producing a somewhat illusory gourd vine, and then produced gourds of seven different colors in turn.

After the gourds took shape, Renekton reached out and picked the fifth green gourd. The gourd solidified in his hand, and the remaining gourds and vines quickly withered and disappeared.

Renekton glanced at the rippling river surface and stretched out the green gourd in his hand.

The river water that was splashed into the air during the shaking seemed to be strongly attracted and spontaneously gathered into the green gourd.

Gradually, the gourd, which originally had no weight, became heavy, and its green surface gradually turned black.

Renekton stopped collecting river water at the right time, looked up at the huge figure of the Phoenix Ancestor, Graygari, and said:

"I will find a suitable target for you to erode, and pour the water of the 'Eternal Dark River' on him."

While speaking, he also raised the green gourd stained with a dark tinge in his right hand.

As he finished speaking, the illusory door covered with mysterious patterns slowly closed, and the huge "Phoenix Ancestor" Greygari sank into the dark river again, and the turbulent river water quickly became quiet and dead.

In just a short while, Renekton discovered that the surface of the green gourd in his hand had become darker.

I have to leave quickly and find a suitable container. As the thought floated, his body quickly became ethereal and decomposed into waves of complex knowledge, rushing to the outskirts of Calderon City.

Boom! Boom!

Exaggerated silver-white lightning fell from mid-air, and electric snakes scurried around among the strange buildings that were full of decay and ruin, destroying the buildings here and the hunters hidden in the shadows around them.

The torrent of information that gushed out from the depths of Calderon City passed straight through the area ravaged by lightning, and stopped in front of Klein, who was wearing the Pope's robe, wearing a triple crown on his head, and holding the scepter of Poseidon, and quickly reconstructed Renekton's body.

Klein stopped what he was doing and asked in surprise, "How did you get out?"

"I went inside to meet an acquaintance and reached some cooperation with him."

Renekton chuckled and raised the black and green gourd in his hand.

As he spoke, his deep gaze swept around and he easily saw the main eye of the evil magic monster that was wrapped in Klein's spirit body.

It is precisely because of the attraction of this extraordinary material, driven by the instinct to complete itself, that the spirit world predator appeared when Renekton had already disturbed the city and tried to hunt Klein.

Soon, Renekton saw the "invisible man" in a translucent white robe hiding dozens of meters below the ground.

"It hides underground."

As he spoke, he gently shook the green gourd in his hand, and a drop of water that had no luster at all, and was extremely heavy and cold, flew out.

The moment the water drop appeared, the aura of death, eternal sleep and darkness began to grow wildly around it.

It is like drops of ink falling into a water tank, spreading outward madly and assimilating the surrounding things.

A dark tide grew from nothingness, surging downwards quickly, and in the blink of an eye it had reached deep underground, enveloping the "invisible man" in a translucent white robe hiding underground, silently pulling him into a deep sleep, and causing him to die little by little in his sleep.

Klein looked at the streets and buildings around him that seemed to have experienced tens of millions of years in an instant, and suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

He swallowed subconsciously and asked:

"What was that drop of water just now?"

"At that moment just now, I felt like I was back above the gray fog, divining the Eternal Blazing Sun and the True Creator. No, it's even more dangerous than divining them!"

"A drop from the 'River of Everlasting Darkness'."

As he spoke, Renekton reached down and grasped. A huge invisible hand penetrated the weathered ground and pulled out the dormant spirit plunderer.

After taking a look at the Spirit World Plunderer whose translucent robe had turned black, Renekton turned his head to look at Klein and said:

"It's contaminated. Remember to purify the material before using it."

After a pause, thinking about Klein's limited use of Sefirah Castle, he added:

"Use ritual magic to pry open the power of the gray fog. The aura of 'Source Castle' can dispel the pollution of the 'River of Eternal Darkness', and it will not harm you." "I understand." Klein nodded slightly in response.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of Renekton in front of him was reduced to a faint glow rushing into the distance.

You haven't given me the soul worm yet. Klein raised his hand, then put it down helplessly.

Sighing, he looked at the spirit plunderer whose breath was rapidly weakening at his feet, stretched out the Poseidon's scepter, and hit the opponent's spirit body.

It's sizzling!

Silver-white lightning as thick as a bucket appeared out of nowhere and struck directly at the sleeping spirit plunderer, smashing the spirit plunderer, who was covered in a layer of black, into slightly illusory bubbles.

As if affected by the pollution of the "River of Eternal Darkness", the characteristics of the spirit world plunderer were quickly released. In less than half a minute, a palm-sized human-like creature made up of worm-like things condensed out.

The interior of the human figure was filled with dark liquid, with bubbles popping out from time to time, bringing with it a sense of weirdness, madness, secrecy, change, death, and sleep.

After just a quick look, Klein felt a wave of dizziness coming over him. Without any hesitation, he used his spiritual body to contain the real soul and dust of the spirit world plunderer, and then ended his response to the ritual.

His spirit instantly disappeared in this ancient and evil city and returned to the space above the gray fog.

In the library deep in the spiritual world, countless brass lights were floating, outlining strange symbols in the air, isolating the decayed and decayed area in the middle from the surroundings.

Mr. Huang, who was wearing a burnt yellow robe, stood outside the area where the bronze light was floating. His calm eyes showed a rare hint of anger. He said in a bad tone:

"Don't bring anything to me. This is not a place for you to throw away your garbage."

"I'm sorry, it was just an accident."

Renekton's voice came from the decayed and rotten area.

Around him, stars flickered unsteadily, the surrounding physical laws were modified, the dark river water floated quietly in the air, and gradually gathered under the starlight, and was put into a dark brown glass bottle inlaid with gold.

After cleaning up the water of the "River of Everdarkness", Renekton breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned his head to look at the library that was eroded beyond recognition by the aura of death, decay, darkness, etc. He chuckled awkwardly, then half-knelt down and pressed his right hand wearing a mechanical glove on the gray floor.

A series of dim, unclear, and colorless rays of light, as if composed of a vast amount of illusory things, spread out from his body, rapidly changing the material structure around him and clearing away the remaining aura of death, decay, decay, and darkness.

In less than half a minute, the surrounding areas eroded by the water of the "River of Eternal Darkness" returned to their original state.

Mr. Huang appeared silently, and he said in a very cold voice:

"Hmph! Don't bring weird things to me anymore."

"Don't worry, it won't happen again." Renekton smiled awkwardly.

Mr. Huang nodded slightly, which was considered to be a change of topic. His eyes fell on the dark brown glass bottle inlaid with gold in Renekton's hand, and he said calmly:

"You went to Ciudad Calderón? What agreement did you make with it?"

Renekton summoned an invisible servant and handed him the glass bottle of water from the River of Everdarkness. He then looked at Mr. Huang and replied with a chuckle:

"Help him infect a target."

"You want to take action against those people in the royal faction of the Spiritual Cult?"

Mr. Huang spoke in surprise, and after a pause, he overturned his previous statement and said:

"No, that's not appropriate. In a way, they are potential allies, so you plan to support Kuroyoru?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, the 'Eternal Dark River' has too much advantage in the Western Continent. Moreover, choosing the night will allow me to gain more help in the subsequent battles."

Mr. Huang nodded slightly. He looked around the library calmly for a while, and the books on the shelves started to move spontaneously.

Amid the rustling sound of pages turning, Mr. Huang asked calmly:

"The war between Darknight and Badhair is also the ceremony for Adam's godhood. What are your plans?"

Renekton glanced at Mr. Huang, who had a calm expression, and chuckled:

"Angelweed is already interfering with Adam's plan for 0-08, but it is difficult for him to succeed now, whether it is due to the decline of his own strength or the lack of allies."

A book with many dragon patterns on the cover flew from the bookshelf into Mr. Huang's hands. He flipped through the book and exclaimed:

"He is not short of allies. When necessary, we still have some tacit understanding between us."

(End of this chapter)