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Chapter 456 Dividing the battlefield

Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. He was very familiar with this voice. It came from the crazy primordial moon's descendant Thorik. He was still alive, and he might even have achieved the conditions required for the promotion ceremony with the help of the recent incident!

The deep blue and almost purple light in Renekton's eyes swelled for a moment, and then quickly subsided. He restrained the urge to use the Eye of Peeping. If you take a casual glance here, you may see something on the moon due to mystical connections. The pair of sisters are a little too dangerous.

He looked around with cold eyes, and pieces of starlight appeared around him. Then he quickly raised his body and reached the sky.

The deep blue and almost purple light in the eyes converged, reflecting a bright galaxy. The bright stars emerged one after another around them, one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

Under the light curtain that was difficult for ordinary people and extraordinary people to see, a bright starry sky emerged. The blue stars quickly turned into brilliant gold, the clear and pure sunlight scattered from the sky, and the night turned into day in the blink of an eye.

Renekton's eyes shone with pure light, giving people a feeling of being extremely holy and full of wisdom, but also seemed quite cold and without warmth.

The Hidden Sage is connected to Renekton in some unknown way. Some are like the spiritual communication of the War Bishop. I can easily use the knowledge, power and personality of the Hidden Sage, but I will also be oppressed by his madness. own spirit and will.

Renekton didn't think too much. In this state, he was under a lot of mental pressure.

The stars that shed bright sunshine in the sky fell one by one, and magnificent and pure blazing light spots fell from the sky, dragging out a long pale gold stream in the sky, and even the air seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold.

These light spots seemed to fall on every mutated creature accurately, as if consciously.

Those plants and trees with ferocious and scarlet mouths that constantly prayed to the primitive moon let out screams. As wisps of blue-black smoke floated from their bodies, their life characteristics returned to normal, and the pollution they received was purified. It was clean, but its appearance had not completely changed back, and it still looked a little ferocious and twisted.

Those mutated monsters and long-dead corpses are truly and completely dead. Although they still look weird, there is no longer any pollution.

The pale golden light rain lasted for nearly half a minute, until the last golden star floating in the sky fell, and the majestic and pervasive aura of the sun was gradually replaced by the crimson moonlight.

Renekton raised his head somewhat suddenly. The light curtain that originally covered the sky had disappeared. Along with it, there was the shadow of the bound god hanging upside down on the tree that was projected through the spiritual world.

Feeling that the connection between the Hidden Sage and himself had been severed, Renekton breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that if the time was longer, his mental state would be irreversibly affected.

Although I experienced the strength and character of a serial archangel with the help of the Hidden Sage, it would take me at least a month or two to fully adjust my mental state with this half-minute experience card.

Cursing in his heart, Renekton looked down with a deep gaze, trying to find the rising original Moon Favorite through prophecies and stop him. It would be best to directly eliminate this unstable factor.

call out!call out!call out!

Continuous sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and several long arrows as red as blood pierced Renekton's forehead, heart and lower abdomen at extremely fast speeds.

Amidst the roaring sound, Renekton's figure turned into bright stars and surged towards the original moon believer who had just attacked him at an extremely fast speed.

A translucent figure suddenly broke away from the spiritual world and appeared directly in front of the surging starlight.

He was wearing a black clergy robe, and his left palm wearing a black glove made a slight fist towards Renekton, as if grasping something, and repeated it twice.

The bright starlight seemed to be gathering together unsustainably, and Renekton's figure was re-condensed among the floating starlight.

A thief? It should be a magical item. What bad luck, it just happened to have the ability to turn into stars stolen. Thoughts floated one after another. Renekton's eyes flashed with pure and cold light, and he suppressed his own emotional fluctuations to a minimum. He looked at it indifferently. Looking at the extraordinary person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

His face is thin, his skin is brown, and his eyes are sunken like mummies. The beard on his chin has black roots and white extensions, spreading from both sides of his mouth to his ears. However, they are not thick and are quite short, making them look like stars. Click.

The eyes are close to the color of the skin and are light brown. He clearly has the temperament of a priest, but he also gives people a cold and terrifying feeling, as if he will pervert in silence.

"Saint of the Rose School, Zatwin, I remember that you should be in Loen now."

Renekton said without any fluctuations in his tone. He raised the palm of his right hand upward and quickly formed a ball of slowly rotating star sand.

Zatwin didn't say anything. He raised his right hand, his thumb and index finger were at a ninety-degree angle, and the other fingers were slightly clasped.

The next moment, an illusory skull surrounded by black energy suddenly appeared, carrying a strong desire to die, like a messenger sent by the underworld, heading straight for Renekton.

Renekton slowly threw out the slowly rotating star sand in his hand, and stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars shed rays of light one after another, forming a magnificent giant pillar of light around them, and the illusory skull surrounded by black energy disappeared into it without even a ripple.

The clear and bright light enveloped the twinkling stars and rapidly expanded outwards, wrapping Renekton and Zatwin in at an unavoidable speed. As the stars flashed, the ever-expanding light carried the two figures along with it. disappeared together into the visible field of vision.

A hazy crimson moonlight flashed across, condensing an unclear figure in mid-air. He tried to reach forward to grab something, but didn't touch anything.

"They were temporarily concealed so that no one could interfere with their battlefield, and similarly, no one would have the opportunity to interfere with ours."

Pulak's figure was quickly outlined next to him. He was walking leisurely in the air, and the ring on his right hand flashed a dark light.

The crimson moonlight suddenly dimmed, and a layer of vague and dark mist filled the surrounding area. All the scenery became less real. It was clearly right in front of me, but it seemed as if it was a world away.

"The hidden world of you."

"Woo~~Woo~"

The words of the original moon believers were directly interrupted by the words of the dead that kept echoing around them. The sharp and harsh sounds were layered and indescribable, as if there were countless dead souls whispering, roaring, and shouting in their ears.

This sound directly exerts its effect on the spiritual body. Even if one's own spirituality and all senses are closed, it is difficult to completely block it out.

The crimson moonlight shrouded the body, making it difficult for people to see clearly. The original moon believer frowned slightly and looked at Pulak who kept reciting the words of the dead with some annoyance. The words of the dead keep lingering in the ears, which is an unbearable torture for the Moon Path Extraordinary with sensitive sense of smell and hearing. The words of the dead will make living creatures gradually turn into undead, and move towards death bit by bit. He even You can smell the rotten flesh and blood on his body.

He tried to create a full moon in this hidden world, but every time he was interrupted by the opponent. Without the moonlight environment, he could not deal with the opponent by quickly flashing his position.

The hidden world is isolated from the spiritual world, and the most powerful ability of the Summoning Master cannot be used here.

He tried to catch Pulak's figure in front of him and attack him with curses, but his spiritual intuition kept warning him. It seemed that the most likely way to do this would be to die together with him.

Damn it, the Hidden World is too restrained to summon the Master, and even if the Extraordinary on the Path of Death dies, as long as certain preparations are made in advance, he can still come back in the underworld. Even if we both die together, I will be the only one who dies in the end.

Thoughts were floating in his mind, making him feel more and more irritable, but the desire to die with the other person in his heart became stronger.

If I delay a little longer, I can return to the blood moon and the gaze of the Great Mother as long as the time for the hidden world ends.

Opposite him, Pulak, who had always been neither far nor close, slightly raised the corners of his lips. His pupils were upright and pale gold, as if they could reflect the deepest soul, but the original moon believers who had been disturbed by him were different. No exception was found.

On the other side, Renekton and Zatvin, who were engulfed by the pure light, came to an island at the same time, an island that was as dreamy as a fairy tale, with a bright white moon hanging above their heads, like an island isolated from the world. Utopia.

Cold and indifferent eyes with no eyelashes sprouted from everywhere. Their cold and indifferent gazes were all cast on Zatvin, as if they wanted to see through every cell in his body.

Renekton threw his hand slightly, but his movement suddenly paused. He forgot what he wanted to do.

The next moment, several thin ice crystal arrows suddenly shot over, carrying a strong sense of death, leaving a layer of white frost in the air, causing the surrounding vegetation to wither.

The bright stars appeared one after another in front of Renekton. They condensed instantly and formed a somewhat transparent starlight barrier, blocking all the thin ice crystal arrows.

The thin ice crystal arrow shattered the moment it hit the starlight barrier, and the pale ice crystals quickly spread to the surroundings. As the whimpering wind blew, the surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and the speed of the frost spread suddenly accelerated.

Bang!

There was a violent sound of ice cracking, and Zatwin's body was like a running steam train, dragging a long afterimage behind him. His fist smashed the thick ice crystals and landed on the starlight barrier.

Bang!Bang!

Two more fists hit the starlight barrier, and the starlight barrier that Renekton had not deliberately maintained shattered.

In the starlight that fell like glass shards, Zatwin's arm suddenly expanded, and the illusory black energy swirled and hit Renekton's face.

The moment his fist touched Renekton, his body suddenly became transparent and illusory, turning into a pile of foam and spreading out.

These bubbles freeze quickly in the icy cold wind, then break and disappear in an instant.

Renekton's figure emerged from the other side. He held a milky-white chess piece in his left hand and pressed it in the air.

Zatwen and the cold wind around him seemed to have been pressed on the slowdown button, and their movements were as slow as jumping frame by frame.

Without hesitation, Renekton's right hand dragged and condensed an ancient-style spear, with blob after blob and dot after dot of dark red blood burning from the tip to the handle.

The spear was quickly thrown forward by him, turning into a dark red stream of light and piercing Zatwin's left chest.

The second before he was about to pierce his heart, Zatwin's body suddenly became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlights. As the dark red spear pierced his chest, the transparent statue instantly shattered and turned into a bright star. The glow surged and re-condensed his body in another direction.

Depend on! Thieves are really annoying!

Unable to help but utter a curse word in his heart, Renekton raised his hand and pointed forward, and an illusory and beautiful female figure in gorgeous clothes appeared in the air.

A strong sense of drowsiness suddenly hit him. Even as a Sequence 3 Saint, Zatwin still found it difficult to resist this drowsiness. His eyelids kept sinking, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

"what!"

A sharp, piercing scream that pierced the soul suddenly came from his mouth. It not only hurt the spirit body, but also contained an extremely evil and twisted curse.

Renekton's figure became thinner and brittle at this moment, and finally turned into a folded light yellow paper figure.

As soon as the light yellow paper figure emerged, it twisted. Pale white curly hairs grew on the paper figure's body, and its body continued to expand. When it was about to turn into a goat, the paper figure seemed unable to withstand this. Like a curse, it exploded into a pile of flying confetti.

It wasn't until the echoing screams ended that Renekton's figure emerged from the dark night, intact and unaffected by the slightest curse.

While using a paper man double to avoid the damage of the scream, he also used a mysterious representation of the "Land of Night" to transform himself into a hidden state, thus avoiding the transformation curse of the Silent Disciple.

Snapped! Renekton raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The bright stars emerged one by one in the mid-air, and at the same time they shed pieces of pure light downwards. These lights intertwined with each other, disintegrating and melting the howling cold wind and the thick frost that had covered the ground, forming a pure white surrounding. world.

In this environment, Zatvin's ability to mirror jump and possess inanimate objects is no longer effective.

Even if the gloves on his hand can steal my thoughts and extraordinary abilities, it is not easy to steal the most critical and practical ones among the many extraordinary abilities I have. Likewise, as long as I have enough There are so many thoughts floating around, he can accurately steal my next action plan, after all, he is not a real thief.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 457 The Gate of Summoning

Thoughts passed through his heart one by one. Renekton had no intention of restraining his thoughts. Instead, he kept spreading thoughts to interfere with the other party's stealing.

He has never used the extraordinary ability "Source of Curse". The negative effect of that magical item is that every time he steals an extraordinary ability, he will also lose an extraordinary ability? And he just happened to be unlucky enough to lose one of his core extraordinary abilities?

Because I have mastered enough death and curse spells, I don't care if I lose a few in battle. Even if I lose my own negative curse, I can become stronger.

Thoughts in his mind kept appearing and disappearing, and even without looking at Zatwin's face, Renekton could feel that Zatwin was unhappy now.

The next second, the master of prophecy had some vague premonitions in his intuition. He reflexively stretched out his hand to grab in the void, consuming his spiritual energy, but did not get any feedback from the mysterious reappearance. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward for the second time. hand.

A layer of invisible things instantly covered his body, transforming him into a state of non-existence.

The next moment, a terrifying and evil silent scream reverberated, and the ultimate curse erupted in the surroundings. The stars that were shining in the mid-air all started to shake, and light and dark flashed alternately.

When the curse that broke out passed, Renekton immediately took out a black jade-like chess piece from the void and threw it towards Zatwin.

The chess piece dissipated as soon as it touched his body. His body seemed to be filled countless times in an instant, and he couldn't even make a simple movement.

Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly, and thoughts flashed through his mind. His figure suddenly flickered and appeared in the mid-air where the stars were shaking. Then his spirituality spread out and stabilized these bright and twinkling stars.

The surrounding bright stars instantly turned golden and began to slowly gather toward the center, spreading downwards with pieces of magnificent, pure and blazing light.

The majestic and blazing breath of the sun turned the surroundings into a golden color. Zatwin's body was like a crab placed in boiling water. It quickly turned red, and wisps of black mist continued to emerge from his body. .

His movements were slowed down, and even his expression became sluggish, showing no sign of the stinging sensation of being burned by the power of the Sun Domain.

Renekton pushed down with both hands, and the gathering golden stars instantly accelerated and spiraled downwards.

In the center of the golden light, a huge ball of pure light, extremely pure and extremely white, wrapped with countless sacred flames, fell straight down.

Terrifying light and heat swept across the ground in an instant, and the huge ball of pure light instantly expanded into a miniature sun that was so white that it illuminated the city, illuminating the entire space in pure white, making it impossible to see anything.

Renekton reached out again and pulled out an invisible thing to cover himself, converting it into a non-existent state, and then approached the direction of Zatvin in his memory.

He clearly remembered that a mysterious reappearance had been stolen from him just now. This miniature sun could not harm the opponent at all. It was just to let the other party consume the mysterious reappearance and hide his own figure at the same time.

Without the spiritual support of Renekton, the blinding whiteness quickly faded away, leaving only the remaining light and heat in the air, and the ground that turned gray and deeply sunk.

Renekton was surrounded by pieces of starlight that had condensed into substance, insulating most of the light and heat.

He looked at Zatwin, whose skin in front of him had turned yellow and chapped, and the not-thick beard on his chin had completely disappeared. Before he could react, he put his hand on the other person's shoulder.

A layer of darkness that was so rich that it couldn't be dissolved suddenly emerged, with an extremely rich aura of depravity, spreading along Renekton's palm and into his body.

"Uh" Zatwin let out a hard, almost roaring scream.

This sound seems to be able to shatter all objects and even spiritual bodies. It is the "Wraith Scream" of the third level of the sequence that carries the ultimate pain and curse.

Renekton's body was shattered inch by inch under this terrifying sound wave, turning into a pile of foam.

Under the illumination of light, these foams reflected dreamy colors, and then were torn apart by screaming sound waves, and disappeared in an instant.

As these bubbles dissipated, the shapeless island space slid away like a thick curtain, revealing the night sky with a red moon hanging high in the real world.

Zatwin felt like his body was empty, and his body fell straight down as if losing support.

Renekton's figure emerged on the other side of the night sky. He was also holding a strange-shaped spear with a strong aura of destruction in his hand. The tip of the spear was engraved with mysterious symbols, and the handle of the spear was like a branch.

The next moment, the spear came out of his hand, like a blazing white meteor, penetrating Zatvin's left chest in an unavoidable and unstoppable manner, leaving a hole the size of a bowl.

The powerful vitality of the alien pathway prevented him from dying immediately. Instead, he regained some of his sanity infected by corruption through the intense pain in his chest.

His figure gradually became transparent and illusory, like a real wronged soul who lost his figure the moment he fell into the river, constantly shuttled back and forth in the mirror world, escaping here.

Renekton glanced at the direction in which Zatwin was sneaking away with a steady gaze. Under the sight of the Secret Eye, he could still see Zatwin's figure relatively clearly, even though there was the barrier of the mirror world.

But this seemed to make Zatwin mistakenly believe that Renekton was chasing him. He shuttled through the mirror world faster, and even forgot to clean up the aura of corruption that constantly infected himself.

Renekton curled his lips, and his eyes flashed for a moment, and instantly became extremely deep, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm, losing its obvious focus and becoming a blur.

By peering into the River of Destiny, he saw the future that Zatwin was running towards, and saw a vague picture of how he would meet people he shouldn't have met due to some accidents, leading to the end of his destiny.

"It's a pity that the trait of Silent Disciple, even if I can't use it, I can still use it to hire Miss Sharon and her teacher in the future."

Renekton sighed in a low voice, then turned his head and looked to the side less than a hundred meters away from him.

A layer of darkness passed by, and two figures fell out of the hidden world.

Mr. Plunk, who was still personable with a slight smile on his lips, and a human figure that was no different from a mummy, had some dark red light spots emerging on his body.

Renekton turned his head in surprise and looked at Mr. Plunk, who was standing quietly in mid-air. Except for some instability in his breath and excessive spiritual consumption, he didn't notice any signs of injury on the other person's body. Feeling Renekton's gaze, Plac turned his head and glanced back, then said with a smile:

"Oh, I know a lot about the Beyonders of the Moon Path, and I know how to restrain them."

"Furthermore, as a descendant of the God of Death, even if I am only a collateral descendant with thin veins, I will always have some special means and a relatively rich collection."

While speaking, he bent his left hand, revealing a dark gold cuff, stretched out his right hand to take it off, and put it casually into the inner pocket of his coat.

After doing all this, his spirit seemed to have slowed down. He stretched out his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and then looked at the body that was still suspended in the air and seemed to have been dead for a long time.

Renekton followed Plak's gaze and looked over. His eyes darkened. The extraordinary characteristics that had been released were re-consolidating, and the corpse was coming to life at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Renekton frowned and looked at Plak, and said with some confusion in his voice: "Resurrection?"

Plaque nodded solemnly and shook his head:

"He is indeed dead. All he has recovered is his body. He lacks the necessary soul. It is difficult to call him a human being. It is more like half corpse and half monster. Maybe some memories are retained."

"This process seems to be irreversible. Even if we smash his body now, he, or rather it, will be reunited under the influence of extraordinary characteristics, unless we don't even keep his body when we kill him at the beginning."

"This weird resurrection ability goes beyond the moon path, and is a bit like the immortal witch."

When Renekton heard this, he looked at the crimson light that had returned to the corpse in mid-air with some vigilance. His intuition prevented him from using his voyeuristic eyes to take a closer look, as it seemed to hide what he saw and shouldn't see. s things.

Was it because this guy died that the original moon's backhand on him was triggered? Or has the ritual on the ground been destroyed, and the original moon can only achieve its original purpose by focusing on believers close to itself?

As his thoughts floated around, he looked up at the red moon above his head. Not sure if it was an illusion, but he felt that the blood moon tonight seemed scarier than before.

Click, click, a sound of the body twisting and deforming.

Renekton looked up and saw that the resurrected original moon believer had changed his appearance and was closer to an out-of-control monster.

It ignored Plak and Renekton, who were waiting to kill it again. Its body was dyed reddish before the attack of the sun and the realm of death, and turned into a hazy moonlight.

The moonlight instantly shattered under the attack and turned into pieces of red scales, which dissipated in place and quickly reorganized into a monster-like body at a higher place.

It stared crazily and obsessively at the blood-red moon above its head, with bright red flames bursting out of its body as if it were sacrificing itself. Its spirituality surged, and a large area of ​​deep red expanded around it, like another red moon. , as if establishing a wonderful connection with the red moon in the sky.

There seemed to be an illusory buzzing sound in Renekton's mind, and the master of prophecy's intuition seemed to be trembling.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart and raised his hand, condensing a deep and sticky black mass in his palm, like the materialization of the corrupted aura.

Then he threw the ball of darkness in his hand, and the aura of corruption expanded instantly, forming a dark, sticky "ocean" full of aura of decadence.

This "ocean" swayed slightly when it touched the illusory red moon formed by the crimson light, and then fell into self-contradiction as if it had some self-awareness. It remained stalemate in mid-air for a moment before disintegrating into nothingness. .

There were ripples in the crimson moonlight, as if there were a pair of invisible hands inside that were disturbing the moonlight wantonly.

With an illusory creaking sound, an illusive and hazy door engraved with many mysterious symbols suddenly opened.

The other side of the door is not the spiritual world where the connection should be established, but a deep darkness with no end. There is an empty, lonely, boundless and dark universe.

Colorful brilliance suddenly flashed from the depths of the dark universe, getting closer and brighter.

Dots of brassy light emerged from the void and moved quickly in the crimson moonlight, outlining mysterious symbols one after another, forming a pair of illusory eyes that could see everything clearly.

Under the gaze of these eyes, part of the brass-colored shimmer outlined an identical door with many mysterious symbols engraved on it.

The remaining brassy shimmer is attached to the illusory and hazy "Summoning Gate", constantly changing itself and integrating into it, until it strangely replaces part of it.

The two "Summoning Doors" overlapped, and relying on that strange and subtle connection, the splendid brilliance that should have rushed out of the door returned to its original point, returning to the dark and lonely depths of the universe.

The "summoning door" created by the original moon believers who sacrificed themselves soon became crumbling under the erosion of the brassy glimmer.

Bang!

A pair of illusory bat wings, burning with bits of scarlet and huge enough to cover a city, appeared. It directly hit the two "Summoning Doors" that were close together, trying to separate them with brute force.

A ray of light that was invisible to the naked eye formed by illusory and complex knowledge burst out from the depths of the spiritual world and reunited into a beautiful female figure in mid-air. It was Bernadette who happened to sense an abnormality in the spiritual world and came here. !

She wore an olive green dress and a soft hat with fine black gauze hanging down from it.

He raised his head and gazed at the two illusory and hazy doors that were close together and surrounded by the crimson moonlight, as well as the pair of huge bat wings that were somewhat illusory and transparent and seemed to disappear at any time.

She raised her hand to condense an ancient-style dark red spear, burning with lumps and dots of blood, and threw it high into the sky without hesitation.

The dark red meteor streaked through the sky, and in just a moment it penetrated the figure that had summoned the giant bat wings, leaving a hole the size of a fist, and quickly began to collapse from the inside out, heading towards death.

The almost completely out-of-control monster's body swayed and turned into ashes in the crimson flames, as if it had sacrificed its last bit of spirituality. The illusive and hazy "Summoning Door" slowly disappeared as it creaked and swayed. It stabilized again like a flashback.

An arm with a dark and sticky surface that seemed to be flowing with evil liquid suddenly stretched out, spanned a long distance in an instant, and slammed into the two "Summoning Doors" that were close to each other.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 458 Streamer

The huge power, accompanied by the extremely crazy aura of the Extreme Agreement, quickly filled the air, making everything around it dry and cracked, and a gap appeared in the two "Summoning Doors" that were originally tightly attached.

Several rays of blood-red and dark-red intertwined light instantly disappeared into the huge arm flowing with the evil liquid, quickly annihilating the strange-shaped objects that grew out of the dark viscous liquid, and then turned into crimson shackles, binding the "god" "Evil" Si'a's arm was pulled away.

As the gap between the two "Summoning Doors" was created, as if there was a huge force pushing behind it, several streams of light with different colors and complex auras rushed out from the other end of the door and turned into a star. Meteors fell in all directions.

Renekton's figure, who had been paying attention here, flashed instantly. Relying on the keen intuition of the master of prophecy, he locked onto the trajectory of a blue stream of light. His figure flashed in the sky one after another and appeared directly in front of the blue stream of light.

The bright stars continued to emerge in front of him, swirling layer by layer, and then retracted in an instant, condensing into a substantial mass.

boom!

The huge impact made Renekton's expression distorted for a moment, and at the same time he felt a vague, extremely high-level spiritual pollution. This pollution could even affect him by distorting the starlight he created.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the astrological instrument of Grand Duke "Full Moon", but it is stronger, close to the level of a demigod, and also contains a subtle and strong filth.

As his thoughts floated, Renekton spread more spirituality, and stars shining with light blue light emerged around him one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

The starlight continued to shrink, forming a mass of star sand that was constantly rotating and compressed in front of him.

Until all the strange powers were restrained, the constantly rotating star sand condensed to form a transparent crystal ball the size of an adult's fist.

In the crystal ball, pieces of starlight float by from time to time. It seems that as long as you focus enough and observe carefully enough, you can see the bright starry sky hidden in it.

In the other direction, Pulak, who reacted almost at the same time as Renekton, also intercepted a gray stream of light.

He originally wanted to directly open the door to the underworld in his body and capture this radiating light, but when this idea first came up, his spirituality palpitated. It was hard to describe, but it seemed that it would have a great impact on him. Influence.

Out of caution, he directly communicated with the real underworld and summoned a group of translucent ghosts. He drove these ghosts to construct a translucent wall with countless pale and twisted faces floating in mid-air, and the rich aura of death condensed into a substantial body. A thin mist floated up and down the walls.

boom! As a somewhat illusory impact sounded, the translucent wall quickly shattered, and then retracted under Pulak's control, condensing into a somewhat illusory translucent network.

The intercepted gray light struggled for a while, and then became helpless and silent.

Pulak noticed that the gray light was gradually becoming fainter and had a faint tendency to return to nature. He frowned slightly and pulled off a button from his coat and threw it into the translucent net.

The free gray light seemed to have found its support and quickly gathered into the bronze button.

Not far from the dissipated "Summoning Gate", a ray of light composed of complex knowledge passed by, directly containing and intercepting a stream of light.

In the light gathered by the complex knowledge, Bernadette's figure quickly reorganized. In the palm of her right hand, there was a mist the size of a baby's arm that was constantly flowing and deforming.

The next moment, densely packed bright stars flashed out, covering up the brilliance of the Blood Moon. The bright and twinkling stars outlined cold and indifferent eyes in the sky, and the space seemed to be distorted at this moment.

The streams of light that originally shot out into the distance drew strange arcs in the sky, like a car that suddenly lost control and was scurrying on a muddy and steep mountain road.

Although the process was distorted a lot, the streams of light seemed to have some kind of obscure and lofty will, breaking through the blockade she imposed and flying farther away.

Seeing that her blocking was ineffective, Bernadette stopped taking action. She frowned slightly and looked at the mist imprisoned in her hand.

She felt the power of chaos from this mist, which was similar but not identical to the Black Emperor's path. It inexplicably reminded her of the wishing lamp.

This is very similar to the aura I felt from the djinn when I made a wish to it. Isn't the djinn a thing of this world?

As her thoughts floated around, she looked up at the still scarlet blood moon, her eyes seeming to penetrate the sky and see the abstract star realm.

Before her eyes were about to peek into the star realm, she deflected her gaze and looked at the "god" Si'a and the vampire "Duke" who were pulling each other in the distance.

One of them wanted to intercept a stream of light that was very close to their own aura, and the other wanted to hinder the other party, and they started to pull together in the sky.

A stream of silvery white light changed its direction under the influence of Duke "Full Moon" and Sia, and fell towards the manor where the original moon believers gathered.

Bernadette glanced in that direction, and she saw the long river of destiny that was almost condensed into reality. It seemed that there was a node of destiny that was converging the countless tributaries of destiny.

Are high-ranking things or extraordinary people with destiny paths exerting influence and aggregation effects there? Does this also work for things outside of the twenty-two paths?

Thoughts floated one by one, and Bernadette's figure once again turned into a ray of light condensed from complex knowledge, rushing towards the place where the manor was located.

In the corner of the manor where the original moon believers gathered, Bugs Bunny, Bree and Ritz were hiding together on a big tree made of vines, staring at the surroundings without blinking.

Less than half of the mechanical device covering Ritz's body has been damaged. He was lying on the green branch like a salted fish, muttering: "I can't move, this pile of iron blocks is too heavy, it can produce All the mechanical parts of the propulsion force were damaged by the vampires."

Bree sat on the branch on the other side, licking her milky white paws gracefully. After hearing Ritz's words, she glanced sideways at him and said calmly:

"If you can't move, take them off first, otherwise you will be a perfect target if you have difficulty moving."

"No! What if I can't find it back? It cost me a lot of materials to build these machines."

Ritz curled his lips and retorted somewhat reluctantly.

It was lying on a branch just enough to look into the sky, and then saw a silver meteor streaking across the sky, getting closer and closer to itself.

"Wait a minute, a meteor seems to be falling!"

Ritz stood up from the branch in a panic. As a result, his center of gravity was unstable due to too much weight on his body, and he stumbled and fell from the branch.

"Woo~". Bang!

There was a scream and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

Bree, who was squatting on a branch, jumped down lightly. It seemed that he didn't find the right point of contact when he landed. He stepped on Ritz who was lying on the ground. His feet slipped and he fell straight on the ground. On Ci.

"Uh-huh."

Bugs Bunny looked down at the two cats who were suddenly unlucky, and hesitantly reached for the dice of probability in his pocket. He suspected that he accidentally touched the dice while running, causing the dice on it to Points have changed.

Silvery-white meteors would slide down from the sky at extremely fast speeds, and the silvery-white glow filled Bugs Bunny's field of vision.

There was no blazing heat, flames, or rumbling noises, it just appeared in front of it silently.

Bugs Bunny waved his cane in a panic, trying to block the meteor hitting him.

What surprised it was that it didn't feel the impact that the meteor should have. The silvery white light was as light as nothing, as if it was attracted by the cane in its hand, and quickly merged into it, twisting and stretching the cane. shape.

"Wow!"

Bugs Bunny was stunned for a moment, and accidentally stepped on the air. It fell straight to the ground, just falling on Bree who got up from Ritz.

boom! Bugs Bunny and Brie and Ritz were piled together like a stack of cats.

"What bad luck!" After muttering, Bugs Bunny shook his head and climbed up from Bree. He kicked off his legs and landed on the ground beside him.

"Uh!" "Ouch!"

"My waist is broken!"

"Smelly rabbit! It's time for you to lose weight!"

Bree and Ritz felt as if they had been hit hard, and the whole cat was a little dizzy. For a moment, they didn't have the strength to stand up from the ground.

Bugs Bunny patted his body with two paws, but didn't feel the presence of the Dice of Probability. He looked around in a panic. Even Brie and Ritz who were lying on the ground were picked up by him and were shaking. I flicked it twice to confirm whether the dice of probability had fallen on them.

"Don't let go"

"My bones are broken, you fat rabbit, don't touch me!"

After being thrown down by Bugs Bunny, Ritz staggered twice and lay down again, grinning and glaring angrily at Bugs Bunny.

Bree lay on the ground weakly and rubbed her belly. It felt that its internal organs had been displaced under the heavy pressure just now. This rabbit's weight is abnormal. When I become an alchemist in the future, I must transform myself into a Doraemon, a mechanical master. My body is really too fragile.

With two snaps, a dark brown baton and a milky white dice fell from the tree one after another.

Bree looked at what fell in front of her and shouted to Bugs Bunny with some confusion:

"Hey, rabbit, are you looking for this dice?"

Bugs Bunny glanced over here and rushed over quickly, even dragging a little afterimage behind him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 459 Similar authority

It looked at the constantly rotating dice of probability on the ground and the dark brown baton stuck diagonally in the soil and hesitated for a moment. He felt that the dice of probability seemed to have undergone some changes, and it seemed to be alive again.

After spinning in place for nearly a minute, the probability die finally stopped as if it had exhausted all its strength, with four o'clock pointing up!

Bugs Bunny hesitated for a moment before picking up the dice of probability from the ground and putting it in his pocket. Then it looked sideways at the baton stuck diagonally into the ground. It was a little unsure whether it was its own cane.

The illusory light composed of complex knowledge surged closer. When approaching Bugs Bunny, these complex knowledge re-condensed into the figure of Bernadette.

Bree and Riz looked at Bernadette who suddenly appeared in some trance. They had only seen this ability of transforming into an information creature in Grant. This was an extraordinary person as terrifying as Grant!

The two cats looked at each other silently, then turned their heads as if they had reached some tacit understanding, restrained their own characteristics, and tried their best to disguise themselves as ordinary cats.

Bernadette didn't pay attention to the expressive Bugs Bunny and the two cats on the side. She looked deeply at the baton stuck on the ground.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he looked back, looked at Bugs Bunny and said:

"This magical item of yours has been integrated with some strange foreign power and has undergone some changes. It now has some destiny-related qualities."

"If you want to continue using it, you'd better make a certain seal. That strange power will affect the user's fate and even bring some obscure pollution."

After warning Bugs Bunny, Bernadette's figure once again turned into an illusory light gathered from complex knowledge, surging away from here.

Bugs Bunny looked at the place where Bernadette disappeared and nodded blankly, then turned to look at Bree and Ritz, and said hesitantly:

"Hmm, can I still have this piece of my cane? Will it have a negative impact just by touching it?"

After hearing this, Brie stared at the baton for a long time, and finally shook his head hesitantly and said:

"I don't know. Let's just wait here for Grant or your boss to come over. They will definitely be able to seal this hand, uh, baton."

"Rabbit, your last sequence was a doctor. Please treat me quickly. I feel like my bones are broken."

Ritz, who was lying on the ground, interrupted the conversation between Bugs Bunny and Bree with a weak voice.

The prophet's clone who was chasing the original moon believers in Impas City paused for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lost focus and became blurry.

A slightly blurry picture emerged in his mind. A vague and hazy door stood under the red moon, and several streams of light with different colors and complex and strange auras poured out from it.

The picture in his mind quickly dissipated, but his spiritual intuition guided him to look at the sky and where the meteors streaked across.

Before he had time to think carefully about who exerted the influence on this sudden prophecy, a light blue glow instantly flowed from his eyes.

Light blue points of light kept appearing in front of him, quickly outlining a fuzzy door with no real sense of substance. The blue light flashed past, and the prophet's clone and the fuzzy door disappeared into the silent street at the same time.

Following his own spiritual intuition, the prophet clone came to a library in the city. Deep in the dark and deserted library, dots of blue light burst out from the spiritual world, quickly outlining an illusory door. .

As soon as the prophet's clone walked out of the other side of the door, his inspiration was touched. He immediately simulated the ability of the Eye of Peeping, allowing his sight to easily penetrate the layers of obstacles, and saw a colorful stream of light sliding from the sky. Over time, getting closer and closer to myself.

As if it were not in the same dimension as the real world, this stream of light silently penetrated the roof and walls and fell into the library.

The gorgeous radiance quickly dispersed, as if to integrate with the entire library, rendering every bookshelf and every book here with rich colors.

Amidst the clattering sound of the book turning, the prophet's clone saw that the words on the book began to twist. The knowledge recorded in the book became vivid, and they were intertwined with each other to build a strange world in the book.

"Is it an authority similar to the 'Creator'?" He whispered to himself, and the eyes of the prophet's clone instantly filled with a light blue glow.

Bits and pieces of silvery white emerge around, wandering wantonly, outlining one omniscient eye after another, looking for the strange power that is being integrated into the library.

"Involving dimensions, mysteries, and the realm of creation. It is most likely similar to the authority of the Wilderness of Knowledge, and it should also be somewhat similar to the 'Omniscient and Almighty Creator'."

Relying on the specialness of its reader path, the prophet clone quickly analyzed the strange forces around it.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the light blue glow in his eyes became more intense. His whole body continued to radiate out circles of warm and purifying radiance.

Relying on his knowledge of the solar path, the purification power he simulated will not be too far from the extraordinary ability exerted by the Dark One himself.

The strange power that was originally merging with the library was instantly repulsed, and the fusion process was forcefully stopped. The strange power, just like the characteristics of an extraordinary person, was precipitating bit by bit.

The rich ink-like color leached out from a book, dripped down continuously, and formed a puddle of liquid paint on the floor. A little bit of brass-colored glimmer emerged from the unknown communication, constantly traveling in mid-air, outlining a blank picture, covering the pool of paint on the ground with great purpose.

The blank scroll is dyed with rich and complex colors, like an abstract oil painting, outlining a pattern full of distortions.

As soon as this distorted picture of the starry sky appeared, it was captured by an invisible hand and disappeared directly in front of the prophet's clone.

As soon as those free brassy glimmers appeared, the prophet's clone knew what was going on. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he couldn't help but complain:

"So, what's the purpose of me coming here? To be a locator?"

Pas Valley, above the sky near East Balam.

Grant leaned leisurely on the high-backed chair made of stars, as if he was looking at something interesting. He slightly raised the corners of his lips and stared unblinkingly at the machine that was guarding him not far away. Dolls.

"See, your god has been stopped."

"Although the development of this matter is somewhat beyond my expectation, it seems that your Steam Church and the Intis military still failed to reverse the situation. The Pas Valley area will usher in its new ruler."

There was no expression on the cold face of the mechanical doll. He looked around casually, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"Even if Mesanyes truly unified the Pas Valley, can the next two countries Intis and Loen retaliate with only one local armed force?"

"Under the pressure of the countries in the northern continent, can he really lead the development of these indigenous people in the southern continent?"

Glenn chuckled nonchalantly and said:

"Time will witness everything. Maybe, it won't be long before all the churches of your Steam Church in the Southern Continent will be cleared out?"

"Hmph! Heretic."

The mechanical doll's words were directly interrupted. Grant's figure turned into a ray of light composed of complex knowledge and disappeared in front of him. The lavender eyes that appeared around him also disappeared and were isolated. The hidden space also returned to normal.

In the mid-air not far away, a ray of light that was invisible to the naked eye floated across, enveloping a ray of light that streaked across the sky like a meteor and fell to the ground.

The complex knowledge instantly reconstructed Grant's figure. She looked down at the piece of light gray amber held in the palm of her right hand.

There are traces of mist floating inside, as if the deepest and darkest desires in the human heart have materialized. Just looking at it makes people feel a lot of discomfort.

"Devil? But it doesn't have that extremely rich aura of depravity."

After whispering in a deep voice, her figure instantly became transparent, and once again turned into a light composed of complex knowledge, surging into the spiritual world and flowing into the distance.

From time to time, in the glass shades of gas street lamps, in the puddles formed by water on the ground, and in the bay windows of row houses, a pale figure flashed past.

He was wearing a black clergy robe, his face was thin, his eyes were sunken like a mummy, his skin was brown, with a sickly paleness. He didn't look like a living person, but more like a sinister ghost. There was still gurgling red blood on his body. Flow and drip into the dark and deep mirror world.

"hu~hu~"

Zatwin gasped for air and made a whooshing sound from the pain.

Although he was far away from the battlefield in the Pas Valley, he still did not dare to stop. There was always an urgent sense of crisis in his heart, and it seemed that danger was approaching.

Damn it, the scattered blood that I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a master of prophecy, and divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this what is special about the God's Favored One? It was obvious that the last time he fought with Maihams, he was just an Beyonder who had just been promoted to Sequence Four.

As soon as his thoughts started to float, the dark mirror world around him suddenly became brighter. The crimson moonlight illuminated the surroundings, making the originally unreal and unreal scene clear again.

Zatwin stopped in surprise, and looked around with vigilant eyes, trying to find the existence that was secretly exerting influence.

It's sizzling!

The sound of glass cracking and shattering kept ringing.

Zatwin turned around in shock, and with a crashing sound, the glass windows originally painted with colorful patterns shattered and fell, hitting the floor, disintegrating and melting, turning into a puddle of silver-white liquid, completely lost. Mirror properties.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 460 Amon passing by

The expression on Zatwin's face froze for an instant, and his spiritual intuition was shouting crazily, as if something bad had happened.

Huh~ Taking a deep breath, he looked around for a long time with a solemn expression, but found nothing. Only the pool of silver-white liquid on the floor was slowly flowing, gradually converging into a closed circle.

"Something is wrong, something dangerous seems to have happened, but nothing here appears abnormal at all, except"

Whispering to himself, he lowered his eyes and looked at the circle formed of silver-white liquid on the ground. This was the only abnormality in the room.

He took a step back, and his figure suddenly became transparent and illusory, like a real resentful spirit.

There was no mirror around him that he could cling to, so he planned to enter the spiritual world and stay away from this place by roaming in the spiritual world.

The transparent and illusory figure quickly became thinner. At the moment when he was about to disappear, he seemed to have triggered something. The scene in the room suddenly blurred for a moment. When everything became clear again, he returned to the previous position, back to the world outside the mirror. the second before.

Damn it, the scattered blood that I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a master of prophecy, and divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this what is special about the God's Favored One? It was obvious that the last time he fought with Maihams, he had just been promoted to Sequence Four.

As soon as his thoughts started to float, the dark mirror world around him suddenly became brighter. The crimson moonlight illuminated the surroundings, making the originally unreal and unreal scene clear again.

Zatwin stopped in surprise, and looked around with vigilant eyes, trying to find the existence that was secretly exerting influence.

The next moment, he suddenly turned back and looked at the painted glass window behind him. There was nothing there, only a pool of silver-white liquid on the ground, which exactly outlined a closed circle.

Why isn't the glass window broken? No, why do I think the glass window should be broken at this time? How did I escape from the mirror world and appear here?

Zatwin ignored the wound on his chest that was still crawling and recovering, and tried to establish contact with something. His spiritual intuition kept warning, and it seemed that he had fallen into some strange situation.

"You seem to be in a hurry. You might as well talk to me. Maybe I can help you." A voice that seemed to be deliberately lowered sounded from behind him without any sense of violation.

Zatwin felt that his heart, which had just recovered from squirming, was beating twice violently in an instant. The pain of tearing flesh and blood brought his thoughts back to his mind. He turned around in shock and looked behind him at the place where the sound had just sounded.

He saw a crow with shiny black feathers and a circle of white eyeshadow on its right eye. It appeared in the room at some point and stood on the wooden chair close to the wall.

His vision blurred for a moment, and the original crow suddenly turned into a figure wearing a black classical robe and a soft pointed hat of the same color. He had black curly hair and black eyes. He was sitting leisurely on a wooden chair, playing with a stone in his hand. Like a monocle made of ground crystal.

"Amon!" Zatwin was just stunned for a moment, and he quickly recognized the other person. While he was shocked, he couldn't help but take half a step back.

"Haha, I didn't expect people from the Rose School to know me. It seems like my reputation is quite high."

Amon twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an insincere smile. He held the edge of the monocle and shook it, and then put the monocle on his right eye.

Ignoring Zatwin's suspicious and wary gaze, he chuckled and said:

"I happened to be passing by and was attracted by the unusual fluctuations in destiny here. I didn't expect to see such a gorgeous drama."

"It's a mixed battlefield, and even the so-called righteous gods and starry sky guys above are involved. It's a pity that the light of the red moon is too bright, and some guys deliberately cover it up, otherwise you can see the true colors of the stars tonight "

"I haven't seen such a gorgeous drama in a long time, so I couldn't help but want to participate. After all, even my paranoid brother secretly joined the carnival!"

".What?" Zatwin looked at Amon in shock. As he stepped back, his figure suddenly became illusory and transparent.

Following his movements, the scene in the room instantly shattered, as if going back in time.

Damn it, the scattered blood that I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a master of prophecy, and divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this what is special about the God's Favored One? It was obvious that the last time he fought with Maihams, he had just been promoted to Sequence Four.

Zatwin only felt that he was in a trance for a moment. The dark mirror world around him suddenly became brighter. The crimson moonlight illuminated the surroundings, making the originally unreal and unreal scene clear and clear.

Amon was sitting on the wooden chair next to the wall, looking at Zatwin who reappeared, raising his eyebrows slightly, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Why are you so anxious? I triggered the restart before I even finished speaking. I don't have the hobby of saying what I have already said again."

While speaking, he held a black glove in his right hand and put it on his left hand.

Before Zatwin had time to digest Amon and his words that suddenly appeared in front of him, he saw the black glove he was putting on his left hand.

He subconsciously looked down at his left hand, which was empty, and the glove that was supposed to be on his hand had disappeared.

"When?" Zatwin's pupils dilated slightly, his tone full of disbelief and surprise.

Amon chuckled and looked up at him and said: "When I was talking just now, you listened too carefully, and accidentally triggered the special thing here and entered the loop. I had to help you put away this glove for the time being. "

The black glove was put on by Amon on his left hand. He tightened his fist casually, and the glove that was originally close to the skin instantly emitted a little bit of gray light. These shimmers continued to wander around Amon's palm, outlining the A worm of time with twelve transparent links emerges.

The transparent and illusory Worm of Time twisted and squirmed wantonly in mid-air, and then slowly integrated into Amon's body, which made the aura on Amon's body instantly solidify.

Zatwin was stunned for a moment when he felt the change in Amon's expression, and his deeply sunken eyes were full of anger.

"Humph!"

He opened his mouth slightly, wriggled his throat and let out a cold snort that could pierce a person's eardrums and hurt the spirit body.

As soon as the sound came out of the mouth, it suddenly disappeared.

"Quiet, you mutants like to shout at every turn. Is it that only screaming can bring you a sense of security?"

Amon frowned slightly, his tone a little impatient, as if he had met a child who kept playing high-pitched sounds in his ears.

Zatwin had a cold face, and there was unconcealable malice flowing in his eyes, and he felt like he was gradually becoming metamorphosed in silence.

His eyes were fixed on Amon in front of him, and it seemed that as long as he was sure of the opponent's true nature, he would rush forward and give the opponent a fatal blow at any time.

"The thoughts in your mind are mixed with a stench, which is as bad as the smell in the abyss. Have you been pickled by the mother tree of desire? Have you given birth to a child for her?"

"Apart from dismemberment, don't you have any other torture methods?"

Amon sat leisurely on the wooden chair, with a slight smile on his lips. His voice was warm and gentle, but it could always arouse people's emotions.

"." Zatwin opened his cracked mouth with a ferocious expression, as if he was screaming silently, and the strong curse force was vented around him as he opened his mouth.

Amon's figure suddenly twisted, a layer of greasy and viscous liquid secreted from the surface of the skin, and the skin gradually turned dark green. The body continued to twist and retract, deforming in the direction of the frog.

As his figure changed, Amon "lost" most of his traits and extraordinary abilities, and he turned into a real frog.

Zatwin watched this scene and slowly raised the corners of his lips. He knew that he had guessed correctly. The Amon here was just a clone of the fourth level of the sequence.

He stuck out his dark red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. The malice in his eyes became more obvious, as if he had already thought about how to deal with the frog.

Zatwin looked down at the confused frog lying on the ground, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said jokingly:

"Qua~"

"Quack? Quack!"

Um? what happened? Why do I make frog noises?

Zatwin was horrified to find that everything around him had been magnified several times, and even the colors had become lighter. No, it was not that the things around him were magnified, but that my body had become smaller!

Uneasy thoughts came one after another in Zatwin's mind. He had some vague realizations in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

".How interesting!"

Amon squatted down, chuckled, looked down at the frog at his feet with only half a heart left, and said to himself:

"This ability to swap fates is interesting, don't you think?"

"I almost forgot that aliens with strong vitality can survive without a heart, but ordinary frogs don't have this ability."

Amon was talking to himself. On the floor at his feet, there was a frog with dry and cracked skin and half a heart missing. It lay there motionless. Its legs were stretched very straight, revealing a light yellowish white color. belly.

The frog's eyes were somewhat sunken, staring at the ceiling, as if glaring at someone who was in front of him.

Dots of gray-white light were precipitating from the frog's body, and the speed gradually increased. Within a moment, the floating light dots flooded the entire room, and then began to slowly flow and converge, forming a vortex that collapsed inward.

Those precipitated characteristics were reintegrated into the frog corpse on the ground, and a bright white light lit up around it.

(End of this chapter)