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Chapter 496 Secrets and Storms!

After a moment of stalemate with Amon, Renekton suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Cold eyes shining with bright starlight emerged from the surrounding darkness. The pupils of each eye reflected an illusory symbol composed of layers of doors, like illusory overlapping passages, connecting the surroundings. The space is disrupted and chaotically spliced ​​together.

"Interesting." Amon sighed in a low voice.

His figure suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared next to a starry eye.

The next moment, Renekton felt that he had lost control of that eye.

Can this also be parasitic?

"Why can't it be parasitic? Sequence 0 of the 'Stealer' pathway is called 'Error', which itself means becoming a parasitic parasite on time, fate, and rules."

"So, as the being closest to Sequence 0 on this path, isn't it normal that I can parasitize your extraordinary ability?"

Amon explained with a chuckle.

As he spoke, he wandered through the space divided into fragments by chaos. In less than half a minute, nearly one-third of the space fell under his control.

"It seems like we need to add some fun to our game." While speaking, Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers again.

Stars appeared one after another around him, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars wander freely in the sky, outlining one strange symbol after another, showing the atmosphere of frost, mind, corruption, shadow, etc., just like magic scrolls drawn out of thin air.

As soon as these strange symbols took shape, they turned into bright stars and flew away one after another, flashing randomly in the divided space around them, attracting and repelling each other, and it was difficult to predict where they would appear next.

Amon stopped and looked at the bright stars swimming freely with great interest. No matter how these stars moved, they were always just a little short of touching him.

After stopping for a moment, Amon moved forward and caught a starlight that was close to him. The blue starlight turned dark the moment he touched it, turning into a pool of viscous liquid full of depravity. , climbing up Amon's arms, trying to completely engulf and corrode him.

Amon shook his hand slightly, and the viscous liquid full of depravity was easily thrown away like ordinary water stains.

"Is it some kind of use of the orbits of the stars? It seems that you have a deep understanding of the starry sky above your head, but have you forgotten that I am the most powerful 'decryption scholar' in the world."

As Amon spoke, he wandered wantonly among the flying bright stars, which could not even touch the corners of his clothes.

Renekton was silent for a moment, and his figure instantly became transparent, turning into little surging starlight, moving around randomly, disturbing the starlight that Amon had found a pattern while modifying the parasitized eyes.

The fight between him and Amon made the surrounding area look like a computer screen that failed to load, with only blue light spots flashing randomly.

The randomly flashing picture lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and then suddenly shut down. At a certain moment, it was dark, pure darkness without a trace of light.

In the darkness that submerged everything, there seemed to be countless malicious eyes appearing. They were monsters hidden in the depths of the darkness. As the light disappeared, they finally became active.

The remaining aura belonging to the goddess of the night exploded at this moment, and no sound could be heard from the surrounding silence. Even Amon, who had the status of the King of Angels, could not break through the restrictions of secrecy for a while.

Before being completely engulfed by the remaining aura of the Night Goddess, a rather dim star suddenly flickered, and the voice belonging to Renekton came out clearly. It was when he first entered the Forsaken Land, he was in a secret state. Download a recorded dragon language word:

"Leodro!"

As if a switch was triggered, the divine power belonging to the storm domain gathered in the air, turning into silver-white electric snakes that jumped out, with a violent and destructive aura that was as strong as the substance, and struck down densely.

In just an instant, the silver-white thunder forest flooded everything around it and destroyed everything around it.

In the afternoon town, the Silver City exploration team sat around a bonfire. Many of them had wounds on their bodies and were bandaging and treating each other.

Derrick's face was a little flustered. The moment Amon's transparent face appeared, he even had the illusion that his heart had stopped beating.

He stared at Colin standing upright holding a straight sword with lingering fear, and asked with some worry:

"Your Excellency, is the face that was captured from the statue just now Amon?"

Colin was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"I haven't seen Amon's true form, so I can't be sure. But judging from the reaction of the 'White Tower' man you mentioned, it should be him, otherwise he wouldn't be so panicked and banished us for a short time."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dense sheets of thunder came from the distant horizon, carrying a terrifying, violent, and destructive aura. The dazzling silver light illuminated the sky north of the town for the entire afternoon. Derrick stared blankly into the distance, his brown hair rising slightly. He felt a faint tingling on his skin, as if the air around him was carrying a slight electric current.

"This" Derrick looked at the chief in a daze, but found that Colin's expression also showed an unprecedented heaviness.

As a "demon hunter", Colin, the chief of Silver City, was the first to come to his senses. He turned around and looked around at the people in the exploration team, and said in a deep voice:

"Take a rest and suspend the exploration of Afternoon Town. When the next lightning-prone period occurs, we will return to Silver City."

In the hidden world, Renekton's eyes are constantly flowing with a pure glow of deep blue and almost purple, which looks extremely sacred and cold, always resisting the tranquility and calming effect of the remaining aura of the Night Goddess.

In the hidden state, everything he saw in the real world was shrouded in a dark fog. On the other side of the fog, the silver-white electric snake that destroyed everything was swiping wantonly. The dazzling silver made him feel like his hair was rising.

Fortunately, I have been in contact with 0-17 and am quite familiar with the aura of the Night Goddess. With the help of the remaining aura and divine power of the Night Goddess here, I can transform myself into a hidden state. Even the Lord of Storms' divine punishment cannot penetrate the hidden world. Hurts me.

Renekton sighed in his heart while trying to find Amon's figure.

The silvery electric light drowned everything. He stared at the real world outside the dark fog for a long time, but could not find Amon.

The lightning storm brought by the remaining power of the Storm Lord did not last long. In less than half a minute, darkness enveloped the place again.

In the hidden world, Renekton observed that the silvery white surrounding the real world finally disappeared. He let out a long sigh, then half-clasped his right hand, and a ball of extremely slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in the palm of his hand. The light was very dim, with a sense of tranquility. The feeling of tranquility.

By simulating the aura of the goddess of the night, he leveraged the hidden power around him and lifted his own hidden state.

As soon as he returned to reality, Renekton's pale blond hair stood up straight, like a hedgehog with fried hair. There was a constant burning and needle-pricking sensation on his skin, and the air was full of anxious breath. , the ground under his feet had long turned into a piece of carbonized powder, with a huge pit sunken into it.

As soon as his figure solidified, it quickly transformed into countless bright stars, surging away from here.

To the east of the Land Abandoned by the Gods, the lightning that flashed across the sky from time to time reflected the deep and dark ravine below. On the edge of the huge ravine, a figure wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat of the same color sat on the edge of a huge rock.

He had black curly hair, dark eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face. He was playing with a monocle made of a piece of crystal in his hand, and had a tepid smile on his lips.

After a moment, countless gray light points poured out from the void, forming an inconspicuous stream of light, all of which sank into his body.

He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something or listening to something.

After a moment, he raised his head again and looked deeply to the west. His eyes seemed to be able to span infinite distances and see the people and things over there.

"Haha, interesting. Did you use the remaining aura and divine power of the night and storm?"

Gu Zi whispered, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the edge of the boulder. When the next silver lightning illuminated the ground, his figure had already appeared thousands of meters away.

In the afternoon town, in a mostly collapsed church, a figure wearing a simple white robe was lying on the ground, praying in a low voice toward the altar in front of him.

"Demon Hunter" Colin and the members of the exploration team including Derrick gathered around him on the other side vigilantly.

Fine, bright star sand suddenly poured in from all parts of the church, and they met in mid-air, outlining Renekton's figure.

As the figure regrouped, he briefly looked around the church, clearly seeing the vigilant people in Silver City, and also saw the false figure praying by the altar.

"It seems that the actions of Amon and I just now broke the balance here, and all the things that were supposed to be in the hidden world came out."

While speaking, Renekton stretched out his right hand towards the figure lying on the ground praying quietly and selflessly. Starlight filled his hand, intending to directly erase the figure.

Seeing Renekton's actions, Derrick subconsciously stopped him and said:

"Wait a minute, Mr. White Tower, can you listen to what he is saying? Maybe we can discover some secrets."

"Yes, but this is just an illusory image and cannot answer your questions."

After lightly nodding, Renekton suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In the prayer hall, the voice of the man who was lying on the ground and praying was suddenly amplified a lot:

"Almighty Lord, I repent. I tempted Sasril. The great disaster will start from here!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 497 Conversation

The voice of prayer and repentance continued twice, and then Renekton raised his hand to create a pure and bright starlight, melting and erasing the prostrate figure on the ground.

After doing all this, he turned around calmly, looked at the people in Silver City behind him and said:

"I thought you would just leave here after the 'exile' is over."

"It seems like you are pretty lucky. I'm not sure of the exact location of 'Exile'. I can only roughly throw you to a less dangerous place. I can't guarantee whether Amon will interfere with 'Exile'."

Colin, the chief "demon hunter" of Silver City, nodded slightly, bent his back slightly and bowed:

"Thank you for your help."

"We are quite lucky and have not encountered any danger that cannot be solved."

Renekton nodded lightly and did not ask any more questions.

Derrick, who was still holding the Hurricane Ax tightly in his hand, also walked over and said with a bit of shyness and worry on his face:

"Mr. White Tower, have you gotten rid of Amon?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"Almost, I used the remaining magical power of 'Storm' and 'Dark Night' here to get rid of some of his clones, but I can't be sure if they are all the clones here. It's hard for me to find out if he wants to hide."

"If you are worried, you can ask for Mr. Fool's gaze. Amon cannot hide from Mr. Fool's gaze."

"I understand, thank you, Mr. White Tower." Derrick nodded seriously.

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Colin, the chief of Silver City. Derrick felt that he seemed to read something from the chief's eyes. He raised his eyelids suddenly, then looked at Renekton and continued. asked:

"Mr. White Tower, do you know who the kings mentioned by the phantom praying here just now are? What is the huge disaster? Also, who seduced Sasril?"

Derrick asked all the questions in his mind in one breath, and then looked at Renekton nervously, waiting for the other party's answer.

Renekton said without hesitation:

"The king refers to the eight kings of angels who served the ancient sun god. As for the huge disaster, you have already known it. The person who tempted Sasriel did not exist. The clergyman who existed in the past just now knew That may not be the truth. As for the one he cannot tell, he is the one among the seven gods in the outside world who has the secret authority."

After a pause, his eyes fell on Silver City Chief Colin, and he chuckled:

"It's my turn to ask questions."

"Do you have any records about the 'Master' or the 'Mysterious Demon' in Silver City?"

Colin lowered his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly shook his head and said:

"No, at least not that I know of. If you need it, I can help you look up the information after returning to Silver City."

Renekton nodded slightly, not too surprised by this. After all, Silver City used to be a city-state that believed in the Harvest Goddess, and later it belonged to the ancient Sun God. The people who had more contact with it were related to giants.

After pondering for a moment, he then asked:

"Do you know the 'God of Wishes'? It has always stayed in this land."

"The God of Wishes? The god who destroys the demon wolf?"

Colin just thought for a moment and found the memory about the "God of Wishes" from his mind.

Renekton nodded slightly and said, "That's it, Dark Demonic Wolf Kotal."

"Sorry, Silver City's knowledge of it is limited to a few records left before the Cataclysm. We have not come across anything related to this 'God of Wishes' during our exploration of the surrounding areas."

Colin slowly shook his head. Regarding the "God of Wishes", the limited records in Silver City only mentioned it in the God of Destruction of Demonic Wolf, and there was no record of its name.

Renekton nodded slightly and sighed silently in his heart, then turned his head to look at the little sun Derrick, who was a little taller than him, and said:

"You'd better pray to Mr. Fool every once in a while and pray for his eyes. Amon will not leave so easily, whether in Silver City or elsewhere."

"I will stay in the God-Forsaken Land for a long time. If anything happens, you can contact me through prayer. With some special help, I can answer prayers in a wide range."

"Then, I'll leave first."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless starlights. The statue instantly shattered and turned into countless bright starlights flowing in all directions.

In just a moment, all the stars in the prayer hall disappeared, leaving only a pale yellow note floating down where Renekton had just stood.

Derrick subconsciously reached out and caught the note. With the dim light of the candlesticks on both sides of the hall, he could see the words on the note clearly. They were written in Giant language, but they were somewhat similar to the Giant language commonly used in Silver City. It's not the same, but he can still understand it.

"The favored one of knowledge and mysteries. The wise man from the unknown. The eye that peeps into the truth. The disaster of the Rhoside Islands. The great Al Taines!" After saying the honorary name written on the note intermittently, he handed it over. The note was handed to Chief Colin on the side.

"You can keep it." Colin responded simply, without reaching out to take the note. He held a straight sword in each hand and walked towards the outside of the half-collapsed church.

Throughout the afternoon, the town heard roars one after another, similar to the roars of wild animals, and sporadic firelights lit up in the town, as if it had returned to a state of human life.

Before Colin could walk out of the mostly collapsed church, a monster with a unique single eye and a face covered with dense black short hair began to rush in.

Ding Ding Deng!

Two monsters with black short hair like beasts also rushed out from inside the church. One of them had the height of a normal human and had two eyes, while the other was like a little giant with only one eye on his face.

"The town's hidden depravity and madness are on full display"

Colin, who was standing upright with two straight swords in his hands, sighed, then raised his sword and faced the tallest monster.

Derrick also quickly formed a battle formation with his surrounding companions, trying to stop the two monsters that rushed out of the church.

On the "Future", the constantly flashing starlight illuminates the quiet and peaceful night around it, like a ship sailing in the sea of ​​stars.

Everyone on the ship fell into a deep sleep. Some of them were lying in the corners of the cabin, some were reclining directly in the stairwell, and some were lying on their own beds.

In the dream world, Anderson materialized an easy chair at some point and was lying leisurely on it, admiring the religious and sacred murals on the dome.

The next moment, Klein, who maintained the image of Gehrman Sparrow, pushed the door in from the other side.

Anderson was still lying leisurely on the easy chair without looking back. When Klein approached, he suddenly said:

"I'm about to leave this damn sea. Do you think I should pray to that unknown great existence? According to Al's prophecy, after I leave this sea, the bad luck on my body will erupt even more imperceptibly. ."

Are you reminding me to throw you into the sea the first time I leave this sea?

Klein cursed in his heart, and then spoke in Hermann's usual cold voice:

"what ever."

Anderson twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a false smile and said:

"Hey, he is indeed a 'crazy adventurer'. He is cold and ruthless enough. I thought that after going through an adventure, we could be considered friends?"

Klein took a few steps forward and asked casually:

"Who do you believe in? 'The God of Knowledge and Wisdom', or the 'Lord of Storms', or something else?"

Anderson's expression suddenly became a little strange:

"I originally believed in the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom', and I also studied in a church school for a long time."

"But the pastors of the Knowledge Church are so abominable. Just because I failed in some subjects, they ignored my ordinary and handsome face and looked at me like a fool all day long."

"Bah! I just don't want to learn those boring courses. I have always been among the best in the basics of painting, art appreciation and art knowledge courses that I like! Only Edwina, who has a long face all day long, can Match me in these subjects!"

"Of course, after coming to the sea, you will more or less believe in the 'Storm Lord'."

This guy is really a classmate of "Vice Admiral Iceberg". If those people on the "Golden Dream" find out, will they drown this guy in spittle? The style of the Church of Knowledge is completely different from other churches. They have a unique chain of IQ contempt. No wonder the belief in the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" is not as widespread as the other six gods.

Klein couldn't help but think about it in his mind. He relied on the facial control ability brought about by the "Faceless Man" stage to prevent himself from laughing.

After a brief silence, Klein considered his words and said:

"Since your faith is not firm in the first place, there is no problem in praying to existences other than your own faith."

The corner of Anderson's mouth twitched. He wanted to retort that if the people in the Church of Knowledge hadn't disliked his IQ, his faith would actually be quite firm.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly asked: "Al said you are a favored one. Which favored one are you? Does He have the authority to control the field of destiny?"

"." Klein responded silently.

Without waiting for Klein to organize his words, he continued on his own:

"Forget it, I will pray to the 'Fool' as soon as I leave this sea area. As a treasure hunter, you always need a bit of adventurous spirit. Anyway, I have never heard of anyone losing control, going crazy, or dying because of praying to Him."

It is true that you will not be in danger because of this, but you will not be relieved of your bad luck because of this. Klein stretched his hand to his forehead, thinking about how to stop Anderson from praying to him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 498 The weird woods

In the afternoon town, while Derrick rolled forward to avoid the monster's attack, the hurricane ax held in his right hand slashed into the calf of a giant covered with short black hair.

Boom!

A bolt of silver lightning fell out of thin air, causing the monster to tremble and freeze on the spot.

Derrick stood up calmly. He did not continue to use the hurricane ax to chop, but opened his arms as if embracing the sun.

A bright, brilliant and pure holy light descended, covering the monster in front.

In the light filled with the breath of the sacred sun, the black short-haired monster screamed and fell down, a puff of black mist emerged from its body, and in an instant it was melted into the light and dissipated invisible.

On the other side, Silver City Chief Colin held a silver straight sword in each hand. After repelling several monsters approaching him, he suddenly retreated a distance, bowed his back slightly, and inserted the straight sword in his hand. Decayed gray stone floor.

Pieces of morning light fragments burst out from the swords of the two straight swords. They were densely packed and countless, forming a shimmering and violent sharp hurricane, sweeping out in all directions.

The bright morning light quickly enveloped everything around it, cutting, dissolving, and consuming away the monsters covered with short black hair.

The bright morning light lasted for about half a minute. It was not until Colin got up from the ground that the surrounding morning light gradually dissipated, and there was no longer a monster around.

After a period of fighting, everyone in Silver City has discovered that the monsters here are afraid of strong light.

Although the dawn light of the "Dawn Knight" is not as good as the "Light Prayer" in the field of holiness and light, the effect of the morning light used by Colin, who is already a "demon hunter", is no better than the holy light summoned by Derrick. Poor, and can cover a wider range.

As the last monster was eliminated, the town suddenly returned to silence in the afternoon, with only deep darkness covering everything.

Silver City Chief Colin looked around and said in a deep voice:

"Take some rest first, and then return to Silver City."

Regarding the exploration of Afternoon Town, accidents continued to occur. Although the exploration team had no casualties, they were all more or less injured. In addition, Mr. "White Tower" suddenly appeared from the outside world, and that Amon, This forced him to reconsider his plan to explore the Giant King's Court.

In Silver City, piles of black hair-like plants grow in patches between the tall walls of Silver City, fluttering like hair in the whining wind.

Renekton stayed far away and glanced in the direction of Silver City, looking at the top of the city wall where a lantern was inserted at regular intervals, and the hidden residents patrolling above with animal skin lanterns.

After a brief inspection, his figure became transparent again, turning into bright starlight and surging around, moving away from here in the direction of the wind.

Renekton sometimes strolled, sometimes transformed into a surge of starlight, and soon walked far away towards the south of Silver City.

He wears a hooded black classical robe with many strange symbols and magic signs drawn on it, like scattered stars, surrounding a cold and indifferent eye. In his left hand, he holds a transparent crystal ball that blooms with misty starlight. An image of a mysterious wizard walking in the wilderness in stories and legends.

On a dry river, shards of starlight began to gather from within, reuniting Renekton's figure.

He looked thoughtfully at the river bed at his feet. It wasn't particularly dry, but there was no water either. The moisture level was evenly distributed. It didn't look like it was drying up slowly, but more like the river suddenly disappeared? Falling into a state of incomplete secrecy, only to return to reality at completely random or fixed times?

While he paused, his eyes flashed and became extremely dark, then became clear again after a moment.

"There are residual auras of the goddess of the night around. It seems that the river is indeed hidden."

"But it seems there are still people living here, well, there used to be."

Some scenes spied through the River of Destiny allowed Renekton to see some scenes that had happened here. Among them were monsters and humans. They had more or less traces of alienation on their bodies. They were holding less bright lanterns and walking around. River water is collected carefully by the river.

Although it is impossible to determine the specific time, the scenes in those pictures should have happened a long time ago, and the survivors around here were not struggling in the darkness.

Sighing in his heart, Renekton followed his intuition and walked towards the dark depths on the right side of the river.

With the help of lightning that fell from time to time in the sky, he saw a dark, dry, and strange forest less than a hundred meters away from the river.

There was not a single leaf, and both the trunk and the branches were extremely twisted. There were holes, large or small, on the trunk, like ferocious, twisted, screaming faces.

Every tree smells of decay, coldness and death, but it also gives people a strange, living feeling. The dark blue in Renekton's eyes continued to flow, outlining complex symbols one after another.

The next moment, a huge, illusory eye appeared from above the woods, and its cold-as-substance gaze swept across every corner of the woods.

Renekton stopped where he was, carefully analyzing the various details about the entire forest that came to his mind.

Possessing the characteristics of both the living and the undead, transforming incomplete dead creatures? Can plants also transform into undead? Logically speaking, this place lacks light and a stable water source, so it is completely unsuitable for plant growth, unless it has mutated into a monster?

They were once monsters activated by the power of the earth realm, and later they were infected by the power left by the former God of Death and became undead. But because of their own specialness, this change was not complete?

After stopping to think for a while, Renekton made the huge transparent and illusory eye above the woods disappear, and then stared deeply at the woods ahead, intending to rely on prophecy to determine whether there was danger ahead.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and planned to cross the strange woods directly.

These strange trees themselves do not have the ability to cause danger to me, but they form a delicate balance with the accumulated divine power of death, earth, and even the night realm. Once this balance goes wrong, I may not be able to escape the remaining divine power here. Influence.

When Renekton was about to cross the woods from the air, a silvery lightning fell nearby and illuminated the surrounding area.

With the help of the brief whitening brought by the lightning, he noticed an upside-down tree buried in the ground at the edge of the woods. The twisted tree seemed to have a strip of cloth hanging on it that was similar in color to the trunk.

Since it was very close to the tree trunk and the color was almost the same, if the lightning hadn't landed at the right location, he wouldn't have noticed this subtle anomaly.

"The traces left by humans. The people who once gathered in this area found a way to coexist with this strange forest?"

Whispering to himself, Renekton took a few steps and approached the edge of the woods. His left hand holding the crystal ball slightly turned his wrist.

The starlight in the crystal ball flashed, and the invisible gravitational disturbance directly pulled up the tree buried upside down in the ground.

Renekton frowned slightly as he looked at the strange tree that was fully exposed. Perhaps it was because most of it was buried underground and could not grow wildly. This tree grew very restrained and strange:

The tree trunk is partially bowed, and near the top, there are thick branches growing out on the left and right sides. The curves are very strange, like two separated and struggling arms.

If you stand a little further and look at it, you can see that this is a man with his back bent and struggling in pain.

Renekton reached out and grabbed the dark-colored cloth strip surrounding the tree trunk with indistinct tree skin texture, and pulled hard twice.

It felt very rough, like rough linen made of plant fiber. It had grown together with the trunk of the tree. Renekton pulled it hard several times, but could not break it.

Renekton, who kept his movements unchanged, lowered his head slightly. His eyes flashed and became extremely deep, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm. He obviously lost focus and his eyes were blurry.

I was in a daze for a moment, and a picture soon appeared in my mind:

In the darkness, a figure holding an animal skin lantern was running quickly, breathing heavily as he ran. Due to the angle of view, Renekton could not see the appearance of this figure, and could only feel the overflowing feeling. The fear and despair in his chest, and the trees around him that were not only receding but twisted and weird.

The surrounding trees receded very quickly. Renekton used this to estimate the speed of the owner of this perspective, and found that he was faster than the wolves running at full speed in the wilderness.

A Sequence 7 or Sequence 6 Beyonder, and one who has greatly enhanced physical strength. As his thoughts floated, Renekton felt that suffocating despair became more intense, and the picture in his mind floated:

The surrounding trees that were constantly retreating seemed to be changing. They seemed to be alive, twisting, shaking, and making whimpering sounds.

The picture in his mind soon floated again and turned pitch black. It seemed that the man who kept running had dropped his animal skin lantern, leaving only the sound of heavier breathing and a deeper sound that seemed to be able to crush people. despair.

Only when silvery white lightning flashes across the sky, can one barely see the surrounding environment clearly with the light of lightning.

The silvery white light was cut into countless tiny pieces under the cover of the branches, as if the eyes of a monster hidden in the depths of darkness looked extremely depressing.

The runner seems to be very familiar with the roads here. Even without a lantern, he can easily distinguish his position and direction with the help of the lightning that illuminates the surroundings from time to time.

As the picture floated, this figure rushed out of the oppressive, twisted, and evil woods, and the sound of rushing water could be heard all around.

In the most relaxed and joyful moment, the picture floating in Renekton's mind suddenly ended.

An unspeakable meaning floated in his heart, and he subconsciously murmured:

"There is no end to suffering and the sun will never rise."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 499 "Chariot"

The dark-colored strip of cloth with a bit of bark texture rotted in Renekton's hands, turning into fragments and falling. As it fell, it shattered into finer powder and dissipated in the wind.

Renekton lowered his eyes, his mood was very reserved, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear:

"Is this your last obsession?"

"It's been too long, and the spirituality has almost been lost. No more information can be divined."

"His characteristics disappeared. After precipitating, he was eaten by monsters in the dark, or did he activate into a monster and leave here?"

Sighing, Renekton turned his left wrist slightly. The abnormal gravity around him suddenly disappeared, and the twisted tree that had been lifted into the air crashed to the ground.

He looked deeply at the endless woods. Under the silvery electric light, the more he looked closely, the more sinister he could feel the woods.

Withdrawing his gaze, Renekton turned around and took two steps behind him. In the process, his body quickly became transparent and disintegrated into fine pieces of bright star sand. The light blue light flashed into the sky and rushed to the other side of the forest. aside.

On Tuscat Island, Anderson, who left the Future, and Klein, who transformed into Gehrman Sparrow, found a hotel nearby to stay.

After Anderson opened the door and entered his room with the key, he seemed to have finally lifted a heavy burden and threw himself directly into the easy chair beside him.

After lying quietly for a moment, he suddenly felt a little thirsty. He slowly stood up and poured himself a cup of hot water.

While drinking water, he thought about what he would do next:

Go have a drink, a normal drink, not the spiked ones on the Future! I also need some generous pirates to contribute some gold pounds for me!

cough!cough!cough!

Anderson suddenly coughed violently, and the glass in his hand slipped straight away and fell to the floor, breaking into pieces. The other hand grabbed his throat, as if he couldn't breathe.

cough! Cough. He coughed harder and harder, his whole face was swollen and purple, and his voice gradually became weak.

Then, the redness in his eyes flowed, as if they were about to burst into flames, and the veins on the back of his hands squirmed like worms. This was a sign of losing control!

boom!

Anderson seemed to have lost his strength and fell heavily to the ground. His body twitched a few times, and then he lost movement and even stopped breathing.

Ten seconds later, Anderson, who looked like a corpse, suddenly straightened his back, rolled over from the ground and sat up, touching his face with lingering fear.

".I almost choked to death because I drank water!"

"Fortunately. Otherwise, I would have become the hunter with the funniest cause of death. Is this why the most deadly dangers are often hidden in the most ordinary life? That guy was not threatening me!"

"Fortunately. Before entering that sea area, I spent a lot of money to buy a stand-in doll."

While talking, Anderson took out a doll made of straw from the lining of his vest, with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth crudely drawn on it with ink.

The doll had been corroded and was dripping black liquid drop by drop. In less than ten seconds, it completely melted into a puddle of dark liquid and lay quietly on the floor.

"After leaving that sea area, my bad luck became more severe."

"No, we can't delay it any longer. We must resolve this bad luck as soon as possible, otherwise I won't even dare to drink water in the future."

After muttering a few words to himself in a low voice, Anderson ignored his current state and simply sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered his head, closed his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his mouth and nose, in a posture of pious prayer:

"The essence of knowledge, the source of mysteries, the glory of civilization, the great 'Unknown God', you are the keeper of truth."

"Your faithful followers pray to you for a solution to your misfortune."

Anderson repeated his prayer several times in ancient Hermetic, but still received no response. He stood up from the ground in frustration, wondering whether he should try again with another honorable name now.

According to my past experience, after an outbreak of misfortune, I will not be too unlucky in the next two or three days. I just experienced choking on drinking water, and I should not be punished by God for not being pious enough.

After making up his mind, Anderson changed places and began to pray again:

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

"Your faithful followers pray to you for a solution to your misfortune."

Above the gray fog, Klein was sitting in the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool". Looking at the picture stretched out through the crimson stars in front of him, he had the urge to strike down a bolt of lightning and shut him up completely.

He leaned back and leaned on the high-backed chair. He glanced at the high-end items placed on the table and murmured in a low voice:

"None of these things involve the field of destiny, and I am just an empty shell of the Fool. It is not within my ability to solve problems like misfortune for others. If this guy dies unluckily, he might be able to give me some points. equipment."

"No, with Anderson's character, he wouldn't pray to me so suddenly under normal circumstances. He had plenty of opportunities to pray when he was on board the Future, but now he just encountered another bad luck? And it was fatal. That kind of thing, I didn't notice any movement, it should be a very common and trivial thing."

"Ignore him for now, wait until I find a chance to ask Will Asceptin or Arrodes."

After making his decision, Klein planned to cut off contact and leave above the gray mist. As soon as he raised his hand, his movement suddenly stopped. With Anderson's character, in order to ensure his own safety, he will most likely pester me when bad luck strikes him. It is safer to have a Sequence Five Beyonder by his side than to be alone. Even if I have Probably one of the dangers he encountered.

It's really troublesome. The strongest hunter has an unclear relationship with the Church of Knowledge, so he can be regarded as a good resource and connection.

As his thoughts floated, his spirituality spread out, wrapping around the crimson star that represented Anderson, and pulled the other party into the space above the gray fog.

The crimson light burst out suddenly, then retracted instantly, condensing into a young man wearing a white shirt, a black vest and brown wide-leg trousers. His short golden hair was parted in threes and sevens, and there was a hint of green in his eyes. Somewhat confused.

Where he couldn't see, a red flame pattern that seemed to be soaked in rust and blood, composed of sword blades, spearheads, bows and arrows, and many weapons slowly emerged.

Is this a sign of the Hunter path?

Klein glanced at Anderson, who had not yet recovered, and tapped the edge of the table twice with his fingers, making a clicking sound, and then said in a leisurely tone:

"Why did you become infected with a little bit of the power left behind by Ourolius?"

"Huh?" Anderson was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, and looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top of the mottled long table with a heavy expression. He quickly lowered his head again, looking at it only from the corner of his eye. around.

It was mentioned in many classics he had read: Gods cannot be looked directly at.

Even if the other party is not a true god, it is not much different. It makes no difference to me anyway.

While gathering his thoughts, Anderson told the story of what he encountered in the temple in the ruins of the God War in a respectful tone.

At the end, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said:

"I almost choked to death just because I drank a glass of water. If I hadn't spent a lot of money to buy a life-saving substitute doll, I would be a corpse now extracting extraordinary characteristics."

After a pause, he asked with a cautious tone:

"Excuse me, can I get a way to relieve my bad luck from you? If so, what price do I need to pay?"

Klein, who was sitting on the high-backed chair, did not make any movement, as if he didn't care about the problem, and chuckled:

"I follow the principle of equal exchange, but you can't provide me with a satisfactory reward now."

After a pause, he continued before Anderson spoke eagerly:

"There is a regular meetup here where you can ask for help from those who are there and one of them will be able to solve your problem."

"Party?" Anderson raised his head and looked around in surprise.

It does look like people come here often, but... in a place like this, in the presence of a great being, a party is held regularly? Isn't this too bold and a little too exciting!

Anderson restrained his divergent thoughts, lowered his head, and said in a more respectful tone:

"Excuse me, can I join the party here?"

"I am a treasure hunter active in the Sea of ​​Mist. I have been to many places and discovered many treasures. I have a broad experience and have my own connections in the extraordinary world."

This guy's state is completely different from the people I pulled into the gray fog for the first time. Although his attitude is very respectful, he is not silent at all because of caution. He talks so much that he seems to be gossiping with others.

Moreover, is a hunter's connections really not on the enemy list?

Klein complained a few words in his mind. When Anderson fell silent and his expression changed from indifferent to uneasy, he slowly said:

"Oh, sure, they use tarot cards as codes. You can also choose one for yourself. I have eliminated the duplicate ones."

While speaking, he shook his fingers slightly, and a pair of exquisite tarot cards appeared out of thin air, surrounding Anderson and standing in the air.

Anderson looked at the tarot cards floating next to him and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice:

"'Emperor'. Isn't this a bit too arrogant? Well, there is no 'sun'? It seems that there is no 'world'. Then just 'chariot'."

"I choose Zhang, the 'chariot' that overcomes obstacles and achieves victory."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 500 Congratulations from Arrods

"can."

At the top of the mottled long table, Klein tapped the edge of the table with his finger, causing all the Tarot cards except "Chariot" to disappear.

In order to show his mystery and majesty, Klein added another sentence:

"The 'chariot' acts decisively and quickly, but the faster the 'chariot', the harder it is to see clearly the truth and the current situation, and ultimately loses its goal."

Anderson was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses, stood up and saluted respectfully:

"Thanks for the gift and tips!"

He originally wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to call this mysterious existence, so he had to end the topic directly.

Klein leaned on the back of his chair and said leisurely: "You can call me: 'The Fool'."

"I understand, respected Mr. Fool." Anderson made a larger gesture and bowed again with a pious posture.

"The party is every Monday at 3pm Backlund time."

Klein briefly mentioned the time of the party, and then threw him directly out of the gray fog.

Anderson only felt that he was in a trance for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he was sitting on the easy chair in the hotel room.

Looking around, Anderson touched his face in disbelief and said to himself:

"I'm actually still alive. The mysterious 'Fool' didn't directly contaminate me, but he didn't remove the bad luck from me either."

"Monday, three o'clock in the afternoon Backlund time. Fortunately, it only lasts two days. I should be able to survive it."

"In order for my ordinary and handsome face to continue to live in this world, I have to work hard to earn some living expenses, and there is also a blackmail from that guy Gehrman Sparrow."

Reaching out and patting his cheek, Anderson stood up from the easy chair, picked up the clothes on the coat rack and prepared to go out.

The moment he put his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly froze. In a trance, he seemed to see a pair of strange, indifferent eyes with countless bright stars looking at him.

"Well"

Suddenly there was a slight swelling and pain in my head, as if some knowledge was being poured into my mind.

That knowledge automatically formed in my mind and turned into a picture:

A rabbit was wearing a distinctive black tuxedo, a red bow tie and a black top hat. It was also holding a milky white dice in its hand and staring straight ahead without blinking, as if looking at someone.

Anderson murmured like he was dreaming: "The Pass River Valley of the Southern Continent can solve the anomalies of fate."

As soon as the words fell, Anderson seemed to suddenly wake up and shook his head twice. As if he felt that he was not awake enough, he reached out and slapped his cheek while shaking.

"Is this a tip from Mr. Fool? No, he said that I couldn't pay him a satisfactory amount, so I asked myself to find someone to help me at the party later."

"So, those eyes just now are those of the 'knowledgeable one'?"

"It's terrible. I prayed to the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' tens of thousands of times before but never received a single response. How come I suddenly succeeded twice in a row? Moreover, why is there still a delay in the response from this 'Learned One'? I won't become each other's undercover agent in the eyes of two hidden entities, right? Is this a new development of my bad luck?"

The more Anderson talked, the more powerless he became. Finally, he held the door with both hands and buried his head deeply in his arms. He had a sad feeling that he only had the last few minutes of his life.

He kept this action for nearly ten minutes, and suddenly he looked up as if he had made up his mind and opened the door. Nothing could be worse than this, so he had better take care of the present and go to the pirates to borrow some money. .

At the same time, in another room across the corridor, Klein prayed to himself and responded to his own way, taking out the radio receiver placed above the gray fog.

The radio receiver placed on the table was silent for a while, the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the temperature instantly dropped several degrees.

Da da da!

The ethereal typing sounds continued, and a section of illusory white paper on the ticker was spit out, with translucent silvery-white Rune words flashing on it:

"Great and supreme master, your faithful servant Arrodes comes to see you."

"Congratulations, you have taken another step forward on the road to regaining your own authority. The increasingly powerful aura around you makes me tremble!"

At the end of the word, there is also an expression of a scared and excited little person.

This mirror is very sensitive. It can see that the aura of Origin Castle above the gray mist on my body is stronger. Judging from its performance, it doesn't look like an item from the Path of Destiny, right? Why can you see something special about me? Klein was silent for a moment, then maintained Gehrman Sparrow's indifferent tone and nodded slightly: "Yes."

The ticker on the desktop spit out another piece of illusory white paper:

"Great Master, do you have any questions to ask me?"

Quite self-consciously. Klein sighed in his heart, his face already expressionless, he nodded gently and said:

"Yes."

"Do you know what the magic potion corresponding to the fourth sequence of the 'Soothsayer' path is called? And where can I get its formula and potion materials?"

The ticker sounded again, and a new section of the illusory white paper popped out:

"Great Master, are you testing me?"

"The Sequence 4 of the 'Soothsayer' path is called the 'Cunning Mage'. There are only three ways to obtain the corresponding magic potion formula."

"The first one is the 'Church of the Goddess of the Night'. They have always had the habit of cultivating soothsayers and also raised mermaids; the second one is Zaratul, the leader of the 'Secret Order', but he has gone crazy. I'm sorry. , Dear Master, due to the limitations of this radio receiver, I cannot show you the relevant pictures; the third one is the main peak of the Honakis Mountains, which is the origin of the Antigonus family."

My identity in the church is already dead. I can't find the "Secret Order" at all, and even if I find it, facing a crazy angel, I have no choice but to go to the Honakis Mountains. ? Is this why the "Mysterious Queen" predicted my fate in the Honakis Mountains?

Klein looked at the words on the radio receiver expressionlessly and compared several options in his mind. He could only say that each one was more dangerous than the last.

The clicking sound suddenly sounded again, and new words appeared on the blurred white paper:

"Great Master, there may be another possibility, but I can't be sure. I can't see through that person, but I intuitively think that he should also know this knowledge, or he has a way to know this knowledge. Do you want to know? "

"Think." Klein nodded calmly. This was the first time he saw Arrods using words like "uncertain" and "intuition" to describe a person.

The radio receiver on the table rang again:

"The great master, you also know him, Renekton Soth from Feneport, he also has an identity at sea called Al Taines."

"There are too many secrets in him. What I can see is very limited. I can't be sure whether he has mastered the relevant information. But the magic potion formula is also a kind of 'knowledge'. As a favored person of knowledge, he must have a way to obtain what he needs." knowledge."

It sounds reasonable. You can ask it at the next Tarot meeting. It's best if you have it, and it won't be worse if you don't have it. Klein nodded lightly, and then asked the next question:

"Who is the most suitable person to turn to to solve the curse of misfortune brought about by the murals left by Ourolius?"

The telegraph machine buzzed immediately and spit out a new piece of white paper:

"Great master, there are four choices that are most suitable for you. They are:

The rabbit raised by Al Tynes, the dice of probability that evolved from the uniqueness of the path of destiny, is there. Backlund hides a mercury snake, and Olavi Island hides a life school, the Destiny Council. The congressman, his name is Richaud, is currently recuperating there, and Destiny, who has been in contact with you before, is floating on the foggy sea, seeming to be looking for something. "

Every choice is not close, I hope Anderson can hold on, um... Or I can let him pay in advance, so that I don't have to worry about the person disappearing before he pays.

Klein thought silently for a moment, then nodded slightly to the radio receiver on the table and said:

"That's it."

The ticker spit out another piece of illusory white paper:

"Yes, great and supreme master, I hope you can return to the throne of God as soon as possible. Your loyal servant is always waiting for your dispatch. Then I will take my leave first."

At the end of the word, there is also a little man waving with tears in his eyes.

Klein stood calmly and said nothing. The illusory white papers that appeared on the radio receiver in front of him disappeared instantly. The light in the room became much brighter and the temperature also rose a little.

Standing in front of the table, Klein sighed inaudibly.

Arrods doesn't seem to be a simple sealed object. It can see through the specialness in me without having to do with destiny. Is it because it is related to this specialness, or does it involve some special authority? , such as "omniscient"?

"Omniscient" should be the authority of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom". When the position of Sequence 0 is occupied, the upper limit of this path is Sequence . "Magic Mirror" Arrods corresponds to Sequence of this path. Extraordinary characteristics?

Maybe, you can ask Will Auceptin. Anyway, I plan to ask him a question. If I write the words smaller and denser, I should be able to write down one more question.

With this thought in mind, Klein quickly walked to the desk, dismantled the paper crane folded by Will Asceptin, and densely wrote down several questions he wanted to ask on it with a pencil:

"How to remove the curse of bad luck caused by the 'Angel of Destiny' mural?"

"Where can I obtain the magic potion formula and materials for the 'Cunning Mage'?"

"Sealed Artifact 2-111 collected by Backlund Steam Church, what is the origin of 'Magic Mirror' Arrods?"

(End of this chapter)