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Chapter 581 Performance

After a moment of silence, Sharon asked again:

"What did you encounter? I just felt a very powerful aura. The heavy majesty made me breathless and difficult to move."

"The angelic aura attracted the 'founder' of Loen, but he should have left now."

While speaking, Renekton looked around the surroundings. Starlight fell from his hands and condensed into a high-powered chair behind him.

Marici, who was listening quietly on the side, couldn't help but said in surprise: "William Augustus I! Is he still alive?"

Renekton nodded gently, leaned against the high-backed chair made of stars, and said in a calm voice:

"That is an angel who followed Solomon. Time will not leave many traces on him. He has been secretly protecting the Loen Kingdom, but few people know it and few people can see it."

"You had a fight with the 'Founder'?"

Sharon still maintained the posture of possessing the mummy, and her slightly ethereal voice came from the mummy's body.

Renekton nodded slightly, tossing the metal ring he snatched from Selt in his hand and said:

"He and I just tested each other briefly. Out of some concerns, he had no intention of continuing to be entangled with me, so he let me leave without much obstruction."

"Why?" Maric asked in confusion.

Renekton shrugged and said, "Perhaps Loen's royal family has a more important plan."

"The information-based ability that was deprived by William Augustus I has finally been restored. I am used to the convenience of information form, and it is really uncomfortable to suddenly lose it!"

A huge sailing ship appeared in his field of vision. The ship was mainly dark with a hint of dark green. The pale main sail was painted with a blooming black tulip. There were few people on the ship. Living people, most of the crew's jobs are replaced by some living corpses or undead.

Renekton nodded slightly, and his body instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless stars.

During this process, his inspiration was suddenly touched, and his eyes naturally fell on the area outside the spiritual world, where the Suniya Sea and the Raging Sea meet.

"No problem." Sharon's voice was a little erratic, but her tone was very sure.

The statue shattered together with the high-backed chair beneath it, turning into bright starlight and surging through the gaps in the surrounding walls and ceiling, surging into the depths of the spiritual world.

"'Black Tulip', I didn't expect to see Ludwell here. Is it by chance?"

"We were prepared when we came." Among the mummies, Sharon's voice was erratic and restrained.

While sighing in a low voice, his figure became illusory, disintegrating bit by bit into a huge, pure flow of information, flowing into the distance like a torrent.

On his face, strange patterns full of mysterious charm appeared faintly. The whole person looked rather gloomy and cold, more like a living corpse than a living person.

Then he looked at Sharon, who possessed the mummy, and said calmly:

"Don't forget the agreement between us. After you are promoted to 'Puppet', you need to help me clean up the members of the Rose School outside the South Road and prevent them from returning to support Xibailang."

His eyes were fixed on "Hell Admiral" Ludwell, who was standing at the front of the crowd of undead and living people, with a cold light shining in his eyes, like a high and mighty king.

Renekton nodded calmly, and then asked, "Do you need me to take you back to Backlund?"

The complex and pure flow of information is entrenched in the depths of the spiritual world. Through the exchange of information between the spiritual world and reality, he can easily know the situation in reality.

Deep in the spiritual world, the bright starlight that was continuously flowing forward suddenly stopped, and the starlight reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

Opposite him, wearing an exaggerated three-cornered hat embroidered with white skulls and feathers, a lace white shirt and a complicated and gorgeous brown short coat, Ludwell's face was covered with a silver-white mask, his body was constantly trembling, as if What are you fighting against and enduring?

On the "Black Tulip" driven by many undead creatures, a faint blue door appeared out of thin air. In the eyes of the living and undead on the ship, which were full of vigilance and malice, they were wearing white shirts, black vests, and half-high boots. The crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow in the silk top hat walked out of the "gate".

White skeletons wearing no clothes or wearing leather armor were busy controlling the sails. Pale living corpses carrying long swords were patrolling back and forth, looking around with eyes stained with green flames, shadows and resentful souls. , various weird spiritual creatures sometimes fly and hover, sometimes get into the hull of the ship, and transparent faces with unclear eyebrows protrude on the side, as if they are patrolling the surroundings.

On the silver-white mask, water vapor condensed around the holes that symbolized the positions of the eyes, nose, and mouth, as if the entire face under the mask was distorted.

The undead souls on the "Black Tulip" were all trembling and crawling aside, as if worshiping their king.

Some of the few living crew members on the ship joined the undead, were overwhelmed by the huge and indescribable mental pressure, and trembled and prostrated on the ground; some were still confused about the situation and stood there blankly. , I just felt that this crazy adventurer who suddenly appeared did not look like a living creature, and his aura was terrifyingly gloomy. Deep in the spirit world, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Renekton, who turned into a pure information flow creature.

He was wearing a silk top hat and a black dress, with a medium build, a bronze complexion, and a small black mole under his right ear. His eyes had a vicissitudes of life and an introverted look, giving people an unusually cold feeling.

The huge flow of information contracts and converges inwards, reorganizing Renekton's body with complex and pure knowledge.

He bowed slightly and saluted the person who suddenly appeared in front of him:

"Good evening, Mr. Azik."

Azik nodded slightly and said with some sigh:

"Good evening, I didn't expect that you have become a 'sage'. This kind of promotion speed is difficult to achieve even for the favored ones of the gods."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, looked at the "Black Tulip" outside the spiritual world and said:

"I have almost completely recalled my lost memory, except for the last part. I can probably guess what happened to me."

"I plan to go to the Raging Sea. Something is calling me there, but to find the exact location, I need the ring left by the God of Death."

"I have a hunch that I may continue to fall into a deep sleep and forget my past memories again. Before that, the help I can give him is a marionette and an opportunity to act."

At this point, Azik's tone suddenly became emotional, the coldness in his eyes faded a lot, and his gaze became softer and warmer.

Renekton nodded calmly and was silent for two seconds before he spoke:

"Underground in Trier, there is a Samaritan Woman's Spring. Its spring water can repair damage to the soul. It has an extraordinary effect on the 'God of Death' and the adjacent pathways."

This is information from the "Hidden Sage". For him, the "Hidden Sage" is an encyclopedia where he can browse information at any time. When he has nothing to do, he will find the "Hidden Sage" to read some knowledge. , including the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman" hidden under Intis.

Azik frowned slightly, searched the memory in his mind to no avail, then shook his head and said:

"The Fountain of the Samaritan Woman? I have no relevant memory. It should have appeared after I fell into forgetting my memories and then woke up, right?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said: "Indeed, it comes from the 'Pale Disaster' and is some influence exerted by the 'River of Eternal Darkness' through the seal."

"It seems that there were more participants in the Pale Disaster than I know."

"Unfortunately, I probably don't have time to look for that spring anymore."

Azik sighed with a somewhat complicated tone.

While the two were talking, the trembling arc of Ludwell's body on the "Black Tulip" suddenly became slow and stiff. There was a green light floating in his chest and abdomen. The powerful spirit sealed in his body wanted to Forced to break free.

The next second, it retracted into Ludwell's body.

In its perception, at that moment, in the gaps between the decks of the ship, where the shadows blended, there were terrifying and evil eyes growing out of twists and turns, all looking at itself. The instinct of survival made It retracted decisively into Ludwell's body.

On the silver-white mask, the hollow blue eyes glowed with despair.

The spiritual threads on his body have been initially controlled, and are suppressed by high-level figures on the same path. He can hardly raise even a hint of resistance. He can only feel that his thinking has become slower, his body has become stiff, and his movements have gradually become slower. It also became stagnant.

To those Extraordinaries on board the Black Tulip who are not on the path to Death, this scene is like a confrontation between "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell and that crazy adventurer.

Snapped!

Gehrman Sparrow, who was standing at the other end of the deck, suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Ludwell, who had already been initially controlled by the spiritual thread and was unable to raise the consciousness of resistance, followed him and made a gesture of snapping his fingers. .

Under the surprised gazes of the surrounding crew members, the living corpses and skeletons crawling on the deck fell one by one, as if they had turned into real corpses and skeletons.

Klein, who maintained the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow, had a cold smile on his face that didn't suit his personality, and said in a calm and indifferent tone:

"very good."

"Very good" Ludwell repeated his words in a low voice.

This scene seemed particularly strange to the living crew members of the "Black Tulip". Goosebumps were aroused on their bodies, and a layer of fine scales appeared on the face of the overly excited "sailor".

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 582 Violent Sea

Klein looked around at the crew of the "Black Tulip" and nodded imperceptibly. He already felt the signs of digestion of the magic potion in his body were good. As long as this matter ferments on the sea, I The potion in the body should still be able to be digested some more.

Thinking of this, his mood became much happier, and then he raised his hand and asked Ludwell, who had been completely transformed into a marionette, to come to his side and said to the "Hell Admiral":

"Then you are my trophy today."

"Yes, Master!"

Under his control, Ludwell bowed respectfully and saluted.

A pair of huge arms made of countless bones suddenly stretched out from the void behind them, grabbing Gehrman Sparrow with one hand and Ludwell with the other, dragging them into the spirit world.

Unnoticed by the living crew of the Black Tulip, a bronze-skinned arm stretched out from the spirit world and pulled the person hidden in the shadows into the spirit world.

After the unspeakable terrifying pressure disappeared, it took several minutes before the living crew members crawling on the deck of the "Black Tulip" dared to make any move.

They carefully looked around to confirm whether the strange and terrifying crazy adventurer had really left.

After searching around the ship, they finally determined that the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow had left. Also leaving at the same time was their captain, "Hell Admiral" Ludwell.

Standing aside, Renekton squinted his eyes, and his "Peeping Eyes" allowed him to see more, and even directly saw the missing half of Azik's soul.

After a long silence, a crew member looked at the empty deck and said hesitantly:

"I was just passing by in the spirit world and saw you scaring people on the Black Tulip."

Klein bent down and picked up the strange crown covered with rust and blood that fell with the flesh and blood. He handed it to Renekton and said at the same time:

"Why are you here?"

No one on the ship responded to his words, and no one wanted or dared to recall the weird scene just now.

The flesh and blood on his body decayed at an incredible speed, red sparks were transmitted through the blood vessels under the skin, and mottled rust appeared on the skin, falling piece by piece like rags.

Suddenly, a terrifying, deep, and indescribable feeling spread out from his body. It was extremely noble and lacked the breath of the living, like an illusory god towering over countless undead souls.

As an Extraordinary of the "Corpse Collector" path, he had just felt more pressure than other crew members. Even if the other party asked him to die, he would execute it without hesitation. Even if his will was unwilling, His body will also do it on its own.

Raising his hand to wipe the blood on his face, Renekton sighed secretly in his heart. It felt a little uncomfortable. My spirit can withstand this level of influence, but this body cannot. In essence, I am just an ordinary sequence. Two angels.

As Renekton spoke, bits of starlight overflowed from between his fingers, surrounding the strange crown covered in blood and rust, solidifying into translucent amber, temporarily sealing it.

In the Misty Sea, on an uninhabited rocky island, several figures suddenly appeared in the air.

"How do we get out of this sea?"

After doing all this, he looked at Klein again and said:

In just a few breaths, he turned into a pile of scraps of flesh and scattered yellow and white bones.

A crew member passing by the "corpse collector" swallowed his saliva and said: "Perhaps the captain at that time was already a corpse."

Little red light spots separated from the flesh and blood, slowly squirming and gathering.

After receiving the ring left by the "God of Death", Azik looked at it for a few seconds and then put it on his left index finger.

Klein pressed the half-high silk hat on his head. Under his control, Ludwell, who was wearing a silver-white mask, put the square black diamond left by the "God of Death" on his hand. He took off his ring and handed it to Azik beside him.

The slight burning and stinging sensation on his eyes brought him back to reality, and at the same time he looked away, and a line of bloody tears flowed from his eyes unknowingly.

All the crew members on the "Black Tulip" became silent. Without the group of undead creatures controlled by Ludwell, the remaining living people were simply not enough to sail such a large sailing ship.

On the other side, the figure that had always maintained the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow began to squirm with flesh and blood, and finally turned into an unknown pirate.

"I need to take away this 'conqueror' trait. It will come in handy soon."

"No problem." Klein nodded, and then sighed:

"No wonder that after I transformed Ludwell into a marionette, the marionette I originally controlled did not directly lose control. I had originally planned to appear on the stage myself after he was shattered into pieces of flesh and blood to prove that Gehrman... Sparrow is still alive."

"But this is also good. The performance is more real and vivid."

After a pause, he asked curiously: "How did you do it? While delaying the collapse of the marionette, you also allowed me to continue to control it?"

Renekton chuckled and said: "I made information changes to your marionette, temporarily hiding some of the negative status information on it. What shows is that it has clearly reached its limit. , but there was no collapse reaction at all."

"As for allowing you to continue to control it, that's easier. There are still a few spirit worms that were snatched from the Dark Demonic Wolf before."

Klein nodded thoughtfully and said, "I see."

On the other side, Azik, who got the ring left by the "God of Death" and channeled Ludwell again, suddenly said:

"Give me that brass whistle."

"Okay." Klein was stunned for a moment, then nodded, took out an iron cigarette box from his arms, and took out the ancient copper whistle sealed inside.

Azik reached out to take the copper whistle and held it on his left hand wearing the ring left by the "God of Death".

After quietly sensing for a moment, he said in a deep voice:

"I can almost find the place where the 'God of Death' fell."

"So fast?" Klein asked in surprise.

Azik nodded slightly and said:

"Ever since I recovered all my memories, I have had a certain sense of that place. However, because of the special nature of the violent sea, it is difficult for me to determine the specific location of the voice calling in my ears. With this ring, I can go right there."

Renekton raised his hand and asked with a curious tone: "Can I follow you and have a look?"

"Okay." Azik nodded calmly.

Klein took out a reflective metal pocket watch from his arms and controlled the marionette Ludwell, letting him use the natural spirit that could enter the mirror world to hide himself in it.

Then he bent down and picked up the crimson object on the ground that was very elastic and textured and resembled jelly, and put it into the metal iron box that had been prepared in advance.

Azik nodded to Renekton, then raised his hand and put it on Klein's shoulder, leading him into the spirit world.

At the same time that Azik and Klein's bodies faded and disappeared, Renekton's body also quickly faded and decomposed into streams of complex and pure information, surging into the spiritual world.

In the violent sea area, in the deep and dark spiritual world, the sound of howling winds comes from all directions, and dark lightning flashes from time to time, making people feel cold from the depths of their souls, as if their souls are dying little by little.

Renekton, who transformed into a creature of pure information flow, followed Azik and quickly shuttled forward into the depths of the violent sea.

While moving forward, his voice reached the ears of Azik and Klein without any hindrance:

"Affected by the power radiated when the 'God of Death' fell, the spiritual world here has also been polluted and has become dangerous."

Azik, who was traveling quickly through the violent sea, suddenly stopped. He listened quietly to the call from an unknown source, and suddenly grasped it with his right hand.

The surrounding spiritual area suddenly stagnated for a second, and then all the surrounding scenes collapsed inward, forming a slowly rotating black vortex with no visible edges.

The vortex suddenly expanded, enveloping Azik, Klein and Renekton in the information flow state at the same time.

The surrounding space changed rapidly, as if entering a deep and narrow pipe.

After an unknown amount of time, this change finally stopped, and the complex and pure knowledge quickly reorganized Renekton's body.

He glanced around calmly, clearly seeing the open coffins in this dark and cold mausoleum, the rotting dead with white feathers on their backs, and the roots extending from these corpses. Thin black tubes, intertwined in the air, their source points to the depths of the mausoleum, in the black mist that flows slowly like haze.

His eyes moved down and he saw Azik standing on the stairs. His face was no longer so tense and he said in a calm voice:

"I feel like I'm becoming who I used to be little by little."

"But the experiences I had after losing my memory reminded me again and again, preventing me from really changing back to my original appearance."

Renekton walked slowly to his side and said as he walked:

"The human self is like a ship that is constantly rising and falling on a violent sea. It may sink at any time in the ocean called 'madness', and our emotions and experiences are like anchors, helping us to fix the 'ship' that represents the self." "

"And you now have enough anchors. They are always reminding you, pulling you, and helping you stabilize your own humanity."

".Anchor?" Azik whispered, and then sighed:

"Maybe, but now that I'm here, I still want to see what is hidden deep in this mausoleum and what it has to do with me."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 583 Choice

Klein woke up at some point. He looked around in confusion. After seeing the figures of Renekton and Azik, he quickly stepped forward and said:

"Mr. Azik, here."

Azik looked back at Klein and gave him a gentle smile, with a very firm look on his face.

Klein silently took back his words of dissuasion. Even though he had a premonition, the things hidden deep in this mausoleum were also very dangerous to Mr. Azik, who had recovered all his memories and returned to his peak state.

The things deep in this mausoleum are obviously closely related to Mr. Azik. Even if he leaves today, Mr. Azik will come here at some point in the future, driven by fate.

As his thoughts turned, he heard Azik's voice:

"This is a question that has troubled me for more than a thousand years. Although I have some vague guesses in my mind now, I still want to see the answer for myself."

As he spoke, his eyes became clearer and firmer.

Azik raised his hand and pressed the half-high silk hat on his head, looked sideways at Klein beside him and said:

"Remember to close your eyes, the things inside are still too dangerous for you now."

After saying that, he stepped forward and walked down the stairs one after another towards the dark and cold depths of the mausoleum.

The surrounding thick black mist gradually dispersed, revealing something entrenched in the deepest part of the mausoleum:

It was a feathered snake so huge that it seemed to occupy an entire island!

Its body is covered with huge dark green scales, and feathers stained with light butter grow out from the gaps between the scales. On each feather, there are illusory black thin tubes extending out, connecting them. The corpses lying in the open coffins in the hall were connected with the "corpse collector" path extraordinary beings that were radiated by it.

"Hu~~"

It, no, He is a complete mythical creature!

This exaggerated feathered serpent is both illusory and real, and its more specific form seems indescribable and incomprehensible.

With the help of the characteristics of the manipulator, he released a "pacification" on Azik.

At the position of his head is a human face enlarged to equal proportions, which looks exactly like Azik next to him.

Ho~ho~

Azik opened his mouth wide and let out a heavy gasp. The pain like tearing his soul and the strong urge to gather made it impossible for him to speak a complete sentence.

Silently, the twinkling stars fell down, casting a layer of starlight over the dark and cold surrounding mausoleum. A quiet and peaceful atmosphere spread along the starlight.

As it looked over, the stars hanging around began to flicker in and out, and fine white hairs grew out of the stars, then fell off, and then grew back again.

Azik's forehead suddenly split open on its own, a bloody gash emerged from it, and a golden light burst out from it.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the empty mausoleum. Drops of sweat slipped from his forehead and hit the stone slabs on the ground. They were stained with a layer of light yellow oil and gave birth to fine white hairs.

The whining sound of the wind spread from the depths of the mausoleum. The huge feathered snake that was between reality and illusion raised its head. The face that was exactly the same as Azik was burning with two pale flames. His eyes looked quite cold and full of madness.

At the moment when the divided souls meet, they instinctively want to become whole again.

A layer of fine dark golden scales appeared on the mechanical glove on Renekton's right hand, and his pupils turned pale golden and vertical.

When he saw the appearance of this feathered serpent clearly, Azik was startled at first, and then his forehead twitched, as if a giant hammer was hitting his head, trying to split him in two.

"No" Anhui Zhike whispered painfully, and the hand holding his head became harder and harder.

Azik let out a long sigh, and the strong instinct of fusion in his soul was calmed down, making him less restless.

Seeing that Azik was still not approaching, the giant feathered snake entrenched in the depths of the mausoleum finally began to move its body. It actively wanted to get closer to Azik and take back the other half of its split soul.

The unbearable pain made Azik collapse and kneel on the steps, clutching his head with both hands, trying to use physical pain to relieve the pain of his soul being split in two.

As it approached, the entire mausoleum began to vibrate, and the surroundings became transparent, reflecting a world with countless skeletons and shadows, like a real underworld, bit by bit eroding the misty starlight that enveloped half of the mausoleum.

In this reflected underworld, there are bloody arms, green and black vines with baby faces, smooth tentacles with sharp teeth, and huge palms made of white bones. Penetrating the boundary between illusion and reality, he stretched out, grasped the stars in his hands, and then stuck them to the ground, not daring to move.

Renekton looked down at his left hand. The back of his hand was covered with a layer of paleness visible to the naked eye at some point, and white fine hairs grew out of the pores. "Ah"

Renekton chuckled lightly, and wiped the back of his left hand with his right hand wearing a mechanical glove. The white fluff fell off before it had time to grow, and the paleness on his hand quickly disappeared.

Then he looked up at the feathered snake that had its huge face close to him. The deep radiance in his eyes was flowing, and he outlined one strange symbol after another. They were connected with each other to form a pattern of a shining sun.

As he opened his hands to embrace the sun, the stars around him that were grabbed by his arms, tentacles, and vines suddenly turned golden, bursting out with pure and clear light. These lights quickly intertwined into a wandering field of light. The majestic atmosphere of the ocean and the sun permeates the entire mausoleum.

Wherever the light hits, the translucent ghosts, shadows, living corpses and skeletons collapse and melt little by little.

The power of the sun field caused the feathered serpent, which contained the uniqueness of the "God of Death", to react in response. The pair of wide, thick white wings spread out behind it, stained with light butter, fanned out gusts of wind.

As the whimpering wind sounded, an unspeakable sense of silence and the aura of death filled the entire tomb in an instant, dispersing the majestic aura of the sun that filled the surrounding area.

The ocean of light that was wandering quickly became dimmed, and was broken inch by inch, like a little bit of death, heading towards the end, even though it was not a living body, or even a material existence.

"Um, no." Azik groaned. The changes in the surrounding environment made his body more obviously alienated. Dark scales covered his skin, and white hairs stained with oil grew out of the gaps. feather.

On his forehead, the golden light condensed and took shape, turning into a bird-shaped ornament made of gold. It was surrounded by wings made of white flames. Inside the bronze eyes, the light was layered on top of each other, like an overlapping fan. The door of illusion.

As the golden ornament in the image of the phoenix appeared, two pale flames burned in Azik's eyes, and his state began to interact with the other half of the soul in the feathered serpent, approaching each other.

Klein, who was standing some distance behind Azik and Renekton, lowered his head and closed his eyes. The changes in the surrounding environment made his spiritual intuition crazy warning, and bead-sized drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. His brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to solve the current problem.

Unconsciously, he had reached into his pocket and touched one of the charms.

Just when he was about to whisper the ancient Hermetic words that inspired the spell, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, so quiet that not a single sound came out, and he couldn't even hear his own breathing.

A figure quietly appeared in front of Renekton. She was wearing a black classical robe with a hood. Her face had no expression, her eyes were dark and lacked spirituality, but her appearance was extremely beautiful.

She stood between the giant feathered serpent and Azik, like an insurmountable chasm, easily separating them.

Renekton looked at each other, then bent down and saluted:

"Good day, Lady Amanysis."

The goddess of the night, who came here with the help of 0-17, glanced at Renekton and nodded lightly with no expression on her face, which was regarded as a response. It seemed that this divine vessel also had some influence on her personality.

Azik, who had broken away from the state just now, hesitantly looked at the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. After hearing Renekton's voice greeting her, he suddenly understood. His voice was slightly hoarse. said:

"It's you."

The consciousness of the goddess of the night that descended on 0-17 did not wait for Azik to finish speaking, but directly interrupted:

"You have three choices: move forward and seek completeness, which will allow Salinger to return from your body; or let me help you extract half of your soul, and you can find a way to sew it together yourself, which will allow you to return to your original appearance. , become the death consul of the former Balam Empire; or give up everything and leave directly, you will remain in your current state, die again and again, and return from losing all memories."

"The price is to lose the uniqueness of the 'Death' path that does not belong to you." Renekton chuckled and finished what the goddess of the night had not finished.

Azik looked at the sudden appearance of the goddess of the night, the pale flames in his eyes wavering.

Before Azik made his choice, Renekton looked at him and said:

"Everything has the ability to repair itself, and a torn soul is not irreparable."

"There are two ways. One is to take back the other half of the soul, wash away all his memories and emotions, and then find a saint or angel from the 'mother' path to help you sew up the soul. However, this will still retain some instincts and There is the divinity contained in him."

"The other is to give up half of your soul and use some special things to complete your soul bit by bit through death and rebirth."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 584 Darkness

The uniqueness of the "God of Death" path is actually here! Is this the resurrection plan left by the "God of Death" for him?

Salinger? The "God of Death" who once ruled the Southern Continent? Who is this Amanysis who suddenly appears? Why did she suddenly appear here? It sounds like she has a high status. Judging from Mr. Azik's tone, his first reaction when seeing the other person was confusion and surprise, but he quickly came to his senses.

As his thoughts floated, Klein subconsciously asked the doubts in his heart:

"The soul can also be repaired?"

"Yes, the 'Death' path is a path that specializes in the field of death. Soul problems are relatively simple for them. If it were an ordinary person's soul that would be torn in half, it would have collapsed and gone crazy."

Renekton answered Klein's question calmly and looked at the giant feathered snake that had been hidden by the goddess of the night. It seemed to have noticed the bad changes and frantically wanted to take the initiative to swallow Azik, but what happened? I can't touch this side, it's like living in another world.

Azik calmly stared at the giant feathered snake that was both real and illusory, watching it open its huge mouth, revealing its dark red flesh and fangs stained with light butter, and spitting out its pitch-black forked tongue and dark green tongue. of slime.

After a long silence in the uneasy atmosphere, Azik suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said calmly:

"People always change. Now I am used to this peaceful life, or I have more humanity. I don't want to give up this humanity, even if it is not all a beautiful experience."

He looked straight at the goddess of the night who had descended on 0-17, and his tone suddenly became much more relaxed:

"I choose the second option. Half of the soul remaining in the outside world is an uncertain factor after all."

"After his memories and emotions are washed away, I will merge with him. At that time, I will be sure not to be affected by the divinity and madness carried in the other half of my soul."

0-17 nodded gently, then stretched out his hand to tightly grasp the bird-shaped gold ornament that emerged from the crack in Azik's forehead, then retracted his arm bit by bit, and pulled it out of Azik's forehead. .

The intense pain made Azik's expression distort once again. From every piece of his flesh and blood, a pale spirit overflowed, intertwining into a translucent soul body.

This soul body is half pale white and half golden, with a simple beauty, which looks extremely incongruous.

As the bird-shaped golden ornament was pulled out, the golden part of Azik's soul began to crack, cracking and shattering bit by bit.

Ho~ho~ho~

Azik made an inhuman gasping sound from his throat, like a loud noise made when the air was rubbed, and the sound was mixed with unspeakable pain.

This state did not last long. As the golden jewelry was completely pulled away by 0-17, Azik's soul was also divided into two halves. One half turned into a golden stream of light and was thrown into the bird-shaped golden jewelry. , the other half returned to his body and merged with flesh and blood.

As his version of the soul returned, the two pale flames in Azik's eyes gradually extinguished, and the scales and feathers growing on the surface of his skin quickly fell off and faded.

0-17 turned around with an indifferent expression and looked at the huge feathered snake. Deep darkness surged under her body, drowning forward like a tide.

The giant feathered serpent, which was both real and illusory, seemed to be aware of the danger. Its huge body twisted uneasily, the broad and heavy wings on its back kept waving, and its dark red mouth opened wide, roaring.

The power of death exploded at this moment, and the entire mausoleum began to weather, as fast as thousands of years had gone through in just one or two seconds.

They quickly became mottled, with pieces constantly falling down or dust raised by the wind, and tiny white fluff grew between the gaps.

In just the blink of an eye, these fluffs grew into white feathers, and the surface seemed to be soaked in light yellow oil.

All of this was happening right in front of me, but it seemed like it was far away, not in the same world, and completely out of reach of Renekton and the others.

The surrounding darkness surged like a tide, carrying intense fear and sleep, submerging the feathered serpent's huge body inch by inch, melting it and turning it into part of the tide.

Carrying the will of the goddess of the night, 0-17 suddenly moved forward slowly. The surrounding darkness gently surrounded her, pursuing her like a wide skirt. This scene seemed to last forever.

No wonder the goddess of the night has a description in her name that is more sublime than "the starry sky, longer than eternity". I thought it was the flattery of believers. To a certain extent, darkness is indeed the main color of the universe. Renekton stared at it. The goddess of the night, whose aura was completely erupting in front of her, suddenly sighed in her heart.

After approaching the giant feathered serpent, 0-17 reached out and pulled out a long bone sword covered with strange patterns from the darkness surrounding him.

This long sword was not eye-catching, but just looking at it like this made Renekton feel the extreme danger. It seemed that it symbolized the danger in the darkness, and the silent destruction and disappearance.

0-17 calmly waved the long sword in his hand. Every time he made a move, the surrounding darkness became darker, as if it was swaying out like water waves. If he looked carefully, it seemed as if nothing had happened. The huge and exaggerated feathered snake kept moving its body, scattering feathers stained with light butter. It twisted its long body into an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol, exuding an unimaginable aura of death. Fight against the deep darkness around you.

This confrontation did not last long. The 0-17 figure carrying the will of the goddess of the night flickered. She came to the head of the feathered snake and easily pierced the bone sword in her hand into the face that was exactly the same as Azik. face.

The expression on the human face on the feathered serpent became painful and ferocious, and it erupted with a violent scream that seemed to tear apart the soul.

The sound didn't travel very far before it was drowned by the surrounding darkness and disappeared.

The surrounding deep darkness invaded the feathered serpent's body along the place where the bone sword pierced, disintegrating it from the inside bit by bit.

Soon, nothing could be seen in the darkness below the mausoleum. Only a burst of green or pale white fluorescence would occasionally light up, indicating that the goddess of the night had not yet completely resolved the uniqueness of the soul fusion with Azik. .

It seems that it is more difficult to completely extract Mr. Azik's soul from this monster than to destroy it directly. As his thoughts floated, Renekton turned to look at Azik aside, his face was still a little pale, There is a sense of transparency, and under the surface of the skin, there seems to be some shadows of green and black scales.

Renekton gently rubbed his fingers, and little starlight fell down, outlining strange "door" symbols around him.

There was a flash of light blue starlight, and they came directly from the bottom of the mausoleum to the top of the stairs.

Azik glanced tiredly at Klein, who still had his eyes closed, and said with a slight smile:

"You can open your eyes now."

Hearing the sound, Klein quickly opened his eyes and looked at Azik for a moment. He was relieved when he saw that there were no obvious signs of loss of control or madness on his body.

Then he looked towards the bottom of the mausoleum. It was dark there, nothing could be seen or heard, and only occasionally a faint green light could be seen floating.

"That...is she still down there?"

Klein opened his mouth, but found that he could not say the name Amanissis at all. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that the memory of this name in his mind was fading, so he had to change his words and use her instead, and continued.

Azik nodded and chuckled:

"It seems she doesn't want you to know her name or let us discuss her."

She didn't want me to know her name, so I couldn't say it. Even now, the memory of that name in my mind has become blurry. This has surpassed the influence of angels, whether it is Mr. Azik or Al, None of them can do this kind of thing, it's a bit like a different kind of "whatever is said, must be known.". That is a special king of angels, or a true god!

Klein's expression changed. He turned his head to look at Renekton, wanting to ask for proof. However, the moment he turned his head, he saw a young black-haired woman wearing a black classical robe and a hood.

He is very familiar with the other party's appearance. At the end of the Backlund Great Smog Incident, the angel dispatched by the Church of the Night was the angel who easily solved everything!

Klein, who knew the identity of the other party, was even more shocked. How could this be possible? Could it be that she was also the King of Angels? It was impossible. With the existence of the Goddess of Night, this path could only reach Sequence Two at most. But what she showed The strength seems to have surpassed that of ordinary angels, and they can easily solve things that Mr. Azik and the others cannot do.

0-17, whose eyes were dull and expressionless, responded to Klein's gaze. The corners of her mouth seemed to move vaguely, and the arc was so small that it was difficult to detect.

Is she smiling at me? Klein blinked uncertainly, and when he looked again, he saw that the other person's face had no expression at all.

0-17 stretched out a hand towards Azik, holding a pale white and transparent soul body on it. The brilliance on the soul body was a little dim, and the surface was also covered with a layer of deep and quiet darkness, with a hint of slumber. strength.

Just looking at this group of souls pressed into a sphere, Azik felt the throbbing bursting out from deep within his heart, making him unable to help but want to devour the other person and make himself whole again.

Taking a deep breath, he restrained his instinctive impulse, reached out to take the ball of soul, lowered his eyes to look at it for a moment, and sighed softly.

The pale white light floated instantly, outlining layers of mysterious patterns around it, and finally turned into the shape of a double door, imprinted on the other half of the sleeping soul, simply sealing him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 585 Every journey has an end

After sealing the other half of his soul, Azik looked up at the hidden angel who carried the will of the night goddess, and was about to thank him, but found that he had left at some point.

Noticing Azik's gaze, Renekton chuckled and said:

"She left after returning the other half of her soul to you. Even for her, the harvest this time was huge. She needs to digest it as soon as possible and transform it into tangible strength instead of a burden."

"really."

With a simple sigh, Azik turned around and put a hand on Klein's shoulder. Their figures quickly faded into transparency and disappeared into the mausoleum.

Renekton looked around, the deep lavender glow in his eyes taking in every detail of the mausoleum.

Deep in the mausoleum, he saw a mixture of dark red blood, green mucus, and feathers stained with light butter. They exuded a strong aura of death and were connected with the entire mausoleum, continuing to maintain their presence. Strange here.

"Is this maintaining the chaos of the Raging Sea? It makes the God of War temporarily unable to guess that the uniqueness of the 'God of Death' has been taken away."

"After she is ready, she will deliberately expose some flaws for the God of War to discover, and then launch a divine war regardless of the risk."

After muttering a few words in a low voice, Renekton's body instantly faded, decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, and turned into a pure information flow creature, surging out of the area like a torrent.

On Changwei Island in the Rossed Sea area close to the Raging Sea, the figures of Azik and Klein were quickly outlined under a gas street lamp.

Azik let go of his hand on Klein's shoulder, pinched his forehead, and said with a tired look:

"This period of my life is about to end, and I will enter a deep sleep soon. Before I wake up, if you have any questions, you can ask the Seven Lights of the Spirit World or the 'sage' just now for advice."

"Of course, you can still write to me, but you can't reply until I wake up."

"I understand." Klein nodded heavily and was silent for two seconds. He then asked, "Mr. Azik, without something to replace the other half of your soul, will your condition be affected by this?"

Azik smiled and said:

"It's no big problem. I've got the other half of my soul back. As long as I cleanse his memories and emotions and merge with him again, all the problems will be solved."

"But these things can only be completed when I wake up next time. With you as an insider, I should be able to recall these memories soon when I wake up next time."

As they were talking, a light invisible to the naked eye emerged from the spiritual world, reorganizing Renekton's body with vast and pure knowledge.

He looked at Azik and Klein who were talking, chuckled and reminded:

"The spring water of the Samaritan Woman's Spring is in the underground area of ​​Trier. There is strong pollution there. The higher the level of the extraordinary person, the stronger the pollution."

"Then I can go." Klein said immediately.

Renekton shook his head slightly, smiled softly and said:

"This is not the only method. In the world of numbers, memories and emotions are nothing more than delicate, complex and huge data. Deleting certain parts of it can also achieve the effect of cleaning memories and emotions."

"But you need to wait until I become the 'Emperor of Knowledge'. What I do now is more or less contaminated."

Azik listened calmly and nodded with a smile:

"No problem, I don't lack this little time. At that time, you can find me through my messenger."

Then he turned to look at Klein aside, handed him the copper whistle used to summon the messenger, and said with a gentle smile:

"Okay, it's time to say goodbye. I hope you won't be the first to ask for help when we meet next time."

The smile on Azik's lips became stronger, as if he was amused by his own joke.

His figure quickly faded and disappeared from Klein's eyes in less than a second.

Klein squeezed the copper whistle in his hand, stared at it for a while, and suddenly sighed in a low voice:

"Every journey has an end."

Renekton shrugged and interrupted his sadness: "Stop sighing. Do you need me to take you back to the Southern Continent?"

Klein took a breath, resisted the urge to roll his eyes, nodded slightly and said, "Of course."

Renekton smiled and nodded, brought his left hand to his mouth, and whistled.

Soon, a pumpkin carriage pulled by two giant mice appeared in front of them. The door opened downwards and turned into a pedal.

Klein, who had already passed the faceless man stage, almost couldn't stop the expression on his face. He turned his head and looked at Renekton aside, grinning:

"Were the fairy tales you read before pirated?"

"Haven't you heard of the fairy tale of Antu Village?"

Renekton responded with a chuckle and stepped directly onto the pumpkin carriage.

Klein hesitated on the street and finally got on the pumpkin carriage.

The door carved out of a pumpkin closed automatically, and the two mice pulling the carriage ran quickly. The pumpkin carriage left a pale yellow afterimage on the quiet street, and then disappeared into the spiritual world.

Deep in the spiritual world, Klein looked at the rapidly receding color blocks outside through the field-shaped glass window and sighed in a tone:

"When you use 'Mysterious Reappearance', don't you need to follow the original story content?" Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"Its principle is to draw power from the mastered occult knowledge to create magic or witchcraft. The focus is to draw power, not to reproduce fairy tales."

Klein nodded in understanding, then skipped the topic and asked about things related to Azik:

"Why do you have to become the 'Emperor of Knowledge' before you can clean up the memories and emotions in Mr. Azik's other side of the soul?"

Renekton sighed and said in the tone of a teacher lecturing in class:

"Human memory and emotions are very complex things. They are not only related to the soul. The body will also retain some memories and instincts. If we simply clear the memory of the other half of Mr. Azik's soul and wait for him to reintegrate, Those memories will still come back under the stimulation of one's own body."

"And he is an angel with a very strong spiritual imprint. I can only rely on my own personality to suppress his spirit. This kind of delicate operation requires at least becoming the 'Emperor of Knowledge' to ensure his safety."

"I understand." Klein nodded slightly, and then the two fell silent.

Two huge rats pulled the carriage and galloped quickly in the spirit world, and it didn't take long to arrive at the corresponding spirit world area in the southern continent.

After dropping Klein off in Citron, the capital of Uttar Pradesh, Renekton drove the pumpkin carriage away again. He did not return directly to the Pas Valley, but first went to the Mysterious Queen's "Dawn".

On the deck of the Dawn, a pumpkin carriage pulled by two mice emerged from the spirit world and quickly stopped.

As soon as Renekton got off the pumpkin carriage, he heard a familiar, slightly mocking voice:

"Hey, what new breed of mouse is this that you can use to pull a cart?"

Renekton looked up at the figure standing outside the captain's room. The figure was wearing a dark red coat with rusty gold threads. He had long curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and two well-groomed lips. It's a nice little beard.

Russell seemed to have changed into a mechanical body. He seemed very satisfied with his body that was restored to a one-to-one replica of his life. He even raised his hands and walked around in front of Renekton.

Retracting his gaze to look at the other party, Renekton said softly:

"This mechanical doll is well made."

"Of course, I personally supervised the creation of this by the 'alchemist' on the ship."

"Although his level is still not one percent of what I used to be, it's not bad to be able to build such a mechanical body."

Russell grinned, not forgetting to compliment himself. Before Renekton could speak, he reached out and threw a strange crown.

This crown is made up of many irregular black crystals, with a dark red eye in the middle, which intuitively gives people a sense of power and evil.

"This is the 'Fallen Earl' feature promised to your pair of gloves. The remaining adult sunbird tail feathers and sacred radiance stone will have to wait for a while."

Renekton nodded calmly and exerted slight force with his right hand holding the strange crown. With a clattering sound, the strange crown composed of black crystals shattered bit by bit, turning into tiny points of light and pouring into the mechanical glove.

After a moment, a dark red gem appeared on the back of the glove, adding some heaviness to the mechanical glove.

Seeing that Renekton had put away the things, Russell waved his hand and his tone suddenly became majestic and said:

"Okay, tell me what you want to do on the Dawn?"

"I don't know, I thought you were the captain of the Dawn." Renekton sighed in a low voice, paused for a second, and then continued:

"I would like to invite you to serve as a technical expert in the Pas Valley in West Balam and guide the immature craftsmen there."

Russell looked at Renekton in disbelief and said:

"I haven't even been resurrected yet, and you want me to work for you?"

"It's not a part-time job, I'm asking you to provide technical guidance." Renekton explained.

Russell rolled his eyes and said, "What's the difference?"

"No wages," Renekton said with a shrug.

Russell was speechless for a moment. Although it was a mechanical body, he seemed to feel his blood pressure rising.

After two seconds of silence, he calmed down and said:

"I'm giving you a chance to reframe your language."

Renekton thought for a second and then spoke again:

"Your old sweetheart is there."

"Cough~cough~, don't say anything you shouldn't say. Who doesn't know me?"

Russell coughed twice quickly, interrupting Renekton's words. Before he finished speaking, Renekton interrupted him again:

"Which page of the diary do you want me to read to Bernadette?"

(End of this chapter)