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Chapter 136 Flame Demon

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Chapter 136 Flame Demon

  Skillfully picked up the pen and paper on the side and wrote a new story on the desk:

  Balrog: It is a humanoid creature made of flames. Its core is an everlasting flame that beats like a heart. It can promote its own growth and evolution by igniting objects or assimilating other flames.

It has a strong learning ability and will become more cunning and powerful as it continues to grow.

Arson and killing are its most primitive instincts.

  A short story was quickly written, and he skillfully used clay mixed with many materials to create an image of a heart wrapped in flames.

The characteristics of the devil, the arsonist and the conspirator were mixed into a potion like hot lava, and poured on the kneaded clay image.

Quickly taking out the materials and arranging the ritual of praying to the Hidden Sage, Renekton took a step back and began to recite the prayer:

  "The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

"I pray to you;"

"I pray to you for the power of knowledge"

"I pray that you will give the power of substance to abstract knowledge."

As the prayer mantra was recited, the whining sound of the wind blew up in the room, and the candlelight was dyed with a hazy purple glow, swaying unsteadily. The whole room became dark.

Renekton picked up the ceremonial dagger, cut a wound on his palm, and dripped blood onto the parchment and clay figures placed on the ground.

A pair of cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes, containing countless bright stars, appeared in the flickering candlelight.

The parchment and clay figurines lying on the ground began to disintegrate rapidly, turning into streams of information. Then it was condensed into an illusory ball of light.

This illusory ball of light continued to expand and contract for about two minutes. The illusory ball of light re-condensed into a heart as red as blood, wrapped in layers of flames.

The strange vision in the room dispersed. Renekton bent down and picked up the figure on the ground. He felt a burning sensation the moment he picked it up. When the newly completed Balrog figure was held in his hand, Renekton still felt a faint feeling. The feeling of this heart beating.

"Its activity is much stronger than the previous plague doctor and unicorn figures. Is it because I added relevant descriptions when writing the story?"

Renekton whispered.

Then I closed my eyes and did a quick divination, and got the general information about the Balrog figure:

  In addition to providing sufficient spirituality, using it also requires combustible materials or a blazing fire nearby.

Balrogs have great control over fire and can grow by devouring fire. The fiercer the flame burns, the more powerful and cunning it becomes.

It can use high-temperature, high-pressure air and the roar of fire to speak demonic words originating from the abyss, full of filthy and depraved meanings.

Although the Balrog will have good intelligence when it grows to a certain level, the desire to set fire and kill is still its most primitive instinct. It will ignite any flammable material in sight.

"After it grows to a certain level, its destructive power can even reach the level of a Sequence Five Extraordinary who is good at attacking. However, its own flaws are also obvious and can be easily targeted."

"Another problematic item. The negative effect of the Balrog is no less than that of the Plague Doctor and the Unicorn. Using it basically predetermines a fire."

"Forget it, even if you add demonic characteristics to it, it won't be any better. Besides, this kind of characteristics is still very useful when doing damage."

Renekton held the figurine in his hand that looked like a heart wrapped in layers of flames and muttered to himself for a while, preparing to find a lucky gangster to test the strength of the Balrog.

Renekton casually threw a gold coin onto the Backlund city map spread out on the desk. After the gold coins completely quieted down, Renekton walked over and picked up the gold coin:

"Jo Wood District?"

"It's not the East District or the dock area?"

Renekton sighed in surprise.

After sorting out the remaining ritual materials in the room, Renekton put on his coat and set off for the Jowood area.

In order to better observe the environment, Renekton did not even use the spirit world to travel. Instead, he took a taxi to the Jowood area, then changed to different carriages and wandered around the area several times.

There were no clues about the gangster he was looking for, but Renekton saw Klein, who had average makeup skills. No, it should be Detective Sherlock Moriarty.

He and a man about thirty years old, wearing a heavy coat, a half-top hat and a beautiful mustache, walked into a building with no signboard but a golden rose on the door.

"Is this a brothel?"

"A picture worth taking a photo of."

Renekton whispered to himself on the carriage.

"Stop right here!"

After greeting the coachman, Renekton paid the fare and walked towards the golden rose in front of him under the slightly envious gaze of the coachman.

However, Renekton did not go in. Instead, he turned to a nearby shop and bought some drawing paper. Renekton walked towards the Golden Rose again. He was going to see what Klein was doing inside and see if there was anything suitable for recording. These are all precious sources of humanity in the future!

Renekton, who was approaching the Golden Rose, noticed a taxi not far away. Although the carriage was not eye-catching on the street, Renekton saw the person sitting in the carriage through the sight of the Secret Eye. An old gentleman.

The other party seemed to be aware of Renekton's gaze and looked over the carriage with solemn eyes.

"Interesting, reader path? The great detective Isengard Stanton?"

Renekton quickly thought of the other party's identity, mainly because in the entire Loen, Extraordinaries of the Reader path are quite rare. Everyone who reads this is unpopular with the Church of Storms.

Renekton smiled slightly and walked towards the carriage where the other party was. As soon as he approached the other party's carriage, Detective Essinger Stanton had already walked out of the carriage.

"Hello, are you Detective Isengard Stanton?"

Renekton greeted the other party naturally.

Isengard Stanton was silent for a moment, and looked at Renekton warily for a while before speaking:

  "I am, may I ask you?"

"Al Tynes, a scholar who is traveling around, happened to arrive in Backlund recently."

Renekton skillfully gave up his false identity.

"The arsonist on the Future with a reward of 5000 pounds? You actually came to Backlund?"

Isengard Stanton was quite surprised to reveal Renekton's identity at sea.

"I have been in Backlund for so long, and you are still the first one to recognize my identity at sea! As expected of a great detective, he even pays attention to the news at sea."

Renekton was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this great detective had some knowledge of the news at sea.

"It is the professional quality of a detective to pay attention to all kinds of news. But if you come to Backlund without any disguise, aren't you afraid of attracting the attention of the Church of Storms?"

Isengard Stanton responded politely, and then brought the topic to the Church of Storms, trying to use the Church of Storms to arouse the fear of the pirate who had a bounty on his head at sea.

"I saw you just now, so I came over to take a look. There are not many people in the Church of Knowledge in Backlund. I usually can't find anyone if I want to ask for information."

"Do you know any of the more active gangs in the neighborhood?"

Renekton did not continue to stand outside the carriage and ask questions and answers to Isengard Stanton. He quickly took a few steps forward, entered the carriage, and found a seat to sit down.

As for Isengard Stanton's assistant and the coachman driving the carriage, they had fallen into a deep sleep quietly.

"Aren't you a pirate under the command of the Star Admiral? What do you have to do with the Church of Knowledge?"

Isengard Stanton did not stop Renekton from entering the carriage. The other person's gaze just now gave him a strong sense of crisis. He was certain that this young man was an Extraordinary person whose sequence was higher than his own. .

Renekton naturally followed the standard etiquette of the Church of Knowledge and drew the pattern of the Omniscient Eye on his chest:

"May wisdom be with you!"

"May wisdom be with you!"

Isengard Stanton also saluted and said hello with a serious expression.

"Do you know any of the more active gangs in the neighborhood?"

Renekton asked again.

"In Backlund, all the well-established gangs are supported by their own forces. Some of them are official, some are foreign forces, and some are cult organizations."

"If you go too far, it will easily attract the attention of Loen officials and the forces behind the gang. In Backlund, there are many powerful Beyonders hidden among the crowd."

Isengard Stanton did not directly tell Renekton the answer. Instead, he first explained the composition of the Backlund gang.

Renekton fully understood Isengard Stanton's concerns, and explained while nodding slightly:

  "I won't do anything too eye-catching. I just happen to have a magical item that needs to be tested. I want to find a lucky gangster to test it and earn some extra income."

Essinger Stanton's brows twitched slightly. Are all the young people in the Knowledge Church so out of tune now?

Although he was a little helpless that the other party did not listen to his advice, Isengard Stanton still told Renekton all the gang information he knew about Backlund, and even explained that those gangs were easier to attack and less likely to cause trouble. Official attention.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 137 Detective Essinger Stanton

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Chapter 137 Detective Isengard Stanton

"Thank you for your help! The information you provided is much better than relying on divination to randomly look for lucky people on the map."

"I originally thought that the hint I got from the divination pointed to the Golden Rose, but now it seems that it should point to you, the great detective."

Renekton was satisfied with the information he received from Isengard Stanton.

"Divination? Are you a prophet?"

Isengard Stanton looked at Renekton with surprise in his eyes.

The reader path is not good at divination, but he knows that this path has a sequence called prophet. From this name, it can be seen that readers at this stage will become good at divination and prophecy.

"No, I am still a master of occult arts. I just have some relevant occult knowledge, so I am better at divination."

Renekton casually found a reason to explain. He didn't expect that just mentioning divination would make the other party think so much.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being a famous detective. In terms of using the abilities of the Keeper at this stage, the other party is much better than himself.

Isengard Stanton knew the name Mystical Master, which was sequence five of the Reader Path. At the same time, he looked at Renekton with a little expectation:

  "I wonder if you know the Erudite's potion formula?"

"Erutologist? Although I know, I do not have the right to sell the corresponding potion formula. You can wait for a while and I will give you the answer after asking."

Renekton did not give a direct answer. When Mr. Huang told him the Erudite's potion formula, he never thought that he would encounter such a situation.

However, Renekton felt that there shouldn't be much of a problem. Isengard Stanton was originally from the Church of Knowledge. With his qualifications and achievements in Backlund, there should be no problem in obtaining a copy of the Erudite's potion formula.

"can!"

Isengard Stanton was not surprised by Renekton's answer, and later told Renekton his address so that he could contact him if he had any news.

After negotiating with Isengard Stanton, Renekton stepped directly into the spirit world and left this neighborhood.

Isengard Stanton's assistant and the coachman woke up faintly, thinking that they had just been a little sleepy and had taken a nap, but they soon woke up, completely unaware that some time had passed.

After receiving Renekton's promise that he would help him inquire about the erudite's formula, Detective Isengard Stanton was in a much better mood, and his thoughts, which had been a little annoyed by the serial murder case, became much clearer.

Then he saw two reporters and detectives who had entered the Golden Rose to investigate the case like him come out. Isengard Stanton immediately asked the coachman to drive and approached the detective in front of the taxi.

After leaving the Jowood area, Renekton traveled through the spirit world to the relatively chaotic dock area.

According to the gang information given by Essinger Stanton, there is a Raven Gang suspected of being a pirate force behind the scenes.

In addition to collecting protection fees in nearby areas and having their own black industry, the Raven Gang is also engaged in smuggling goods. It is considered one of the bigger gangsters in Backlund.

Although he didn't know which pirate general or subordinate force of the pirate king this was, Renekton was certain that the Raven Gang had nothing to do with the Future. The kind that can be started.

In the dock area in the afternoon, many workers were loading, unloading, and moving goods. Renekton casually found a nearby bar, ordered barbecue and dark beer, and quietly listened to the conversations of the guests in the bar.

"It's a little early. It's not time for everyone to relax and rest yet."

There weren't many people in the bar, and there wasn't much useful information to hear.

After Renekton finished his barbecue and dark beer, he left the bar and wandered around the dock area, memorizing the layout here.

When the sun went down and the dim gas street lights were lit, the workers ended their work one after another and left the dock area in a hurry.

Many people also flocked to the surrounding pubs, casinos, brothels and other places. Compared to the busy daytime, it was now more lively.

Renekton casually threw out a branch broken off from the roadside, and under the guidance of divination, he arrived at a very lively dance hall.

"The gang's business is really extensive!"

Renekton looked at the crowded dance hall and sighed.

Then he stepped into a shadow that could not be illuminated by street lights, and under the shadow, entered the spiritual world.

The next moment, the figure reappeared and was already in a room on the third floor of the song and dance hall.

"Hmm~" "Ah~"

A very frustrating female moan reached his ears, and Renekton was stunned for a moment.

On the big bed in front of him, a naked man and woman were selflessly engaged in the great cause of human reproduction, without even noticing that there was an extra person in the room.

Renekton took a look at the fat middle-aged man and the lady with loose blond hair and graceful figure who was pressed under him.

Both of them were just ordinary people, and Renekton was very moral and did not interrupt their great cause of reproduction. Slowing down his pace, he walked towards the door of the room with light steps.

The door of the room was wide open, and Renekton raised his eyebrows. The middle-aged man in the room seemed to have very special hobbies, and he even left the door open for people to watch. It was not like Roen's style at all. Renekton felt that the two people in the room should be Intis.

Renekton stopped his thoughts about making associations and walked straight out. The middle-aged man in the room made a low, satisfied voice, and then the room became quiet.

In order to give the person in charge of the dance hall downstairs enough time to react, Renekton deliberately found a seat farther back. He took out the Balrog figure he carried with him and poured nearly one-third of his spirituality into it. The figure instantly burst into flames. The flames seemed to come alive. They jumped out of Renekton's hand and fell to the ground not far away.

"what are you doing?"

A question came from the other side of the corridor.

A man wearing loose casual clothes looked at Renekton with a wary look and quickly approached here.

Renekton raised his eyes and looked over. The opponent's etheric body emitted a white light that enveloped the whole body, covering up the light of the mental body and the astral body.

"An Extraordinary, Sequence Nine who is not high in rank and is good at hand-to-hand combat, is most likely a warrior or sailor."

Renekton just glanced at the other party, and the relevant information had already appeared in his mind, and he had completed sorting it out.

"Paralysis!" He stood up and recited an ancient Hermetic word.

A ray of light green light slipped out of Renekton's hand, and as if it had been predicted, it hit the other Beyonder while he was dodging.

The body was paralyzed in mid-air, and the extraordinary man's body followed the inertia and crashed into the stairs leading to the second floor.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of others. Renekton wasted no time and quickly imitated the ability of the arsonist.

Pressing his hands on the ground, using the earth as the medium and himself as the source, he created two fire snakes that quickly jumped out. The raging flames burned around him, forming a burning wall.

Renekton stood up and patted his palms twice, then took a step back and entered the spirit world, and then his figure appeared on the rooftop opposite.

Renekton, who reappeared, stretched out his hand and dragged it in the void in front of him. The surrounding shadows were pulled by Renekton as if they were real and covered him. Completely covering Renekton's figure.

The flames began to spread rapidly on the third floor of the dance hall. When the people around noticed the abnormality and rushed over, they only saw a human figure condensed by flames walking out of the wall of blazing flames.

As it waved its arms, the surrounding flames seemed to come alive, quickly spreading around me.

"There are monsters!"

"Help!"

"Quick! Put out the fire!"

"It's on fire!" "It's on fire!"

The crowd on the third floor became confused the moment Balrog appeared. Some of them shouted for help and ran downstairs regardless of how disheveled they were.

Others began to run quickly to inform others.

Only two men in long trench coats with dark brown skin and fierce faces looked at each other. Then he turned his gaze to the Balrog in front of him, his eyes quite solemn.

"call!"

The man standing on the left suddenly threw a short knife.

The short sword was knocked away by a long flame whip before it even got close, and then the blazing flames behind Balrog seemed to explode, and the flames suddenly rushed towards the two people in front.

The flames burned rapidly and the roar of the compressed air was like the whispers of demons, which slowed their thinking for a moment.

When these two extraordinary people came to their senses, they were already wrapped in flames. The blazing flames burned every inch of skin on the body. Some flames turned into chains like substance and wrapped around them, making it difficult for the two of them to move.

"Ah!" "Help me!" "Ugh~".

  These two extraordinary beings wanted to call for help, but as soon as they opened their mouths, flames poured into their mouths like sea water.

The two people twisted and struggled under the burning flames, but were unable to move a step. A human figure that seemed to be made of flames stood on the side, manipulating the flames to sweep across the floor.

Tourna, the person in charge of this cabaret and the leader of the Raven Gang, saw this scene when he arrived.

"Damn it! Who are you! How dare you cause trouble on my Raven Gang's territory!"

Tourna's right hand was clenched into a fist, and his eyes were red with bloodshot eyes.

This building is not only a dance hall, but also the headquarters of their Raven Gang. This fire monster is not only slapping the Raven Gang in the face by setting fires here, but it will also cause them huge economic losses.

After adjusting his breathing rhythm, Tourna watched the flame monster on the opposite side vigilantly. He suspected that the other person was an out-of-control arsonist.

Turna drew out two short beast-tooth daggers from behind, and quickly approached the Balrog setting fire in front of him.

A light blue spiritual brilliance flashed, and the animal tooth dagger in Turna's hand was quickly covered with a layer of light blue fluorescence. A water column of about two to three meters and as thick as the wrist quickly condensed and formed.

Turna wielded the short sword of animal teeth, and the two water pillars hit the Balrog's body made of flames as quickly as a long whip.

"Zizzi~" the sound of water vapor being evaporated sounded.

The flames extinguished by the water whip on the Balrog's body were quickly replenished from the surroundings. At the same time, he made roaring movements, and the surrounding flames exploded violently.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 138 The Battle and Ending of the Balrog

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Chapter 138 The Battle and Ending of the Balrog

  The high-temperature, high-pressure air and the roar of the flames brought by the surrounding flames erupted, forming an invisible murmur that continued to echo in the corridor.

Turner felt that his movements were momentarily stiff or even stagnant.

Fortunately, this state did not last long, and it only took a breath or two for it to return to normal.

Turna gently scratched his arm with a short animal-tooth knife. No blood flowed out, only a layer of phantom scales hidden under the skin quickly spread from the wound to the whole body. Slightly insulate the heat from surrounding flames.

Tourna's bloodshot eyes stared intently at the Balrog whose body was hidden in the flames, and the anger in his body was continuously turning into his own power.

The next moment, Turna almost teleported across the barrier of flames and appeared beside Balrog.

The animal-tooth dagger in his hand lightly swiped across the Balrog's neck and chopped it off. The sound of evaporating water vapor sounded, but no water vapor came out. The water vapor completely evaporated the moment it appeared.

A huge sense of crisis hit, and Tourna only had time to make a step back. The next moment, the decapitated Balrog exploded instantly like ignited explosives.

The flames swept through the entire corridor, and Turna's body was knocked away in the flames, smashing the fragile wall that had been burned by the flames, and fell into the room that was already surrounded by flames.

"Cough! Cough!"

Turna rolled twice on the ground with difficulty before he stopped and got up from the ground. He felt that the phantom scales on his body brought by the animal tooth dagger had been completely broken, and the skin on his body had been burned by the high temperature.

"What monster is this!"

He whispered through gritted teeth.

In the corridor, a heart wrapped in layers of flames was beating continuously, and the surrounding flames were attracted.

Light blue flames burst out from the heart, quickly devouring the surrounding flames, and reorganized into a new flame body.

The light blue flame retracted into the heart as if it were alive, and the human-shaped body outlined by the red flame stepped into the room where Tourna was.

The flame that was originally burning in the room suddenly became stronger, and the flames were constantly moving, as if welcoming their king.

The two water whips were like flexible water snakes, flying in the air, constantly slapping at the body of the Balrog.

Balrog stretched out his arm made of flames, swung it in the air a few times, and quickly stretched it into a long red whip covered with a layer of orange-red flames.

The water whip inspired by the flame whip and the animal fang dagger stirred in the air, and a burst of water vapor and smoke filled the room.

Renekton, who was standing on the rooftop opposite and watching this scene through his voyeuristic eyes, couldn't help but clicked his tongue and sighed:

  "What a powerful learning ability. Its combat intelligence is no less than that of ordinary extraordinary people."

Whether it was the self-destruction of Balrog's body before or the way it now learns to use flames to condense into long whips, it shows that it has extraordinary wisdom and learning ability.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"This is the port area. The church of the Church of Storms is very close to here. Even if you can beat me, can you still beat the punisher who is coming soon?"

The ring inlaid with amethyst worn on the index finger of Tourna's left hand exuded a strange brilliance under the surrounding firelight, which was extremely alluring.

The Balrog's movements were slightly slow, and its thoughts were affected.

The next moment, two messy water whips blasted one of Balrog's arms.

The flames that had spread to the second floor and even the first floor began to explode, and the sound of the blazing flames turned into illusory murmurs in the minds of the people around them.

Everyone within the scope of the flames felt dizzy and stagnant. Dark, viscous liquid began to emerge from some people's bodies, and their hearts seemed to be pinched by a hand. They were very uncomfortable and almost couldn't breathe.

"Bang!" Tourna, the main target affected, could not even hold the short animal-tooth knife in his hand.

The next moment, countless flames surged out, wrapping around Turna like solid chains.

The flames almost turned white and continued to burn for nearly two minutes. Turna, who was tightly wrapped in the middle, was already unable to struggle.

Seeing this scene, Renekton, who was covered in thick shadows, took a step forward and walked into the room where Tourna and the Balrog were fighting.

The palm of his right hand quickly formed a ball of slowly rotating star sand, which shed light one after another, covering the area around the Balrog, forcing the Balrog who wanted to continue setting fire back to the figure state.

Picking up the Balrog figure on the ground, Renekton felt that the heart in the figure was beating even more vigorously.

"Woo~" the wind sounded, mixed with the rain.

Renekton glanced outside and saw a punisher from the Church of Storms riding in the strong wind.

"Wind Blessed One? Did this attract the attention of a senior deacon?"

Renekton murmured, then walked to Tourna's burnt body, picked up a ring inlaid with amethyst and two animal tooth daggers on the ground, and then stepped into the spirit world and disappeared. in the room.

Less than half a minute after Renekton left, strong winds carrying sea water blew into the room, extinguishing most of the fire. A senior deacon wearing the priest's robes of the Church of Storms stood beside Turna's charred corpse, his face so gloomy that he could drip ink.

"Arsonist? There is also a vague aura of demons!"

"Hmph! Backlund's rats are getting more and more arrogant! Sooner or later I will throw all these guys into the sea to feed the fish!"

The senior deacon of the Punisher, who had long dark green hair like algae, said a few words in a low voice to the charred corpse in front of him with anger in his tone that seemed ready to explode at any moment.

Then he controlled the surrounding wind and water to extinguish the flames in the building, and then controlled the strong wind to leave.

Renekton, who stepped into the spirit world and left, did not leave too far. Instead, he found a dark corner and walked out of the spirit world, blending in with the crowd watching the excitement around him.

Seeing that the fire was quickly extinguished by the strong wind carrying water vapor, Renekton turned and left. I went to a nearby tavern with fewer people and planned to go in for a drink and see what impact this incident would have.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Renekton's spiritual sense was triggered, and the tavern seemed to be covered by a disharmonious influence.

Renekton paused as he stepped forward, his eyes obscured by his glasses flashed with an imperceptible purple brilliance.

The always useful spying eyes did not see anything out of the ordinary, but the subtle feeling in Renekton's heart did not dissipate.

Retracting his step forward, Renekton prepared to leave the tavern.

An anomaly that can conceal the past even from prying eyes is not something simple.

"You're here, why don't you leave before you have a drink?"

The man dressed as a sailor who entered the tavern behind Renekton said casually, then passed Renekton and walked towards the counter of the tavern.

The unconscious words of the sailor who came in behind Renekton gave Renekton a feeling that his destiny had been touched.

Renekton had a feeling that bad luck would befall him if he left without a drink.

After hesitating for a while, Renekton walked back to the counter of the tavern, asked the waiter for a glass of rum, and sat down in a corner where there were fewer people.

There was only an old man wearing a dark gray robe with white hair and beard sitting next to him, eating a freshly grilled lamb chop with relish.

"I thought you would quit this tavern in fear!"

"In that case, I will have to leave a mark on you so that I can find you later."

The old man said to himself while eating the lamb chops on the dinner plate.

Renekton paused while drinking. He just found a spot and won the prize? I always feel like my luck today is a bit strange.

Renekton greeted the ignorant old man next to him politely:

"Old sir, do you want to see me?"

"I don't know who I'm looking for, but you're sitting here, which means you are the person I'm looking for."

The old man said unexplained words without raising his head.

Renekton was stunned for a moment. The old man's tone made him suspect that the other party was an Extraordinary of the Destiny Path. Only those guys who obeyed orders all day long would be so talkative.

After roughly guessing the other party's identity, Renekton asked curiously:

"Old sir, what do you want from me? Or what are you looking for?"

"An opportunity, an opportunity to be promoted to Sequence Three."

"I have been waiting for this opportunity for seventy years. For seventy years, I even thought that it would be impossible for me to continue to be promoted in this life. But not long ago, I finally felt the call of fate again!"

The old man put down the lamb chops in his hand and turned to look at Renekton, his eyes like a child looking at a beloved toy, full of hope and desire.

"Forehead."

Renekton was stunned for a moment. The Extraordinary of the Destiny Path found him an opportunity to advance to Sequence Three? In other words, the old man with white hair and beard in front of him is a Sequence 4 Doom Mage.

"I don't know much about the Path of Destiny."

Renekton wanted to reject the other party tactfully, but he didn't dare to say too harshly. As a demigod with a path of destiny, it was better to deal with it carefully. Renekton didn't want to end up inexplicably becoming a person who might choke to death even if he drank water. Unlucky guy.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 139 The Doom Mage of the School of Life

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Chapter 139 The Doom Mage of the School of Life

"Fate guides me to meet you, so the opportunity for me to be promoted to a Chaos Walker must be with you. It hasn't happened yet, it's just that the time has not come yet."

"I've been waiting for seventy years and I don't mind waiting a little longer."

This mage of doom, who has been waiting for seventy years for the opportunity to be promoted, is much more rational than Lake expected.

Originally, Renekton was worried that the other party would not be able to control his emotions after he revealed that he did not know about the other party's opportunity for promotion.

"Destiny guides me to meet you!"

Renekton repeated this sentence. The words of the old man next to him made Renekton subconsciously recall everything that happened today.

From throwing gold coins for divination, to meeting Detective Isengard Stanton in the Jowood District and getting information from him, then coming to the dock area to find the Raven Gang to test the Balrog's ability, and finally entering this tavern.

All this development is very reasonable and coincidental.

"I had some unpleasant encounters in that cabaret, so I gave the other party some bad luck."

The old man with white hair and beard next to him said something thoughtful.

"Is that why I found the Raven Gang at exactly this time?"

"Because of this factor, you'd better throw away the ring inlaid with amethyst. The unlucky instigator encountered some unimaginable bad luck before his death."

"There is also some residue on that ring. You were affected by the bad luck above and walked into this tavern."

The old man glanced at Renekton's right pocket, which contained the ring, and gave a faint reminder.

Renekton was speechless for a moment. The development of this matter was completely one step after another, more outrageous and reasonable than the writer's script. In the end, he only sighed:

  "Destiny is a wonderful thing!"

Renekton took out the ring from his pocket, put it on the table in front of the old man and said:

  "Old sir, what should I do with this ring?"

The old man picked up the ring inlaid with amethyst and looked at it for a moment, then handed it to Renekton again:

"I have suppressed the bad luck above to a certain extent. You can try to pray to the great being who holds the authority in the field of destiny to peel off the bad luck and make it into a spell."

"Or crush it and reclaim the traits of the instigator."

Renekton took the amethyst ring and nodded slightly. As a great being with authority over the realm of destiny, Renekton's first thought was Klein, who could mobilize the original castle to respond to his prayers.

"Well, I'll ask Klein tomorrow. This operation should be feasible."

Renekton quickly made up his mind.

Then he looked at the old man next to him. He had been waiting for the opportunity for seventy years. He would definitely not let him leave so easily.

"My name is Destiny Is. I used to be a member of the Destiny Council of the School of Life, but later I broke away from them after I found out that my destiny was not in the School of Life."

"I will stay by your side for the next period of time, waiting for the opportunity guided by fate to come."

"I have a hunch that this opportunity will appear soon!"

Destiny Yis briefly introduced his identity, and when he talked about the opportunity he was waiting for, his tone became obviously more excited.

Renekton nodded with understanding. Seventy years was already more than half of his life.

After thinking for a while, Renekton asked the other party about the original moon. There are some believers in the School of Life who worship the original moon. As a former member of the Parliament of Destiny, Destiny also has a considerable understanding of the original moon.

"The original moon? There is something wrong with him, or there is something wrong with him."

"I once speculated that the original moon was the incarnation of Lilith, the former ancestor of the blood race, but later I rejected this guess."

"He has been influencing the mother and the moon path either explicitly or covertly, forging false oracles to influence the extraordinary people of these two paths."

When he said this, Destiny narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to be very afraid of the original moon evil god.

"However, the original moon has undergone great changes in recent times. His oracles have a strong sense of separation, like"

"It's like an oracle from two different beings!"

Renekton continued Destiny's unfinished words.

Destiny glanced at Renekton in surprise, nodded slightly and said:

  "Yes, I even suspect that the original moon is not one evil god, but two or even more evil gods, incarnations used to influence the mother and the moon."

Renekton nodded slightly with a serious expression, which was basically consistent with his guess. The vest of the original moon is now the Fallen Mother Goddess and the Mother Tree of Desire talking to each other.

Thinking about the situation of the original moon, Renekton's thoughts quickly drifted to the Mother Earth: "Lilith should also want to take back the characteristics of the goddess of beauty. If she can control this part of the earth to be torn out, The nest, that would be wonderful."

After conversing with Destiny, Renekton took the other party back to Minsk Street in a carriage.

Although this former member of the School of Life showed no malice, Renekton was still wary of a strange demigod and did not directly drag him to travel through the spirit world.

After returning to the streets of Minsk, Renekton reminded him:

  "I don't have any extra bedrooms in my house. You need to find a place to live by yourself."

Renekton was telling the truth. Renekton had transformed all the spare rooms in the house into utility rooms and Bugs Bunny's laboratory. There were no spare rooms.

Destiny waved his hand indifferently:

  "It doesn't matter, there will be a room!"

Under Renekton's uncomprehending gaze, Destiny walked to the house next to Renekton and knocked on the door gently twice.

Soon the owner of the house came to open the door. He was a man in his thirties and looked a little tired. He looked at the old man with white hair and beard in front of the door and said impatiently:

  "Sir, what's the matter with you?"

"Do you plan to rent this house for a period of time? I'm looking for a house that can be rented for a month or so. You know, it's a little hard to find."

Destiny didn't care about the other party's attitude and asked him politely.

Renekton watched from the side as the owner of the house's expression changed from impatient to surprised and then to surprise. The impatient look on his face instantly changed to a decent smile:

"Old sir, you asked just right. Due to some changes in my work, I will leave Backlund for a short period of time for a month. I am worried about what to do with the house I rent. After all, I will be back in a month. "

"If you are satisfied, we will find a lawyer to draw up a contract tomorrow morning. I will leave Backlund before noon tomorrow, as long as you are satisfied with the house and the price, and promise not to maliciously damage the house or the furniture inside. ."

"I have no opinion."

Destiny and the owner of the house reached a deal at an incredible speed, and the owner of the house also let the owner of the house move in tonight. There were spare bedrooms in the house, and he could take his pick.

"Is this the luck of destiny? It's not much different from having your wishes come true!"

Renekton sighed and returned to his house after Destiny found a place to stay.

The next morning, as soon as Renekton came downstairs and sat in the dining room to eat the breakfast prepared by Bugs Bunny, there was a knock on the door.

Anu, the crow, directed a spirit to open the door.

The scene in the hall changed. The plush carpet on the floor had depressions one after another, extending to the door. The door handle turned on its own without anyone around, and with a "squeaking" sound, the door was opened. .

"This image is perfect for a horror movie."

Klein, who was standing outside the door, complained, then stepped into the living room.

When he knocked on the door just now, the scene in the room naturally appeared in his mind. The scenes from the horror movies he had watched before also appeared in Klein's mind simultaneously, and he naturally took a step back.

"This is no longer the earth, and I am already an extraordinary person."

Klein muttered to himself, adjusted himself, and waited for the invisible spirit in the room to open the door for him.

Klein walked to the restaurant, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Bugs Bunny quickly placed a pile of fruit and bread in front of Klein.

"Thank you! I've already had breakfast."

Klein politely thanked Bugs Bunny. Then he turned to look at Renekton and said:

  "Bugs Bunny is such a good helper. He makes me want to keep an extraordinary creature by my side."

"Foster it! I just gained an assassin's characteristics some time ago. Do you want it?"

Renekton suggested enthusiastically.

Klein looked at Renekton with a strange expression, as if he was hesitant to speak:

  "Be a human being! You can even talk about pouring assassin potions on animals!"

The knock on the door sounded again, interrupting Renekton's attempt to sell the assassin's potion.

At Renekton's signal, the crow Anu commanded the spirit to open the door. An old man wearing a dark gray robe with white beard and hair walked into the house with his eyes closed tightly.

"Fate has given me a revelation that it is not appropriate to open my eyes today."

Destiny closed his eyes tightly, walked to the restaurant calmly, found a chair, sat down, and explained.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 140 Father Utravsky

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Chapter 140 Father Utravsky

  Renekton glanced back and forth between Klein and Destiny several times with strange eyes. He felt that fate was like a super nanny, worrying about these careless children in the path of fate.

Klein couldn't stand being glanced at by Renekton, and couldn't help but say:

  "What do you see me doing?"

"I want to ask you a favor."

Lexa said, and took out a small iron box isolated by a spiritual wall from his pocket. Inside was one of the trophies harvested from Tourna of the Raven Gang yesterday, the amethyst ring. .

Renekton explained to Klein what Destiny said yesterday, and then added:

  "I hope to get Mr. Fool's help to strip the bad luck from this ring and make it into a charm."

"I think it's more appropriate for you to talk about this kind of thing."

"Fool?"

Destiny repeated it, then looked at Renekton and asked with some confusion:

"Zarathul? Or Antigonus?"

"neither!"

Although Destiny closed his eyes, Renekton subconsciously shook his head.

Klein, who was sitting on the left side of Renekton, was stunned for a moment. It seemed that the title Fool had other meanings, and then turned to cast doubtful eyes on Renekton.

"The Fool is the name of the Seer Path Sequence 0. Zaratul and Antigonus are both strong candidates to compete for this position."

Renekton explained to Klein.

Renekton suddenly mentioned the Fool in front of Destiny just to bring the topic in this direction.

Rather than telling Klein all kinds of information, Renekton prefers this method of letting Klein discover it himself, ask questions, and then give the other party answers.

Renekton felt that this should be a problem shared by every Extraordinary reader.

But when it came to Sequence 0, Renekton simply continued to spread the relevant knowledge to Klein:

  "The main material of Sequence 0 potion is three copies of the extraordinary properties and uniqueness of Sequence ."

"So, when a path has sequence 0, it is impossible to have sequence , well, except for some special paths, such as the audience."

"Why are audiences the exception?"

Klein then asked.

"Do you know the description of the Fantasy Dragon? The objects he imagined will definitely materialize, the country he imagined will definitely come to the material world, and the future he claims will definitely be staged and become a reality."

"Imaginators can separate two copies of the Sequence 1 extraordinary characteristics and replace them with the corresponding characteristics in their imagination. Therefore, if the audience channel already has a Sequence 0 true god, it can also have up to two Sequence s."

Renekton explained in detail what is special about visionaries.

After listening to the description of the visionary, Destiny couldn't help but sigh:

  "No wonder the Dragon of Fantasy and the Dragon of Nightmare existed at the same time in history. This is actually the case!"

Then his tone became more serious, and he said warningly to Renekton and Klein:

  "The words I just said gave me a glimpse of destiny. The Dragon of Fantasy and the Dragon of Nightmare that I just talked about will intersect with your destiny."

Renekton nodded slightly, not really caring about this problem. He had already been arranged by the 0-08 script.

Klein didn't know much about this area of ​​knowledge and wanted to ask more, but Destiny said no more.

The information received in just a few minutes made Klein feel completely depressed today, and he did not start this process at all.

Especially regarding the information about The Fool, Klein was wondering whether the gray fog corresponded to the so-called uniqueness.

"If that's the case, my experiences during this period can be explained. I attract so many things from the diviner's path because I have the uniqueness of this path."

"That's not quite right. If it's uniqueness, why would the Hidden Sage invest in me? Isn't Zaratul or Antigonus more worthy of investment?"

"Or does the Hidden Sage invest in everyone?"

Klein thought of this and looked at Renekton, who was still eating breakfast, with strange eyes. I wanted to ask the other party what they thought of Mr. Fool, but when the words came to my lips, they turned into other topics:

  "Do you know anything about the Pound family? Their family's title comes from the period of the Sworn War."

"I don't know much about the history in this area. I only know that the Sworn War was caused by the conflict between the Church of Knowledge and the Church of the Earth."

Renekton shook his head, not expecting that Klein would suddenly ask him questions about history.

Klein looked at Renekton with deep eyes. He even remembered the history of his own church so poorly. He completely believed that his identity in the Church of Knowledge was just a cover-up.

Klein originally wanted to complain that this guy was a bastard, but he restrained his desire to complain when he thought that the other person had joined his Tarot Club. After communicating for a while, Klein said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, Renekton handed the amethyst ring in the small iron box to Klein and asked him to find time to pray to Mr. Fool to try it.

"This friend of yours has a strange fate."

After Klein left, Destiny spoke.

"I just tried to take a look at his fate, but as soon as this idea emerged in my mind, I got a spiritual warning. If I peeked directly at his fate, I would be greatly hurt."

Renekton looked at the doom mage with some confusion. He knew that Extraordinaries of the Destiny Path could see things that were difficult for Extraordinaries of other paths to see, but Destiny had always kept his eyes closed.

"Is there any difference between you closing your eyes to peer into other people's fate and opening your eyes?"

Renekton asked curiously.

"It doesn't make a big difference to me."

Destiny's words made Renekton's eyes change slightly. This old gentleman who had been waiting for the opportunity to be promoted for seventy years was also a little special!

  Destiny told Renekton that he had rented the house next to him and that he would stay here for the next month until he was promoted.

Afterwards, Renekton asked the other party about some things about the Life School and the opportunity for him to be promoted to Sequence Four.

Destiny only said that he already knew the answer, then stood up and left.

"Why do everyone look so busy? It makes me look very idle!"

Renekton sighed as he looked at the empty restaurant.

I finished my breakfast quickly, cleared the table, picked up my coat hanging on the coat rack, and prepared to go out.

"Bugs Bunny, let's go to Backlund's Harvest Church!"

After calling out to Bugs Bunny who was taking a nap on the sofa, Renekton opened the door and went out.

Because Destiny lived next to him, Renekton no longer used the spirit world to travel directly as before, trying to disguise himself as ordinary as possible.

I took Bugs Bunny in a taxi and arrived at the only Harvest Church in Backlund. The church was deserted, and except for a priest praying at the table in the front row of the church, there was no one else.

Renekton took Bugs Bunny into the church. The priest who was sitting at the table and praying noticed someone coming, opened his eyes, and stood up from his seat.

This is a very tall priest, more than two meters tall. The brown priest's uniform is very tight on his body, giving people a great sense of oppression when he stands up.

However, the temperament of the other party is not dangerous, on the contrary, it is very gentle.

Renekton took a few steps forward, bowed slightly and saluted, then said:

  "Hello, my name is Al Tynes, a traveling scholar. I have a friend from the Earth Church who told me that there is a priest named Utravski here who needs help."

"I am Father Utravsky. Can I ask who the friend of the Earth Church you are talking about is?"

The tall Father Utravsky said in a calm tone.

"A vampire who joined the Church of the Earth. In his exchange of letters with me, he said that Archbishop Essi Mia asked me to come to the Harvest Church here if I have time. You may need some help."

While speaking, Renekton took out the Holy Emblem given to him by the Church of the Earth.

Seeing the Holy Emblem of the Church of the Earth, Father Utravski's expression softened a lot. He looked at Renekton and said without warning:

  "I do need some help."

"Due to my past experiences, I developed a personality that loves killing and is keen on fighting. This personality is always competing with me for control of my body. If I can't solve it, I will inevitably lose control. ."

"I found a magical item that can solve this problem, but I need a powerful Beyonder who can kill my other personality."

When Father Utravsky said this, he kept watching Renekton's reaction. Seeing that the other party did not show any trouble or embarrassment, he continued to explain the effect of the magical item that could solve his problems.

After listening to Father Utravsky's explanation of the Nightmare Candle, Renekton nodded slightly, looking thoughtful, and after a while he said:

"I need to make some preparations. I am not good at fighting in dreams. I need to plant psychological hints for myself in advance so that I will not be affected by the special environment in dreams."

"No problem! I'm not short of time."

(End of this chapter)