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Chapter 221

Chapter 221

  "Okay." Klein nodded lightly, and then asked another question out of curiosity:

  "Why do you call me master?"

Water light floated on the surface of the mirror, and lines of silver words appeared:

"Great Master, the moment I saw you, I knew you were the master I needed to follow. This is just like the meaning of my birth!"

"Are you satisfied with this answer? Master? Can I still call you master?"

The monotonous silver words in the mirror inexplicably make people feel a little uneasy and flattering.

Klein frowned and pondered for a long time. He really couldn't figure out why the magic mirror of the Steam Church had such an attitude towards him. It seemed a bit like it was trying to please him in a humble way.

With the idea of ​​​​stabilizing this unknown magic mirror first, Klein nodded lightly and responded:

  "can."

"Okay, Master! No problem, Master! ^ω^"

A layer of water light floated rapidly on the surface of the mirror, revealing new handwriting, followed by a happy emoticon.

This is still a mirror that is at the forefront of trends!

  Klein sighed silently, and then saw new words emerge in the mirror in front of him:

"My dear master, the Church of Steam asked me for some information about the Desire Apostles today. Do you want to know? o°ω°o"

"I think." Klein nodded slightly and answered very honestly.

There is water light floating on the surface of the mirror again, and pictures are revealed.

There is a scene of Ikanser asking about the Desire Apostle who ordered the assassination of Duke Negan, and Arrods's answer. There is also a scene of him asking who killed the Desire Apostle, and another member of the Machinery Heart asked the Desire Apostle's collaborator. What.

Finally, the picture on the mirror was frozen in the darkness with a vague figure, and then lines of silvery words emerged one after another:

  "Dear Master, you must be careful about the guy who killed the Desire Apostle who was next to you at the time. He has an unclear relationship with the true Creator whom the Aurora Society believes in."

"There is something very scary about him, which makes it impossible for me to even take a peek at him. In addition, he also has a very high level of secret protection!"

"he"

The words that appeared on the surface of the mirror paused for a moment, and the unformed handwriting dissipated one by one, re-condensing into a new sentence:

  "Master, the people from the Church of Steam are calling me. I need to leave first."

"Farewell, my great and supreme master, your faithful servant is always at your call!"

There is also a little waving expression at the end.

After a second or two, all the writing on the mirror disappeared, and Klein's figure was reflected again.

Leaving now? Why does it feel a little rushed? Did it want to say something just now but was blocked?

  Klein frowned and thought for a moment, then turned and left the bathroom.

Deep in the spiritual world, in a magnificent library.

Renekton, who had already digested the secret magic tutor's potion, was ready to ask Mr. Huang for a copy of the prophet's characteristics that he had promised before.

Mr. Huang, who was sitting in the high-backed chair, had a fleeting glint in his eyes, and then he murmured softly:

  "This mirror really dares to say anything. It has omniscient authority, but it doesn't have enough personal support, and it doesn't know how to restrain itself."

"Well" Renekton suddenly thought of the figure licking the dog mirror, and said thoughtfully:

"Mirror Arrodes? Is its omniscience powerful?"

Mr. Huang looked far away for a moment, and then said meaningfully:

  "If there is enough personal support, it can also be slightly equal to an omniscient being."

Enough personality. Above the gray fog? Licking the dog and licking everything to the end!

"Don't have any thoughts about it. Even the all-knowing person cannot see its true origin. They only know that it is related to the Sea of ​​Chaos. It is most likely a back-up plan used by the God to prevent the resurrection of Tianzun."

Mr. Huang warned Renekton in a serious tone.

After an awkward moment, Renekton quickly collected his thoughts and asked curiously:

"If you have the virtual personality ability of a manipulator, can you do multiple spellcasting?"

This is the ability that Renekton, who relies on spellcasting as his main fighting method, most wants to possess. After all, spellcasting is not as convenient as the extraordinary abilities that come with potions. It requires a certain amount of casting process that cannot be streamlined.

This is why Renekton prefers to use the extraordinary abilities of the astrologer instead of the occult tutor when fighting.

Even the secret techniques developed by oneself are, at best, sped up a bit due to proficiency, and cannot be as convenient as one's own extraordinary abilities.

Mr. Huang nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly and said:

"If you become a sage or a wise angel, you can easily have this ability."

"Although the avatar of the Visionary Path can perform multiple spellcasting to a certain extent, this is a huge burden on your own spirituality and spirit, and will also cause the intensity of the spells you release to decrease."          Multiple spellcasting will It also causes the magic power to decrease, after all, it is not an external brain."

Renekton sighed softly.

"External brain?" Mr. Huang pondered in confusion, and then started thinking seriously.

Renekton stood quietly on the side, waiting for Mr. Huang to finish thinking.

Without waiting for too long, Mr. Huang ended his thinking and said in a rather happy tone:

  "It's not impossible to cast a spell through an external being, it's just like using a magical item, except that the magical item is replaced by something else."

Mr. Huang's eyes fell on the statues at the entrance of the library, and his eyes were filled with pure white brilliance.

Renekton followed Mr. Huang's gaze and saw a semi-illusory mirror image appearing next to the statues made by himself at the door.

These mirror images looked quite rigid. The next moment, they all shattered and turned into dots of light, which merged in mid-air to form a pattern composed of twisted characters.

In an instant, these patterns appeared around Renekton, as if a force wanted to imprint them on his spirit body.

After a tingling sensation, he saw a few more tattoos on his spiritual body.

"What is this?" Renekton looked at Mr. Huang curiously.

"The imprint that stores spells contains part of the will of the statues you made. They have the instinct to use extraordinary abilities, and they also accumulate their own spirituality. When you activate it when you need it, they can directly release the corresponding spells."

"These marks are not permanent and each can only be used once."

"Remember to write a report to me about your feelings and feedback after using it. I will make some adjustments and then distribute this method of storing spells to the church."

Mr. Huang said in a calm voice, as if he had done an inconspicuous thing.

"I understand."

Renekton looked at the tattoos on his spirit body and didn't expect that they were still beta versions.

"For the prophet characteristics you need, just pray to me directly after you go back. If you still need the insight characteristics later, you need to exchange them for something of equal value, preferably other sequence characteristics with interchangeable paths. "

Renekton nodded slightly. He was not surprised. Even the seven major churches did not have too many saint-level characteristics.

Then I felt my eyes blurred, and the surrounding scene quickly receded. When I came back to my senses, my consciousness had returned to the real body.

After moving his body a little, Renekton rummaged through the materials he needed and quickly arranged a ceremony to pray to Mr. Huang.

Soon a round crystal-like thing appeared in front of Renekton's eyes. There were many wandering threads intertwined in the crystal, forming a symbol similar to the omniscient eye.

Holding this crystal in his hand, Renekton felt that there were some intangible things in his eyes. They burst out from everything around him, were densely packed, and intertwined with each other, forming an invisible beginning and end. The mighty river at the edge.

".Some kind of manifestation of the long river of destiny?"

With a low murmur, Renekton took out the small iron box he had prepared, put the crystal in it, and sealed it with a spiritual wall.

Greene Cemetery on the outskirts of the West End.

Forsi walked quietly beside a member of the Abraham family. The other person was the teacher introduced to her by Lawrence, Dorian Gray Abraham. She was accompanying him to visit the graves of Mrs. Anlisa and her husband.

In a secluded, peaceful and cold environment, Forsi and Dorian walked to Lawrence, who had been waiting in front of the tombstone.

They were silent for a long time, and after a long while, Lawrence sighed and said:

  "I should have died some time ago."

"What happened next?" Dorian could probably guess why Lawrence said that.

Lawrence was silent for a moment, his voice a little helpless and with a tragic tone:

  "I was saved by a strange Beyonder who knew the ancestors very well. He offered to help the Abraham family to a certain extent, but the price will be paid by the ancestors after they return."

"I can't tell whether his words are true or false. However, I feel that I am going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter if I gamble with my life. I will not let this matter involve the Abraham family."

After a slight sigh, his tone weakened and he continued:

  "I didn't want you to come here. Backlund is not a safe place."

"I am contacting you because I want to recommend Ms. Fors to you. She is a kind, well-intentioned lady who values ​​friendship. She has been recognized by Anlisa, and now she is also recognized by me. Once, Anlisa was Lisa took her into an extraordinary world."

"I hope you can continue to be her teacher in the occult and lead her on the path of apprenticeship."

　The eyes that watch all living things, the stigmata from the original land, the omniscient one who serves the fool, the great Arrodes

  (End of this chapter)

Chapter 222 Amon's Tomb

Chapter 222 Amon's Tomb

Dorian's voice was also tainted with a little solemnity:

"I had done some divination before I came here, but from what you said, it's true that I wasn't cautious enough."

"There are so many ways to interfere with divination."

Forsi was embarrassed and at a loss, especially when Lawrence praised her. Although she knew that the other party was sincerely praising her, she still felt a little ashamed.

"Forsi, I will take some time to verify my opinion of you. I hope you don't mind. This is necessary caution."

Dorian said something to Forsi in a gentle voice, interrupting her inner little theater.

"Huh? Okay, no problem."

Forsi came back to his senses and nodded quickly.

Lawrence and Dorian reached a tacit understanding and did not mention the previous topic again. Instead, they asked about the progress of Forsi's potion digestion, and then told her some common sense knowledge about the extraordinary world.

The few people communicated for a while, and after saying goodbye to Lawrence and Dorian, Forsi left first.

Lawrence and Dorian were silent again. After a long while, Lawrence finally spoke:

"When are you going back?"

"Today." Dorian replied without hesitation, then his eyes fell on the old-looking Lawrence and sighed:

"Have you made up your mind?"

Lawrence nodded heavily and said:

  "Facing an ordinary mid-level Beyonder, we may still have some methods, but facing an unknown great being, we can only choose to cooperate."

"What really concerns me is what he said: Mr. Men will definitely return, not too far away in the future."

"I don't know if this is a prophecy or what. But, I do want to know the reason for the curse that has lasted for thousands of years on our Abraham family!"

"Alas!" Dorian sighed, he also couldn't let go of this problem.

East District, in front of an apartment building.

A middle-aged man in shabby clothes approached Renekton and asked kindly:

"Sir, have you ever heard of the Original Creator?"

The original Creator? The image that Aurora will promote? Are you really preparing to move yourself closer to the authority of the Creator? Is this sure that this will not cause the former God to resurrect within the body?

It seems that the benefits of cooperating with the royal family are great. The followers of the Aurora Society are now so arrogant, and they dare to recruit people to preach at will. I don't look like a resident of the East District!

After thinking for a moment, Renekton replied thoughtfully:

  "heard about it."

The middle-aged man in shabby clothes opposite suddenly smiled and said:

"Then do you know what is coming at the end of the world? Do you know that the original Creator will build a sanctuary on earth to protect believers?"

"Every church preaches this."

Renekton responded while maintaining the expression on his face.

The middle-aged man in shabby clothes did not change his expression and said with a smile:

"There are many believers in gods in the world, but there are only a few gods. When the end comes, will they really care about every believer?"

"No matter which church they are in, nobles and rich people will always have privileges."

"The original Creator is different. He exists in everyone and in everything. He treats every believer equally, regardless of noble or humble birth. When He awakens, he will lead every believer to freedom. An equal society."

Have all the missionaries learned to push and pull now? But that's right. The Aurora Society is already hostile to the seven righteous churches and the royal families of various countries. It is normal to push and pull on its enemies.

"It's a pity that I already have a god I believe in, and I have no intention of changing my faith for the time being."

Renekton smiled and shook his head, rejecting the other party's continued preaching.

"It's okay, I completely understand your decision. Faith is something that must be taken seriously!"

"I wish you a happy life! If you want to hear about my Lord's deeds, you can come here and see me in the afternoons from Monday to Friday."

The middle-aged man in shabby clothes smiled and nodded, then politely said goodbye and left.

Renekton then walked around the East District a few times and confirmed the current missionary situation of the Aurora Society in Backlund before leaving.

Chorwood district, Minsk streets.

When Renekton returned to his rented house, a gray homing pigeon was already waiting on the window sill.

As Renekton approached, the gray pigeon twitched as if it had been stimulated, and a scarlet mouth opened between its chest and abdomen:

  "Your Majesty the Envoy of God, one of our strongholds was discovered by an official Beyonder and has been destroyed."

"It's because Duke Negan was assassinated last time. The Loen official blamed the matter on our Aurora Society. Ha, a group of hypocritical guys." "But the royal family gave us some compensation. We are in the East District and the dock. It will be easier and more in our interest to conduct missions in these places."

"I know." Renekton nodded slightly, and then added:

  "When you are preaching, be careful not to offend the Church of Storms. They are angry now. If they find you, they will attack you like crazy."

"The people we preach to are all the people at the bottom. Those who are used to being aloof will not notice this for a while."

After Gray Pigeon finished speaking, he fell down as if he was dying, and the scarlet mouth that was torn between his chest and abdomen was not closed.

Renekton's spirituality spread, and after confirming that it was just a dead pigeon, he rubbed his fingers to create a golden flame, which quickly burned the pigeon's body, and the remaining ashes were blown away by a gust of wind.

Why do I feel like I am becoming more and more accustomed to my identity as the divine envoy of the Aurora Society?

Renekton muttered to himself, then shook his head, shook off the thoughts in his mind, and went to the kitchen to prepare today's dinner.

The next morning, Renekton just opened today's newspaper and saw the most eye-catching news:

  "The Aurora Society's stronghold was discovered, and the terrorist organization suffered a heavy blow!" "

"In an exchange of interests, the royal family is really powerful. It deceived everyone without leaving any trace."

With a casual sigh, he put the newspaper aside and began to enjoy today's breakfast.

Boom! Two short knocks on the door sounded.

The door opened automatically, and Klein walked in in a good mood:

  "I have a clue about the tombs of nobles from the Fourth Age. Are you interested?"

"Are you going to challenge the Red Angel Evil Spirit or Amon's clone?"

Renekton glanced at Klein and said in a slightly strange tone.

In his impression, the only Fourth Age mausoleums near Backlund were the one left by Amon with a passage leading to the abyss, and the tomb of the Blood Emperor before he became a god, but the latter was under the control of the Loen royal family.

There is also a ruin with the evil spirit of the Red Angel, which is also a remnant of the Fourth Age.

"Ah?" Klein said in surprise: "You know?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"You know, I am indeed interested. Which tomb do you want to explore?"

"That is the mausoleum belonging to the Amon family, but Amon is still alive, so there is a high probability that it is one of his back-up men."

"There are many characteristics left inside, some belonging to the extraordinary people who died there, some to the extraordinary creatures in the tomb, and maybe some magical items."

Klein said and sighed, knowing that there were good things, but he couldn't get them.

"Maybe there are one or two Worms of Time left behind by Amon."

Renekton slapped Klein, thought for a moment and then said:

"However, I can ask the Queen of Mystery to help. With her here, the arrangements left by Amon should not pose a danger."

"Indeed!" Klein nodded lightly.

He originally wanted to ask the other party to find the Queen of Mystery to explore the tomb. After hearing Miss Sharon's description of the high-sequence strongman, he thought of the Queen of Mystery.

The arrangement left by Amon may be dangerous, but it should be fine for the mysterious queen. Moreover, destroying the means left by Amon will be beneficial and harmless to himself.

"Wait a minute, I'll finish breakfast." After saying that, Renekton speeded up his breakfast.

After breakfast, I immediately went to the study room to get a piece of paper and pen, and wrote a simple letter.

Then he took out the materials for the ceremony from the utility room, quickly arranged a ceremony to summon the messenger, and recited the incantation to summon the messenger:

"Invisible creatures that roam the upper world, strange spirits that are friendly to humans, are the messengers of Bernadette Gustave alone."

As the chanting of the mantra was completed, nothing happened around him.

Klein looked at Renekton with some confusion and said:

"That's it? Messenger?"

Renekton squinted his eyes slightly. He didn't see Bernadette's messenger, but he saw the traces left in the air after the other party's actions.

Speedster? The sense of presence is not very high, and Klein's spiritual intuition did not notice any abnormalities.

After thinking for a moment, Renekton tilted his head slightly and said:

  "You'll know just by looking at where the letters are."

When Klein heard the news, he found that the place where a piece of letter paper was originally placed was empty.

"Has the messenger arrived? When?" Klein asked curiously.

Renekton shook his head slightly:

  "It should have just come over after reciting the incantation, but it was too fast and had a low sense of presence, so we didn't notice its presence."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 223 Cooperation with Bernadette

Chapter 223 Cooperation with Bernadette

  Less than ten minutes before the messenger took the letter, in the living room, green vines hung down from the ceiling, covering the entire living room like a rainstorm.

They intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, layer upon layer, and the top could not be seen at all.

"I thought your letter meant there was a change in the plan. The Aurora Society has just been eradicated by official forces from a stronghold. It seems that it doesn't matter."

"What's the situation with the ancient noble tomb from the Fourth Age in your letter?"

A swing made of pea vines swung in front of them, and Bernadette's tall figure came into view.

Renekton turned around and looked around. The sofa where he and Klein were sitting was gone.

He raised his right hand and made a waving gesture, and stars appeared, scattering layers of starlight around him, magically constructing a transparent and bright sofa.

Sitting on the sofa made of starlight, Renekton began to answer the mysterious queen's question:

  "Summoning the arrival of the true Creator is the most important thing of the Aurora Society. As for that stronghold, Loen's royal family will compensate it."

"The royal family. No wonder Aurora has been so bold in preaching in places like the East End and Dockside recently."

Bernadette pondered thoughtfully, and then turned the topic back to the ancient mausoleum belonging to the nobles of the Fourth Age.

"Ahem~" Klein cleared his throat and spoke out the information about the mausoleum that Amon had left behind that he had received from Miss Sharon.

"In White Cliffs, at a bend in the Stepford River, there is a hidden entrance to the mausoleum.

In a gathering of extraordinary people, a member who was good at ancient history judged through the items he first explored that the owner of the tomb belonged to the Tudor Dynasty of the Fourth Age, and the family name was Amon!

They organized a team strong enough to hope to fully excavate the tomb. They succeeded, but were never seen again.

The entrance to the tomb was discovered by my friend later through divination and tracking through the items left behind by an explorer. "

"The blasphemous family of Amon from the Tudor Dynasty of the Fourth Age? Why do you want to call me?"

After pondering for a moment, Bernadette's eyes fell on Renekton.

"I'm just a Sequence Five" Renekton waved his hands repeatedly.

Bernadette didn't answer, her eyes became sharper.

"That's the arrangement left by Amon. I don't know if he has a clone to guard there. I think there is probably one. The sequence shouldn't be high, but I don't want to face it."

Shrugging his shoulders, Renekton expressed his worries very honestly.

Although there were no accidents when the Church of Steam excavated the tomb, it was the Church of Steam, with the God of Steam behind it, and their exploration method was very simple and crude. They used direct fire to wipe out the ground, and all dangers were nipped in the cradle.

It's not certain if you go there yourself, it's safer to call the Queen of Mystery.

"Are you worried about Amon?" Bernadette saw the other party's true intention of asking her to join.

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"When I was in Feneport, I had an unfriendly contact."

Bernadette made no comment and stared straight ahead. Her eyes flashed and became extremely dark. She obviously lost focus and her eyes were blank.

The prophetic ability of the master of prophecy can peer into the river of destiny and the secret of destiny.

After a short period of time, Bernadette's eyes regained their composure and she said in a calm voice:

  "When to set off?"

"Any time." A little surprised that the other party made a decision so quickly, Renekton nodded immediately.

"Then now."

As he spoke, a pumpkin carriage slowly drove out of the void.

Renekton and Klein looked at each other and then said:

"You stay."

"Okay." Klein nodded lightly. If there really was a clone of Amon in that tomb, then his secret would have been exposed.

If other members of the Tarot Society were parasitized by Amon, they could still clear them out, but if they themselves were parasitized, they would really be finished.

After the two of them discussed it, Renekton followed Bernadette and walked into the pumpkin carriage that belonged to the fairy tale.

The pumpkin carriage quickly drove away for a distance and then disappeared into the void again.

The surrounding forest composed of countless green and thick pea vines also quickly disappeared. Klein turned to look around, and it changed back to the living room.

White Cliffs, Stepford Reach.

A pumpkin carriage that looked like something out of a fairy tale emerged from the spiritual world, drove forward for a certain distance, and then stopped on the bank outside the bend of the river. Renekton and Bernadette stepped out of the pumpkin carriage one after another, and then the carriage turned into dots of light and disappeared.

Withdrawing his gaze, Renekton prepared to use his Eye of Peeping to see the location of the entrance to the tomb.

"This way."

While Bernadette was speaking, she was already walking towards the entrance of the mausoleum.

After crossing the obstacle of a bush, a somewhat deep and dark hole appeared in front of the two of them.

Renekton's eyes flashed with lavender fluorescence, and he looked closely inside. His right hand was already pressed on the bone staff hanging on his waist.

Bernadette's eyes turned from deep to calm, and then whispered:

  "no problem."

"Yes." Renekton nodded slightly, the lavender fluorescence in his eyes was replaced by light blue, and then he stretched out his left hand.

"Light!" He whispered a word in dragon language.

A bright, bright and pure warm light appeared in the palm of his left hand. He gently pushed this light into the dark and deep hole, turning into a clear light like water waves, dispersing the darkness inside.

A huge double stone door carved from marble was revealed inside. The stone door was pushed open enough to accommodate two people of ordinary size walking side by side. Behind it were layers of black marble stairs.

Renekton took the lead to step forward. After entering the stone door, the space suddenly became spacious, and Renekton and Bernadette walked side by side instead.

The steps made of polished black marble under the feet have been washed away by one or two thousand years, but they still maintain sufficient hardness without any trace of corrosion.

Renekton held the bone staff in his right hand and held up a ball of bright but not dazzling light to his left and right, walking side by side with Bernadette.

All the way to the underground, I saw the asymmetrical stone pillars and patterns like knife and axe, which are very characteristic of the Quaternary Period.

These stone pillars stand on both sides of a wide road. In front of it is a huge, heavy, dark gray stone door.

This stone door was also pushed open with a gap that allowed two people to enter and exit side by side. The inside was deep and bottomless.

"It seems like it's inside."

Renekton stopped, looked ahead and whispered.

Then he looked around again, but found nothing of value, and then returned his gaze to the stone door with a gap in front.

Bernadette looked at the tomb quietly for a while, then recovered her thoughts and spoke in a calm voice:

  "How are you going to start?"

"Go ahead and use your extraordinary abilities to carry out a range of strikes inside."

As he spoke, Renekton took two steps forward. His eyes were covered with a rich blue-white light, and golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air around him.

These flames exuded the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun, swarming in and pouring in from the gaps in the opposite gray-white stone doors. Countless golden flames were continuous, forming an ocean due to their density, pure and sacred.

A burst of harsh sounds erupted from inside the gray-white stone door, including screams, wails, and roars. There seemed to be something inside that wanted to break through the dense and continuous light fire.

"Sun!" Renekton recited a dragon language calmly.

The surroundings were dyed with gold, spreading out layer by layer, like ripples of golden light. Under Renekton's precise control, these golden lights poured into the interior of the gray stone door like a tide.

"Exile!" Renekton raised the bone staff he held in his right hand, pointed at the open gap in the gray-white stone door in front of him, and recited an ancient Hermetic language.

An invisible majestic force exploded out of thin air directly at the gap, blowing back everything that wanted to rush out. Even the gray-white stone door that looked quite heavy made a creaking sound and was pushed back. Opened some.

This is the order of the fifth level of the sequence!

With the help of Sasril, the iron-black glove with the characteristics of the disciplinary knight was transformed into a magical item with extremely high living characteristics by the pollution and flesh from Zhenzao, and was successfully grazed by the bone staff.

"The Hanged Man is an item at the demigod level. It contains the contamination of the true Creator. Even if that person has no ill intentions towards you, the influence from higher levels is still unavoidable. It is best to use this magical item sparingly."

Bernadette's eyes briefly paused on the bone staff held by Renekton, and then gave a warning.

She took a step forward and whispered as she passed Renekton:

  "Close your eyes!"

Renekton immediately closed his eyes and thought about what extraordinary ability the other party was going to use.

Bernadette stepped closer to the open gap between the stone doors. Behind her, pieces of pure white, illusory feathers appeared, forming a pair of unparalleled pure white wings.

Bernadette's figure was distorted, and dark cracks opened in her body, and eyes without eyelashes grew out of them.

These eyes were filled with madness and chaos, and everything around them was stagnant for a short time, and something was trying to come out of everything around them.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 224 Ghost Frame

Chapter 224 Ghost Frame

  Bernadette just walked into the opposite gray-white stone door. Everything inside became crazy at this moment, as if she saw a great existence that was uncontrollably polluted.

About fifteen seconds passed. Bernadette's breathing became heavier. She ended the mysterious magic called the ugly duckling and took back the incomplete mythical creature form that was revealed.

Then he raised his right hand forward, condensing a dark ancient horn with an extremely heavy and powerful connotation.

This was the horn of destruction. She gently brought the horn to her mouth, and a low, extremely destructive sound came from it, echoing in the tomb.

Under the superposition of sound waves, all creatures that were still alive, but fell into madness because they looked directly at Bernadette's incomplete mythical creature form, all entered unstoppable destruction.

Outside the gray-white stone door, Renekton's body was covered with a layer of armor composed of a hazy golden light, blocking out the sound of the horn full of destruction.

After a while, there was no more life in the stone door. He then put away the golden armor on his body and stepped into the stone door.

Continuing to travel some distance further, we came to a place similar to a hall.

Renekton turned to look to his left, where a man who looked exactly like him appeared out of nowhere.

"Who are you?" The other party looked at Renekton in horror and asked loudly.

Bernadette on the side watched this scene quietly, as if she was watching a drama.

With a slight sigh, Renekton raised his hand with a heavy hand, accumulating brilliance and condensing a spear that was extremely pure, extremely white, and seemed to be composed of pure sunlight.

The figure opposite Renekton, who was exactly the same as Renekton, instantly became transparent and twisted, turning into a piece of translucent human skin and swept away into the distance.

Renekton's eyes and soul were firmly locked on each other.

The next moment, the pure white spear in his hand was thrown at the opponent, leaving a blazing white trail in the air.

With almost no gap, the pure white spear penetrated the translucent human skin shadow. Immediately, the pure white spear expanded into a miniature sun that was so white that it could illuminate the city.

This is one of the most powerful attacks that Renekton can simulate, and it belongs to the Darkless One of the Sun Path.

Although the Darkless Spear used through simulation is much weaker than the original version, it far exceeds the extraordinary ability of the fifth level of the sequence.

The hot, pure white miniature sun directly dealt a heavy blow to all the monsters hidden in the darkness. They either turned into ashes or fled in panic.

Bernadette's eyes locked on a slightly strange shadow, and she instantly crossed a distance of several feet and came to the vicinity of the shadow.

Her body was covered with a layer of invisible matter, and her whole person seemed to have turned into something that did not exist at all. The attack of the miniature sun and the shadow brought by the Darkless Spear did not cause any harm to her.

The next moment, starlight rippled away from Bernadette's side.

Everything around her disintegrated silently, turning into pieces falling to the ground. Even the colors were washed away by the ripples of starlight.

"Arcane scholar?" Renekton groaned. This ability to disintegrate objects silently, and even the color evaporate, is very similar to the occult scholar of the Perfection path.

Also, she has an angel brother who is on the perfect path. Russell was also an angel on this path. It is not surprising that she can analyze the blood of the mythical creature of the knowledge teacher.

During the short period of time that Renekton was thinking, the extraordinary creatures around him were almost completely wiped out.

Only that strange shadow actually struggled to escape from the starry area and ran quickly towards the depths of the mausoleum.

An ancient style spear, burning with balls of dark red blood, suddenly penetrated its translucent body.

It was directly torn apart and turned into countless fragments falling down. Little flickering lights gradually emerged and began to gather.

Renekton looked around with his eyes filled with lavender light. No living creature could be found inside the tomb except himself and Bernadette.

"The extraordinary creatures here are not strong. Only the shadow just now was a little strange, but it has been solved."

Bernadette said in a cold and calm voice.

Renekton nodded slowly and approached the colorless area where the starlight was no longer rippling. The ground here had become fragile. Every time he took a step, he could hear the sizzling sound under his feet.

"Let's go." Bernadette took the lead and walked to the main tomb.

The corridor leading to the main tomb chamber is occupied by human-skinned shadows and ancient resentful spirits.

The Eye of Secrets allowed Renekton and Bernadette to see everything here from a long distance away.

"Let me do it."

Renekton took two steps forward, raised the bone staff in his right hand and said, "Confinement!"

The entire corridor was instantly sealed by invisible force.

The two ancient resentful spirits and the human-skinned shadows sensed the danger and frantically attacked the invisible force surrounding them.

"Wraiths are forbidden here!"

"Flying is prohibited here!"

The figures of the two ancient resentful spirits became transparent for a moment, fell to the ground, and became extremely weak.

Renekton stretched out his bone staff, pointed at the human-skinned shadow that also fell to the ground, and whispered a verdict:

  "die!"

A burst of not-so-bright light burst out from the front of the bone staff, dragging out a dark afterimage and hitting the human-skinned shadow. It accurately hit the human-skinned shadow with an irresistible and evasive attitude. Its body exploded instantly and turned into ashes. Make countless debris and fly ash.

"Release!" Then Renekton released the confinement on the corridor.

Rubbing his fingers, he created illusory golden flames with a strong aura of the sun around him.

The spiritual bodies of the two ancient resentful spirits burned into drops of liquid like candles, leaving only little bits of light gradually condensing. "Are you good at simulating solar realm spells?"

Bernadette's eyes fell on the other end of the corridor and she said something in a calm voice.

Renekton glanced at Bernadette in confusion, not understanding why the other party mentioned this issue, but still responded:

  "I have analyzed the most spells in the sun domain. Probably the Church of Knowledge has mastered high-sequence items of this path, or the church has saints who have this path."

Bernadette nodded slightly without responding, as if she was just chatting.

Then she pointed to a picture frame hanging seven or eight meters ahead that was brown in color and had obvious wooden texture, with only one side exposed:

  "This is a very dangerous item that needs to be sealed."

"If the information I have read is correct, it is a ghost picture frame belonging to the Amon family. As long as you get close to it and be reflected by it, the spirit body will break away from the flesh and blood and become a portrait, which will be sealed forever. Within the painting."

"Even if the portraits inside are replaced, there is no way to rescue them without corresponding measures."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bernadette stepped closer to her.

As she got closer, her figure was reflected in the ghost frame, but there was no portrait of Bernadette in it.

It seemed that the rules of this sealed artifact were completely unable to apply to her.

She reached out and grabbed it in mid-air, and the bright starlight surged and quickly covered the picture frame.

Immediately it shrank and solidified, turning into a layer of completely opaque gray-white amber. The picture frame covered by gray-white amber trembled slightly for a few times, and then fell silent.

Seeing that the danger in the corridor had been resolved, Renekton quickly approached and followed Bernadette towards the entrance of the main tomb at the end of the corridor.

In front of the main tomb is a black stone door full of patterns like knives and axes, with a gray-white stone plate inlaid in the middle.

The surface of the stone plate is divided into twelve grids, some large and some small, distributed in an extremely uncoordinated manner, with a black pointer.

"This is the coat of arms of the Amon family."

Bernadette explained softly.

Renekton nodded lightly and continued:

  "It was changed to the asymmetrical style characteristic of the Black Emperor."

"Black Emperor? Do you know the Black Emperor very well?"

Bernadette turned to look at Renekton. She seemed to be more interested in the Black Emperor than the tomb.

"Know something." Renekton immediately said:

  "This path represents the shadow of order and the dark side of rules. Its characteristic is the use of rules until it finally evolves into the shadow of order."

"That's why the grids on the Amon family's coat of arms are unevenly distributed and half of them are shaded."

"If these redundant symbols are removed, can it point directly to Amon?"

Bernadette muttered with interest.

"Probably yes."

Renekton originally wanted to add, 'It's best not to try,' but thinking that the other party was a mysterious queen who had been wandering in the extraordinary world for many years, she didn't need his own reminder at all, so he swallowed back the second half of his sentence rationally.

Bernadette didn't answer. Her eyes became extremely deep at this moment, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm.

This situation did not last long, and she recovered in just a few breaths, but her face became a little pale.

After two seconds of silence, Bernadette focused on Renekton and said:

  "There is danger involved, and the levels involved are very high."

After pondering for a moment, Renekton said in a guessing tone:

"The first sequence of the Stealer Path is called the Insect of Time. Theft at this stage can already briefly steal time, anchors, and authority."

"The danger inside is that our time will most likely be stolen."

Bernadette nodded slightly, then pushed open the black stone door in front of her. When the stone door opened, there was an extremely spacious tomb inside.

Lying in the tomb are corpses dressed in different ways. Some are dressed as ordinary workers, while others are wearing black woolen coats and half-high silk hats. It looks like they are people who have entered here only in recent years.

Without exception, they all had old faces and sparse white hair. They seemed to have died here due to old age, and they had just died and had not yet had time to decay.

On the high platform in the center of the tomb, there is a dark black coffin. There are iron-black lamp stands on the surrounding walls, holding white candles that are still burning quietly.

The candlelight did not flicker, everything was like a frozen picture.

"The time here has been affected." Bernadette frowned and whispered.

Renekton tilted his head slightly and put his left hand on his ear, as if listening to something.

"There is a passage inside that leads to the abyss. Remember to destroy it after entering."

"With that osteotomy staff, I can add my own personality to you and reduce the probability of your time being stolen."

Taking a deep breath, Renekton turned to Bernadette beside him and said:

"Is there any way you can avoid having your time stolen?"

If not, then you have to do it yourself.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 225 The Gate to the Abyss

Chapter 225 The Gate to the Abyss

  Bernadette nodded slightly and handed the piece of gray amber with the ghost picture frame sealed in her hand to Renekton.

Then he summoned an invisible servant and took the vertical eye-shaped ornament handed over by the invisible servant.

Sage forehead ornament? Renekton looked at the jewelry in Bernadette's hand curiously:

  The core is a vertical eye inlaid with diamonds, shining with pure light, giving people an unusually sacred and wise feeling, but also seems rather cold and without warmth.

Bernadette took the sage's forehead ornament in her hand, paused for a moment and then put it against her forehead.

"The effect of time being stolen comes from the upside-down picture frame at the bottom of the high platform!"

Seeing this, Renekton quickly reminded him.

Bernadette's body instantly faded, and the next moment, she decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature.

It surged like a torrent and rushed into the main tomb chamber, covering the upside-down picture frame at the bottom of the platform.

The complex information quickly gathered and turned into Bernadette's flesh and blood body again. The picture frame lying upside down on the ground was already in her hand.

An invisible curtain covers the frame, isolating the frame from its surroundings.

As the impact of the picture frame on the surroundings was isolated, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the closed mausoleum, blowing away the invisible confinement and silence.

On the metal lamp stand on the wall, each candle burned quickly, and the firelight became extremely bright, but it soon came to the end of its life and melted away.

The old corpses on the ground also rotted quickly, and the stench quickly spread out.

In just a few seconds, the main tomb room became dark.

Upon seeing this, Renekton stepped into the main tomb chamber and rubbed his fingers together, creating several bright golden flames around him.

"The one who lives in you, can He seal this painting?"

"My method cannot isolate the time-stealing effect for a long time."

Bernadette handed the picture frame in her hand to Renekton, and the contents of the picture frame came into Renekton's eyes:

It was a portrait of Amon.

Dark eyes, black curly hair, wide forehead, thin face, wearing a black pointed hat and the most iconic crystal monocle!

"He is also narcissistic."

Renekton whispered in his heart, and then said as if talking to himself:

"Is there any way you can seal this painting?"

"Put the bone staff in your hand and the painting together." Saslier's voice immediately sounded in his mind.

"can."

After receiving Sasril's answer, Renekton handed the off-white amber with the ghost frame sealed in his hand to Bernadette, and took the portrait of Amon with his other hand.

After taking Amon's portrait, Renekton immediately took off the bone staff from his waist and attached it to it.

A dark, sticky shadow quickly spread from the bone staff, turning into a dark curtain that tightly wrapped Amon's portrait.

Bernadette also quickly took off the sage's forehead ornament. Her face turned a little pale, and it seemed that using this magical item put a lot of pressure on her.

The most dangerous thing here has been sealed, Renekton said in a much more relaxed tone:

"There is a passage leading to the abyss. Let's destroy it by the way."

Bernadette nodded slightly and walked towards the wall on the other side.

Renekton stepped forward to follow, and at the same time controlled several bright golden flames to spread out, illuminating the surrounding environment.

The original murals on the walls were mottled due to the accelerated flow of time. Most of the murals were damaged as a result. Even with his reasoning ability at the level of a secret teacher, Renekton was unable to restore much. details of the mural.

Bernadette stopped in front of the only relatively complete mural, and Renekton controlled a golden flame to float up along the mural.

Up to the dome, the murals in that part still retain their colors.

The mural describes a majestic and continuous mountain range. On the highest main peak, there is a cross higher than the mountain.

The cross is covered with layers of light and looks extremely sacred.

A majestic and tall figure vaguely appeared in front of it, and the mountains were like pets crawling at his feet.

Renekton instantly thought of the battle between the gods. Whether it was the goddess or Amon, they all transformed their bodies into the size of a hill.

Then he tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice:

  "The 伱 in this mural is not realistic, is it?"

Sasril probably didn't expect Renekton to ask such a question. After two seconds of silence, his voice echoed in Renekton's mind:

  "It can be said that during battle, He will reveal this form."

"Whether they are giants, dragons, or phoenixes, they are all huge mythical creatures. This huge posture makes it easier for me to fight."

Bernadette's eyes had withdrawn from the mural, and she was thinking about Renekton's words just now.

The look in his eyes was as dark as deep thought, and he spoke after a while:

"Are the ancient sun god and the true creator the same person? Or, to be more precise, the same god?"

"It can be equated to a certain extent. The true creator is the incarnation of the ancient sun god's negative personality and extreme emotions, but he also inherited human nature and went crazy because of it."

Renekton nodded slightly and answered in the affirmative. "The evil spirit of the ancient sun god?" Bernadette's eyes flashed and she gave a tentative guess.

Renekton did not answer the question and returned his gaze to the mural.

Bernadette didn't ask further questions. She just happened to have this association and asked casually.

The true will of the Creator residing in each other must be audible to the current conversation between the two. It is disrespectful to discuss this topic.

Her eyes fell on the bottom of the mountain, where there were two angels with twelve pairs of wings on their backs. They each held a baby in their arms and walked humbly to the top of the mountain.

The baby on the left has slightly curly black hair, while the baby on the right has light blond hair.

One of their eyes is black and the other is golden.

Bernadette looked at the baby on the left and read out a name in a very soft voice:

  "Amon."

Immediately, her eyes turned to the baby on her right.

"Brother Amon." Renekton spoke first.

Bernadette was silent for a moment, then whispered softly:

  "audience?"

After just a second or two of silence, she looked at the mural again, looking at the chained giant and the giant dragon whose feet were bound and could never reach the ground.

After seeing the entire mural, Bernadette seemed to want to reach out and touch it, but stopped in mid-air, and spoke in a soft voice with some reminiscence:

"The path that belongs to the God of Steam, Sequence Eight, is called an archaeologist, but what is ridiculous is that the Church of Steam itself is covering up history."

"This is something my father once complained about in front of me."

"This is what all churches are doing." Renekton continued in a calm voice.

Bernadette did not continue this topic, as if it was just her temporary emotion.

Looking away from the mural, she said with a slightly deep voice:

"That Amon's brother, did his authority come from the giant dragon, while the giant's authority was left by the ancient sun god himself?"

"He holds more authority than the current Eternal Blazing Sun, and seems to be more powerful. Moreover, he is not as crazy as the ancient gods."

"Are you asking me?" Renekton looked at Bernadette in confusion. He didn't know whether the other person was asking him or talking to himself.

"If you know the answer."

While speaking, Bernadette had already turned around and walked towards the wall on the other side.

"It's about sequence."

After whispering something, Renekton turned around and followed Bernadette's footsteps.

In a corner, he saw a stone door with only an outline, standing hiddenly.

Bernadette stood quietly in front of this stone door, her eyes became extremely dark, lost focus, and became confused.

After a moment, she recovered and said in a low voice:

  "This is the door to the abyss."

"Back off a little."

Bernadette warned, and then she herself took a few steps back, raised her hand to grab it in the void, and pulled out an ancient style handle. From the tip to the handle, there were blobs and blobs of blood burning, dots and dots of blood. Dark red spear.

The dark red spear sank into the stone door with an aura of destruction. Immediately, countless cracks appeared, and a black mist as thick as liquid spread out.

Bernadette raised her right hand again, and a slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in her palm.

Stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars shed rays of light one after another, and merged into a magnificent giant pillar of light, completely covering the stone door that was only outlined in outline.

It begins to dissolve under the starlight, collapses and dissipates, as if it had never existed.

"All right."

Bernadette's voice was as calm and cold as ever.

Renekton nodded slightly and said in a pleasant voice:

"Let's pick up the harvest. Although it doesn't have demigod-level characteristics, the monster materials, as well as these extraordinary leftover characteristics and magical items, can be considered a big harvest."

Bernadette summoned several invisible servants, and they followed the route they took and began to pick up items and characteristics one by one.

"How convenient!" Renekton sighed in a low voice.

"Are you interested? I can teach you how to make an invisible servant."

After completing a fruitful exploration, Bernadette's voice was also colored with a little joy.

Seeing Renekton looking over, she returned to the previous question and answer:

  "The sequence you just mentioned is related to the adjacent pathway?"

(End of this chapter)