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Chapter 516 Amon's plan

Renekton took two steps back to stabilize his body. At the same time, he raised his hand to create dots of dim starlight with a sense of tranquility, swimming around him, outlining strange symbols, simply isolating himself from the information world.

At the same time, the palace complex suddenly rose up from the ground and moved closer to each other. The doors and windows above opened and closed, forming the outline of a human face.

After coming back to his senses, Renekton suddenly discovered that Amon, who had been standing beside him, had disappeared at some point. An ominous premonition flashed through his heart. He no longer took into account the restrictions on using extraordinary abilities here, and his figure instantly became transparent. It turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The surrounding ground rose rapidly, and the houses on both sides of the street moved closer to the middle, as if something was about to rush out from under the ground.

The transparent statue fell into the gap between the stones and the soil, shattered instantly, and turned into bright stars, surging out from the tiny gap, surging like a tide among the buildings that were constantly rising and collapsing. With.

During this process, the surging starlight became more and more powerful, like a bright galaxy covering the ground.

In his astral state, Renekton felt that his consciousness was constantly disintegrating, moving closer to a more magnificent consciousness and becoming a part of it.

The turbulent galaxy sometimes stagnated and sometimes surged, as if it was caught in a self-contradiction.

The mighty and turbulent galaxy became wider and wider, and Renekton, who felt it was difficult to condense his body, gave up trying.

The turbulent galaxy no longer stagnated, and began to spread and flow outwards, forming a ring connected end to end.

In the ring formed by the huge galaxy, every star is also converging and connected with each other to form countless small three-dimensional symbols. These symbols are connected with each other to form a complex and precise gear structure.

As the stars flickered, countless cold and indifferent eyes seemed to grow out of them.

With a crackling sound, the dazzling galaxy quickly disintegrated, and streaks of "light" that could not be seen by most extraordinary people were separated from it.

This light has no entity, and seems to be composed of streams of complex information, moving like a torrent in an illusory manner.

Reunited in the high altitude of this information world, reorganized Renekton's body with the complex and pure knowledge.

He wore a pitch-black robe with the hem torn into tattered strips of cloth, and a spacious hood that covered half of his face. Under the hood, there was only a deep black that swallowed everything, and a light lingering with pure light. Tuan, like an indifferent and cold eye.

There are dim starlights surrounding this "eye", dyed with different colors and with a little warmth, just like his reason that may collapse at any time under the invasion of madness and chaos.

Under the black robe, the exposed hands and feet were dark and dry, without the slightest luster or vitality, and did not look like a living person at all.

On the dark robes, in the wisps of black mist floating around, and even on the dark and dry limbs, there were all cold and indifferent eyes.

These eyes are stained with madness and display undisguised malice. While they give people an unusually sacred and intelligent feeling, they also appear to be quite cold and devoid of warmth.

".Sure enough." Amon's figure suddenly appeared behind Renekton. He curled his lips and sighed meaningfully before disappearing again.

Where he disappeared, eyes filled with madness, malice, and destruction grew out.

The moment these eyes appeared, all the information in that space was directly annihilated, returning to the most primitive nothingness, leaving only a hole that was difficult to see and describe.

Under the hood, the light group of pure light and the surrounding dim starlight shrank slightly, and then quickly expanded, as if they were observing something and recording something very carefully.

In this state, Renekton can see the nature of this information world more clearly, see the activated knowledge, and see the wonderful and fragile balance between various pollutions and auras.

He just stood there quietly, like an observer in a higher dimension, and nothing that happened in this information world affected him.

Until all the streets and houses on the ground collapsed, an exaggeratedly huge palm stretched out, and then another hand and legs.

An exaggerated giant the size of a mountain stood up from the ruins of the city. Its body was made up of the streets, buildings and soil of the city. Traces of steel and gray stone were visible everywhere, and it was dragging behind it pieces of rusty steel. cascading wings.

The moment it appeared, all kinds of crazy atmosphere in the city became active. The shadows were squirming, and the darkness that annihilated everything spread silently. The lifeless stones and wood all grew flesh and blood, and the air It became scalding hot, and flames kept rising all around.

The giant body like a towering mountain quickly disintegrated and fell to the ground.

The fragments were swallowed up by the creeping shadows, darkness, and flesh around them, and soon a smaller humanoid appeared.

They are completely crazy and twisted monsters, showing unabashed malice, corroding and destroying each other.

Renekton in mid-air seemed to be affected by this madness, and the aura on his body gradually transformed from cold and indifferent to madness. He gently stretched out his right hand forward. The dark, dry arm with ferocious eyes was gently grasped in mid-air. The little stars wandering in this information world were revealed, and they quickly gathered in his hand, reorganizing an image composed of Lantern made of brass-colored metal and clear glass.

"What a pity." He sighed in a low voice, his voice cold and indifferent, with suppressed madness.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body instantly became blurred and decomposed into streams of misty light composed of complex knowledge, surging out of the information world like a torrent.

After he left, Amon, wearing a black classical robe, suddenly appeared where he was.

He pinched the monocle on his right eye, looked at the surroundings deeply for a while, and said to himself:

"Interesting. In that state, his status has surpassed that of the 'Emperor of Knowledge'. If I hadn't left a backup plan before, he would have been expelled from this information world just now."

"I only collected the information here and did not choose to take away the characteristics. I am very cautious."

While talking to himself, he gently moved his monocle, and noisy ravings full of madness and depravity suddenly appeared, creating a thick and oppressive shadow curtain in this information world.

Behind the shadow curtain, an extremely crazy and extremely depressing gaze cast from an unknown place.

The arrival of an extremely majestic and crazy will brought the basic information that built this information world to a standstill. The whole world seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, motionless and silent.

The ruins of the city and the bodies of those monsters were gradually stained with a layer of viscous black liquid, which became more and more abundant and thicker, eventually forming a dark, viscous "ocean" full of depravity.

Darkness became the main color here, and the entire information world trembled violently, as if something extremely terrifying was gestating in this "ocean" full of depravity.

The whimpering wind whipped up a dark storm, carrying a crazy will and descending here.

Amon's clothes were swaying in the whimpering wind. There was always a smile on his lips, and the emotions in his eyes were deep and restrained.

"Show me what you look like after you're free from madness."

As he spoke, he took off the monocle he was wearing, pinched the edge of the lens with his right thumb and index finger, and shook it slightly.

A layer of pale white light appeared on the surface of the lens, and an illusory bell sounded above his head, quickly spreading throughout the entire information world.

The shadow of the ancient mottled stone wall clock above his head was swaying slightly, and the two ancient mottled hands on it were rotating counterclockwise at an extremely fast speed, rolling up an indescribable invisible torrent, driving this world of information. Move against the long river of time.

Under the dark, sticky "ocean" full of depravity, the separated monsters quickly gathered together, quickly collapsed, and fell into sleep underground again, and the destroyed city returned to its original state.

The dark, viscous liquid full of depravity seeped down from the gaps between the city buildings, and soon revealed the original appearance of the city. The only difference was that in the palace complex in the center of the city, an exaggerated of cross.

Amon put the monocle back to his right eye and stepped forward. In the next moment, his figure appeared under the exaggerated cross.

He quietly stared at the huge cross in front of him for a moment, then calmly said:

"The consciousness you projected should be partially awake. Don't you want to see me?"

As he finished speaking, the shadow under the huge cross suddenly became dark and sticky, stretched back continuously, became slender, and suddenly stretched out, like layers of virtual black wings falling down, revealing the figure behind. .

His black hair reaches his shoulders and is slightly curled, and he has a pair of eyes that seem to be covered with shadows.

Wearing a black robe wrapped with silver threads, engraved with complex symbols, and hung with gorgeous accessories, he held a pitch-black cane, and most of his body was submerged in the dark, sticky shadow.

His eyes were very calm, without any hint of madness. He allowed Amon to look at him for a while, and then he slowly said:

"Before I completely pollute this place, what do you want me to communicate with?"

Amon paused for a moment and asked an irrelevant question: "Why Sasril?"

Saslier walked out of the shadows, folded his hands on the black cane, and said in a voice with no emotion:

"I was born from the extreme emotions when the original body fell, plus the recovery of the authority from Sasriel. After the crazy part fell into a deep sleep due to the specialness here, the remaining 'I' got closer to Sasriel. "

"Whether you acknowledge my existence or not, I will eventually return."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 517 Psychotherapy

"Ha" Amon chuckled, raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye and said:

"This illusory world can no longer bear your crazy will. It seems that I can't get any more information."

As he finished speaking, the figure of Saslier in front of him instantly disintegrated into darkness.

It was like a breach had been opened in the dam, and a dark tide full of depravity surged out from here. A substantial shadow instantly covered the entire information world, and pairs of crimson eyes full of madness and violence emerged in the darkness.

In reality, the figure of Amon suddenly appeared in the prayer hall of the temple.

He looked wildly at the half-ferocious, half-peaceful dolls in the hall, and walked out stepping on the dark, viscous liquid covering the floor.

He ran away again. He should have guessed what I was going to do. He left so decisively. If I were a little greedier, I could use his specialness to make the information world stronger, and I could also know from the brief sober consciousness. More information.

He was very sure that he could return. Apart from that lunatic, there must be other back-ups. Among these five paths, those three betrayers can be eliminated, and only the paranoid one is left. He even deceived me.

While reviewing it in his mind, Amon stepped forward. With every step he took, his figure instantly crossed a long distance and appeared directly at the end of his sight.

At the same time, in the dry river without water, a dim light burst out from nothingness, and countless complex knowledge gathered and reorganized into Renekton's body.

The flesh and blood on his body were constantly cracking and turning out, and each of his cold eyes opened and closed on him with suppressed madness.

He stumbled to his feet, pinched his head with one hand, trying to wake himself up through the pain, and grabbed a few times in mid-air with his other hand.

A layer of night with a sense of peace and quiet was pulled out, covering his body quietly.

After being shrouded in secrecy, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell directly on the river. At the same time, he recited the honorary name of "The Fool" in dragon language:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

After repeating it twice, a thick gray mist suddenly emerged from his eyes, and a crimson light rose from it, blocking all sight, and then quickly retracted, condensing into a figure carrying twelve pairs of jet black wings and wearing jet black armor. Tall angel.

In just an instant, the paper angel appeared in front of Renekton, wrapped him in layers of jet-black wings, and gave him a blessing.

Renekton closed his eyes and calmed down. After receiving the blessing of the paper angel, he clearly felt that the tingling sensation in his head was relieved a lot, and the crazy instinct that had been entrenched in his mind was grafted to an unknown place.

His breathing gradually eased, and the flesh and blood on his body and the eyes that grew out began to shrink inward.

The next moment, a deep red light suddenly appeared in his eyes, completely flooding his field of vision.

When the crimson light disappeared, he had arrived in the magnificent ancient palace above the gray mist, sitting on his own high-backed chair.

Klein's voice sounded at the right time:

"You are in a very bad state, do you need psychological treatment?"

Renekton leaned on the high-backed chair, raised his hand to rub his forehead, and said calmly:

"Please help me contact Miss Justice. Although I can also simulate the ability of a psychologist, I am not a 'psychiatrist' myself, so the effect is limited."

"can."

Klein nodded slightly, and then his spirituality spread, touching the crimson star representing "Justice" Audrey, and threw a piece of information into it.

After doing all this, he asked again:

"What happened? The madness entrenched in your mental body does not seem to belong entirely to you."

Renekton rubbed his forehead, which was still aching, and sighed:

"I was tricked by Amon."

"He and I went to a polluted information world, and my state declined so severely because of the madness that prevailed there."

He carefully recounted to Klein what happened between him and Amon in Sexitin. At the end, he added:

"Amon's behavior is a bit strange. He probably wants to use some special features of me to transform the information, but I can't figure out his purpose of doing this. There are no high-sequence things related to your three pathways. "

Klein leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, and said in a deep voice:

"Perhaps his purpose is not to obtain something, but to know something. The world built with knowledge may have some knowledge that Amon also needs."

Renekton nodded and said:

"Maybe, but it's a pity that I was not in a good condition at the time, otherwise I could have left a spying eye to monitor the place."

After saying that, he adjusted his posture and leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed to relax.

In the luxurious villa of the Hall family in Queens Backlund, Audrey and her golden retriever dog Susie were enjoying tea at the stone table in the garden.

"Wang~wang~"

Susie suddenly roared twice to alert Audrey who was following behind her.

Sensing Susie's tone, Audrey, who was distracted, suddenly came back to her senses, looked sideways to the other side of the garden with some confusion and said, "Susie, what did you see?"

"It's me." Alfred Hall, who was quite good-looking and wearing a black windbreaker, walked out from the corner of the garden.

He held a stack of information that seemed to have just been printed out in his hand. He approached it slowly and slowly, and then sat on the chair opposite Audrey. The information in his hand was placed upside down on the table.

Audrey looked at her brother up and down without any trace, and while pouring scented tea for him from a cup, she said with a smile:

"You seem to have some troubles, some troubles that you can't handle."

Alfred looked at Audrey in front of him in surprise, and then said:

"Is this how perceptive the 'audience' is? It's certainly perceptive."

"Then have you guessed what happened?"

Hearing this, Audrey tilted her head slightly and looked at Alfred for a while, then said with a slightly disappointed look:

"I'm just a 'spectator', I haven't become a 'mind reader' yet."

Although I have already passed the stage of "mind reader" and will soon be promoted to "hypnotist", I can't let you know this yet, otherwise there will be more problems that need to be explained.

Audrey looked at Alfred with a smile in her eyes and asked with a little excitement that she was hiding a secret:

"Then what difficulties did you encounter that made you think of coming to me, mother?"

Alfred sighed, pushed the pile of information on the table in front of him and said:

"This is the marriage partner my mother selected for me. She asked me to take a look at it first. If I am not satisfied, she will choose another batch."

"Who makes you the most idle person in the family now?" Audrey gloated a little.

As soon as she finished speaking, a thick gray mist suddenly emerged in front of her eyes, and the leisurely voice of "The Fool" echoed in her ears:

"The White Tower needs some psychological treatment. You can refuse it, or you can agree to it."

As the voice of "The Fool" fell, the gray fog in Audrey's eyes quickly disappeared.

"Audrey Audrey? Are you listening to me?" Alfred waved a stack of information on Backlund's noble children in front of her eyes.

Audrey reached for the information in Alfred's hand, put it aside and said:

"I'm thinking about it. If you don't want to think about marriage now, you can push the problem to your elder brother first, or find something for yourself and your mother to do. As long as you get busy, she won't rush you."

"Okay, I will ask my mother about the situation tonight. Just wait for my news."

With that said, Audrey stood up with the stack of information on Backlund's noble trip, and greeted Susie to walk into the villa.

She did not go back to her room directly, but went to her alchemy laboratory first and asked Susie to guard the door for her outside.

After getting ready, she began to recite the honorable name of "The Fool":

"You are a fool who does not belong to this era. You are the mysterious master above the gray fog. You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

Above the gray mist, in the magnificent ancient palace, a burst of crimson light suddenly rose, then quickly retracted, condensing into the blurry figure of "Justice" Audrey.

She subconsciously wanted to get up and say hello to the top position, but when she looked up, she found that there was no one in the "Fool" position.

She turned her head in astonishment and saw the "White Tower" opposite the long mottled table and the "World" at the bottom sitting in their respective positions.

Klein, who used the identity of "World", explained in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Fool has left temporarily. If you need anything during the treatment, you can still ask. He can hear you."

"I have a deal with the 'White Tower', and I will stay here to protect your safety. Your sequences are too different, and psychological treatment for him is also a very dangerous thing for you."

He was mainly worried that the presence of "The Fool" would affect Miss Justice's treatment, so he chose the identity of "The World" who was in the same position as them.

Audrey nodded, then looked at "White Tower" Renekton in front of her, took a deep breath and said:

"I understand, Mr. White Tower, should we start psychological treatment now?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, you need to pay attention. Due to some accidents, my current humanity is not sufficient. Don't be affected by my rationality and madness during the treatment process. The impact on the spiritual level will be more serious for the 'audience'."

"Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention."

Audrey smiled and nodded in response, while using "Appease" once.

This allowed Renekton, who was still mentally depressed and tense, to be relieved to a certain extent. The indifference and madness that not only impacted his sanity in his mind also calmed down a bit.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 518 Communication above the gray fog

Audrey saw that Renekton's expression had softened, and a heartfelt smile appeared on her face. After a pause, her voice was calm, and she spoke with the power to soothe people:

"As your psychiatrist, I need to know what problems you are facing now?"

"If this question involves some of your privacy, we can ask Mr. Fool to communicate alone. I will also swear confidentiality in the name of Mr. Fool."

No, we can't communicate alone above this gray fog. Sometimes knowing too much is also a kind of trouble. Klein cursed in his heart while maintaining an upright posture without squinting.

"No need." Renekton shook his head indifferently, paused, and continued:

"Due to the use of some unconventional means, the divinity in me and the crazy accumulation of primitive instincts derived from extraordinary characteristics are far beyond those of ordinary extraordinary people. Even with the existence of some anchors, my state is still gradually declining."

"I just encountered a very high-level negative impact in a virtual world. It is a bit like the 'spiritual plague' of your 'audience' path. I came into close contact with the source of pollution and was affected to a certain extent on the spiritual level. ."

Audrey listened carefully, put her hands on the edge of the mottled long table, and thought seriously for a while before speaking again:

"I understand, my judgment is that this is the main reason for your mental state to decline, but in addition, your mental state may have some problems itself."

"It's like a dam that stores water. If the dam itself has cracks and holes, it will become a breach when faced with floods, tearing out a larger gap. Even if the flood recedes, the gap will still be there. The water in the dam will still continue to flow out."

"And if there's nothing wrong with the levee itself, everything will be back to normal soon after the flood recedes."

"From my observation, you have been restraining and suppressing yourself. Judging from your performance, this state has been going on for a long time. It is not a behavior that only appeared in the past two days. This shows that when you encounter this problem Before that, your mental state was already not very good."

It sounds very reasonable, but I never discovered it. Is this the authority of the "audience"? Klein looked back and forth between Renekton and Audrey in surprise.

After straightening his body, Renekton said in a calm tone: "You are really a qualified psychiatrist."

Without waiting for Audrey to ask, he continued:

"There were indeed some problems with my mental state from the beginning, which stemmed from self-doubt and denial."

"Do you know 'Ship of Theseus'?"

"Ship of Theseus?" Audrey shook her head in confusion.

Klein, who was sitting quietly listening, suddenly froze in place. Something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it.

Renekton sat up a little straighter, chuckled and said:

"It's a paradox about identity change."

"Suppose that after the components of an object are replaced, will it still be the original object?"

"Is it still the original object after the components are replaced?" Audrey repeated in a low voice.

Gradually, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and her spiritual intuition produced some subtle premonitions. She could not think deeply about this issue, otherwise problems would arise.

Benedict! Benedict!

A crisp knocking sound sounded at the bottom of the long mottled table. Audrey turned her head slightly and saw a look of worry in the eyes of Mr. World, who had always been gloomy and reserved, with no apparent emotion. look.

Feeling Miss Justice's gaze, Klein cleared his throat and said:

"Don't think too deeply about this problem. You are now a doctor and a patient."

Audrey breathed a subtle sigh of relief, then she nodded slightly towards "The World" and said:

"I understand, thank you for reminding me."

Then she turned her eyes and looked at Renekton in front of her, and asked in a gentle tone, as if she were chatting in daily life:

"What's your confusion?"

Renekton put his hands lightly on the edge of the table and leaned his body against the back of the chair behind him. He folded his hands and said in a low tone:

"A ship keeps sailing on the sea. As time goes by, all the parts on the ship are replaced. Even after several times, is it still the original ship? If it is not the original ship, then the original ship is When was it replaced?"

"We take magic potions to advance and constantly gather divinity, just like that ship sailing on the sea. Because of the habits left over from acting, because of the influence of the extraordinary characteristics themselves, and because of the changes brought about by the extraordinary abilities, we gradually become more and more connected with the most powerful ones. The self that I started with breaks away and becomes more and more like the being at the top of my path."

"When this similarity reaches a certain level, the extraordinary person can become a vessel for the gods to descend."

"If this similarity goes further, the fallen existence can be directly resurrected from the body of the extraordinary."

On both sides of the mottled long table, Audrey and Klein, who were listening quietly, looked a little moved, and they swallowed unconsciously.

"The process of growth is the process of change. No matter how much we change, we are still ourselves."

Audrey's voice had a natural affinity and appeal, and even Klein, who was quietly serving as a listener, felt that he had been emotionally comforted.

As she spoke, she once again gave Renekton a "comfort". Seeing that the tangled and stubborn look on his face had softened, she breathed a sigh of relief. Renekton leaned against the back of the chair, holding half of his face with his right hand, and gently placed his index finger under his temple. He spoke in a low and confused tone:

"I thought so at first, until I discovered some problems later."

"For a while, I felt that I was a vessel prepared in advance for God to descend. Later, I rejected this idea, but because of this, I began to doubt whether I was still the person I thought I was."

Audrey's body was a little tense. She first said "comfort" again, and then continued:

"As extraordinary beings, our changes are affected by many aspects, and we will involuntarily move in a fixed direction, but this does not mean that we become that 'him'. We are still ourselves, just a little bit insignificant. Commonality."

"No matter what you suspect, it is real now, including your existence, your network, and the impact you have on this world."

"So you don't need to deny yourself. If one day you find something different, it's just another identity."

"Just like me, I am not only the 'Justice' of the Tarot Club, but also a noble from Loen."

"."

Renekton rubbed his forehead and was silent for a long time. Then he suddenly stood up from the high-backed chair, saluted "Justice" Audrey and thanked:

"Thank you for your help. My condition has improved a lot. I'll stop here today."

Audrey looked at Renekton carefully for a while, then stood up from the seat with a smile, raised her skirt and saluted:

"No problem. In fact, I didn't provide much help. You have always been in control of your mental state. You only need some guidance and comfort, and you will be able to get back on track naturally."

"But as your psychiatrist, I still need to remind you: You don't need to be too harsh on yourself. It is more beneficial to you to relax your mind appropriately."

"I can feel that your mental state has been tense. You are always paying attention to whether there is a problem with your mental state. Sometimes, relaxing yourself and letting nature take its course may have unexpected results."

Renekton nodded and said with a smile:

"No problem, I will pay attention. Ha. I will find you for psychological counseling in time."

Audrey nodded slightly, then turned to look at the top of the mottled long table, which was still empty.

When she had the idea of ​​leaving the palace, a voice belonging to Mr. Fool suddenly sounded in her mind:

"I heard it."

A crimson light instantly rose, and Audrey's body melted into the light, disappearing into the space above the gray mist along with the light.

After sending Audrey away from the space above the gray fog, Klein looked sideways at Renekton with some hesitation and said:

"She doesn't seem to have asked for the consultation fee yet?"

Renekton said calmly:

"It has been paid in advance."

"What was the deal you just talked about?"

Klein moved his body on his seat and then said:

"I met Gilcias, the second mate of the 'Immortal King' Agaritu, on Tuscat Island. He has now become my marionette. I want to buy the scissors from you, the dead marionette. Don't worry about those negative effects."

"You didn't exchange his head for a bounty. That's not your style."

"Well, 1 pounds, do you accept it?"

Renekton sighed and then gave a price.

I was still sighing yesterday about the gold pounds I had saved so hard. Even if I didn't cash out Gilcias, I would still be considered a rich man. All the money I had saved was all spent in one fell swoop. . Klein pressed his chest with his right hand and sighed in his heart while nodding his head to agree to the deal.

"You can just keep it when Mr. Azik sends that magical item above the gray fog, or you can ask him to help you make a certain seal so that it can be used better."

"Although the marionette is essentially dead, it is best not to use that pair of scissors to harm yourself. If the fatal characteristic is triggered, your marionette may directly disintegrate into a pile of minced meat, or weather into white bones."

Renekton briefly explained a few words, and then asked Klein to send him away from the space above the gray fog.

The crimson light instantly flooded his entire sight, and then quickly faded away.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 519: Transactions in Silver City (Additional Chapter)

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had returned to the river in reality, and the sound of rushing water could be heard in his ears.

Beyond the deep darkness with no end in sight, there seemed to be a long river flowing endlessly.

Fortunately, I had isolated the space I was in in advance, otherwise I would have been swept away by the sudden appearance of the river.

As the water appeared, the dry and sunken river channel turned into a broad and flowing river.

In the dark and cold river, a figure suddenly emerged. The moment it came into contact with the water, his body suddenly became transparent and shattered into bright stars, surging out of the river.

On the river bank nearby, the stars reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

He dragged his right hand a few times in the darkness in front of him, and a transparent crystal ball emitting misty starlight was taken into his hand.

He looked around casually and whispered to himself:

"Amon did not appear again. It seems that his purpose should have been achieved. Otherwise, with his ability, he would definitely be able to locate me directly without me leaving too far."

"The remaining characteristics of that city are really attractive. It's a pity. Although I don't know what Amon did, I feel that the rewards of going there are far less than the risks."

Withdrawing his divergent thoughts, he relied on prophecy to determine the direction. Then his body instantly became transparent, shattered bit by bit, and turned into bright stars that surged into the distance.

In Silver City, with the deliberate help of Colin, the chief of the six-person council, Derrick quickly collected the materials and completed the "notary public".

Feeling that the power flowing in his body was getting stronger, Derrick was in a good mood. He couldn't wait to test his extraordinary ability in the room.

He stood calmly in the center of the room, his hands slightly open.

A sacred, bright, pure and warm light descending from the sky suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire room without leaving a trace of darkness or shadow. This light also had the effect of warming people's hearts and improving their courage.

Slowly lowering his hands, he rubbed his fingers twice more, and golden illusory flames suddenly ignited out of thin air around him.

These flames carry a strong aura of the sun, are pure and sacred, densely packed, and connected together.

Against the background of the golden firelight, the golden light flowing in his eyes became more and more pure, and finally evolved into a seal-like projection, and then he recited in giant language:

"Notarization: Invalid!"

The light and fire in the room dimmed instantly, and the golden flames flickered a few times before they were all extinguished.

Compared with the "Sun Priest", the "Notary"'s physique has been enhanced, and it has been greatly enhanced, but he is still more supportive.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

While his thoughts were floating around, there was a sudden knock on the door of his house.

"Who?" Derrick shouted loudly, while he panicked and restrained his spirituality, dispersing the dim light in the room.

The knocking on the door outside the room stopped, and a hoarse voice that was somewhat familiar to him came:

"The chief asked you to come over."

"Okay." Derrick quickly regained his composure and nodded calmly in response.

The other party's voice was very distinctive, and he could already tell who it was. The guard following Colin, the chief of the six-person council in Silver City, was also the one who was responsible for supervising him before.

Strange, why did he choose to knock on the door today? In the past, he would appear directly in the corner of the room through shadows. The thought in his mind paused, and he thought of the light he had just created in the room.

After gathering his thoughts, he picked up the hurricane ax placed on the table aside, put it on his waist, and then went out.

He came to the round tower with ease, and the guards below just briefly checked him and let him go.

At the top of the round tower, in front of the door of the room belonging to Chief Colin, before Derrick raised his hand to knock on the door, the door was already opened from the inside.

The person who opened the door was wearing a purple-striped black robe and had a gorgeous and elegant appearance.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, then nodded to the other party and said:

"Elder Lovia."

"Go in, the chief is waiting for you." Lovia nodded lightly, then passed Derrick and left the chief's room.

Derrick retracted his gaze from Lovia's back and walked directly into the room. After closing the door, he came to Chief Colin's desk.

Under the dim candlelight, Colin sat on the chair on the other side of the desk, his eyes slightly unfocused, as if he had been deep in thought for a long time.

After waiting for a while, Derrick interrupted Colin's contemplation:

"Your Excellency, are you looking for me?"

Colin raised his head and glanced at the young man in front of him. There was still spiritual energy emanating from him, and it was obvious that he had just completed his promotion.

Nodding towards Derrick, Colin said calmly:

"It seems that your promotion went smoothly. Do you still have the subsequent potion formula?"

The chief still wants to ask me if I can still obtain the subsequent potion formula from the Tarot Club?

"There should be more," Derrick replied uncertainly. "Yeah." Colin nodded calmly, and then said:

"The food we exchanged before has been almost consumed, and we need to trade with Mr. White Tower again."

"But Mr. White Tower has arrived. I understand. I will contact him. In Mr. White Tower's style, he must have made arrangements."

Halfway through his words, Derrick suddenly realized what the chief meant and immediately changed his words.

Colin nodded lightly and said, "Now, let's try the honorable name he gave me."

Although Derrick didn't understand the chief's intention, he still followed the instructions and recited the honorary name that Renekton had left for them:

"The favored one of knowledge and mysteries, the wise man from the unknown, the eyes that peer into the truth, the scourge of the Rhoside Islands, the great Al Taines!"

After repeating it twice, he suddenly felt a cold and indifferent gaze cast on him across an infinite distance.

The cold gaze gave him a feeling of depression and restraint. Under this gaze, he felt that nothing about himself could be hidden.

"I heard it."

A somewhat indescribable voice echoed directly in his mind, as if someone had poured this information directly into his mind.

In less than two seconds, that cold and indifferent gaze disappeared.

Derrick felt a sense of relief. He turned to look at Chief Colin, who had been watching him, nodded slightly and said:

"Contacted, it may take a while."

Colin nodded lightly and said, "Well, you should find a place to rest first."

Derrick sat near the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out the window at the pitch-black sky without blinking. The frequent lightning strikes allowed him to see the general scene outside clearly. The height of the round tower allowed him to easily overlook the entire Silver City. .

About ten minutes later, in the room of Chief Colin of Silver City, pieces of starlight flew out of the void and quickly reorganized in the room, forming a door covered with mysterious patterns.

A faint blue light flashed past, and Renekton's figure appeared in the room. Behind him, the door covered with mysterious patterns shattered into little stars and dissipated in the air.

Renekton went straight to the point and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I want to trade a batch of grain. Is there any way you can get it now?"

Renekton nodded without surprise and said:

"Yes, the price is still the same as before, but you need to wait for about a week, which requires a period of scheduling."

"No problem." Colin nodded lightly, paused, and then said:

"Do you know the high-sequence information of the 'Warrior' pathway? If you know, what do I need to pay in exchange?"

Renekton gently snapped his fingers, and dots of starlight fell around him, quickly condensing into a starry high-backed chair.

He sat back on the high-backed chair, rubbing his chin with his right thumb, and after a while he said calmly:

"I know something about the 'Warrior' path sequence four to sequence two, but I don't know anything about it. If you are interested, you can exchange information with me about the 'Earth' path. If I am not mistaken, your Silver City There is this path to things on the angelic level."

Colin stared into Renekton's eyes for a while, then said calmly: "Okay."

Renekton nodded, and then began to introduce the information he knew about the "Warrior" path:

"The second sequence of this path is called the 'Glory One'. The most representative one should be the 'God of Honor' Bradl, the youngest son of the Giant King. He was cursed because he openly cursed the ancient sun god, and his body is still here. Travel up and down the mainland."

"The 'Glory One' is the Angel of the Sequence who is best at frontal combat, and has some authority over the decline."

"Sequence Three is called the 'Silver Knight' and is extremely good at frontal combat."

"They can transform the power of guardianship into solid, gorgeous but weightless silver full-body armor. Their ability to withstand blows is much stronger than that of the "dragon". At the same time, they have a firm will and are not affected by illusions. They can effectively resist Mental ability effects."

"They can launch attacks across space, and even let the attacks erupt directly from the target's body. It is difficult to predict and avoid."

"The promotion of the 'Silver Knight' requires the blessing of an angel or above. There will be a small difference depending on the blessing gods."

"If the blessing comes from the King of Giants, then his abilities in all aspects of the 'Silver Knight' field will be stronger."

"Sequence 4 is called a 'demon hunter'. A senior demon hunter can use his 'demon hunter's eye' ability to determine whether the target is lying."

Renekton looked at Colin, who had a dark green complex symbol appearing in his left and right eyes, and said nothing.

Derrick, who was listening quietly on the side, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's so powerful. It sounds like there are no obvious shortcomings, but why does Mr. "White Tower" keep emphasizing frontal combat? Are 'warriors' weak if they don't fight head-on?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 520 Singing

"Blessings from angels and above."

Colin's murmuring voice gradually became lower. If there were angels, Silver City wouldn't be so difficult.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at Renekton and said:

"The Sequence 2 of the Earth Path is called the 'Mother of Desolation'. The Extraordinaries of this sequence have mastered some of the authority over the realm of life. They can create plants that adapt to any extreme environment, and can also make life in a large area wither and rivers dry up. , the soil turned into a desert, and no more life was born."

"Sequence Three is called 'Coffin Bearers'. They can use and even reverse the natural laws of birth, aging, illness and death to a certain extent. They can cause good or bad mutations in life and pass them on from generation to generation."

"Sequence Four are called 'Classical Alchemists', also known as 'Human Alchemists'. Their biggest feature is that they can complete the ultimate 'life refining' and create ordinary humans that can exist for a long time."

"In addition, they can also control extraordinary creatures with low intelligence, reduce their madness in a short period of time, create different dolls for fighting and various affairs, and make the surroundings full of life, whether plants or animals. , all can grow vigorously and reproduce quickly."

Rekton nodded clearly, and under Colin's gaze, he asked:

"Is there a 'classical alchemist' or 'pallbearer' potion recipe?"

Colin nodded lightly and said, "We only have the 'Classical Alchemist's' potion formula."

He was not too surprised by this question and even took out a piece of tawny parchment from the drawer of the desk in front of him.

He threw the parchment rolled into a bundle in his hand towards Renekton and said:

"You should be an extraordinary person of the 'Peeper' path, right? Your eyes are very special."

"I plan to reorganize my exploration of Afternoon Town. I wonder if you have any suggestions."

Renekton raised his head slightly and looked at the ceiling above Colin's head. His eyes flickered and became extremely dark, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm, obviously losing focus and becoming a blur.

This state lasted for a few seconds, and his eyes became clear again.

He looked at Colin who was quietly waiting for his answer across the way, nodded slightly and said:

"There will be no dangers beyond expectations, and there will be no rewards beyond plans."

Colin stood up from the chair behind the desk and saluted: "I understand, thank you for the tip."

Renekton nodded expressionlessly. His body instantly became transparent, illusory, and turned into a pile of foam.

Under the illumination of candlelight, these bubbles reflected a dim yellow color, scattering in all directions and disappearing in an instant.

In the waters of the Rhoside Islands, in the lee of Simim Island.

Bits of brass-colored shimmer came out of the void and kept wandering in the air, outlining an illusory door connected by mysterious symbols.

The prophet's clone, wearing a light brown woolen coat, walked out of the illusory door. He was also holding a crystal ball with a layer of water mist inside, which Renekton obtained through the ritual of sacrifice and gift. Transferred from the land abandoned by God.

A demigod who needs to hide himself and does not yet carry powerful magical items, or he lacks understanding of the "Black Emperor" method. Although it is a bit risky to appear in the Rossed Sea, he can't help but want to enrich his collection.

Just like Klein likes to hunt pirates, he also likes to collect extraordinary attributes, especially high-sequence ones.

The prophet's clone stood on top of the towering stone wall, looking at the sailboat rising and falling in the deep sea below. On both sides of the sailboat, there was a white skull pattern wearing a single eye patch.

"'Crazy Captain' Connors's 'One-Eyed Skull', it seems I'm pretty lucky. Now is the right time. The existence of the Church of Storms not only puts pressure on me, but also on this military demigod."

After murmuring a few words in a low voice, he recited the honorable name of "The Fool" in an ancient Hermetic language.

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

Klein responded quickly, almost as soon as he recited the honorable name, he responded.

Thick gray mist surged in the eyes of the prophet's clone. Soon, a tall angel carrying twelve pairs of wings burning with red flames appeared in front of him, and the red wings wrapped around him.

"Soul communication" was also quietly established at this time.

How come you are here? .Klein's voice echoed in the mind of the prophet's clone, and he did not hide his doubts at all.

Find some materials suitable for making magical items, and experiment with the gadgets you just made. It sounds like you are also planning to cause trouble for this "crazy captain"?

He is helping the Loen royal family and the Witch Sect to traffic people. I plan to investigate.

The prophet clone seemed to have just learned about this. He pondered for a moment before replying in his mind: There is a demigod on the ship. I will lure him out as soon as possible. The remaining pirates should not be able to stop you.

Yes, if you need help, just communicate with me directly. On the sea, the Poseidon Scepter can exert its full power.

Above the gray fog, Klein waved towards the debris pile, and a short staff made of white bones automatically flew into his hand.

The head of the staff is inlaid with tiny green-blue gems, a small amount of which is dyed in darkness, and a small amount of which is covered with morning light. It is surrounded by countless pure light spots, from which illusory and ethereal prayer sounds come out, layer by layer. , holy anomaly.

Klein held a short bone staff in one hand and a strange crown covered with rust and blood in the other. He stood calmly beside the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool.

In front of him was a picture condensed by crimson light, which was exactly where the prophet's clone was.

He tried to zoom out, revealing the sailboat floating in the waves, "Crazy Captain" Connors' "One-Eyed Skeleton". The eyes of the prophet clone standing above the towering stone wall suddenly turned light blue, and one mysterious symbol after another was outlined in his eyes.

Brass-colored light spots quickly gathered around him, establishing a wonderful and solid connection with the spirit world. His figure then disappeared transparently, and reappeared several hundred meters away.

After flashing several times in succession, he came to the charred corpse near the towering stone wall.

Even in a windswept place, the howling wind still makes it difficult for people to walk, and the turbulent waves flood the rocks from time to time.

With a light blue glow flowing in his eyes, the prophet's clone simulated the ability of the "Wind Blessed One" to soothe the surrounding strong winds and waves so that he would not be pushed into the sea.

Then he took out a palm-sized figure with black and red as the main colors from the pocket of his woolen coat.

The figure is a voluptuous woman. Her upper body is making a silent gesture, but her lower body is a group of huge tentacles with suction cups, looming among the black waves.

The prophet's clone poured almost one-third of his own spirituality into the figure, and the figure came to life.

With a layer of greasy liquid on its surface, it slipped directly from Renekton's hand into the sea.

Among the surging waves, a few thick tentacles could be vaguely seen squirming under the water, and a strange smell spread around.

What is this? Kraken? Or a sea monster? Klein's voice echoed in his mind.

The prophet's clone glanced at the dark tentacles gradually disappearing under the waves, and whispered to himself:

"Before I had time to come up with a name, I combined the characteristics of the 'Pain Witch' and the 'Ocean Singer', plus the corpse of the dead Naga provided by Vaje Veer, to create a series of Witch figures."

Series: How many witches are you planning to persecute? Klein, who was above the gray mist, murmured something in a low voice and silently mourned for a second in his heart for those witches who didn't know that their characteristics were being targeted.

The more the merrier, anyway, I don't think I have too many properties and magical items in my hand.

While answering Klein's question, the prophet's clone waved his right hand in mid-air, outlining a symbol that symbolized "secret".

Dots of dim star-like light flickered a few times, and his figure was quickly hidden.

Not far away on the sea, the "One-Eyed Skull" rose and fell under the waves.

All the crew members on the ship hid in the cabin. Only a few crew members led by "Crazy Captain" Connors stayed near the entrance of the cabin, wearing cloaks and pulling up their hats, guarding the outside.

"In this weather, you should be holding a woman in your arms and drinking strong wine in the 'Red Theater'!"

A cloaked and hooded pirate looked over the side of the ship and complained.

The companion beside him pulled the cloak on his body and said:

"Who says it isn't? I heard that the 'Red Theater' has recently received a batch of new products, and I really want to try them."

"How do you know?" a pirate next to him asked casually.

"Hehe, of course I listened to what the boss said." The pirate who spoke first said with an afterthought smile on his face:

"Have you forgotten that there was a noble lady who ran away from home in the last batch of goods? Her skin and figure were simply amazing."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a pirate next to him:

"Is someone singing? I seem to hear the singing from the wind, it's quite nice."

"Do you think women are crazy about singing? There is only the sound of waves and wind in this damn place." A pirate next to him reached out and patted his shoulder, saying in a disdainful tone.

The pirate sitting closest to the deck also joined in the conversation: "I was thinking and hearing it."

At the hatch of the ship, a group of pirates were scorning and pricking up their ears to carefully distinguish the sounds outside.

"Na~Na~~NaNa~"

"Na~Na~~"

"Damn it, I think I really heard it." The pirate who spoke first said as if he had seen a ghost.

He looked around, but no pirate paid attention to him. Everyone was listening intently to the singing mixed with the sound of waves and wind, with a somewhat obsessed expression.

The soft singing voice with a strange melody in his ears became clearer and clearer. The voice was so melodious that he forgot to be alert for a moment, and just stood there in a daze, listening to the melodious music in his ears. melody.

An abnormal flush began to appear on their faces, as if they were alive or had a physiological reaction.

The melodious singing voice mixed with the sound of waves and wind suddenly became weak and almost disappeared. At the same time, the surrounding wind sound became much clearer and louder, completely covering up the singing voice.

The obsessed pirates gradually came back to their senses, but the abnormal flush on their faces had not faded away.

(End of this chapter)