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Chapter 181 Fierce Battle 1

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Chapter 181 Fierce Battle

  Renekton kept turning the bone staff in his hand like a juggling stick, while his eyes were fixed on the three figures approaching quickly.

Following closely behind him was a pale man with a few inconspicuous black spots on his face, like traces left after the healing of rotten wounds. His eyes were full of malice, and he did not hide it at all.

He is more like a living corpse hungry for fresh flesh and blood than a human being.

"Zombie Jason." Renekton, who was sitting in the shadows, murmured in a low voice, and then focused on the figure at the back.

About ten meters behind the zombie Jason, there was a thin but strong man with shaved hair that stood up like spikes.

The tip of the palm has a metallic luster, and the black nails reflect the crimson moonlight. These nails look like black daggers.

The distance between him and Maric and Jason in front was getting wider and wider.

"Werewolf." Renekton groaned, recalling the werewolf he had encountered in Feneport.

The thumb of his right hand gently rubbed the bone staff in his hand, and his eyes looked at the werewolf with undisguised murderous intent.

The distance between Maric and Jason was always within seven or eight meters, sometimes lengthening, sometimes shortening, over and over again.

While Jason was chasing Maric, the black spots on his face gradually expanded and became transparent, as if there was rotten liquid flowing out.

Wherever Maric and Jason passed, a layer of white frost formed, freezing the surrounding soil inch by inch, and the surrounding weeds were rotting and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Whoa!

  A pale palm stretched out from the frost-covered soil and accurately grasped Jason's ankle.

Snapped! As expected, Jason twisted his body and kicked hard, breaking the hand sticking out of the dirt from his wrist.

The flesh and blood at the fracture had long since rotted, and strips of white maggots were scrambling to wriggle out from the inside.

Having arrived at the ambush location, Maric finally stopped, pinched his lips with his hands, and blew a shrill whistle.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

  Living corpses emerged from the surrounding soil one after another, and a cold wind blew around them.

Countless transparent shadows seemed to smell the blood feast and swarmed towards Jason, constantly tearing and biting his body.

"Hmph!" Jason also stopped and snorted coldly.

Shadows flew out from him in an instant, some screamed and disappeared, and some were lost in place.

The next moment, Maric and Jason raised their right hands at the same time, aiming at each other with their index fingers.

Silently, the air between the two exploded, sending out wisps of black air.

Jason made no other moves, but Maric took a step back, and a few strands of his messy hair withered and fell down in an instant.

Jason stared at Maric with undisguised malicious eyes, as if looking at a prey that was about to be obtained, and laughed in a disdainful and hoarse voice:

"Maric, you are still so weak."

At this time, Tyr, the werewolf who had been thrown away by Jason and Maric before, came over.

"Don't rush to deal with Maric, wait for Sharon to rescue him, Lord Steve will arrive soon."

Werewolf Tyr said in a low voice.

Renekton, who was sitting on the roof of a nearby warehouse and watched this scene quietly, narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that this werewolf seemed to be more rational than the zombie Jason.

"Are the Extraordinaries of the indulgent faction of the Rose School of Thought more and more crazy the higher they are?"

Renekton looked at the scene below and murmured softly.

Jason, who was originally standing in front of the werewolf Tyr, suddenly turned his head, his pale face looked gloomy, and a figure vaguely appeared in his eyes.

The figure was wearing a black palace dress, with pale golden hair, a delicate face, and bloodless skin, making her look like an exquisite doll.

Jason's two palms stretched out and pinched the neck of werewolf Tyr.

Crunch! The sound of bones being unable to hold up was heard.

The next moment, Tyre's neck swelled up, growing hard black hairs, which briefly resisted the force on his neck.

Taking advantage of the little breathing space gained by turning into a werewolf, Tyre reached into his pocket and broke a certain preset spiritual shackles.

In an instant, the entire open space and the surrounding warehouses were enveloped in a crimson moonlight.

The force on Werewolf Tyr's neck gradually weakened, and Sharon's figure slowly emerged from behind Jason.

A proud and cruel smile appeared on Tai's face, and he took out a dark red jewelry from his pocket that constantly exuded tranquility. The jewelry was in the shape of a full moon, surrounded by crimson gemstones one after another. In the middle are symbols and mysterious patterns symbolizing the moon.

It is like a shrunken "full moon", a "full moon" filled with crimson.

Sharon instinctively took a few steps back, her illusory and erratic spiritual state fading away, and then she fell to the ground, her complicated black palace dress stained with dust and mud on the ground.

Tyr held up the circular ornament that was blooming with crimson moonlight. He gasped and laughed hoarsely: "It's a pity that your counterattack has been anticipated by Lord Steve, and Sharon, you have the highest priority." The object of his possession must be Jason, who is higher in rank than me, so he handed over the Crimson Moon Crown to me."

"Guess, where is he now?"

A burst of bright but not dazzling light, like the bright and holy morning light, scattered, covering the warehouses in this area and the enclosed open space in the middle.

The bright morning light and the crimson moonlight competed with each other, and the light became chaotic and blended.

Sharon stood up from the ground again, but she did not turn into a spirit state.

Because although the surrounding crimson moonlight was somewhat suppressed by the light of the morning sun, its influence was still there, and the dawn here also had a certain weakening and influence on her, especially when she was in the spirit state.

"Doesn't this mean that I have to wait until I find the wronged soul Steve before taking action? Has Al found the hidden wronged soul? Or did he directly intervene in the battle because of changes in the plan?"

Klein, who was also hiding in the shadows, frowned, feeling anxious in his heart. His previous plan was completely disrupted.

While Klein was still hesitating whether he should take action, the battle below became more intense.

The morning light, which competed with the crimson moonlight for dominance, formed chains in the air and began to restrain the werewolf Tyr and the zombie Jason.

Sharon took advantage of this opportunity, took two steps back, then raised her arms with some difficulty, and took off the black glove on her right palm with her left hand.

The next moment, endless illusory light burst out from Sharon's palm. In front of Sharon, they intertwined into a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and filled with indescribable meanings.

The door shook, opened with a creak, and cracked a gap!

  A pair of arms, some pale, some transparent, some full of teeth, or some bloody and skinless, stretched out from the gap, crossed the void, and grabbed the werewolf Tyr holding the crimson moon crown high.

A pair of indescribable eyes were densely packed, hiding behind the bronze door, quietly watching the prey ahead.

Before the werewolf Tyr could completely break free from the chains condensed by the morning light, he was grabbed by arms one after another. The smooth illusory tentacles and the blue-black vines that highlighted the baby faces were about to begin to wrap around him. Thiel.

These strange things cried and screamed, trying their best to drag the werewolf Tyr towards the door.

The werewolf Tyr tried hard to maintain his own sense and not let himself drop the moon crown he held high behind him.

Because Maric had taken a sedative beforehand, he was not completely affected by the full moon fruit brought by the crimson moon corona.

Taking this opportunity, he immediately poured the last two sedatives into his mouth.

Layers of frost spread towards Sharon, and Jason had broken free from the restrictions of the chains.

Stretch out your right hand, thumb pointing up, and index finger aimed at Sharon.

Maric quickly pointed at Jason with the same gesture. Silently, the air around Sharon exploded, and Sharon was pushed several meters away by the air wave.

The light of the morning light weakened Maric and Jason's spells, and at the same time protected Sharon just now.

The next moment, several pure and blazing rays of light hit Jason and Tyr one after another. The purifying power directly penetrated their flesh and blood and began to spread on their bodies.

On the roof of a warehouse nearby, a slowly rotating brass ring was suspended behind Renekton, surrounded by many pale yellow papers with strange patterns and symbols floating in the air.

The next moment, Renekton's figure instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The statue shattered into pieces, and bright stars surged out.

Maric quickly threw Jason down and violently attacked, causing Jason's body to be torn apart.

But the next moment, Maric's movements became sluggish, and then he paused. He grabbed his neck uncontrollably and began to exert force.

The shadow under Maric suddenly came to life, and flooded up like water, entangled him tightly, and his suicidal behavior was also restricted.

The bright stars surged and appeared next to the werewolf Tyr who was about to be dragged into the bronze door. Pieces of starlight began to reunite inside, and Renekton's figure walked out holding a bone staff.

He raised his hand and gently touched the blade-like end of the bone staff, and the power derived from the fall surged out, condensing into an extremely sharp blade that was as long as his arm.

Steve, the evil spirit possessing Maric, wants to leave Maric's body to support Tyr. The most important thing is not to let the Crimson Moon Crown be taken away.

A sacred, clear, brilliant and pure warm light descended from the sky directly enveloped Maric and Jason together.

The shadow that wrapped around Maric's body became a layer of protection at this time.

The living corpse Jason on the side, who had not yet recovered from the consecutive purification cuts, had bursts of black smoke coming out of his body.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and in the open space that was already far away from the scope of the holy light, a light golden stream of light arrived in an instant, hitting the seemingly empty open space.

A bright flame erupted where the bullet hit, and a figure wearing a black tuxedo and a dark red cloak was quickly outlined.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 182 Fierce Battle 2

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Chapter 182 Fierce Battle II

  Renekton ignored the struggle of the people behind him, holding the flesh-spirit blade condensed at the end of the bone staff, and stabbed straight into the heart of the werewolf Tyr.

The Blade of Soul and Flesh has stronger damage and ability to break down creatures with corrupt thoughts. The body of werewolf Tyr was like a piece of tofu, easily pierced by the Blade of Soul and Flesh.

The accompanying ability to corrode flesh and blood and annihilate souls continued to corrode Taire's body from the wounds.

In order not to waste the characteristics, Renekton continued to use the flesh blade to cut off the arms, vines and tentacles extending from the bronze door.

After cutting off the hand of werewolf Tyr, he kicked his body directly out of the scope of the bronze door.

The crimson moon crown fell to the ground along with Tyr's palm, and was kicked towards Sharon by Renekton.

Then the surrounding shadows came to life in an instant, turning into pitch-black tentacles and attacking towards Steve, the wronged soul entangled by Klein.

The next moment, the figure of the wronged soul Steve disappeared from the place.

And two identical figures reflected in Klein's eyes:

He wears a black tuxedo, a dark red cloak, a slicked-back hair with pomade, flashing green eyes, and a pale face that is probably in his forties.

Klein's body quickly stiffened, his eyes became dull, and his thoughts gradually became blurred.

Two sacred, clear, brilliant and pure warm rays of light descended from the sky, almost in no particular order.

It was like a pillar of light coming from the Kingdom of the Sun, bringing a brilliant feeling and divine purification, completely enveloping Klein.

The two summoning holy lights of the solar realm come from Klein's self-rescue through the sun brooch worn on his chest, and the solar realm spell imitated by Renekton.

Klein, who was possessed by the wronged spirit, gradually regained his luster in his eyes. Immediately afterwards, his figure quickly burned and became brittle and scorched, leaving only a thin piece of paper.

The next moment, Renekton, whose eyes were covered with a layer of blue-white fluorescence, was dyed rich in gold.

The slowly rotating brass ring behind him made the sound of creaking gears, and then the rich golden color on his body spread out layer by layer like water waves.

Sharon, Maric and Jason all froze for a moment at the same time, bursts of black smoke rose from their bodies, and a hissing sound could even be heard.

"Ah!" A shrill scream sounded.

Not far from Maric, the figure of the wronged soul Steve fell out of thin air. His pale skin turned red as if it had been scalded by boiling water, and layers of heat mixed with black smoke rose from his body.

Steve's body quickly switched from the spirit state to the flesh and blood state. This purifying power is the nemesis of filth and undead.

Klein seized the opportunity, and the dark golden sunbird brooch in front of him flashed with brilliance, and golden illusory flames instantly ignited around the fallen soul Steve.

These flames exuding the breath of the sun were densely packed and soon formed a golden ocean.

During this time, Sharon had obtained the Crimson Moon Crown from the broken palm of the werewolf Tyr who was kicked to her side by Renekton.

The crimson moonlight that had been shrouding the surroundings disappeared without a trace, and Sharon's and Maric's conditions were recovering rapidly.

Steve endured the burning and blazing, and rushed out of the burning range of the dense fire of light that stretched into an ocean.

The tuxedo and cape on his body were in tatters, and the hair on his hair was all yellow and bald.

With Steve at the center, an extremely low-temperature hurricane roared and swept around.

The surrounding air temperature dropped rapidly, hoarfrost condensed on the ground, cold and transparent ice spread rapidly, and beautiful and dreamy snowflakes even floated in the air.

Klein, who was in the midst of the negative fruits of the sun brooch, couldn't help but shudder.

"He wants to escape." Sharon's ethereal voice came.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Thin ice crystal arrows struck in the cold wind and snowflakes.

The shadows around Renekton continued to squirm, as if they wanted to grow arms and legs and rise from the ground.

But the next moment, these wriggling shadows disintegrated into a dark darkness, and quickly spread towards the wronged soul Steve in the center of the cold wind.

All the snowflakes and ice crystal arrows that were touched by this darkness were stained with a layer of sticky black and corroded and broken instantly.

Sharon's figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, Jason, the living corpse entangled with Maric, paused.

A look of struggle appeared on Jason's pale face, full of corrosion and burn marks, but it quickly disappeared.

His eyes became dull, and his eyes reflected an image of a man wearing a black palace dress with complicated patterns, a small soft hat on his head, and his long blond hair was messy and disheveled.

In just a moment, Sharon had completed possessing Jason's spirit.

Jason slowly stretched out his hands and grabbed his neck, harder and harder.

The ice layer created by the Wrong Soul Steve that can be used for mirror flash is completely covered by shadows, and there are large shadows around it trying to engulf him.

Steve suddenly stretched out his left hand and let out a silent scream, shattering all the surrounding shadows.

The rest of the people around him were also affected. Klein, who was farthest away, only felt that his head was dizzy and tingling, as if it was about to explode.

Maric, who was trying to attack Steve, stopped, covered his head in great pain, and fell to the ground. Jason, the living corpse possessed by the ghost of an innocent man, paused for a moment to strangle his neck, but he quickly recovered.

The creeping shadows around him turned into a pair of pitch-black armor, covering Renekton's body, resisting most of the damage caused by the screams of resentful souls. But this kind of damage that directly hit his soul still made Renekton feel that his thinking was stagnant and his head was dizzy.

Seeing that the scream of the resentful soul did not achieve the effect he wanted, Steve squatted down slightly and pressed his hands on the ground.

The surrounding ground suddenly turned black, and seemed to have turned into a muddy abyss. A twisted bloody vine grew out of it. It was divided into multiple sections. Each section had four fangs and an eye. This bloody vine moved crazily. Grow on.

But the next moment, golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air around them. These bright flames were denser, hotter and purer than those created by Klein through the sun brooch.

These flames exude the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun, pure and sacred, burning the weird bloody vines into drops of liquid like candles.

The muddy abyss on the ground was also submerged in the fire of light, burning cleanly.

Also disappearing was the figure of the wronged spirit Steve. Wherever the flames of light had submerged, nothing was left except traces of burning.

The series of actions just now were just preparations made by the wronged soul Steve to delay time and find an opportunity to flash through the mirror.

The next moment, in the corner of the warehouse not far away, the figure of the wronged soul Steve appeared stiffly, and for a moment, his eyes reflected the figure of Miss Sharon wearing a complicated black palace dress.

Although the ability to be possessed by a resentful soul cannot work on the wronged soul Steve who is in a spirit state, as a wronged soul, Sharon can still force him out of the mirror world if she is prepared.

After dealing with Jason, Sharon quietly entered the mirror world, just to prevent Steve from escaping through the mirror's ability to flash.

boom! boom! boom!

  Three gunshots, two pale golden streams of light, and one brass-colored stream of light accurately hit the body of the wronged soul Steve.

Golden flames and black smoke rose from the wound, and Steve the Wrong Man's escape was interrupted again.

The next moment, Maric arrived in an instant, clenched his left hand into a fist, and struck Steve on the left shoulder. Then he grabbed Steve's body that had not yet recovered and threw it into the center of the open space.

Thick frost spread over Steve's body, and his flesh and blood was frozen to death.

When Steve's body fell to the ground, it was completely insubstantial, removing the inertia from his body and dispelling the frost that had frozen his flesh and blood.

Steve's body gradually became illusory and transparent, but the next moment, the process of transparency and blur was terminated.

Steve was horrified to find that his connection with the mirror world had been severed.

The open space surrounded by several warehouses was surrounded by a barrier of twinkling stars.

A sacred, bright, bright and pure warm light fell from the sky, followed by two more demon-hunting bullets with the addition of Purifying Slash.

Steve moved his body quickly, dodging the holy light falling from the sky and the demon-hunting bullets with Purifying Slash attached.

The next moment, he was hit by an illusory skull surrounded by black energy and carrying a strong intention to die, like a messenger sent by the underworld.

This was a death spell cast by Miss Sharon, and Steve's figure froze in place.

Renekton threw the bone staff in his hand and inserted it very accurately into the body of the living zombie Jason lying on the ground.

Then he took two steps forward, closing the distance between himself and Steve. Lean your body back and open your arms as if embracing the sun.

A magnificent, pure and blazing beam of light descended from the sky, covering Steve and himself. Steve's body continued to emit black rolling heat, as if it was being evaporated.

At the same time, Renekton himself felt intense burning and pain, and the corrupted and filthy power accumulated in his body due to the use of the bone staff was being purified.

Because of the conflict between the divine light and their own abilities, Sharon and Maric did not intervene in the subsequent battle, but silently stood guard to prevent Steve from escaping.

Klein kept firing on the side, and combined with the solar domain spell attached to the sun brooch, he restrained the wronged soul Steve so that he could not escape the scope of the sacred light.

The strong power and aura of the sun field around him made it impossible for the death spells Steve mastered to even take shape.

"Paralysis!" whispered a short dragon language.

A ray of light green light shot out in an instant, directly hitting Steve who was dodging the attack in a panic, trying to escape the influence of the sacred light.

Steve, who maintained his flesh and blood body, froze in place for an instant, unable to make any movements. Under the continuous baptism of holy light, he could not transform into a spiritual form to get rid of the negative effects.

Renekton's blue-white fluorescent eyes were dyed with a layer of light gold.

Golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air all around and gradually gathered to form a golden flame spear.

Under Renekton's control, the golden flame spear turned into a stream of light and disappeared into Steve's body.

The golden illusory flame suddenly ignited on Steve's body, the majestic breath of the sun filled his body, and there was the sizzling sound of burning grease.

Even the roaring sound was swallowed up by the golden flames, and Steve let out a scream without success.

Golden flame spears emerged one after another, and then sank into Steve's body until he was completely reduced to a charred corpse.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 183 Follow-up

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Chapter 183 Follow-up

  Renekton stopped condensing the golden flame spear, and the blue-white fluorescence in his eyes gradually dissipated.

The golden illusory flames that shrouded the surroundings with bright, brilliant and pure holy light and exuded the majestic aura of the sun disappeared, leaving only the rich aura of the sun and the roasted ground covered with dry and cracked mud.

Sharon closed the bronze door again, then approached Steve, who had turned into a charred corpse. Her eyes paused for a moment, and she said in a calm and serious tone:

  "He is dead."

Renekton looked at the charred corpse in front of him, with light golden sparks popping out from time to time, shrugged and said:

"Easier than I thought."

"The power of the Sun Domain is very restrained against Extraordinaries of the alien path. The strength of the Sun Domain spells you use is already close to that of a Sequence Five Priest of Light."

Sharon glanced at the scorched corpse with the strong aura of the sun remaining. She felt that if she used the method of possessing a resentful soul to accelerate the extraction of characteristics, she would be burned by the remaining aura of the sun on the scorched corpse.

Sharon skipped Steve's charred corpse, and her ethereal and ethereal body came to the corpse of Jason, the living corpse. Her transparent and illusory body submerged into Jason's body.

The dots of green fluorescence that had begun to precipitate began to quickly attract and aggregate with each other, and then more light spots were precipitated.

In less than two minutes, a ball of pale green and orchid, with extraordinary properties that looked like a ball of crumpled rags, separated out.

Sharon held up the black palace dress stained with mud and stains, and the illusory figure walked out of Jason's body, and soon came to the body of werewolf Tyr, repeating the previous operation.

In less than two minutes, the characteristics of the werewolf Tyr were completely separated, and they quickly condensed together with his right hand as the core.

After absorbing all the characteristics, the right hand of the werewolf Tyr naturally fell off from his arm. After a period of distortion, a pale glove with bladed claws appeared, and the glove was also wrapped with a blue-black twisted pattern.

Sharon's figure reappeared, and then came to Steve's charred corpse, silently looking at Renekton who was standing quietly aside.

Renekton understood instantly, nodded slightly, then raised his right hand, and a slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm.

Stars emerged one after another, and as Renekton made swaying movements, beams of light fell on Steve's charred corpse.

The starlight quickly dissolved and dissipated, and the strong aura of the sun on the scorched corpse disappeared with it.

Sharon didn't speak, just nodded her head slightly, and then possessed Steve's charred corpse to speed up the extraction of characteristics.

Bang ~ In the unreal sound of glass breaking, the starlight barrier that shrouded the surrounding space shattered into dots of starlight, and then disappeared bit by bit.

Renekton waved his hand casually, and the starlight surged and dissipated. Renekton summoned an invisible giant hand.

Under the control of Renekton, the invisible giant hand picked up two trophies from the body of the werewolf Tyr, a glass bottle with its own lid, and a magical item formed by the combination of werewolf characteristics and Tyr's right hand.

Renekton left the glass bottle with its own lid, and handed the magical item formed by werewolf characteristics to Klein.

After carefully looking at the biotoxin bottle in his hand, a little bit of starlight surged, wrapped it, and then turned into a transparent amber, sealing the biotoxin bottle.

After doing all this, Renekton raised his head and explained to Klein:

"I have some use for this magical item. Can I directly convert it into the corresponding gold pounds and give it to you?"

"No problem." Klein nodded lightly.

Renekton glanced at the biotoxin bottle in his hand, and then returned his gaze to the glove in his hand that could be regarded as a weapon.

Klein very carefully pulled out a piece of paper and wrapped the glove to isolate himself from direct contact with the glove before he could figure out the effect of the glove.

Maric glanced quietly, without saying a word, picked up the extracted characteristics of Jason, a living corpse that was closer to him, and then threw it towards Klein. His tone was obviously relaxed and joyful:

"This is also your trophy."

"Okay." Klein took over the characteristics of the living corpse and nodded towards Maric.

After taking over the characteristics of the living corpse, Klein directly put it into the small iron box he prepared, and created a spiritual wall to isolate it from the outside world.

The next few people said nothing, quietly waiting for Sharon to accelerate the analysis of Steve's extraordinary characteristics of the wronged soul.

The three of them stood on one side, looked at each other, and then quickly looked away.

When Renekton glanced at Maric, he discovered that the original traces of injuries on his body were almost healed. The scars on the bones were clearly visible before, but now only a shallow trace of blood remained.

After waiting for a while, Sharon's figure reappeared, holding a crimson moon crown and a translucent doll in her hand.

Sharon shook her hands slightly, and the translucent doll in her hand flew towards Renekton.

Reaching out to catch the translucent doll, Renekton looked at it in his hand, then took out a small iron box from his pocket, put the doll in, and added a layer of spirituality to the outside of the iron box. wall.

After giving the promised wronged soul characteristics, Sharon looked around and looked at Maric again.

Then he put the crimson moon crown in his other hand on his chest. The circle of crimson gems on the crimson moon crown quickly dimmed, and the full moon's radiance in this abandoned open space also gradually disappeared.

Klein and Maric also dispersed at this time, disposing of some of the arrangements they had made at the scene.

At the side of the warehouse, Klein bent down, pinched the ring with his fingertips, and lifted the Azik copper whistle buried in the ground, surrounded by human-shaped "candles". After a while, the scene was dealt with, and several people gathered around the center of the open space again.

Sharon faced Klein realistically and said in a calm voice:

  ""The Book of Secrets is in your guest room.""

Klein smiled, bowed slightly and said:

  "Thank you for your generosity."

"Official Beyonders may arrive at any time, it's time for us to leave."

Sharon nodded and said nothing more.

Klein's eyes moved to Renekton who was standing aside, and he chuckled:

  "Wait a minute, I'm going to set off a firework!"

Then, under the gazes of Renekton and others, Klein raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

boom!Boom!boom!

The bombs buried underground exploded everywhere, sending up beams of flames.

They are clustered together, forming a group, and the bright firelight is moving, dreamy and beautiful.

Sharon and Maric's eyes were instinctively attracted for a second. When they came back to their senses, Klein and Renekton had disappeared.

A few minutes later, a Mechanical Heart team appeared in the open space surrounded by the abandoned warehouse.

There were quite a few people coming, there were five of them, each carrying different extraordinary weapons and dressed in full armor.

Frowning at the scene in front of them that looked like it had been plowed over, several people were silent for a moment, and then they solemnly devoted themselves to the work of searching for clues.

In the room at No. 15 Minsk Street, Renekton's figure with his hand on Klein's shoulder was quickly outlined.

"It's getting late, rest early."

After saying hello, Renekton turned around and stepped into the spirit world again, disappearing into the living room of Klein's house.

Klein looked at the place where Renekton disappeared, swallowed his words in response, shook his head slightly, and stepped up to the second floor.

Renekton's figure was quickly outlined in his bedroom, putting aside the iron box containing the extraordinary properties of the Wrong Soul and the biotoxin bottle wrapped in transparent amber.

After going to the bathroom to wash up briefly, Renekton lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

In the open space where the Indulgent Faction of the Rose School of Thought was besieged, a new group of members of the Heart of Machine team had been replaced.

Now the person responsible for handling this incident has been replaced by a deacon of the Church of Steam, Ikanser Bernard. His brown hair is messy and stretched out, and even if he wears a hat, he cannot hide it.

At this moment, Ikang Sejin, who had a firm and clear face, was holding a silver mirror with an ancient pattern. There were eye-like decorations on each side of the mirror. It was based on deep black gemstones, making it look deep and charming.

"Although those rats in the sewers are experts at interfering with divination and channeling, and effectively dealt with the scene."

"However, in the mysterious and extraordinary world, no method can guarantee 100% success."

Ikanser said while looking around at the Heart of Machine members.

After finishing his words, he moved his eyes to the silver mirror in his hand, stretched out his right palm and touched the surface three times.

A faint watery light appeared on the surface of the silver mirror.

After pausing for two seconds, Ikonser took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

  "Dear Arrods, my question is: Who were the participants in what just happened here?"

The surrounding darkness became dense at this moment, and the watery light on the surface of the silver mirror became more obvious.

Soon, a picture appeared in the silver mirror:

  In the rising firelight, there was a figure floating in the air. He was wearing a black double-breasted gown and a half-high silk top hat. His figure was twisted and unstable, his face was so blurry that it was difficult to see clearly, and he was also painted with oil paint.

Under his feet, tongues of fire burst out and engulfed him.

A circle of water-like ripples appeared on the surface of the silver mirror, and the picture changed with the water.

Groups of shadows kept rolling and squirming, and a young figure wearing a long windbreaker appeared in the picture. The shadows around him were like a curtain, hiding his figure and making it impossible to identify any effective information.

The scene changed again, and a middle-aged man wearing a dark red cloak appeared. His body was burning with bright flames, and most of his body was hidden in the darkness, making it very unrealistic to see.

The scenes on the surface of the silver mirror then alternated. Ikanser and others saw a woman wearing a black and complicated palace dress with messy light blond hair, but her face was completely transparent, as if she did not exist.

Next to this lady is a man whose body is covered with long black hair.

There are also figures from the back being pulled by arms.

Finally, the picture that appeared on the silver mirror was fixed on bunches of flames flying into the sky, like "fireworks" blooming brilliantly.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 184 Magic Mirror Arrods

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Chapter 184 Magic Mirror Arrods

  On the shiny screen, the man wearing a black double-breasted gown appeared again.

His body was twisted sideways, facing forward, pressing his chest with the hand holding the top hat, bowing slightly and saluting.

His face was blurred and distorted as if disturbed, and it also vaguely showed the color of oil paint.

The picture stopped abruptly, and then a few lines of ancient Fusac words appeared:

"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask questions next."

"If you answer wrong, or lie, you will be punished!"

The word "punishment" is as red as blood, as if it is still dripping with scarlet liquid!

  Ikanser seemed to have thought of some very bad memories, and the expression on his face twisted, and then became extremely solemn.

The water on the silver mirror flashed, and a new line of words appeared:

  "What's your sexual orientation?"

Ikonser's solemn expression froze instantly, and his whole face turned white and red. At this moment, he felt that the looks from the team members around him were particularly piercing.

The next morning, the midday sun streamed into the room through the windows.

Renekton took down a mirror hanging on the wall, arranged a simple ceremony, and drew a symbol on the mirror that symbolized secrecy and voyeurism.

The light in the room dimmed a bit, and the temperature dropped slightly.

The mirror surface became pitch black, and water light continued to ripple. Between the layers of water light, several blood-red words emerged:

"Who is calling the great Arrodes!"

Looking at the small mirror here that was showing off, Renekton could not help but curl his lips, and before the words on the mirror continued to change, he began to say to himself:

  "First meeting, Magic Mirror Arrodes!"

"But, I guess this isn't the first time you've met me."

"The people from the Heart of Machine asked you about what happened in the abandoned warehouse last night. How did you reply to them?"

Renekton deliberately said some limited words to ask himself a question.

Without Klein by his side, Renekton would never be able to suppress his true nature. Even if only his own rabbits and crows were watching, Renekton didn't want to let himself die.

The dark mirror was silent for a while, and then pictures began to appear. Not long after I and others left the abandoned warehouse last night, a team of Mechanical Hearts arrived.

  "Did you add special effects to the scene where Klein appears?"

Renekton looked at the mirror set in a brass-colored metal frame in front of him with a playful look on his face, and tapped the table next to him with his right hand.

As the water in the mirror floated, the original scene of the fire shining brightly. Klein was wearing a black double-breasted gown, holding a half-high silk hat in his hand, and the scene of him bending down to salute disappeared.

Lines of words reappear:

"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it should be my turn to ask questions now!"

He chuckled lightly, not paying attention to the fact that Arrods deliberately avoided his own problems. He just stopped tapping the table, grinned at a suitable arc, and stared at the mirror quietly.

Arrods seemed to feel the danger. Before the words that appeared on the mirror were completely formed, they were distorted and replaced by a new question:

  "You will help me return to my great Master, won't you?"

"It depends on my mood."

"And my mood depends on your performance."

Renekton answered the question on the mirror in a joking tone.

The water on the mirror shook violently a few times, as if it was being shaken violently.

The mirror quickly returned to calm, and the words on it also changed:

  I just reinforced my dear master's presence a bit, which would help him get more feedback from those in the Heart of the Machine.

This time the words on the mirror disappeared quickly, and after a while new words appeared:

Now it's my turn to ask.

Why do you lurk around my great master? Is this the will of the God of Knowledge? Or the true Creator? Or a hidden sage?

  Renekton brushed off a series of words that appeared on his face and said in a very calm tone:

"Here are four questions for you."

At the bottom of the mirror, a new line of words appeared:

  "You can just answer the first question."

"I hope he can become the new Lord of Mysteries."

When Arrods' question came up, Renekton immediately answered it.

"correct answer."

There is a picture of fireworks exploding behind the word. I don't know where Arrods picked it out.

On the mirror, lines of new words appeared again:

  "The people from the Heart of Machinery came to see me again. This communication ends here."

After the sentence appeared completely for a moment, it quickly disappeared. The mirror returned to its normal appearance, reflecting Renekton's figure again, and the light in the room became a little brighter.

"Running pretty fast."

Renekton looked at the mirror in front of him and groaned, then put the mirror back and hung it on the wall.

After testing Arrodes's attitude toward him and learning about the progress of the Heart of Machine's investigation, Renekton stretched his body with satisfaction and prepared to go to the utility room to get some materials and arrange a ceremony.

Bugs Bunny looked at the mirror hung back on the wall with curiosity and said:

"Boss, what was that thing connected to this mirror just now?"

"Mirror Arrodes, a mirror with a bad character."    "But it knows a lot of things, and it seems to have partial omniscience authority or ability."

Renekton explained to his rabbit.

I glanced at the eager expression on Bugs Bunny's face and reminded him:

  "This mirror's hobby is to make people who ask questions about it die in front of others. You'd better not try it easily."

"Can't Rabbit do it too?" Bugs Bunny asked sincerely.

"Not even rabbits," Renekton replied angrily.

Bugs Bunny left the room with his crow brother with a disappointed look on his face, but Renekton saw a look of curiosity in the eyes of the crow Anu, maybe he would find time to try to summon Arrodes.

After collecting the required materials from the utility room, he quickly arranged a ceremony and sent the biotoxin bottle to the library through the ceremony.

Renekton then closed his eyes and meditated, sketching the appearance of the circle in his mind. Through the connection between the circle and the library, he came to the library deep in the spiritual world.

In the library, Mr. Huang casually looked through an old book without a cover.

Renekton stepped forward and said hello to Mr. Huang:

"Good morning, Mr. Huang."

"Well, there have been some fluctuations in your destiny. Please pay attention to the coincidences you encounter and the unreasonable decisions you make."

"Some small accidents can turn into big troubles if they accumulate too much."

Mr. Huang nodded slightly, responded in a calm tone, and then reminded him again.

"Huh?" Renekton was stunned for a moment, and then he understood the meaning of Mr. Huang's words.

I thought about my recent experiences in my mind, but found no traces that might have been arranged by 0-08 or Adam, so I had to look at Mr. Huang with doubts.

Mr. Huang put down the book he was holding and explained in a more serious tone:

  "Perhaps your inadvertent actions provoked the pen, but its ability to write scripts is very average. As long as you pay a little attention, you should be able to find something wrong."

Renekton nodded slightly, but in his heart he was wondering where he had provoked that pen.

After thinking for a long time, but still unable to come up with any clues, Renekton simply gave up and continued to think about this issue.

He went to the pile of debris in the corner and found the biotoxin bottle that he had just loosened.

He returned to Mr. Huang, handed over the biotoxin bottle in his hand and said:

"Mr. Huang, can you crush this magical item and pour the extracted properties into the statue of the Plague Doctor?"

Mr. Huang stared at Renekton silently before taking the biotoxin bottle.

Just briefly looking at the glass bottle in his hand, Mr. Huang's right hand holding the biotoxin bottle was slightly stronger.

Bang! With a sound, the biotoxin bottle was crushed to pieces by Mr. Huang. Dots of light quickly precipitated out and then aggregated to form a translucent fuzzy light group.

Renekton glanced at the glass fragments on the ground before he could speak.

Mr. Huang directly threw the blurry translucent light ball in his hand at the statue of the plague doctor placed at the door of the library.

The translucent light group carried a little bit of fluorescence and crashed directly into the statue of the Plague Doctor. The precipitated properties seemed to find a suitable carrier and quickly penetrated into the statue of the Plague Doctor.

After a while, the statue of the Plague Doctor gained some less prominent colors, and the metal beak mask on its face seemed to be colder.

"Don't even think about infusing it with the characteristics of the Pain Witch. A virus that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe will make it lose its use value."

Mr. Huang's voice sounded uneven.

"I understand." Renekton had no doubt that this was a knock on himself, and he immediately nodded in response.

A light blue object carrying an icy cold air fell into his hand. Renekton felt as if a piece of extremely cold ice was suddenly stuffed into his hand, and he hurriedly tossed it back and forth between his two hands. Fly to relieve the cold stinging sensation on your hands.

A bright star appeared, wrapping the light blue thing. The starlight instantly condensed, creating a transparent amber, isolating it from itself.

Renekton held the transparent amber in his hand and looked at the things inside with great curiosity through a layer of transparent amber.

It was still a ball of light blue gorgeous gems, with a thin layer of ice crystals on the surface, and the constant overflowing cold air, which was covered with strange runes.

Renekton turned his doubtful eyes to Mr. Huang.

"This is a collection of various frost-like characteristics, such as the frost of living corpses and the frost of witches."

"This is something I collected a long time ago. Although it is of no use, it is still pretty."

"You can use it as raw materials to make some magical items that are a little bit more normal."

When Mr. Huang explained, he also glanced at the statue of the plague doctor at the entrance of the library.

Renekton instantly understood that he really disliked the figures he had made before.

Then he made a sincere and serious assurance:

"No problem, I promise this time it won't be the same as the last few times."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 185 Snow Girl

Fitness Fun in the Park

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Chapter 185 Snow Girl

  After the exchange with Mr. Huang, Renekton readjusted the ritual materials that had not yet been collected on the ground, quickly arranged a new ritual, and took out the gem that brought together various frost abilities.

Even though there was a layer of transparent amber seal, the temperature in the room quickly dropped several degrees.

Renekton held the light blue gem sealed in transparent amber and quietly felt the coldness and strength of the light sapphire.

"Close to Sequence 4, but still a little short of that."

Renekton made a mental assessment.

I have already thought of the imaginary dragon in Grossel's travels, the King of the North Urisian.

Perhaps the source of this gem is a Second Age creature like King of the North Urisian. At that time, aggregation of the same type of characteristics was the mainstream.

After thinking for a while, Renekton put down the transparent amber in his hand and put away the remaining ritual materials on the ground.

After doing all this, he sat on the armchair in front of the desk and began to think about what kind of figure he would make with this light sapphire.

"Frost, Wrong Soul, Navigator" Renekton sat back in his chair and muttered in a low voice for a while, gradually having thoughts.

Picking up the round pen and white paper on the desk, he started writing:

  Snow Girl: She lives in the deep mountains and is in charge of the snow in winter. The three emotions of fragility, tenderness, and sadness make up her soul.

She has snow-white skin, beautiful appearance, and virtuous character.

She likes to haunt people on snowy nights. If anyone who sees her cannot withstand the temptation, they will be frozen forever under her kiss, devouring their souls, and their ice sculpture-like bodies will be brought back to the cave where they live and placed. , for their viewing pleasure.

Putting down the pen and flicking the paper twice, Renekton looked at the story of the Snow Maiden that he pieced together through his own memories, with a smile on his lips.

With just one story, Renekton had already sketched out the image of a beautiful and moving lady in his mind.

Some couldn't wait to move the materials needed to make the figures out of the utility room, and Bugs Bunny was skillfully working on them.

After spending an afternoon, Renekton finally used clay to create a qualified image of a beautiful lady.

Renekton took out the translucent doll from Wrongful Ghost Steve and the pale sapphire given by Mr. Huang.

This time, Renekton did not first mix the materials into a potion state and pour them on the figure to make it into a magical item.

The main reason is that the temperature of the light sapphire is too low, and it has already frozen before it comes into contact with the pure water in the glass bottle.

Renekton had no choice but to skip this step and directly began to take out the materials and prepare the ritual of praying to the Hidden Sage.

Use potion to draw a pair of cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes containing countless bright stars on the floor.

Place candles, figurines, translucent dolls, light sapphires and other materials.

  Snapped! With a snap of his fingers, the candle was lit, and Renekton immediately poured two drops of essential oil into the candle flame.

The flames flickered twice, and the room was instantly filled with the smell of tulips.

Seeing this, Renekton quickly stood up and took a step back, and at the same time he began to chant:

  "The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

"I pray to you for the power of knowledge"

"I pray that you will give illusory knowledge the power of substance"

As Renekton finished reciting, the temperature in the room unknowingly reached a point where hoarfrost could condense.

Renekton exhaled a breath of white breath and stared closely at the extremely unstable light sapphire.

Without the isolation of transparent amber, the different paths and sequence characteristics of the light sapphire mixture began to stir, causing the temperature in the room to plummet.

Bugs Bunny shivered on the side, tightened his high-end custom-made tuxedo, and huddled himself between two pillows.

Fortunately, the Hidden Sage responded quickly. Within a breath or two after reciting the incantation, the spiritual world corresponding to the room type directly overlapped with reality.

One after another, huge torrent of information comes in an illusory manner.

The figurines, pale sapphires, translucent dolls, and paper with the story of the snow girl that were originally placed on the floor in the room all decomposed in an instant and turned into streams of information.

This information was sucked into the air, gathered together, and condensed into an illusory ball of light.

There is still information all around that is quickly integrated into this illusory ball of light.

In less than two minutes, the originally illusory ball of light was dyed a mixture of light blue and pure white.

The illusory ball of light slowly condensed into a substantial form, which was a hand-sized figure of a woman with a tall, plump figure, skin like snow, and long light blue hair.

The snow girl's skirt is like ice crystals, with a clear shimmer. Just one look at it makes people feel a strong attraction.

There are many elements of snowflakes on the figure. The woman's lower body is transparent white and the upper body is solid color. She looks like a ghost trying to disguise herself as a human.

The Hidden Sage left here in the form of a torrent of information, and the space in the room was again disconnected from the spiritual world.

The temperature in the room rose rapidly and soon returned to normal.

Renekton took two steps forward and caught the snow girl figure that was falling to the ground.    Being cold is not only a cold feeling in the body's senses, but also a deep cold feeling that reaches directly into the soul.

Perhaps because the light blue gem was powerful enough, Renekton even felt the aura of divinity from the Snow Maiden figure.

Intuition told Renekton that this snow girl figure has reached the level of a demigod, but it is the weakest kind. It is much weaker than a normal demigod, and is similar to the King of the North in Grossel's Travels.

Renekton sat back on the armchair in front of the desk, holding the Yuki-onna's figure in his hand, closed his eyes, and performed a simple divination.

The figure of the Snow Girl: has demi-god-level frost abilities, and also masters many fifth-level death spells.

You can freely switch between the spirit body and the flesh and blood body. In the spirit body state, it is like a real shadow, with the ability to pass through obstacles, hide in mirrors, and directly attack the opponent's soul.

The negative effect is: the snow girl will seduce every adult male who sees her. If he cannot withstand the temptation, his soul will be eaten by her and his body will be frozen into an ice sculpture.

The snow girl hates people who break their oaths. Anyone who breaks their oaths in front of her will be brutally killed by her.

Renekton opened his eyes again and glanced at the Snow Girl figure in his hand. When his eyes swept across the figure's light blue eyes, Renekton had the feeling that the other person was looking at him, or even observing him. .

He stood up, stretched out, and put the figurines in the collection cabinet aside. After preparation, he would find time to test the snow girl's abilities in detail.

Renekton cleared away the remaining ritual materials on the floor and restored the room to its original state.

Then he turned around and went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare today's dinner for himself.

In Silver City, Derrick, who has been locked at the bottom of the round tower for several days, feels that he has adapted to the darkness here and can ignore the calls for help and shouts from time to time.

Derrick lay in bed, meditating quietly or in a daze, sometimes regretting the impulsive decisions he made.

He couldn't imagine what his end would be like if the six-member council did not believe him, but firmly believed that he was bewitched by the evil god.

No, I should trust the chief's knowledge and judgment. The six-member council will not believe me easily, but they certainly will not simply think that I am bewitched by the evil god.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

  Derrick was lying on the bed deep in thought when he seemed to hear a violent slamming on the door.

Driven by curiosity, Derrick calmed down, listened carefully, and identified the source of the sound of banging on the door.

The banging on the door came from next door, and he heard thin, sharp and pathetic sobs in the sound of collision.

The hairs on Derrick's body suddenly stood up, and he jumped up from the bed, assuming a very defensive posture.

At this moment, the sound of "dong-dong-dong" spread to the metal wall that separated the two rooms, smashing out bumps that slowly collapsed one after another.

Derrick subconsciously wanted to summon a holy light, and his eyes suddenly lit up. The surrounding space seemed to have been moved to the outside world, just as lightning flashed across it.

The sound of banging on the door suddenly disappeared, and silence returned to the bottom of the round tower. The slightest sound of footsteps could be heard far away, and the silence echoed for a long time.

Derrick put away his extremely defensive posture, lowered his head and pondered what had just happened.

Tuk-tuk-tuk! At this time, the metal wall on the other side seemed to be lightly tapped by someone's fingers.

"Who?" Derrick asked loudly with a raised voice, slightly frightened.

The knocking sound stopped immediately, and after a few seconds, a deep but rather old voice sounded vaguely:

  "It turns out to be a little guy!"

Seeing that the other party was able to communicate rationally, Derrick's nervousness was somewhat relieved. He gradually moved closer to the wall and asked aloud:

  "you are?"

The old voice on the other side of the wall did not answer this question, but said with a smile:

"The guy next to you almost lost control several times, but he finally couldn't save it today."

"So he's become a monster now?"

Derrick asked aloud through the metal wall.

"No, he is already a corpse. The moment he turned into a monster, he was solved by the items sealed here."

The old voice said like a sigh:

"I've been here for forty-two years. Well, what the guards told me, I've seen too many similar things."

Derrick asked in surprise:

  "You've been here for forty-two years?"

Normally, loss of control is divided into three stages, from the appearance of precursors, to the beginning of losing control of the body and mind, to finally complete collapse and transformation into a terrifying monster.

Even the Extraordinary in the second stage will slowly stabilize after being sent to the bottom of the round tower and treated with medicines, rituals and other methods, and will return to normal within a year and a half at most.

If it does not return to normal within this period of time, then there is only the possibility of completely losing control. No matter what, it cannot be imprisoned for as long as forty-two years.

(End of this chapter)