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Chapter 326 The Messenger

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Chapter 326 The Messenger

  Bayam, in a hotel in the dock area.

Ethan, who was sleeping soundly on the chair, was suddenly pulled up roughly.

He staggered to steady himself, and when he saw Phoenix fully dressed and carrying a suitcase, ready to run away, he couldn't help but question:

"What's wrong?"

"People from the Church of Storms are here with obvious malicious intentions."

Phoenix said in a calm voice, a hand already placed on his shoulder.

"Huh?" Ethan was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a doubtful tone:

"What did you do?"

"...Are you leaving?" Phoenix glanced at him with cold eyes.

"go!"

As soon as Ethan finished speaking, he was taken into the spirit world, and their figures quickly faded and disappeared.

Less than a minute after the two of them left, Cordoba Roye, the punisher deacon of the Church of the Storms in the Rhoside Islands, led a team of punisher squad members to break in.

A punisher with gold-rimmed glasses on his nose looked around the room, and his eyes fell on the stove that was still burning quietly.

After a moment, he spoke calmly:

"Judging from the temperature and furnishings in the room, it looks like they just left, maybe two or three minutes at most."

"It's impossible. We've had people keeping an eye on this place since we received the news."

Another member of the Punisher, who had a slightly grumpy temper, frowned.

Cordoba Royer waved his hand to stop the debate among the team members:

"At least one of these two people is an Extraordinary. I remember that there is a path called apprentice, which can silently pass through obstacles and go wherever they want to go."

After searching the room carefully, he casually named two team members and said:

"You two stay and watch here."

"The rest of the people will go back with me to report to the Bishop. These two people are most likely the associates of the 'arsonist' Al. Even if they are not associates, there is definitely a big problem with their identities."

Feneport, a warehouse on the outskirts of Sevia.

Renekton signed the contract drawn up by the lawyer and paid the deposit directly to Bonn.

The grain merchant immediately began to collect grain and transport it to the warehouse.

While there was no one around, Renekton quickly cleared an open space, took out the ritual materials that had been prepared from the corner of the warehouse, and began to arrange the ritual of offering sacrifices to "The Fool".

After setting up the ceremony, he gently rubbed his fingers to create a few red flames and lit the candles.

Then he retreated a distance and started chanting in ancient Hermetic language:

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

"Your faithful servant prays for your watch;

  I pray that you will accept his offering;

  I pray that you will open the gates of the kingdom. "

...

Above the gray mist, Klein, who had been waiting here for a long time, immediately responded and spread his spirituality to touch the illusory door summoned by the ritual and open it.

With a slightly illusory creaking sound, the illusory, hazy door composed of wind and light opened.

Things sacrificed by Renekton poured out of it, and several white papers filled with words flew out of it, falling randomly in the ancient palace above the gray mist.

As Klein's thoughts turned, these pieces of white paper flew straight into his hands.

Klein lowered his eyes and took a look. The instructions for using different types of grains were in giant language. They were well prepared, but should there be another recipe?

  As Klein's thoughts turned, food in snakeskin bags was constantly being sacrificed in the illusory and hazy door of sacrifice.

  In less than half a minute, the sacrifice was over. This was the limit that the spirituality of the ritual materials could support.

Klein casually popped out a gold coin and briefly divined whether the food would affect the health of the residents of Silver City.

After receiving a positive answer, he immediately spread his spirituality, touched the crimson star representing the little sun, and conveyed his calm and leisurely words:

  "Prepare to receive the gift of ceremony."

In Silver City, Derrick, who had just finished his patrol mission, was preparing to return to his home.

Suddenly, a thick gray mist surged out in front of him. In the deepest part of the endless gray mist, there was a stalwart figure surrounded by gray mist.

The leisurely voice belonging to Mr. Fool echoed in his ears:

"Prepare to receive the gift of ceremony."

As the words echoed, the gray fog in Derrick's eyes quickly disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mr. White Tower should have prepared the food.

Thinking back to the food he could get from Mr. Fool almost every day during this period, it was delicious beyond the limits of his imagination.

A bright smile appeared on Derrick's face, and he immediately changed direction and rushed towards the round tower where the Chief of Silver City was located.

Rhoside Islands, a small island not far from Bayam.

The figures of Phoenix and Ethan were quickly outlined. Without waiting for Ethan to ask what happened, Phoenix directly threw the suitcase he was carrying to Ethan beside him.

As he walked forward slowly, he seemed to be carefully sensing something.

After a moment, he stretched out his palms and pushed forward, as if he was pushing open a door that did not exist.

In an instant, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns that could not be described appeared in front, shaking, creaking, and cracking a gap.

Within the gap, there is darkness that cannot be seen at the end, and a large number of squirming, strange things that cannot be seen clearly with normal vision are pouring out crazily.

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and a thin layer of white frost appeared on the swaying leaves on both sides.

Ethan hugged himself with his arms and couldn't help shuddering. His lips trembled slightly and he asked:

  "Why did you summon so many spirits? The appearance of a large number of spirits will definitely attract the attention of the Church of Storms."

"collect information."

"Natural spirits are not an area that the Church of Storms is good at dealing with."

Phoenix's answer was concise and to the point.

As he spoke, he retracted his hands, and the bronze door with a crack opened slowly closed again and disappeared.

As the bronze door disappeared, the surrounding temperature returned to normal.

Ethan exhaled a breath of white air, moved a few steps towards the sun, and said to himself as he moved:

  "What do the people from the Church of Storms want from us?"

"Things at sea are not enough to worry them. Do you want to get involved in the Southern Continent?"

"I don't know." Phoenix shook his head calmly.

Under the early morning sun, a gust of sea breeze blew by. Ethan couldn't help but shiver. He left too hastily, and he was still wearing the same home attire he wore indoors.

He turned his head to look at Phoenix, who had a calm expression on his side, cleared his throat and said:

  "My clothes are still in the hotel? Have you done anything about them?"

Phoenix nodded gently and said calmly:

"Your aura has been wiped away. Unless you are an extraordinary person who is good at prophecy, I cannot use this to lock you."

In the bright morning light, the two were silent for about half a quarter of an hour, and then some natural spirits began to return here.

After communicating with the natural spirits, Phoenix's expression gradually became strange.

"What's wrong?" Ethan asked doubtfully.

Phoenix lowered his eyes, his voice no longer as calm as before:

"The Church of Storms has raised the reward for Mr. Tynes who we just met to 15 pounds."

"15 pounds, are you excited?"

Ethan said with a slightly thoughtful tone.

Phoenix glanced at him and said without changing his tone:

  "'In Luen's bounty order, the reward for the Immortal King is only 10 pounds. This is even when he has a pirate group under his command."

"In the view of the Church of Storms, the 'Arsonist' is more dangerous than the 'Immortal King'."

Ethan nodded repeatedly, sighed and said:

"What happened to Kavitua last night is no wonder he knows so much about the condition of this 'Poseidon', or perhaps the crime he committed is more serious."

Silver City, at the top of the round tower, in the room belonging to Chief Colin.

Under the watchful eyes of Colin and the six-person council elders, Derrick nervously arranged a ceremony to pray for blessings.

After the ceremony was completed, he turned his head to look at the chief aside. After seeing the other person's gentle nod, he took a deep breath and began to recite the corresponding mantra:

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

"Your faithful servant prays for your watch;

  I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom;

  I pray for your strength. "

As Derrick recited the complete incantation, a whimpering hurricane blew up in the entire room. An illusory and hazy door emerged from the void, and gradually opened with an illusive creaking sound.

Gray mist flowed from behind the door, showing a scene that was more dreamy than the starry sky.

Chief Colin, who was standing behind Derrick and watching all of this quietly, was breathing heavily for two thousand years. Silver City's prayers were finally answered, but he is no longer the Lord we believe in!

To the right of Colin, the shepherd elder Lovia opened her eyes wide, as if she wanted to imprint this scene into her mind. She clenched her hands so hard that her nails had already dug into the flesh, and a trace of blood overflowed.

As the illusory door opened, bulging snakeskin bags fell out of the illusory door one after another and kept piling up.

Derrick reacted quickly and moved the bags containing grain away, making a small slope in the chief's room.

Finally, several pieces of paper filled with giant words that he was not familiar with floated out from the illusory door.

As the spirituality contained in the ritual materials is exhausted, the illusory door and flowing gray-white mist gradually disappear.

On the wall of Silver City, strands of black and slender grass, like dry hair, suddenly surged up. They struggled to reach up and entwined with each other, like palms trying to grasp forward, thinking To grasp something intangible.

  After a while, these withered grasses seemed to be exhausted and hung down feebly.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 327 How to make food

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Chapter 327 How to make food

Sevia's pier.

Renekton sat by the fireplace in a café, writing on a piece of pale yellow paper.

"Do you know how to summon your own messenger?"

Is Miss Messenger about to appear? Renekton looked at the questions Klein asked on the light yellow paper, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and then wrote the answer:

"With your status, even if you just find a spell, the spiritual creatures will rush over to sign a contract with you."

After a moment, new writing appeared on the light yellow paper:

"The Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm personally delivered the message?"

"Is this really just sending a letter, not a threat?"

Not paying attention to Klein's question, Renekton casually wrote:

"How about you use a 'unique being who is willing to be your messenger'? Let the spirit world creatures apply for the job themselves. Their internal competition will be able to screen out the weak and not smart ones. There is a high probability that you can get one on the spot. Demigods, even angel-level messengers."

Klein, who had already moved to a hotel far away in Bayam, moved his mouth slightly, but was quickly restrained by him.

Demigods, even angels? Are you looking for a messenger or a thug? Let's wait for Mr. Azik's reply first. If it doesn't work, then try the method of applying for the job by beings from the spiritual world. It doesn't seem very reliable.

After pondering for a moment, he wrote a new sentence on the letter paper:

"The Church of Storms wants you throughout the Rossed Sea, and the reward has been increased to 15 pounds."

"Kavituwa's characteristics have been cut off by us, which is enough to make all the top leaders of the Church of Storms furious. Don't be too arrogant recently, the 'Sea King' may even go after you personally."

In Sevia's cafe, Renekton looked at Klein's reminder and replied with a little helplessness:

  "I already know."

Putting down the pen in his hand, Renekton leaned on the chair and took a sip of the shop's specialty "sea salt coffee". Well, it was a little salty, a little bitter, and the taste was a little strange, but not unpleasant.

While he was enjoying his coffee, two figures walked into the cafe and sat directly on the two chairs opposite Renekton.

"Good afternoon, you two~"

Renekton put down the coffee in his hand and greeted Ethan and Phoenix with a chuckle.

While speaking, he slightly raised his right hand, spreading his spirituality, quietly creating a spiritual wall that separated the inside and outside.

As soon as he sat down, Ethan couldn't help but complain:

"We just haven't seen each other for one night, and your bounty in the Church of Storms has increased more than ten times. Do you know what a big temptation this is to a poor Southern Continental person?"

"You can try to report it. Even if it's just some information, you should be able to get part of the reward."

After Renekton thought very seriously, he made a suggestion.

"He was just joking." Phoenix explained calmly, and then asked curiously:

"You took what was left of Kavituwa?"

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"It has something to do with me, but I didn't take it."

"The characteristics of Kavituva and its believers were mixed together to form a magical item with such negative effects that it is almost unusable. It has been sent for sealing."

Phoenix nodded lightly and did not dwell on the issue. He turned to ask:

  "'Poseidon' has responded to believers again. It should be him now. He has changed his image and issued a new covenant."

"Your news channels are very strong!"

It's been less than half a day since the incident happened, and so much news has already been received. Renekton added in his mind what he didn't say.

Phoenix nodded lightly and said:

"Wherever there is a spirit, there is my eye."

"On the vast sea, I can control more natural spirits. They like to blend into nature. They are hidden enough and can easily get some information that is not too secretive."

There were a lot of explanations, and they were very organized. It didn't look like his personal habits, which should have been left behind after spending a long time with people from the Church of Knowledge. After thinking about it, Renekton pondered and said with a smile:

  "The sudden fall of Poseidon will inevitably cause its fanatical believers to fall into the process of self-doubt and self-salvation. They will hold live sacrifices to evoke Poseidon's response. This is unnecessary for the Rhoside Islands. Trouble and disaster."

Ethan, who was diagonally across from him, leaned back against the back of the chair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and added in a calm voice what Renekton had not finished:

  "Moreover, by accepting believers who belong to the 'Poseidon', we will have more channels at sea, and it can also limit the Church of Storms to a certain extent to gain a lot of faith!"

Renekton just smiled lightly and did not respond to this topic.

  After a moment of silence, Ethan changed the subject and said:

"Mr. Plunk agreed to your previous proposal, but we want to know the real purpose of your participation in the dispute in the Southern Continent." "The real purpose" muttered slightly, and Renekton leaned back and pondered for a moment before speaking. road:

"Build new beliefs, develop civilization, and spread knowledge."

"To be precise, faith is actually secondary. Promoting the progress of civilization and knowledge is the main purpose. This involves some rituals, the rituals after the high sequence."

Ethan and Phoenix looked at each other, and he frowned slightly and asked:

  "Isn't it more appropriate to develop a better Northern Continent for this kind of thing?"

Renekton shook his head slightly and explained:

  "Although the basic conditions in the Northern Continent are better, the pattern here has been finalized. Unless there is a tragic divine war between the seven gods, there will be no chance for me to intervene."

After a moment of silence, Ethan continued to ask:

  "What do you think of the belief in the God of Death in the Southern Continent?"

Renekton took a sip of coffee slowly and then replied:

  "God of Death? I don't have any opinion. It is impossible for the God of Death to appear. Sequence 1 angels are already the upper limit of this path."

"Because of the existence of the goddess of the night?"

Phoenix asked curiously. This was something he heard his father mention by chance.

".Lord of Sleep and Silence?"

"That one is trying to seize the power that belongs to death? Won't the other six gods stop him?"

Ethan murmured in confusion. In his opinion, it was impossible for the other six gods to allow the Night Goddess to dominate the family.

"Some will stop it, and some will support it. It depends on their choice of allies."

Renekton didn't talk much about this topic, he just mentioned it a little bit and then changed the topic:

  "If you have no other questions, you can wait for me for two days. I will handle the matter and then go to the Southern Continent."

Ethan looked at Phoenix next to him, then nodded slightly and responded:

  "can."

Silver City.

After receiving the food through the bestowing ceremony, and after it was inspected by the six-member council and professionals, and it was determined that there was no problem, they still carefully chose to let a small group of people try it first.

Derrick was also in this group, and he returned to his home with his share of food.

Putting down the grain filled with half of the snakeskin bag, he gently rubbed his fingers to create a pale golden flame, lighting the remaining half of the candle on the table, and the dim yellow light instantly illuminated the entire room.

He took out the parchment in his arms, which contained the re-copied names of various grains and how to eat them.

Is this flour? And jerky? .The dried meat can be eaten directly or boiled in soup. Can the flour be used to make bread or noodles? What is bread?

  Derrick was lost in thought as he looked at the white powdery flour in front of him and the dried meat that looked like dried strips of meat. He had never had any experience in making food other than black-faced grass, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. Take action.

After hesitating for a moment, he chose to pray to Mr. Fool:

  "The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

"Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to seek some methods of making food from the members of the Tarot Club. The food we have in Silver City only has black-faced grass, and we don't know much about the techniques of making food into food."

Above the gray fog, a Poseidon performance had just been completed, calming the storm for Poseidon believers who were shipwrecked.

The crimson star representing the little sun suddenly brightened, creating layers of crimson ripples like water waves. The prayer of the little sun echoed in his ears.

How to prepare food? Sure enough, the people in Silver City who lived in the land abandoned by God could not understand the simple instruction manual written by Al. It was not that they could not understand it, but that they had no concept of many terms.

After pondering for a moment, Klein left above the gray mist.

He had no intention of asking everyone in the Tarot Club to collect recipes for Little Sun. This was of the same nature as the instructions Renekton had written before. People in Silver City who lacked the corresponding common sense would probably have a hard time understanding it and would have to demonstrate it in practice.

While thinking, he opened the door and walked to Daniz who was lying on the easy chair.

Under Klein's cold gaze, Daniz jumped up from the easy chair like a hair, looked at Klein in front of him with a stiff expression and said:

  "Do you have any orders?"

Why should I say so humblely! My dignity is completely gone!

Klein looked at Daniz calmly and said:

"Can you make food?"

"Making food?"

"Yes, yes, we live at sea, and we don't always have a cook. Um, but it's definitely not very delicious, and it's just enough to satisfy our hunger."

Daniz stuttered in response. Are you really making food? Not making poison or explosives or something?

It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not, as long as you can cook it, otherwise if I go to the chef to show off my cooking skills in front of me, they will probably think that I'm trying to steal someone's skills. Klein muttered in his heart, and then said in a calm voice:

  "Find a house with a kitchen and buy some groceries, a little of everything. You don't need too much, but you have to have enough variety."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 328 Ordinary Time Insect

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Chapter 328 Ordinary Time Insect

Byam, in front of a three-story house in the dock area.

Daniz made five or six trips back and forth to carry the purchased ingredients from the carriage to the room, and he finally moved all the ingredients into the kitchen.

Huh~ On the seat in the living room, Daniz rubbed his newly healed left hand and let out a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at Klein, who was sitting on the sofa with Bugs Bunny, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He wanted to ask these two guys why they had no idea of ​​helping him move his things.

His eyes stayed on Klein and Bugs Bunny for a while. Damn Gehrman Sparrow, damn Rabbit!

  After calming down a little, Daniz cleared his throat and asked:

"Cough cough~"

"I have prepared the ingredients you need, but what do you want with so many ingredients? Hasn't the weather returned to normal? Isn't that 'Poseidon' dead yet?"

"Making food."

Klein maintained his character and answered concisely.

Of course I know ingredients are used to make food, but I asked why so many ingredients are prepared!

  Danitz was still cursing in his heart when he heard Gehrman Sparrow's emotionless voice continue:

"You go."

"I now?"

Daniz pointed at himself, then looked at the sky outside the window. It was just afternoon, and it was less than two hours before lunch. Besides, if you want to eat, wouldn't it be nice to go to a restaurant? Why should I do it? .What conspiracy does this guy Gehrman Sparrow have?

  Daniz was still wondering whether Klein had another conspiracy, when he saw that Klein had stood up from the sofa, staring at him expressionlessly, and said with a slight movement of his lips:

"Mr. 4500 pounds."

Daniz's hair instantly stood up, and he hurriedly stood up from the chair and said:

"I'm going to do it now. What food do you need to enjoy?"

"You know how to do it, do it all again!"

Klein responded in a calm voice without correcting that the food was not for him.

"Okay, okay."

Daniz nodded doubtfully, then ran into the kitchen as if he was running away and started to get busy.

Shit! I obviously didn't do anything, so why has the bounty been increased by another 300 pounds? If it continues to increase like this, I will become a favorite in the eyes of pirates and adventurers.

Sevia, inside a cafe in the dock area.

Ethan and Phoenix had left, and Renekton was leaning on the seat, planning to take a nap.

Just as he closed his eyes, his inspiration was suddenly touched.

Following his intuition, Renekton stretched out his right hand forward and caught a piece of light yellow paper that fell from the spirit world.

He casually brought the paper to his eyes. There were only two short lines of Loen text on it:

"The thief demigod has appeared. The old man said that he is in bad condition and asked you to help him solve it."

Not in a good condition! The bad old man was so bad that Renekton complained a little, threw the letter back into the spirit world, and then raised his hand to call the waiter to come over and pay.

In the spirit world, Renekton took his clone and roamed quickly in the direction of Backlund, enveloped by the stars.

In less than two quarters of an hour, they arrived at the corresponding area of ​​the spirit world.

Immediately, Renekton's spirituality spread, breaking through the barrier between the spiritual world and reality. The figures of him and his clone were quickly outlined in a carriage on Berklund Street in the West District of Backlund.

Leonard, who was sitting in the carriage and observing the outside environment through the bay window, turned his head in anticipation and saw two identical Renektons.

"Huh? You guys?" He subconsciously rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dazzled.

"Oh, it's a clone created through the ability of the Dream Weaver. No wonder he wants to ask me to help him steal his extra characteristics."

Pales's slightly older voice echoed in his mind.

Leonard tilted his head slightly to let himself hear more clearly. After a moment, he asked doubtfully:

"Dream Weaver? Which path is it and what is its sequence?"

"Audience approach, sequence three."

Although he knew that Leonard was talking to the old man in his body, Renekton still subconsciously responded to the question.

"Do you know someone from Sequence Three of the Audience Path?"

Leonard just asked a habitual question. He was not surprised by this. After all, he had an angel in him, a sequence one angel. The key is to get help from the other party. This means that the relationship between the two parties is good, at least. The friendlier kind.

  "There is no need for a real dream weaver. The angels in the White Tower path can also do this as long as they have the corresponding knowledge."

"With this little guy's relationship with knowledge, it's not surprising that he got a little help."

Pales responded in Leonard's mind. Even if it was just a superficial parasitism, the thoughts that were floating in Leonard's mind could not be hidden from him.

Immediately, He spoke to Renekton through Leonard:

"In order to prevent this from being a trap by Amon, I will trouble you to deal with this demigod of the Jacob family."

"So cautious?"

"Before I even get close, the corresponding thoughts in my mind will be stolen by it."

Renekton tilted his head slightly and said in a deep voice. Leonard showed an expression of approval on his face, but said in an old voice:

  "When facing Amon, you can never be too cautious. He is the nightmare of every thief and extraordinary person."

"It's just stolen ideas and a small amount of extraordinary abilities. This shouldn't be a big problem for you."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to think so highly of me, grandpa."

"If it makes up its mind to escape, I won't be able to keep it. After all, these three methods you have can't fight and you can only survive."

Renekton shrugged and did not answer Pales' question directly.

Pales didn't pay attention to Renekton's complaints, but said proudly:

"There are many great fighters, but most of them have fallen, and I am still alive!"

Renekton shrugged and made no comment.

He closed his eyes and simulated the ability of a psychiatrist, leaving psychological hints for himself to ensure that he would not stand there stupidly if his thoughts were stolen.

  After a moment, Renekton's figure suddenly blurred, faded and disappeared.

Renekton Soth casually glanced at the location where Renekton's figure disappeared, then looked at Leonard and said:

"Grandpa, I have always wanted to ask a question."

Under Leonard's doubtful eyes, he continued:

"With your serial-level deception ability, do you have the ability to turn false things into true ones?"

"Just like the dream of a visionary, can you deceive the world and the rules, turn an ordinary stone into a priceless gem, and turn an ordinary blow into a terrifying natural disaster-like attack?"

Leonard's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, as if he was silently asking Pales:

Old man, can you thieves do this?

Immediately, he opened and closed his lips and made a disdainful sound:

"To turn an ordinary stone into a priceless gemstone, you only need to deceive the buyer. As for making false things become real, this is the ability only dreamers have."

"We can achieve this step by defrauding the world and defrauding the rules. Maybe we can do it by mistake. How can I, an ordinary insect of time, have such great ability!"

An ordinary insect of time? Grandpa, you really know how to joke.

The corners of Renekton Soth's mouth twitched slightly. He didn't know whether he should say Pales Versailles or whether he should say he was low-key.

"Control your voice and don't disturb an old man's peace!"

Pales's voice came from Leonard's mouth again.

Renekton Soth simply shut up and turned to look out the window, admiring the scenery outside. As soon as he turned his head, the sky outside instantly darkened.

"This is?"

Leonard made a sound of surprise.

"That guy prayed for a secret power and isolated this place into two worlds separated by extraordinary people and ordinary people."

Leonard was silent for a moment. He thought of the sealed object held by the Church of the Night. Its effect was to create a mirror world that was isolated from reality.

"The path mastered by the Knowledge Church has a sequence called Erudite. They can analyze and simulate the extraordinary abilities they have seen."

"It's not surprising what kind of help he can pray for. However, it seemed just now."

Leonard waited quietly for a moment and did not hear Pales' subsequent words. He asked curiously:

"What does it seem like?"

"It's nothing. Just keep watching and you will see the fighting style of extraordinary people who are good at casting spells."

Renekton Soss glanced at Leonard curiously and saw that neither Leonard nor Pales had any idea of ​​​​solving his doubts.

The clone really has no human rights! He sighed in his heart, then turned his head and focused his attention outside.

In the sky above Berklund Street, after praying for the help of the Hidden Sage and using hidden power to isolate the street into the real world and the extraordinary world, he took off the illusory hat he was wearing and let himself The body shape is revealed.

There was a purple light flowing in the eyes, and the sight easily penetrated the layers of obstacles, and saw a mouse in the sewer, whose eyes were full of wisdom.

"Damn! Who is this?"

"Why did you suddenly find me?"

Flora Jacob kept roaring in her heart, and at the same time moved her body quickly, looking for the weak points of this isolated extraordinary world, and wanted to escape from here.

At the same time, he was also approaching Renekton covertly, allowing him to come within the coverage of his "stealing" ability.

Renekton saw the intention of the mouse demigod, but was not prepared to dodge. He casually took out a crystal monocle from his pocket that had been prepared in advance.

Under Flora Jacob's horrified gaze, she put it on her right eye.

"Amon!"

The rat parasitized by Flora Jacob had an obvious look of fear on her face. She even forgot about running. The rat's body tripped over itself in the sewer and fell a long distance. .

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 329 Parasite

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Chapter 329 Parasite

In the carriage, Renekton Soss caught a glimpse of Leonard's body stiffening for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he heard Pales cursing that he couldn't maintain his image.

After a moment, Leonard sighed rather speechlessly:

"Is this the fighting method used by Feifan who is good at casting spells?"

"No, this should be the way thieves and soothsayers like to fight. They just love to scare people."

Renekton Soth responded sarcastically.

In mid-air, Renekton did not put the monocle on his right eye. He just got a little closer and put the monocle away again.

As he moved his right hand, a spear quickly formed. The tip of the spear was engraved with mysterious symbols, and the handle of the spear was like a branch.

The sure shot, "Gangnir"!

The next moment, the spear in his hand came out and turned into a bright and blazing lightning, streaking towards the parasitized mouse.

Flora Jacob had no time to wonder whether this man was really Amon. The strange spear made her feel a fatal threat.

She tried to steal "Gangnir"'s lock on herself, but failed without any surprise.

This lock involved fate and could not be solved by "stealing" in Sequence 4. During her thinking, she stole the location of a street tree on the ground and allowed herself to appear there.

In the sewer, a street tree suddenly appeared, and the next moment it was penetrated by a meteor-like blazing white light and turned into countless debris.

The blazing white light flashed across the ground as quickly as lightning, ignoring the surrounding soil and cement, quickly changing direction, penetrating the ground, and attacking the parasitized mouse.

The figure of the mouse flashed one after another, but it was still unable to avoid the blazing white light chasing behind it.

Damn it! What kind of extraordinary ability is this, and why is it always chasing me? As her thoughts turned, she controlled the mouse's body and crashed straight into a blazing white light behind her.

The purple light in Renekton's eyes flickered, then suddenly disappeared.

Stole my secret eye? This is the core extraordinary ability of the Secret Peeper. Could it be stolen so easily? Am I too unlucky or is it too lucky?

"what!"

As his thoughts turned, he heard a faint but shrill scream.

It seemed that it was too unlucky. It wanted to use its voyeuristic eyes to find flaws in this world, but through the connection, it saw the remaining screams of the Hidden Sage. As soon as the screams sounded, Renekton instantly thought of the whole story.

Immediately, there was a flash of silver in his eyes.

He reached forward and condensed an ancient-style spear with blob after blob and dot after dot of dark red blood burning from the tip to the handle.

Then he threw it out and turned into a dark red stream of light, sinking into the ground and falling to the location he predicted.

"what!"

There was another shrill scream, a roar of unwillingness as if he had endured extreme pain.

After doing all this, Renekton clapped his hands lightly. His eyes were surrounded by light blue fluorescence. He directly simulated the ability of the Eye of Secrets. Through contact, he found the half-mouse thief. god.

A bit too simple. As he pondered, Renekton reached forward with his left hand and created a ball of wool out of thin air that could guide the direction.

He held one end of the wool in his hand and threw the ball down.

As the ball of wool rolled straight down, it began to gradually shift its direction, falling in the opposite direction to the pile of non-mouse-like things.

"As expected!" Renekton muttered in a low voice. His figure instantly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The statue shattered into pieces and turned into bright stars, surging forward in the direction of the ball of wool, and then submerged into the ground.

In the carriage, Palles' calm voice echoed in Leonard's mind:

"Go to the sewers. The thief demigod abandoned some of his own characteristics. Go and recycle them first."

"they?"

Leonard asked subconsciously.

Pales was silent for a moment and said in a tone that he didn't want to say more:

"Just go over there."

In the dark sewer, Renekton's figure condensed in the stars. As soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly froze.

What am I going to do? .I was stunned for a moment, unable to recall what I was here to do.

Renekton frowned slightly and thought for a moment, then raised his right hand again.

Nothing happened, and he once again forgot what he was going to do.

Thief, what a disgusting ability. What was I thinking just now?

In silence, Renekton subconsciously raised his hand to create the light of the sun field to dispel the surrounding darkness.

As he moved, nothing happened around him and continued!

The thoughts in my mind are very strong and keep emerging.

Subconsciously, Renekton reached out and pulled out a layer of invisible things from the void and draped it over himself.

"The Emperor's New Clothes" turns him into something that doesn't exist at all.

Suddenly, Renekton felt that his thoughts had become clear, no longer intermittently as before.

The thief, who has been stealing from me, has discovered that I have too many extraordinary abilities, and there is no use in stealing them? . Or do you want to steal the most critical abilities?

As his thoughts turned, he casually reached into his pocket, took out a pea and threw it on the ground.

The pea grew instantly and turned into thick green vines, covering the surrounding area like a heavy rain.

A gray-black figure quickly appeared and rushed out.

As Renekton had expected, a white jade chess piece appeared and disappeared under the middle finger of his right hand.

Under the influence of "The Chess Game of Time", Flora Jacob's actions seemed to have entered an area where the flow of time was slow. Both her thoughts and movements were surprisingly slow, and her figure was almost frozen in mid-air.

In this gap, the surrounding green vines were intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, with layers stacked up, and the top could not be seen at all.

The gray-black mouse figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared, repeatedly stealing distance and location, but still could not escape from this deep green forest.

"Unless you can steal this space, you can't leave voluntarily. But in your current state, you shouldn't be able to do this."

As he spoke, Renekton stretched his left hand forward, summoning an illusory and erratic figure around the mouse that kept moving. She had a peaceful expression and her eyes closed.

Around her, an irresistible feeling of sleep emerged. The figure of the gray and black mouse, which kept moving, paused, falling into a state of extreme exhaustion and wanting to fall asleep.

The next moment, the illusive and erratic figure suddenly disappeared.

The heavy sleepiness around him suddenly dissipated, and the eyes of the already sleepy gray-black mouse suddenly became clear again.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 330 Fraud

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Chapter 330 Fraud

A terrifying sense of oppression suddenly emerged, as if facing a giant dragon. The gray-black rat's body froze, and he was instantly panicked and confused.

Taking advantage of the "shock" effect, Renekton continued to simulate the "madness" of a psychiatrist, instantly detonating the opponent's emotions.

The gray-black mouse's head was slightly raised, its eyes were blank for a moment, and then it collapsed on the ground made of green vines as if it was about to fall apart.

Its flesh and blood quickly disintegrated, and small worms with twelve rings, intertwined with transparent and translucent shapes, emerged from it.

These insects mixed with the surrounding flesh and blood were constantly surging and squirming, as if they wanted to reunite as one, but they spread out uncontrollably, as if each time insect had its own independent self.

They mixed with the blood of rats to form a large dark red puddle on the ground, which looked like a puddle of carrion and countless maggots.

A twisted and hideous female face emerged from the pool of squirming flesh and insects. She looked at Renekton ferociously, and said in pain, unwillingness, and full of resentment:

"You are not Amon"

"I know a treasure that has angel-level properties!"

"I can help you."

"Oh sometimes, inherent experience will only make you blind. As an extraordinary person, you can't trust your own eyes and judgment too much."

While talking, Renekton took out the monocle from his pocket again and started playing with it in front of Flora Jacob, who was almost completely out of control.

"Amon, you, deceived me."

The twisted face of Flora Jacob, which emerged from the rotten mass of flesh, was constantly crawling in and out of time, and even a face could no longer maintain itself.

This mental state is not good. While sighing, Renekton raised his right hand, and a slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm.

Stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars shed light one after another, covering the pool of flesh and blood and squirming insects on the ground.

"what!"

"You are not Amon at all!"

"you liar!"

"what!!"

Flora Jacob's screams gradually became shrill and vicious, and slowly evolved into chaotic murmurs.

The pool of flesh and blood and insects on the ground were constantly struggling and squirming. Twisted tentacles with circles of transparent or translucent rings poked out from it. They soon fell down powerlessly under the wash of starlight and scattered into a pool of squirming insects. .

The flesh and blood began to disintegrate under the starlight, and the insects quickly lost their vitality, and the translucent links on their bodies gradually became illusory.

In just a moment, Flora Jacob couldn't even maintain that ferocious and spiteful face, and only a vague hoarse voice was left, echoing among the dark red flesh and insects.

Renekton then waved his left hand, and the surrounding green pea vines suddenly retracted, revealing a dark sewer scene.

After a while, Leonard came to the sewer here under the guidance of Pales.

There were stars shining all around, illuminating the environment. Leonard could see the surrounding scene more clearly, and his eyes instantly locked on the squirming flesh and blood shrouded in layers of light.

His throat moved a little, as if he was swallowing saliva:

"Is it out of control?"

"The mental state is not good, and it won't work after a few stimulations."

Renekton nodded slightly in response.

As he waved his palms, the starlight shrouding the ground gradually disappeared, leaving only a pile of half-dead and wriggling insects.

"Lean closer." Palles's voice echoed in Leonard's mind.

As Leonard got closer, he saw that the pile of squirming insects on the ground were not completely scattered in a pool. They were still lying together in a regular pattern, as if living things were breathing.

Isn't it a little too quiet? These insects make no sound at all. It's so quiet that it's a bit scary.

The true form of this demigod is a bunch of insects. The old man said that he is not in good condition. I can't be a bunch of parasites in my body!

Thoughts passed through Leonard's mind one by one. Before he could think about it, Pales' somewhat annoyed voice echoed in his mind:

"You want to hear the murmur of an out-of-control demigod? I can fulfill your small request."

"Uh no, no need."

Leonard responded quickly.

As he approached the pool of squirming insects on the ground, an ancient mottled wall clock suddenly appeared above his head.

On the wall clock, the transparent and translucent worms with twelve rings are twisted and intertwined. Together they form a twelve-segment ancient mottled clock.

Boom!

A somewhat illusory, erratic, and ethereal bell sounded, shaking people's souls.

Just hearing this sound, Renekton felt that his intuition as a prophet was a little confused, as if the bell just sounded was full of knowledge that he could not understand and beyond his own knowledge.

Under the strong aggregation effect, the squirming insects on the ground turned into pieces of light and poured into the interior of the ancient mottled clock.

Without the support of their characteristics, the crawling insects on the ground quickly died, their bodies twisted at different angles, and their colors dimmed.

"A demigod in very bad shape, but he can make up for my damage a little bit."

Pales' slightly old voice echoed in Leonard's mind, with some pleasant emotions.

After sighing for a moment, He spoke through Leonard's body:

"You can take away these dead insects of time, but they are just the remains of a parasite and will not have too magical effects."

"I understand."

Renekton nodded slightly, then reached forward, pulled the surrounding shadows, and wrapped the Time Worm corpse on the ground.

After doing all this, he turned to look at Leonard and said with some expectancy in his voice:

"Can you steal the reader's characteristics from me and transfer them to another clone?"

"Let's go."

Pales's voice came from Leonard's mouth.

As he finished speaking, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and he returned to the carriage parked on the street.

It seemed that the old man had recovered very well by directly stealing the position. As his thoughts wandered a little, he heard Leonard curiously ask:

"What can a dead Time Worm do?"

Seeing Leonard's eyes looking at him, Renekton thought for a moment and then gave his answer:

"The legacy of that parasite can be used to make some spells or magical items that can steal extraordinary abilities and parasitize others."

"If you have a higher-level Time Insect, you can also make more magical items, such as spells that can steal fate and deceive the rules."

"Give up your idea, my condition is not good enough to separate the Worm of Time at will."

As soon as Renekton finished speaking, Pales used Leonard's body to reject Renekton's hidden words.

(End of this chapter)