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Chapter 166 It's fun time now
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Chapter 166 It's fun time.
Klein's figure was running towards the bridge, and the loud noise behind him made him look sideways.
The shadows in front suddenly squirmed, and Renekton covered his chest with one hand and walked out of the shadows.
"Cough! Cough~"
"It's okay. The movement just now attracted the Nighthawks and Punishers. The witch didn't dare to catch up, cough~"
"Huh~" Klein breathed a sigh of relief and resisted the urge to sneeze.
He stopped, looked at Renekton with concern and asked:
"Are you okay? Was that witch just now? What's the sequence?"
"Two cute little boys, my name is Panatya, please remember your sister's name!"
A lazy and charming voice sounded from the side.
Klein was immediately wary of his surroundings, and the talisman he held in his hand was almost deformed by the force he unconsciously increased.
"Snap!" Renekton snapped his fingers.
A golden illusory flame, carrying the breath of the sacred sun, ignited on the glass window of a house in the distance. The glass window exploded instantly, and the glass fragments showed signs of melting under the high temperature of the flame.
"Cough! Cough~"
Resisting the burning sensation in his lungs, he walked up to Klein in a few steps and put his hand on his shoulder.
The surrounding shadows quickly squirmed, as if they had come alive, completely submerging the two people and a crow, and then disappeared in place.
Then a strong wind roared this way, and swept away into the distance without stopping.
Using the shadow as a springboard, Renekton took Klein and a crow and flew away from Wildy Street.
It wasn't until there was no more whimpering wind around that I stepped into the spiritual world and returned to Minsk Street in the Jowood District.
"Huh~ The response of the Church of Storms this time is a bit unexpectedly fast."
Renekton and he were lying on the sofa in the living room of Klein's house and said with some emotion.
Klein nodded in deep agreement:
"Maybe it's because I've been provoked too many times recently!"
"Is the witch named Panatia a demigod?"
This was Klein's guess. Even the witch's ordinary movements and casual words contained a strong sense of charm.
What's more important is that he felt that Al couldn't beat the opponent, so he asked him to run away from the beginning. Of course, it might be that he couldn't beat the opponent with him.
Renekton nodded slightly:
"The Witch of Despair in Sequence Four."
"With despair as its core, it can create occult viruses and bacteria, spread large-scale plagues, and create various man-made disasters."
Klein's face became tense. He remembered that Al was coughing when they first met:
"Are you okay? I need to go to Harvest Church. Do you need treatment?"
Klein thought that the other party had a good relationship with the Church of the Earth. He originally wanted to say that he needed to go to the Harvest Church to find a priest for treatment. Then he remembered that the priest in Backlund was an Extraordinary of the warrior path, and swallowed the rest of his words.
Renekton waved his hand and said:
"Although the Dawn Knight also has a certain purification ability, it is not as good as the solar field spell I released myself."
"I had already cleaned up all the viruses we had during the shadow jump."
"Us?" Klein was stunned for a moment. He thought he was not infected, at least he didn't notice it himself.
"The Witch of Despair used the mystical connection between her and the virus she spread to locate our location, and then passed on those words to us."
After explaining, Renekton stood up and prepared to go back. As soon as he took one foot out, he turned his head and said to Klein:
"Go to rest early. The witch will not come after you. You don't have to worry about getting up tomorrow morning and you will have a delicate beauty lying in your arms."
Before Klein's face darkened, Renekton took the crow and stepped into the spirit world and disappeared into the living room.
Crane sighed, sat on the sofa, and recalled the outrageous encounter tonight:
Is that demigod-level witch the danger pointed to by the second divination? Why am I not in danger if I go alone? Is it because I can't detect the witch passing by in the mirror world?
It's really outrageous! A witch was provoked out of nowhere, and neither of them knew what was going on, so both parties tacitly accepted that the other was the enemy.
However, traveling in the shadows is not to avoid the punishers coming from the Church of Storms, but to interact with this witch and take the opportunity to cleanse the virus from our bodies.
Klein felt that his little friend was quite careful in his work, but he was also very capable of causing trouble. What was originally a simple investigation suddenly turned into a head-on encounter with a desperate witch.
"In the end, there was no chance to find out what was behind the master key!"
Klein took the master key out of his pocket. He had decided to throw the key into the pile of debris above the gray fog and would not use it again.
In the Hillston District, in a luxuriously decorated room, a full-length mirror appeared with ripples like water, and Panadia walked out of the mirror wearing a pure white simple robe.
The hair that was originally loosely pulled up has fallen apart, and the pure white and simple robe on his body also has some burn marks. This adds a sense of charm and coquettishness to Panatia, who already has excellent appearance and temperament.
"A strange astrologer and a strange fortune teller, it's really an interesting combination."
Panadia walked towards the dressing table, looked at her own image in the mirror, a smile appeared on her face, and she murmured softly.
He pulled up his long, disheveled hair again, and then raised his hand to easily tear open the robe that had burnt marks on his body, not caring about the beauty of his body.
The robe ignited with black flames on her hands, leaving only a few ashes after being burned.
The door was opened from the outside, and a man wearing a double-breasted gown, with dark blond hair, a straight nose, and facial features like classical sculptures walked in.
Panatya, who was naked, didn't care about the man's sudden intrusion. Instead, she turned around and looked at him with a smile.
Ince Zangwill closed the door and took a few steps closer to Panatia. He took off his clothes one by one.
"I saw your name appeared on 0-08."
"Shh~"
Panatia gently put her finger to Ince Zangwill's lips, blocked the rest of his words, and chuckled:
"It's fun time"
On Tuesday morning, when Renekton woke up, Bugs Bunny handed over today's breakfast newspaper, and Renekton took them and placed them on the dining table.
Renekton picked up a copy of the Tasok Daily News. He was a little curious about how things ended last night.
Opening today's newspaper, today's headline is particularly eye-catching:
Last night, a gas explosion occurred at No. 32 Weldi Street in the South District of the Bridge, affecting several nearby houses. There were no casualties yet.
"There is no murderer or suspect, and the problem is directly blamed on the gas explosion. Is it because the recent serial murders have made Backlund panic?"
"If Gas could talk, he would definitely say that he was more unjust than Dou E!"
In Backlund, or the entire world, gas explosions are a common excuse used by major churches and kingdoms.
Renekton picked up the milk on the table, took a sip, and then looked through other information for a while.
"Boom! Boom!"
As soon as the knock on the door rang, the door opened automatically.
Klein walked in, glanced at Renekton who was still eating breakfast, and sighed in his mind that people who don't have to work have enough sleep.
He walked to the opposite side of the dining table, pulled a chair and sat down, and then said:
"I'm here to invite you to go to the Kingdom Museum to visit today's 'Roselle Memorial Exhibition'."
"no problem."
Nodding slightly, Renekton silently speeded up his breakfast.
Renekton had originally planned to go to the Roselle Memorial Exhibition today. Not to mention anything else, there was a Blasphemy card there, although it was not one of the cards he needed.
After finishing breakfast and tidying up, Renekton and Klein went out together.
On King's Avenue in the West End, there was already a long queue in front of the Kingdom Museum.
Looking at the crowded crowd in front of him, Renekton sighed helplessly:
"Roselle is so popular!"
"really."
Klein nodded approvingly.
It was not until around ten o'clock that Renekton and Klein followed the team to the entrance of the Kingdom Museum.
Follow the people in front and walk into the museum step by step.
The crowds in the museum gradually dispersed, making it seem less crowded.
Renekton did not follow Klein, nor did he pay attention to the docent's explanation. He just wandered through the museum on his own.
Walking through the crowd easily, his eyes passed over each of Russell's inventions.
Passing by an exhibition hall, Renekton saw the toilet bowl used by Russell on display. Well, the surface was coated with a layer of gold foil and engraved with complicated and exaggerated patterns.
"I wonder what Russell will think when he sees this!"
Sighing in his heart, Renekton decided to use magic to preserve all these scenes after he went back, as a gift to Russell when they first met.
There are also some of Russell's early diaries in this exhibition hall. Of course, as the organizer, the Church of Steam cannot tell the order of these diaries.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 167 The Card of Blasphemy
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Chapter 167 The Card of Blasphemy
Renekton stayed in an exhibition hall called "Warm Russell" for a while. Compared with the various inventions or daily necessities outside, some small games and toys here attracted his attention more.
"What are you looking at through these toys?"
A mature female voice sounded next to her.
Renekton turned his head in surprise, and then noticed Bernadette who had appeared in the exhibition hall at an unknown time.
She wore a girlish yellow cake dress and a somewhat old-fashioned black soft hat. The fine gauze hung down, covering her face.
Bernadette's move to hide her face is not surprising. After all, she is Russell's eldest daughter, and this is the home of the Church of Steam, so she is easily recognized.
He nodded slightly towards Bernadette who came to him:
"When I think about it, I don't know if it's a distant memory."
Then he pretended to be casual and said:
"Ma'am, are you here reminiscing about your childhood?"
Bernadette's eyes deepened, and just when Renekton thought she was going to be angry, she restrained all her emotions, turned to look at the building blocks and toys isolated by the transparent glass cover, and said in a calm tone:
"No! My memory of the past is not to the point where I need to look at these things to recall it."
Renekton stood there and waited for a while, but Bernadette had no intention of continuing to speak.
"Ma'am, if there's nothing else, I'll go to other exhibition halls first."
Renekton bowed slightly to Bernadette, but Bernadette did not turn around or speak, so Renekton turned around and went to the next exhibition hall.
Not long after Renekton, Klein, who followed the crowd here, also noticed Bernadette standing quietly in front of a display cabinet with toys.
However, seeing that the other party was looking at him intently, Klein had no intention of stepping forward to disturb him.
Renekton stayed in the restored Russell study room. There were some books and manuscripts on the central desk.
Renekton stood here quietly, with the Card of Blasphemy right in front of him. Renekton had already seen the picture in the manuscript depicting Russell wearing the emperor's clothes.
Renekton stayed here for a long time, but did not find a suitable opportunity to take out this bookmark. There were too many people here, and there were many Beyonders on guard.
What's more important is that Bernadette is also here. It's difficult for Renekton to guarantee that he can quietly take this bookmark without Bernadette noticing.
"What are you looking at?"
Klein had followed the flow of people to this exhibition hall. He saw Renekton standing in front of the desk, and curiously stepped forward to say hello.
"Roselle's manuscript, and a small bookmark."
Renekton turned his head and glanced at Klein, who was approaching, and mentioned it a little bit, but he didn't know if Klein could react.
Klein looked at the bookmark suspiciously and didn't find anything strange.
Worried, Klein secretly turned on his spiritual vision, but still didn't find anything unusual.
"Why did you mention that bookmark alone?" Klein turned around and asked.
Only to find that Renekton had already walked away.
Unable to get an answer from the other party, Klein had no choice but to refer to the exhibition hall. When looking at the books around him, Klein found that many books had bookmarks.
Klein suddenly thought of something:
Russell once disguised a blasphemy card as a bookmark and stuck it in a certain book!
"Isn't it the one in the manuscript just now? No, how did Al know? He also saw the page of Emperor Russell's diary?"
Klein had many doubts in his heart, and he looked at all the books on the desk again.
Finally, his eyes were locked in front of the manuscript Renekton was looking at just now:
"It's most likely the bookmarks in these manuscripts!"
Klein had no intention of visiting the next exhibition hall. He had been thinking about how to verify whether the bookmark was the card of blasphemy, and if so, how to get it.
After touring the entire exhibition hall, Renekton was about to leave the Kingdom Museum, wait for Klein outside, and find a restaurant for lunch.
When he walked to the gate of the Kingdom Museum, he saw a security guard with neatly slicked back hair and a monocle.
Renekton almost reflexively threw a ball of bright fire, burning and purifying the opponent.
The reason why he resisted the urge to take action was because he saw that the monocle should be a sealed object, not the unique one worn by Amon.
The security guard wearing a monocle noticed Renekton's gaze and his somewhat violent reaction just now. He locked his eyes on Renekton and walked over quickly:
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
"No." Renekton shook his head slightly, and then changed the subject in a joking tone:
"Do university professors still need to work here part-time as security personnel? Or are you actually a fan of Emperor Russell?"
The security guard, who was as gentle as a university professor, looked at Renekton carefully, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he answered with a smile:
"No, to be precise, university professor is my part-time job, but I am indeed a fan of Emperor Russell."
Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that the other person was really a university professor. However, it was not too strange to think that the other person was a security guard disguised as an extraordinary person from the Church of Steam. Renekton had a decent smile on his face and sighed:
"Really? This is really surprising!"
The security guard disguised as an Extraordinary from the Church of Steam nodded slightly, said a few words, and then returned to his post.
Renekton did not linger and quickly left the Kingdom Museum.
Although he knew that the other person was not Amon's clone, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw someone wearing a monocle. Renekton kept thinking about smashing the monocle he was wearing.
Klein waited outside the Kingdom Museum for about twenty minutes before he came out.
Renekton glanced at the other person and waited until Klein reached his side before turning around and walking to the other side of the street.
After walking a certain distance and the number of people around him gradually decreased, Renekton raised his eyebrows and said to Klein with a winking expression:
"Did you go to the bathroom again?"
Klein's face turned dark. He suspected that the other party was mocking him for his poor kidneys, but he couldn't explain the reason why he went to the bathroom, so he could only bite the bullet and hum.
Then he quickly changed the topic:
"What's wrong with that bookmark in the manuscript?"
"A luxurious bookmark!"
Renekton said in an uncertain tone. Anyway, judging from Klein's appearance, he had already asked Miss Justice to confirm, so there was no need to tell him himself.
"luxury?"
Klein was stunned for a moment. That bookmark had nothing to do with luxury.
But then he thought that if the bookmark was really a blasphemy card, it would indeed be quite luxurious to use it as a bookmark.
After thinking for a moment, Klein continued to ask:
"Then why didn't you take it secretly? With your ability, you should be able to do it."
"What do you mean by my ability? I'm not a thief, and Bernadette is right there. Will she cut off my beard after I take the bookmark?"
Renekton raised his eyebrows and refuted Klein's words.
"Would Bernadette do such a thing?"
"Why not?"
Found a nice-looking high-end restaurant in the West End, Renekton treated him to a meal, and took the poor Klein to have another big meal.
Sitting next to the window on the third floor, after having enough wine and food, Klein leaned back in his chair and said:
"Are you going to get that bookmark tonight?"
"I'm not going to get it." Renekton shook his head, and in the face of Klein's surprised gaze, he smacked his mouth and said:
"Aren't you going to steal that bookmark? Come on! I'll wait for you outside."
Klein rolled his eyes at Renekton and said:
"You are watching a show outside!"
"You'll be grateful that I'm watching the show."
Renekton said something unclear.
Klein imitated Renekton's actions and raised his eyebrows, and then said:
"It's a pity that I have no intention of stealing that bookmark. I'm just a little Sequence Seven, and you think too highly of me."
"Yes." Renekton nodded noncommittally, without revealing the other party.
After getting up to check out, the two returned to Minsk Street. After Renekton returned to his rented house, he immersed himself in the study of occult arts.
While waiting for news from Miss Justice, Klein prepared to steal the bookmark from the museum later.
In the evening, Miss Justice's prayers echoed in Klein's ears.
Quickly arriving above the gray fog, he answered Miss Justice's prayer. After receiving an abnormal reaction from the other party about the bookmark sandwiched in Russell's manuscript, Klein was even more certain that the bookmark was the bookmark of blasphemy. Card.
"Miss Justice is so efficient! She completed the verification of the task I took care of at noon in the evening."
Klein sighed, and then left the space above the gray mist.
He took out all the magical items, spells and scrolls that he could use, and began to prepare for the night's action
Russell's commemorative exhibition has a time limit. He must complete the action within these two days, and Al must have also discovered the problem with the bookmark. Klein wants to get this blasphemy card before the opponent.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 168 Action
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No. 2 King's Avenue, Kingdom Museum, the shadow of a house not far away squirmed, and Renekton stepped out of it.
Then he took out a roughly cut paper figurine from his arms, stretched out his fingers and drew a virtual symbol on the paper, symbolizing concealment.
A dull light shone on the rough paper man, and it disappeared in a flash, and then the paper man's sense of existence seemed to be reduced to the extreme.
Then with a slight throw, the paper man was sent into the spiritual world, and then floated towards a preset coordinate.
After arriving at the place, the paper man fell from the spiritual world again and happened to land on the pile of Russell's manuscripts.
This is a coordinate left by Renekton when he came to visit in the morning. The coordinate information was left in the spirit world area corresponding to this exhibition hall in a vague way, so it was not discovered and cleared by the security personnel here.
As soon as the paper man fell, he seemed to come alive. He shook his hands and feet twice, and then slowly stood up.
This is just an ordinary paper man. It cannot carry too many spells, so it cannot condense a body shape through illusion.
The symbol representing the secret eye on the paper man is vividly flowing with bursts of purple halo, strangely like a real eye.
Under Renekton's control, the little paper man shook his head twice, lifting his hands and legs, as if he was adapting to the paper man's body.
The real situation is that Renekton thought it was a bit fun to control the paper man from the first perspective, so he couldn't help playing with it for a while.
After moving his body, the little paper man calmly jumped off the manuscript, then turned around, preparing to take out the bookmark inside the manuscript.
The figure of a woman appeared in the field of vision as the little paper man turned around.
She wore a blouse with a lace flower bow tie, a gray skirt above the knees, a pair of long leather boots, and a soft hat with fine plaid black gauze hanging down from the top.
The little paper man took a few steps back as if he was frightened. As a result, he didn't notice the distance between himself and the edge of the table, and almost fell off the desk.
"Are you so surprised to see me?"
Bernadette's voice sounded in the silent exhibition hall.
The little paper man did not answer Bernadette's question, but looked around curiously.
The ability of the spying eye grafted on the paper man's body is limited. Renekton cannot see too many things, and can only vaguely notice that there is a certain separation in the space here.
Bernadette calmly stared at the little paper man shaking his head in front of her, waiting for the other party's answer.
The little paper man scratched his head in distress, as if he was struggling with what excuse to use.
"Are you so obsessed with playing paper man that your own character is affected?"
Bernadette said without much change in her tone.
"Well, of course not, it's just fun to relax your role and perspective once in a while."
Renekton answered honestly.
Bernadette narrowed her eyes slightly and said a word spliced together in Intis:
"role play?"
"It's very apt."
Renekton controlled the little paper man and kept nodding, as if he didn't hear the temptation in Bernadette's words.
Bernadette, who had been watching every move of the little paper man, turned her head and glanced in the direction downstairs.
The little paper man also took a look, and then said in a tone of excitement:
"A thief is here!"
Then, holding the open manuscript, the little paper man jumped onto the manuscript again.
"Aren't you a thief?"
Bernadette didn't pay attention to the movements of the little paper man. In front of her eyes, a small paper man couldn't make any waves.
"Well, if you say that, isn't it the same for you?"
The little paper man raised his neck and looked at Bernadette and said.
Then he seemed to feel that looking up at the other person was too tired, so he just lay down on Russell's manuscript.
"Me?" Bernadette said noncommittally, but did not finish her words.
It is impossible to take away the Card of Blasphemy in front of Bernadette. It only depends on Klein's next operation.
Unable to achieve his goal, Renekton simply controlled the paper man and asked himself a more curious question:
"Do you have the support and willingness of Steam to set up the Dawn of Elements to fight against the Ascetic Moss?"
"Why do you think that way?"
Bernal looked at the little paper man with a slightly serious expression.
The little paper man crossed his legs in an aggressive manner and said:
"Some speculation."
"The confrontation between Elemental Dawn and Moss Trappist Order may be due to your different ideas, but Moss Trappist Society is the earliest secret organization in the Fourth Age. If you can achieve your current achievements so quickly, you must have the support of other forces. The most questionable of these is steam."
Bernadette's expression only changed slightly, and soon returned to calm.
Her calm eyes stared at the little paper man, which surprised Renekton, who was hiding in a shadow outside the Kingdom Museum. He felt that the other person's eyes saw him across the obstruction and obstruction.
"Do you think the Hidden Sage can earn more steam?" Bernadette finally said this.
Then he stared closely at the little paper man and Renekton behind the little paper man.
Renekton manipulated the little paper man to act as the Riddler:
"Steam's luck is very good, or too good, but all the gifts given by fate have already been marked with a secret price!"
Bernadette's brows gradually wrinkled, and her eyes became more solemn:
"What do you know?"
The little paper man turned over without saying a word. Klein was already here, and an almost invisible and faint outline of a human face suddenly appeared on the ceiling above his head.
The strange human face looked down at the exhibition hall, completely missing Bernadette and the little paper man talking below, as if they were not in the same time and space.
Klein's spirit body fell quickly, and at the same time he stretched out two hands to hold different bookmarks. One of the hands was holding the bookmark in Russell's manuscript where the little paper man was.
Of course, Klein's actions couldn't be hidden from Bernadette, so Renekton had to control the little paper man to say some information to attract Bernadette's attention, at least to make Klein's spirit body come into contact with the Card of Blasphemy.
"The end is coming. All people and non-human beings must make final preparations, and the gods are no exception."
"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
The shrill baby cry suddenly sounded, echoing in the exhibition hall.
The little paper man's body was instantly covered with cracks one after another, and Renekton's control over the little paper man became intermittent, as if he was about to lose contact at any time.
Klein, who was in the spirit state, seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.
Thin black slits opened in the void, and bloodshot eyeballs came out.
With the appearance of these eyeballs, everything around them solidified, and even illusory spirits could not penetrate.
"Why did you just take the bookmark?"
Bernadette stared at Klein's spirit body quietly and emotionlessly.
It seemed that if she was not given an answer that satisfied her, the fragile spirit body in front of her might be torn to pieces at any time.
Snapped!
Outside the Kingdom Museum, Renekton, hiding in the shadows, snapped his fingers.
In the exhibition hall, the little paper man with cracks all over his body suddenly burst into flames and exploded before Bernadette threw it out.
But it didn't cause much fluctuation. The self-destruction of the little paper man was led into the spirit world by Bernadette, leaving only a little golden fire shining for a moment.
Klein's spirit body seized this opportunity and returned above the gray mist with the two bookmarks just wrapped in the spirit body.
The illusory and almost transparent spirit body disappeared from Bernadette's sight in an instant.
There was no emotion in Bernadette's eyes, she just stared quietly at the place where Renekton's kid blew himself up.
Before the members of the Heart of Machinery came to check, Bernadette's figure disappeared into the exhibition hall.
Outside the Kingdom Museum, the shadow of Renekton's hidden figure squirmed for a while, then calmed down, but there was no one there.
By wandering in the shadows, Renekton was soon far away from the Kingdom Road.
Then he emerged from the shadows, glanced at the crimson moon above his head, and Renekton sighed helplessly:
"Bernadette will probably think that I am with that strange spirit!"
"Klein holds the blasphemy card, but Bernadette's attention falls on me."
Renekton shook his head helplessly. He knew that Bernadette would appear in the museum, but he didn't expect that he would just fall in front of her when he passed by.
"Perhaps she has already foreseen this scene!"
"She is a true master of prophecy!"
Renekton muttered something under his breath and walked aimlessly on the empty street.
While doing divination on Klein's location, he discovered that Klein was moving.
Tsk~ I don't know if Klein can meet him. I'm waiting for him to come to my door and then I can teleport there to collect the characteristics!
Renekton stepped into the spirit world and quickly chased in the direction of Klein.
In a house somewhere, Klein held a citrine pendant in one hand and a master key in the other.
Every time you touch a door, you have to do a divination before deciding whether to enter.
At the same time, he must continue to use divination to identify the direction to ensure that he does not get lost and return to the Kingdom Library.
Klein placed the primitive-looking master key against the wall and gently twisted it, causing invisible water ripples to ripple out.
He did not enter immediately, but first held the citrine pendant in his hand to prepare for divination.
This is the sequelae of being tricked by the master key several times.
If it weren't for the purpose of minimizing his suspicion and preventing the Machine Heart from tracing him through the investigation of people traveling at night, Klein would not want to use this magical item with outrageous side effects.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 169 Devil Dog
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Chapter 169 Devil Dog
Renekton, who was chasing Klein through the spirit world, was suddenly touched by his inspiration, and followed his intuition to step out of the spirit world.
Klein, who was still doing divination on the door opened with the master key in front of him with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and turned to look at the extra person next to him.
Klein said in a surprised tone:
"How did you come?"
Renekton, who had just stepped out of the spirit world, raised his eyes and glanced at the "door" in front of him. His voyeuristic eyes kept looking around to find where the other side of the "door" was.
"Come and kill that demon." He responded softly, and Renekton stepped into the spirit world again.
In a brightly decorated living room, a female corpse with an empty belly lay on the ground.
There was a large black dog next to him. He paused while swallowing his internal organs and felt a strong sense of crisis.
The devil's malicious perception made it feel that the fatal danger was approaching. The devil dog put down the uneaten internal organs without hesitation and ran out quickly.
He didn't even have time to look carefully for the source of the danger. He only knew that the danger was approaching from the spiritual world.
Stars emerged one after another, casting down starlight. The scattered starlight magically created a transparent and bright barrier.
By isolating this living room from the outside world, even the impact of the spiritual world on this place has been greatly reduced.
The other side was still hesitating whether to go through the "door" he opened on the wall. The next moment, he discovered that there was a layer of starlight permeating the other side of the "door", blocking the door.
"It seems that there is real danger on the other side, but Al arrived too timely, right?"
"It feels like he's using me to fish!"
Klein smacked his lips. He felt that his guess was most likely correct.
Putting away the master key, Klein was not going to use this magical item again.
Klein walked to the window, threw a match out, and then snapped his fingers.
With a "pop!", two flames ignited from Klein's pocket and the match outside.
Klein's figure was quickly wrapped in flames, and then disappeared. Immediately afterwards, the flames burst out from the match that was thrown outside, and Klein jumped out of the flames.
After looking around his surroundings and confirming his current location, Klein quickly made a new plan to return home:
"Fortunately, we have already left the West District. It seems we have to take a detour to a farther place, and then find a chance to take a carriage back."
In the bright yellow living room, the surrounding walls, including the floor and ceiling, are wrapped in a transparent and bright barrier.
A body nearly 3 meters long, with goat horns stretching out from the top of its head, covered with countless mysterious patterns. A pair of giant bat-like wings spread out behind it, entwined with red and light blue flames, emitting strong sulfur. The smelly giant demon dog was spraying light blue flames crazily in the relatively small living room to fight against the surrounding frost.
The already bright living room was filled with the bright and holy morning light.
The morning light was also mixed with bright, bright and pure holy light. The light was reflected by the ice crystals that filled the living room, making it look extremely bright.
The tall devil dog seemed to be covered with a thick layer of hard armor. Under the continuous purification of light, bursts of black smoke poured out.
The black smoke dissipated quickly after leaving the demon dog's body, and the rich abyssal aura on the demon dog's body was constantly weakened.
"Frost!" He whispered a word in dragon language.
Streams of crystal clear light swarmed in, all targeting the giant demon dog, freezing the demon dog inside.
In the living room, which was as bright as the scorching sun at noon, layers of frost hung up, and the warmth brought by the holy light was dissipated.
The light blue fireball exuding a strong smell of sulfur ignited and extinguished in the devil dog's mouth.
In order to quickly break free from the confinement of the frost, the devil dog burned itself and the surrounding ice crystals with flames.
"Degenerate!" The devil dog's mouth, which was imprisoned by the frost, finally made a sound, speaking the devilish words originating from the abyss and full of filthy and depraved meanings.
The living room had a tendency to turn into an abyss, and everything began to be covered with a layer of slightly viscous black liquid.
But the thick black liquid didn't appear for a while before it was purified by the bright light in the living room, leaving no trace.
Renekton quickly approached the demon dog, making a clasping gesture with his hands, and the surrounding light condensed in Renk's hands.
With the chopping motion, a sharp, strong, heavy and broad-handed giant sword was pulled out of the light.
He slashed hard at the demon dog covered in frost, and the frost was lifted up.
The thick layer of hard armor covered by the devil dog was easily passed through like a piece of paper, and the two-handed giant sword condensed by the light of the holy light was embedded in the body of the devil dog. "Woo!" The demon dog let out a shrill roar, a burst of light blue flames burst out around it, and the rich smell of sulfur stung people's mouth and nose.
"Frost!" Renekton stood there and recited a dragon language in a low voice without moving.
A burst of crystal clear light covered the light blue flames, and the devil dog's struggle was suppressed.
Renekton loosened one of his hands holding the two-handed giant sword and made a pulling gesture in the air.
Silently, many chains formed from the light, penetrating the demon dog's flesh and blood, and imprisoning it.
Renekton then continued to hold the giant sword in both hands, raising it and swinging it down, and a giant bat-like wing behind the demon dog was cut off.
Blood like lava spilled out, dripping onto the surrounding ice crystals, emitting bursts of poisonous gas.
Without giving the demon dog a chance to struggle, Renekton continued to swing his giant sword with both hands, cutting off its other wing.
The demon dog's whole body was ignited with light blue flames, and it kept struggling, breaking the chains that were immersed in its flesh and blood and imprisoned it bit by bit.
There was a strong and pungent smell of sulfur, scalding blood splashing everywhere, and minced meat that was constantly emitting black smoke as if it was being roasted.
Light blue flames kept spewing out, with the huge demon dog at the center, red magma and light blue flames constantly converging and spewing out, like a volcano erupting.
The pungent smell of sulfur permeated the entire living room, and along with the strong smell of sulfur was spread a dark green poisonous gas.
Renekton quickly retreated and put some distance away from the demon dog. Starlight filled the air around him, isolating the scorching air waves and poisonous gas.
Renekton's light blue eyes were dyed with a faint layer of gold, and the surrounding environment was also dyed with gold at the same time, spreading out layer by layer.
The poisonous gas expanded by the demon dog is constantly being purified, and the red magma and light blue flames are also being reduced under layers of golden ripples.
The huge demon dog figure emerged from the flames and poisonous gas, ferocious and terrifying, like a demon crawling out of the flames.
Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. The dog could not control its angry desire and murderous intention, and it lost control.
The flesh and blood on the out-of-control Demon Dog began to increase abnormally. The huge bat-winged Demon Dog had been chopped off by Renekton.
"Death." The devil dog said a word in devil language with difficulty.
Renekton's body was shattered in an instant, turning into bright stars surging.
The filthy and corrupted power originating from the abyss failed to affect Renekton, only dimming the surging starlight.
Renekton's figure reunited in the stars, his eyes a light blue.
Immediately, several rays of pure white light penetrated the out-of-control demon dog's body like sharp swords, and the light blue flame ignited on its body was almost extinguished.
"The devil's vitality is really tenacious!"
Renekton sighed and opened his arms as if embracing the sun.
A magnificent, pure and blazing beam of light filled the entire living room. The body of the dying demon dog lying on the ground was trembling as if it was being tortured.
After about thirty seconds, the light gradually dissipated, and the living room became charred and black, as if it had just experienced a serious fire.
There was also a charred female corpse lying on the ground. It could be vaguely seen that the abdomen of this female corpse had been hollowed out.
The demon dog's body fell to the ground, lifeless.
But its huge body did not transform back into a normal canine, but still maintained its demonic form, with a little bit of scarlet red, and hot blood flowing from the burnt wounds of the corpse.
The demon's powerful vitality kept the demon dog's corpse still alive.
Renekton didn't care what happened to the corpse of the demon dog. He went straight to the corpse of the victim that had turned into a charred corpse, collected the corpse for the victim, and made a requiem for him.
After waiting for another ten minutes, the little bits of light emitted from the devil dog's corpse gathered together to form a mass of blazing red and light blue, resembling a skull, with a soft, jelly-like texture.
After picking up the characteristics of the demon dog, Renekton performed some anti-divination processing on the scene.
The starlight barrier that originally covered the surroundings of the living room has long since disappeared.
Renekton walked to the door, paused, and said to himself:
"Arrods, do you want to see your great master, the great master of the spiritual world, as soon as possible?"
"Snapped!"
Renekton snapped his fingers, and a ball of fire burst out behind him, and there was also an explosion-like sound.
The firelight illuminated the living room again, and there was nothing else inside except two burnt corpses.
The flames and explosions quickly attracted the attention of the people around. The dim yellow lights that were originally scattered were soon lit up in a large area, and the street was no longer peaceful for the rest of the night!
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 170 Follow-up of the incident
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Chapter 170 Follow-up of the incident
On Minsk Street, in the bedroom of the house Renekton rented, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.
"I wonder if Bernadette will come to me and ask about today's events?"
"Well, probably not. It was because she blocked the surroundings and the spiritual world, cutting off contact between me and the paper man. This triggered the self-destruction measures I left on the paper man."
After muttering something under his breath, he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack nearby.
After simply going to the bathroom to wash up, Renekton lay down on the bed and went to sleep.
The crimson moonlight shines through the glass window and scatters in the bedroom, creating a sense of tranquility.
Renekton, who was sleeping, fell into a deep dream again.
The blurry figure who called himself Sasril became slightly clearer. The surrounding scene was the interior of a simple and magnificent palace. He was sitting quietly on a tall golden seat, staring at the dusk outside.
Renekton's figure appeared in this palace, as abrupt as a disharmonious intruder.
"Is this the Twilight Temple?"
Renekton looked at the vague figure sitting on the top seat of the palace in confusion.
"This is the Twilight Temple in my memory."
The vague figure replied, then stood up from the seat and walked towards Renekton step by step, saying as he walked:
"I didn't expect that besides you and that Russell, there is another remnant of the past in this era, and he is also one of the back-up men left behind by the mysterious one."
"The calm on the surface is about to be broken. In a short time, the world will enter the last carnival before the end!"
There was no ups and downs in the other party's words, but Renekton's expression turned serious unconsciously, as if he had seen the future.
After two seconds of silence, Renekton reorganized his emotions and said:
"With your help, how long can I fully use the power of the sage's characteristics in my body?"
"In less than thirty seconds, this is the limit your body can bear."
The blurry figure said without any fluctuations in his voice.
Renekton nodded slightly. In less than thirty seconds, it was already much longer than the dozen seconds he expected.
The blurry figure walked to a place more than one meter in front of Renekton and stopped. Although his figure was blurry, Renekton could still detect that the other person was half a head taller than himself.
He curled his lips slightly, changed the topic and asked:
"Will the incarnation of the true Creator instinctively resist when faced with a fatal threat?"
"There will be some resistance from the crazy consciousness, but it won't be too strong. With the combined efforts of the two sages and the cooperation of my own will, it won't be too difficult to kill this incarnation."
"Yes." Renekton nodded after hearing this. The other party's words should be credible.
I hope that the goddess of the night will descend a little slower by then.
The blurry figure took the initiative to stir up another topic:
"Are you planning to support that remnant of the past to become the new Lord of Mysteries?"
"You can't support Amon, right?"
Renekton looked at the other party without any stage fright and asked.
The blurry figure has no special expression, maybe it does, but it's just too blurry to see.
Seeing that there was no response from the other party, Renekton continued:
"Amon clearly chose Adam between you and Adam!"
The blurry figure seemed to be silent for a moment. He didn't know whether he was saddened by his eldest son, or he was thinking of his other divine half.
The blurry figure finally said only one sentence: "He does not recognize my identity."
"If Amon becomes the Lord of Mysteries, are you sure you won't be worse than the one who returned before?"
Renekton continued, trying to persuade the father.
The blurry figure did not answer this question, but just said:
"I will not interfere until they really start competing for the position of the Lord of Mysteries!"
Renekton waved his hand and didn't try to say anything more.
Another topic was ended. Renekton and the vague figure stared at each other in silence, but no one had the intention to speak again.
After a long moment of silence, Renekton broke the silence:
"Are there any new paths in the starry sky adjacent to the existing twenty-two paths?"
"Yes! I don't know which ones they are specifically, but among the foreign gods entrenched in the starry sky, except for those who want to get back part of their lost authority, the rest are here to obtain authority similar to themselves. ."
"But accommodating more authority can enhance the status and strength of the past, but it cannot exceed the pillars."
The vague figure answered in great detail.
Renekton nodded slightly. These were in line with his guesses, and then asked a new question:
"If the ordinary old day accommodates more authority, is it possible that He will become a new pillar? Or will it simply lose control?"
The blurry figure shook his head and said:
"There are only four clear pillar positions. In addition to the old days, if they accommodate more authority, they can only improve some of their own strength and authority, but there will be no new pillar positions unless they choose to lose control. , let the initial awakening in himself." Renekton nodded clearly.
The next morning, Renekton sat at the dining table with today's newspaper, enjoying breakfast while reading reports on the serial murder case:
"Start 12th!"
"The devil reappears, another lady is murdered, and the murderer has been killed!"
"The gas explosion affected the serial murderer and died at the scene of the murder."
In the inconspicuous part of today's newspaper, there was only one mention about the theft of the Kingdom Museum.
"The man who has been blamed for the gas explosion for so long finally became a hero today."
Renekton sighed in a mocking tone.
Then he put the newspaper aside and continued to enjoy his breakfast.
At the same time, in the Kingdom Museum.
In the restored Russell study, Max Livermore, the captain of the Mechanical Heart team wearing a monocle seal, asked the team members:
"Are you sure that only two bookmarks were stolen?"
"Yes, only those two bookmarks were stolen." The team member who was questioned replied firmly.
Standing in front of the desk, an old man wearing a white priest's robe and a clergyman's soft hat stared at the desk for a long time.
Then he turned around and said in a calm tone:
"There was more than one person here last night, at least two, or three, who were opposing each other."
"The sequence of one of them may even be higher than mine, but the other one escaped strangely, and the third one doesn't look like a normal life, maybe his consciousness is lodged in something."
"I can't restore the complete scene, but I can still see a lot of things. This matter is more complicated than we imagined!"
"Your Majesty the Archbishop" Max, the captain of the Heart of Machinery team, wanted to say something else.
But the old man known as the Archbishop waved his hand, stared at the two books with stolen bookmarks again, and sighed:
"I know why they stole the bookmarks. We were all tricked by Russell."
Klein, who had just returned to his body above the gray fog, moved his body for a while, and then went downstairs to enjoy breakfast.
As soon as I took a bite of the crispy and fragrant corn pancake, the door of the house was pushed open.
Klein immediately turned his head and looked over. Renekton walked in with a newspaper in his hand.
Klein quickly swallowed the tortilla in his mouth, glanced at the undamaged door behind Renekton and said:
"How did you open my door?"
"Just a little push and it opens."
Renekton reached out and pushed the door open.
Klein glanced at the other party suspiciously, and then said:
"Have you analyzed the master key's ability to open doors?"
"It is indeed the ability to open the door, but it is not analyzed from the master key. My crow can also open the door."
Renekton walked to the dining room, pulled out a chair and sat down before answering.
Klein was stunned for a moment, and then thought about the night before yesterday, when he used the master key to open the door and escape from the house, the other party's crow was actually able to catch up with him.
Renekton handed the newspaper to Klein and placed the side with the news about the theft of the Kingdom Museum at the top.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Klein, then said:
"You move pretty fast!"
Klein's first reaction was to deny the incident, but then he felt it was unnecessary.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked:
"How do you know I did it?"
"Guess what Bernadette and I were talking about at that time?"
Renekton did not answer Klein's question directly, but asked a rhetorical question.
Klein's face froze. He carefully recalled the scene last night. He didn't see anyone except Bernadette.
Finally, the picture in Klein's mind settled on the small paper man lying on the manuscript, crudely cut, but with strange patterns painted on his body.
"Are you the paper man?"
Renekton nodded slightly and said:
"I left a coordinate there during the day yesterday. I was going to pick up the bookmark and run away at night, but I happened to land in front of Bernadette."
Before Klein could sigh, Renekton looked at Klein with a half-smile and continued:
"Then while Bernadette and I were chatting, another strange spirit ran over, rolled up something and ran away."
"Uh." Klein scratched his head in embarrassment. He hadn't thought of how to explain his appearance and sudden disappearance as a spirit body.
An elderly person in the family passed away, so there will be relatively few updates in the past two days. I will find time to slowly make up for it later.
(End of this chapter)