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Chapter 246 Restart of Destiny

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Chapter 246 Restart of Destiny

"I need you to transport me to the East End."

The beautiful lady murmured in a low voice.

Mr. A, who was wearing a hooded robe, nodded gently. A transparent and blurry book quickly appeared in front of him, accompanied by a distant and ethereal chant:

  "I came, I saw, I recorded."

The pages of the book turned quickly, and soon it was fixed on one page, which immediately bloomed with a light blue and illusory light.

These rays of light instantly penetrated the figure of the lady, causing her to blur quickly, then become invisible and disappear into the hall.

After doing all this, Mr. A began to kneel down in front of the altar, close his eyes and pray:

"The Creator of all, the Lord behind the Curtain of Shadows, the fallen nature of all living beings."

"Your devout followers pray to you."

"Pray for your coming."

In the hidden space, Bernadette looked at the place where Ms. Despair left with a slightly frowned brow, and said in a voice with no hint of joy or anger:

"The Witch of Despair. She is going to cause widespread disaster in the East District."

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"They want to use this to cover up some things and complete a certain plan. In doing so, they just meet the conditions for offering sacrifices to the evil god."

"The Aurora Society has become the best pawn. Even if they know that they are being used, they will not refuse for the coming of the true Creator."

Bernadette turned to look at Renekton, her eyes paused for a moment, and she was silent for a moment before speaking:

"Are you trying to tell me that even if there was no event planned by the Aurora Society about the arrival of the true Creator, the disaster that should have happened would still have happened?"

"Are you saying that to reassure me, or to reassure yourself?"

"Don't you feel that there is a sense of separation in you? It's similar to the sense of separation between sensibility and rationality."

Renekton frowned slightly and sighed:

  "Perhaps the White Tower pathway is good at thinking rationally!"

A poor excuse that even I can't deceive myself. Maybe my divinity has already begun to crush humanity, but the divinity is still me, so I adapt so naturally.

Bernadette turned her eyes away and did not comment on this.

East District, a secluded corner of an alley.

The figure of the desperate lady quickly emerged.

She walked out of the alley and looked up into the sky. The afternoon sun was obscured by thick clouds and fog, making it pale and dim.

There is also some light yellow mist that is not too strong, floating in every place in Backlund, with a slightly choking smell, cold and moist.

Unfortunately, the smog was not at its worst yet. She sighed slightly in her heart and walked forward slowly, as if she was wandering in a sea of ​​fog.

Where she passed, the fog became imperceptibly thicker, and even became a little iron-black.

  "Let despair spread in this city. There are not many opportunities like this. Maybe the remaining potion in my body can be completely digested."

She murmured softly and walked down a street.

Behind her, someone started coughing violently, and kept coughing so violently that they fell to the ground.

  The poor people around began to panic and wanted to retreat, but the next moment, they also covered their throats and began to cough uncontrollably, making them unable to breathe.

  The iron-black and light-yellow haze descended on the entire East District, dock area, and factory area, and began to spread to the entire Backlund.

"Hugh, I have a very uneasy feeling."

In the rented house, Forsi looked at his friend Xio beside him with a somewhat uneasy expression.

Xio frowned, looked out the window, and said in confusion:

  "Forsi, is the smog outside the window a little worse, and the color is a little strange?"

Forsi turned around to look, and what he saw was a fog so thick that it blurred his vision from more than ten meters away, and it was also dyed with strange light yellow and iron black colors.

The spiritual warning appeared without warning, and Forsi subconsciously closed the window in front of her.

Then he turned to look elsewhere, walked over quickly, and closed all the doors and windows one by one.

After doing all this, she said in a deep voice:

"This fog gives me a very bad feeling."

Mr. A is in the hall where he is summoning the true Creator to come.

Renekton tilted his head slightly, then raised his hand, followed the guidance of his spiritual intuition, opened a door in mid-air, and then grabbed something like a baby's umbilical cord from it.

It is full of depravity, filth and strong resentment.

Just by holding it in his hand, Renekton felt the sound of babies crying echoing in his ears, tingling his nerves and polluting his mind.

"Is this? Something that belongs to the true Creator?"

Bernadette frowned slightly. The weird umbilical cord in the other person's hand was so sinister that her intuition even prevented her from using her prying eyes to explore it. "Once in Tingen, the true Creator descended upon the umbilical cord of the offspring."

"Under the interference of 0-08, Ince Zangwill lost it and I happened to pick it up accidentally."

Renekton explained softly, and then threw the evil umbilical cord in his hand towards the altar in front of him.

The hidden barrier seemed to not exist in front of it, it penetrated easily and fell straight onto the altar.

hum!

  A sharp buzzing sound suddenly sounded, like pouring a ladle of cold water into scalding hot oil. The breath of the true Creator in the altar shook violently, surrounded by layers of radiance.

"Give your life for the coming of the Lord."

Mr. A's voice suddenly sounded.

Then there was the sound of falling to the ground, and the smell of rotting flesh and blood spread in the hall. Mr. A sacrificed several waiters who stayed here.

Their skin quickly shriveled up and wrapped tightly around their bones, like weathered corpses.

The tall and thin figure of Mr. A stood in front of the altar. He took off the hood he was wearing, revealing his eerily beautiful face.

Then there was flesh and blood squirming on his chest, abdomen, shoulders, and thighs, which looked sticky and disgusting.

The light surrounding him was filled with transparent and illusory figures, filled with numbness, despair, pain, and depressed emotions.

The changes here seem to resonate with the true Creator in a distant and unknown place. The terrifying, majestic, and depraved power is wrapped in an unstoppable will, tearing down layers of barriers and descending here.

Above the entire hall, rays of light penetrated the void, followed the stone pillars, floor, and air covered with symbols and magic signs, and quickly sank into the altar.

The next moment, a figure wearing a black double-breasted gown walked through the wall and broke into the hall.

Klein was stunned for two seconds. He had just escaped from Ince Zangwill with the help of Mr. Azik, and was brought to this obviously evil ritual site by the master key.

Mr. A's pupils were stained with blood, and his cold eyes that contained extreme madness glanced at Klein coldly.

The strange surroundings, the madness displayed by Mr. A, and the ongoing horrific rituals all stimulated Klein's nerves.

The strong sense of crisis left him no time to think too much. Following his instinct, he took out the revolver from his waist and fired continuously.

In his panic, he also threw out a simple brass-colored key.

"No problem." Bernadette whispered with doubt in her voice.

What she meant was that Klein's sudden intrusion and subconscious destructive behavior meant that the entire process was not disturbed by unexpected factors.

Renekton did not listen carefully to Bernadette's words. The master key that contained Mr. Door's curse could not be thrown into the altar.

His figure was instantly transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The statue shattered, and the bright stars rushed forward, rushing out of the secret and isolated space, and intercepted the simple-shaped master key in mid-air.

The stars in the sky began to reunite, and before Renekton's figure could be revealed, an unexpected coincidence appeared.

A magic-breaking bullet with a brass-colored tail just hit the master key trapped by the starlight.

Driven by the bullet, the master key escaped the interception of the starlight and fell towards the cascading light on the altar.

A transparent and illusory book appeared in front of Mr. A, and a chant-like voice was conveyed to everyone present:

  "I came, I saw, I recorded."

The surrounding time seemed to freeze for a moment, and a huge illusory scaleless snake, composed of one huge mercury complex symbol after another, appeared illusoryly in the sky.

This giant snake has dense patterns and symbols on its body, forming wheels that are connected to each other, and there are different signs around each wheel.

Its eyes were bright red and cold, looking down at everything below indifferently.

The next moment, it moved its head, opened its huge scarlet mouth, and bit its tail lightly.

At the moment when the two were connected end to end, it seemed as if countless illusory rivers converged around them, transforming into a vague, unrealistic, slowly rotating giant wheel.

Everything around him seemed to be rewinding, back to before the magic-breaking bullet hit the master key.

The next moment, an invisible giant hand intercepted all the bullets in the air, kneaded them into a ball of iron filings, and then fell straight to the ground.

Renekton's figure reunited from inside the stars, holding the simple master key in his hand, and whispered as if to himself:

  "Can the recorder record the restart of Mercury Snake? Is he really Mr. A?"

"This does not come from a recorded extraordinary ability, but a restart performed by Ourolius himself. Mr. A is just a medium."

Bernadette also walked out of the space isolated by the secret. She looked at Klein with cold eyes, as if she was on guard against any unexpected actions from the other party.

"Well, I can explain, it was just an accident. Really!"

Klein put away the revolver again and spoke in an awkward voice.

(End of this chapter)

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Mr. A in front of the altar has closed his eyes again. He raised his hands in mid-sentence, as if embracing forward with open arms, and chanted loudly in ancient Hermetic language:

  "The Lord who created all;

  Lord behind the curtain of shadow;

The fallen nature of all living things.

Your devout followers pray for your coming;

I am willing to dedicate my body and let it serve as a container to bear your great will! "

Amidst the prayers, a majestic light descended from an unknown place and completely enveloped Mr. A.

The unwilling resentment and long-standing negative emotions that turned into human figures around him rolled inward like a tide, and poured into Mr. A's body along with the light.

Seeing that the ceremony of the arrival of the true Creator entered the final stage, Renekton handed the master key to Klein and said:

  "You get out of here first, you won't be able to see the next scene."

Klein nodded heavily, then turned around and ran out of the hall.

The royal family should be dealing with Triss's escape, the Aurora Society is summoning the True Creator, and what is the Witch Sect doing? Klein felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, and something big seemed to be happening.

From time to time, he used flame jumps to speed up his pace away from here. The master key had been packed and sealed in an iron cigarette box he carried with him.

He didn't even know why he still used the master key just now when he had been tricked so many times.

In the hall, Mr. A's body contained all the light, and the aura on his body had become extremely terrifying.

Behind him, an illusory flowing shadow full of depravity, filth and mutation appeared. Behind this curtain-like shadow, something was about to rush out.

  The illusory shadow gradually solidified, and Mr. A's body was covered, turning into a dark, sticky, and dark "ocean" full of depravity.

The shadows in the hall quickly came to life, and the unyielding resentment and long-standing negative emotions gradually took on substance under the contamination of corruption, filth, mutation and other powers.

At this moment, Mr. A has become the incarnation of the arrival of the true Creator.

While He was still adapting to his body, Renekton recited the Hidden Sage's honorable name in a low voice:

"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;"

"Pray for hidden power."

A magnificent aura descended, and Renekton's eyes reflected the bright starry sky.

The continuous, twinkling starlight isolates the surrounding reality and the spiritual world at the same time, forming an independent world.

A bit like the mysterious reappearance of Utopia I once used, coincidence? Or is this a higher level use of that mysterious reappearance?

  While Renekton was still pondering, Bernadette had already taken out the sage's forehead ornament.

The vertical eyes inlaid with diamonds shine with pure light, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling.

Bernadette put it lightly on her forehead, and the next moment, her body became blurred and decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature.

With the blessing of the Hidden Sage, she was able to fully utilize the power of the Sage's forehead ornament in a short period of time and exert her Sequence 2 strength.

The information flow that Bernadette transformed into did not reassemble into her body, but reflected stars one after another in mid-air, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars shed rays of light one after another, and merged into a magnificent giant pillar of light, covering the entire hall.

Those substantial resentments and negative emotions were quickly dissolved by the starlight, collapsed and dissipated.

The activated shadows in the hall instantly disintegrated into darkness, which in turn infected the radiance scattered in the air.

For a moment, the darkness in the hall reflected each other's bright spots. The indifferent, temperatureless light and the heavy and substantial darkness eroded each other.

Renekton's closed eyes suddenly opened, and bright stars appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, his body disappeared for an instant and turned into a statue made of countless stars. Only the bone staff in his hand remained the same.

The surrounding darkness and bright stars turned a blind eye to him, as if he was a non-existent thing.

Renekton stepped forward easily and stopped only when he was close to the center of the hall. The statue-like body made of bright stars leaned back slightly, and his arms were half-opened, as if embracing the sun.

The next moment, directly above him, a huge ball of pure light wrapped with countless sacred flames appeared out of thin air, and the magnificent, pure and blazing light enveloped the entire hall.

The blazing light was like a sun, instantly covering up the brilliance of stars and melting the darkness spreading upward.

The power of the sun domain causes great harm to the darkness that is full of filth, depravity and mixed negative emotions, and they are constantly being dissolved.

But the darkness that covered everything seemed unaffected, it seemed to be able to swallow even the light. In the very center of this darkness, where Mr. A was standing, a huge cocoon wrapped in pitch black liquid was evaporated by the blazing light, revealing the huge human form inside.

He has three heads. Except for the handsome face on his neck that is somewhat similar to Mr. A, there are two shadowed heads on both sides of the shoulders, one young and one old.

The head in the middle had its eyes and lips tightly closed, with a peaceful expression as if it was waiting for death to come.

The heads on the left and right shoulders are each looking ferocious and crazy. They want to vent their power and madness.

An incredibly beautiful female figure quietly emerged. She closed her eyes tightly, seemingly falling into a deep sleep from which she could never wake up.

This figure gradually overlapped with the incarnation of the true Creator. Uncontrollable sleepiness appeared on Him and he was about to fall into a sleep-like dilemma.

This is the mysterious reappearance of "Sleeping Beauty" at the angelic level. Even the incarnation of the true Creator cannot resist this sleepiness for a short time.

Immediately, another layer of starlight rippled out, washing away pieces of pitch-black debris from the body of the true Creator.

The entire hall began to disintegrate silently under the wash of starlight, turning into pieces, and even the surrounding colors quickly dissipated like evaporation.

The bone staff held in Renekton's hand automatically extended an arm-length spiritual flesh blade from the end. There was also a bit of brass-colored light wandering at the top of the bone staff, as if looking for the most suitable entry point. .

That is a prophetic trait that is exploited in the form of grazing.

As a clone of the True Creator, Sasriel is very skilled in utilizing the characteristics of adjacent pathways.

The next moment, the bone staff in Renekton's hand came out of his hand and sank into the intersection of the three huge heads just below the neck of the huge humanoid in front.

The originally drowsy giant human figure suddenly woke up. His head on his left and right shoulders struggled violently, and the darkness around him suddenly stirred up.

He wanted words to distort reality and create a spiritual effect, but no sound came out.

Before being affected by the turbulent darkness, Renekton's figure disappeared and decomposed into a torrent of information, pouring into the dazzling sun above.

The next moment, pure and clear light burst out from the dazzling sun, illuminating every corner of the surrounding area, turning it into darkness without a trace. At this moment, the surrounding area became a country without darkness.

The streams of information reunited in mid-air to form Bernadette's figure, holding a pale mask with shining metallic luster in her hand.

The mask only has holes for the eyes, and there are no gaps in the rest of the mask.

Bernadette quickly put it on her face, and her body began to die bit by bit, and the aura of decay and decay spread from the inside out.

She raised her right hand slightly and materialized an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol in front of the true Creator. Within this scope, all things and concepts will inevitably come to an end, and even death itself will disappear.

The aura of the incarnation of the true Creator is also decaying little by little, as if he is sprinting towards the end of death.

The two heads on his shoulders also quickly became decayed and mottled. His huge body, which seemed to be composed of shadows, continued to fall into fragments, cracking into gaps, and tiny branches grew out of the gaps. of pale white down.

Then another dark, viscous liquid gushes out, layer after layer, fighting against the erosion of decay and decay.

Renekton, who transformed into an information creature, kept wandering in the dazzling sun he created. He began to adjust this sun to the sun in the mystical and practical senses. The light and heat suddenly increased at this moment.

The incarnation of the true Creator slightly raised his head and raised his arms, as if waiting for death to come.

Sensing the fatal danger, the two heads on his shoulders tried desperately to struggle, but they were unable to take shape under the seal created by the pale death.

This is a tacit cooperation that they have performed countless times before!

  The pure, white, hot, and dazzling sun crashes directly into the incarnation of the true Creator.

The space between the two parties seemed to be distorted, and the sun appeared in front of him in an instant.

The blazing white drowned everything, whether it was radiance or darkness, and there were also little bits of brass-colored glimmer that emerged.

  Under an inexplicable guidance, all the weaknesses in the true Creator were exposed, and all forces launched attacks in the most reasonable, fastest, and least labor-intensive way.

He is constantly being destroyed, disappearing bit by bit.

The areas hidden by the Hidden Sage were all shrouded in dazzling, scorching white.

Suddenly, a torrent of information surged out and rushed out of the hidden area.

In mid-air, Bernadette's body was reconstructed with complex and pure knowledge. Her face was very pale, and she was holding a pale mask with shining metallic luster in her hand.

She stared at the seemingly normal area in front of her, and a purple light flashed in her eyes. In her field of vision, the originally normal area was shrouded in a blazing white light, and everything in that area was rapidly disintegrating. .

(End of this chapter)

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In the area isolated by the Hidden Sage, the blazing white color that overwhelmed everything was fading rapidly.

Feeling that he was almost reaching his limit, Renekton used the last mysterious reappearance, the "Easter" magic that could revive the dead.

A huge phantom of a cross immediately emerged, with scarlet liquid dripping from it. There seemed to be countless cries and prayers echoing in the surrounding void, and the sacred aura filled the air instantly.

On the other side, peas suddenly sprouted out of the ground under Bernadette's feet, turning into thick green vines, carrying Bernadette high into the sky.

The green and thick pea-tenes covered the surrounding area like a torrential rain. They were entangled and intertwined, quickly forming a forest. The layers were stacked up, and the top could not be seen at all.

Within the space created using mystical representation, she holds the Sage's bindi in one hand and the Pale Death in the other.

He closed his eyes quietly, seeming to feel something.

After a moment, she used pale death to shatter the sage's forehead ornament, and little bits of light blue light emerged and began to gather.

She summoned an invisible servant, took the potion ingredients that she had prepared, and handed over the pale death. The invisible servant slowly disappeared into reality with the mask on.

Pieces of materials floated in the air under her control, and were submerged into the glass bottles in an orderly manner. Finally, there were the characteristics of the sage that had just been gathered.

A bottle of the sage's potion with countless patterns and mysterious symbols floating around was completed. Bernadette just stared at it, took the glass bottle, and drank the potion inside.

The potion melted in her mouth, and her consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and then began to rise infinitely, as if she had arrived in a starry sky.

Every twinkling star was made of vast information. She felt that she had also turned into streams of information. She was gradually lost in the complex and vast information around her.

In reality, pitch-black cracks appeared one after another in Bernadette's body, and indifferent eyes without eyelashes grew out of the cracks, eventually disintegrating into countless torrents of information.

In the process of gradually losing herself, the information from herself and the spiritual world established a certain distinctive mark and an extremely strong connection, which allowed her to gradually find herself.

Relying on the connection established between herself and the information from the spiritual world, Bernadette initially stabilized her consciousness, and gradually gathered back the torrent of information that was diverging and fading.

In the underground building where the true Creator descended.

There are no buildings left here, either on the ground or underground, only a huge pit remains.

With the death of the incarnation of the True Creator, the crimson wriggling flesh that inhabited Renekton's body left his body.

As the flesh squirmed, it quickly merged with the surrounding shadows and swelled into a tall, jet-black figure. He gathered all the remaining characteristics and wills around him, and accepted the mysterious reappearance "Easter" used by Renekton.

This made the dark black figure that had just solidified suddenly become blurry, and his voice was a little sleepy as he said:

"I need to sleep for a while to integrate my true will."

"I will continue to stay with you these days."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body turned into a ball of flowing black liquid, which gradually gathered into the shadow at Renekton's feet.

Renekton's eyes flashed. This seemed to be parasitism in the mystical sense.

Withdrawing his gaze, Renekton glanced at the place where Sasriel was standing before. The characteristics he had just recovered were not only from the incarnation of the true creator, but also from his own bone staff that had not been used for long.

Huh~ Forget it, the bone staff was originally given by the true Creator. If it's gone, it's gone. At least it gave me back the prophetic characteristics.

Sighing secretly, Renekton stepped forward, beneath his feet was a barrier made of bright starlight.

As his figure disappeared into the spiritual world, the surrounding bright stars all disintegrated and shattered in a crashing sound, and finally turned into dots of starlight and disappeared.

Not long after Renekton left, the space here was suddenly and violently torn apart.

An old man with a slightly arrogant look walked out.

There were many silver strands in his black hair, and there was no beard on his face. He was floating quietly in the air, as if he was peeping from the traces of the scene.

Immediately, a middle-aged man wearing a large cloak, with black hair and blue eyes, and a majestic temperament tore apart the space in the same way.

He is the founder of the country engraved on Loen's gold list, William Augustus I!

  He glanced at the old man who had arrived before him, and asked in a majestic voice:

"What did you find?"

"Your Majesty, the remaining aura here is too chaotic and has been processed. I can't see much information."

"I only know that the true creator did come to the incarnation, but was killed quickly. The whole process took less than 30 seconds."

The arrogant old man calmed down his arrogance in front of the person he called his majesty, and replied in a slightly solemn tone.

"I leave this matter to you to investigate."

The majestic middle-aged man nodded lightly and said something, then violently tore the space in front of him apart again and left.

The slightly arrogant old man also looked at it for a while and then left quickly.

In the East District, dock area, and factory area, these places are the main outbreak locations of smog.

Those who are old and have hidden diseases are like felled trees, falling one after another in the fog.

People who came into contact with them were also infected with the plague within a short period of time and died quickly. Even adults and children who were still in good health suffered from slight discomfort.

At this time, these light yellow and iron black mist are like the coming "god of death", ruthlessly harvesting one life after another. Cathedral of Holy Winds, Jowood District.

The storms visible to the naked eye quickly gathered and formed here, and then blew up to the east and became unimaginable hurricanes.

Woo! Amidst the howling of the strong wind, the accumulated fog was blown away, and the rich yellow and iron black quickly faded.

Dry branches fell to the ground, and dust and soil rose into the air, disappearing with the mist.

The hats on pedestrians' heads automatically left their heads, and even their bodies could only hold on to trees or walls to barely stand.

The sailors in the dock area seemed to be witnessing a typhoon hitting the port city.

The strong wind swept through the entire Backlund quickly, and the haze in the East District and the factory area became much lighter, and the discomfort of healthy people was finally relieved.

Boom!Boom!

  As if venting his anger, lightning was jumping and thunder was exploding.

They soon subsided and the rain began to wash over the earth.

Destiny happened to be standing at the corner between the two houses, avoiding the violent hurricane just now. Looking at the clearer sky, he murmured:

"Disasters always come in unexpected ways."

"Chaos Walker. Warden of Chaos and Madness"

With a sigh, he walked slowly towards the East District.

Although his influence speeded up the church's response, it did not prevent disaster.

Eastside.

A desperate lady wearing a pure white robe sat in a carriage, leisurely listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass window.

The Church of Storms responded very quickly this time. However, the haze just now has achieved its effect, and my magic potion has almost been digested, although this is just a side benefit.

A light yellow paper figure that was carried by the strong wind and flew here suddenly started to burn in the air.

A mysterious symbol like layers of overlapping doors was outlined in mid-air. The surrounding void swung like water waves, and a "door" was opened.

Renekton stepped out of it, his eyes locked on the despair witch Panatia sitting in the carriage from the beginning.

With the luck of asking for Destiny in advance, I could easily meet her through various coincidences.

The next moment, golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air all around.

These flames exuded the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun. They were so dense that they formed an ocean, completely surrounding the carriage where Panadia was sitting.

A layer of frost spread instantly, extinguishing the surrounding golden flames, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped several degrees.

Several crystals of ice shot out, exuding biting coldness, and instantly penetrated Renekton's body, just like passing through an afterimage, leaving no trace.

"We meet again, Ms. Panatia."

Renekton's figure quietly emerged from the other side and greeted him calmly.

"how did you find me?"

Panatya lifted a few strands of hair and said in a charming voice.

Her movements, expression, and tone were all so natural, as if the brief exchange just now didn't exist at all, exuding her own charm without any scruples.

A touch of light blue quietly appeared in Renekton's eyes, and his reason took over.

"The guidance of fate." Renekton said softly.

"destiny."

The smile on Panatia's lips just rose, and the next moment she was surrounded by more intense light and fire.

The black and golden flames are entangled with each other, sacred and depraved, with a strange sense of beauty. What am I thinking? The charm of a demigod-level witch is terrifying.

Renekton suddenly shook his head. In his rational state, he was quietly affected.

The next moment, he raised his right hand, and the light continued to accumulate in his hand, condensing a spear that was so pure and so white that it seemed to be composed of pure sunlight.

He threw the spear and collided with a sharp and crystal ice spear.

Renekton subconsciously turned his body into pieces of starlight to avoid the splash damage caused by the collision of ice and fire, and he was not sure whether the flames he simulated could compete with the demigod's frost ability.

The expected ice crystals and rising steam did not appear.

The moment they came into contact, they disappeared silently, and they didn't know where they went.

Secret authority! It came so quickly that Renekton's eyes narrowed and he turned to look to his left.

There was a beautiful woman with a dull expression, wearing a hooded classical robe.

(End of this chapter)

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Renekton felt that the hidden angel in front of him seemed to have glanced at him, although his dull expression was not very obvious.

After a slight hesitation, he raised a decent smile on his face and said:

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

The woman with a beautiful and dull face nodded slightly in response, and then turned her gaze to the witch opposite.

Angel! Ms. Despair's pupils shrank slightly, and she could quietly eliminate all the attacks just now. She must be an angel.

Her eyes narrowed, and layers of black flames suddenly burst into flames all over her body. At the same time, she began to create occult viruses and bacteria, spreading diseases and plagues.

This mysterious angel was most likely sent by the Church of the Night to deal with the incident. Only by spreading disaster and diverting the other party's attention could he have a chance to escape.

The expected fire and plague did not appear, and were eliminated quietly.

At this moment, her body trembled strangely, as if something terrible had happened, and she froze in place.

She saw that her left hand was disappearing centimeter by centimeter, and it was spreading upwards very quickly, making it difficult to contain it.

My witch characteristics! My cute dolls and figures! Renekton sighed in his heart, then pulled out a light yellow paper man and quickly shook it out.

It expanded in mid-air into a figure that looked exactly like Renekton, but with cold eyes and no emotion.

He half-raised his right hand and quickly formed an ancient-style spear, with blob after blob and dot after dot of dark red blood burning from the tip to the handle.

In the horrified gaze of Ms. Despair, the spear penetrated directly into her chest, shattering the flesh and blood in her chest and her living heart.

Her eyes were full of fear and despair, her life was quickly fading away, and her expression was frozen in this moment forever.

This is one of the more powerful attacks among the mysterious reappearances mastered by Renekton - the "Lance of Longinus".

Renekton turned to look at the Hidden Angel aside, and said in a slightly pleading voice:

"Can I take away this characteristic of the Witch of Despair?"

The soft, beautiful and dull Secret Angel glanced back at Renekton, without words or movements. His pupils were deep and dark, as if hiding a piece of pure lightless darkness.

"If you can't, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Renekton waved his hand slightly awkwardly, and directly followed his heart's wishes. He lost a witch, and there will be other witches. There is no need to mess with this boss.

"Follow me" an ethereal and sweet female voice that seemed to bring inner peace and tranquility sounded in Renekton's mind.

He looked at the secret angel in front of him in astonishment. He didn't seem to speak, but why did I subconsciously think that this voice belonged to him?

Under Renekton's gaze, he nodded slightly in a very small arc, and the corners of his mouth moved almost imperceptibly.

"Okay, where are we going?" Renekton nodded immediately and took two steps closer.

The dull-looking Hidden Angel in front of him pulled up the hood of his classical robe. Renekton felt the surroundings suddenly become quiet. He seemed to be out of the noisy and chaotic streets and moving forward in a hidden world.

On the outskirts of Queens, on a trackless public carriage.

Triss and Klein sat awkwardly opposite each other. They seemed to have just experienced a brief exchange, and neither one wanted to talk for the time being.

Triss did not head straight for the Tusok River and escape with the current, as others thought, or head to the nearest railroad and climb aboard the train.

She chose to return to Backlund and pass by those who were chasing her.

After leaving the ceremonial hall where he summoned the True Creator, Klein rushed out of the ruins and found that he was in a mountain with towering peaks all around, making the area unusually hidden.

After just a quick glance, he ran all the way without hesitation. Behind him was the incarnation of the true Creator and the battlefield of the two angels. He only needed to run as far as he could.

He didn't even take the mountain road, but relied on the skills brought by the potion to go directly down the slope, sometimes rolling, sometimes swinging with the help of trees.

After running a certain distance, he met the witch Triss who had returned to Backlund. The two looked at each other in confusion.

Perhaps because she had successfully escaped the control of the Witch Sect and the royal family, she was in a good mood. Triss invited the unlucky detective she had chosen to board the carriage and return to Backlund together.

Only in this metropolis, which has a huge population, various hidden forces, and many extraordinary people, can I avoid the Witch Sect's subsequent tracking!

Thinking of this, she looked at Klein vaguely. Moreover, that scary old housekeeper Finkel might appear at any time. Bringing this Mr. Detective, who is also an extraordinary person, might be able to delay some time for me at a critical moment. .

Klein looked at the witch across from him as if he was aware of it, and said in a calm and almost indifferent tone:

  "What are you thinking?"

After hearing this, Triss looked at the detective sitting opposite her, smiled charmingly and said:

"Hey, Mr. Detective, it's safe now, and there are only two of us here. Do you need me to pay you?" "I don't mind letting you experience real pleasure."

"No need." Klein refused concisely.

Triss wanted to tease the detective, but suddenly her head felt dizzy.

When her vision returned to normal, she found that she had left the public carriage with an expression on her face and was standing beside the muddy road in the suburbs. Opposite her was the detective whose eyes had changed from confusion to horror and alertness.

Triss's pupils shrank rapidly and she looked around cautiously.

Then, she saw a figure wearing a classical robe and a hood. Next to her was a young man wearing a long brown trench coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

For some reason, Triss felt like she had returned to her childhood, so weak that she had no power to resist.

There was cold sweat on her forehead, and her legs were shaking violently, but she couldn't move.

So scary. She is the most terrifying enemy I have ever seen. Even the desperate lady before has never given me a similar feeling. Am I going to die here? It's ridiculous, I was just congratulating myself that I was out of control.

A deep sense of despair and uncontrollable sadness occupied Triss's mind, as if she was about to fall into the deepest nightmare.

The violent psychological fluctuations prevented her from noticing that the guarded look on the face of the detective next to her had relaxed.

"Good afternoon, you two. Why don't you say hello?"

Renekton said this to Klein and winked at him.

greet? What's the meaning? Do I need to pretend to be familiar with the other person? I can't make friends with this being with a terrifying aura.

Klein looked at the beautiful but expressionless face. The black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked spirituality. His heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.

Various thoughts swirled in Klein's mind for a second or two, and then he gathered his thoughts. He took off the half-high silk hat on his head, bent slightly across his chest and saluted:

"Good afternoon, ma'am~"

When he straightened his back, he saw the woman with beautiful appearance, but a very dull expression, whose mouth corners slowly moved upwards, revealing a smile.

Smile? .Smiling at me? Klein was stunned for a while. He couldn't understand why this big boss, who didn't know whether he was a saint or an angel, smiled at him.

The next moment, Renekton disappeared together with the beautiful but expressionless female figure.

Both Klein and Triss felt a sense of relief, especially Triss, who almost thought she was dead just now.

  "They're gone."

"Even among those high-ranking witches, I have never felt such terrifying pressure. She may even be Him."

Triss didn't know whether she was talking to herself or talking to the detective next to her.

Everything just now seemed like the most realistic hallucination. When she lowered her head, she was shocked to find that the sapphire ring on the little finger of her left hand had fallen into pieces and lost all its color.

Bang, bang, bang, the rings and the remains of the gems fell one after another.

Klein's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched this scene. Is that terrifying existence targeting this ring that is suspected to be a level 0 sealed object? Maybe this ring is not as simple as it seems, after all, the witch has changed her name to Chic.

In the deserted fields on the outskirts, Finkel, the old butler beside Prince Edsac, was running away quickly.

The hat on his head was long gone, his meticulously groomed gray hair was messy and hanging down, and the clothes on his body were covered with mud.

Huh~ He paused for a moment, panted and looked back, and found that there was no one there, and he felt a little relieved.

When he turned his head and prepared to change direction and continue running away, he found that two figures had appeared in front of him.

A woman wearing a hooded classical robe with a dull and expressionless face was followed by a young man wearing a long brown trench coat and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Is the royal family starting to purge you and preparing to sever ties? Or is the Church of Storms taking action?"

Renekton looked at the old butler Finkel in front of him and groaned.

Finkel's pupils shrank, and he immediately opened his mouth, trying to pronounce an ancient Hermetic word, but was shocked to find that his lips and the sound he made had disappeared, and his expression suddenly became more desperate.

"Has the conqueror characteristics promised by the royal family to the Witch Sect been handed over?"

Renekton asked another question.

Finkel nodded hurriedly. If he could speak, he would tell everything he knew in detail.

It's a pity that this can't change his fate. His whole person is like a pencil drawing on paper, which is erased bit by bit with an eraser, leaving no trace left.

(End of this chapter)

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The pain witch Panatia and the old housekeeper Finkel were both wiped away from the hidden town by the goddess of night. Renekton had no choice but to turn his head and look at the hidden angel descended from the goddess next to him.

Taking a deep breath, Renekton asked slightly uneasily:

"Um, do you know the whereabouts of the conqueror's characteristics? The royal family? Or has it been handed over to the Witch Cult?"

He was a little unsure about the attitude of the goddess of the night. He could only hope that the other party would do it so cleanly, and she must already know the whereabouts of the conqueror's characteristics.

The hidden angel in front of him had no movements or words, and his dull expression did not change at all. It seemed that this angel's body did not know these expressions at all, and was just an empty shell.

After a slight delay, He made a subtle nod action, and then disappeared the two figures from the real world again.

In a secret manor on the outskirts of the Western District.

Renekton followed the Hidden Angel and left the Hidden World. The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and something in this area seemed to be changing silently.

He shook his shoulders slightly. At that moment, a chill arose in his heart for no reason, as if he was surrounded by misfortune and fear.

The next moment, a bright red figure appeared in a glass mirror hanging on the wall.

She wears an exaggerated and complicated red dress, but always exposes her snow-white skin in just the right places, outlining her graceful figure. Her fiery red hair is casually scattered behind her, and her facial features are excellent, giving her a heroic feeling.

She wore a necklace made of gemstones of different colors around her neck, and held a strange crown covered in rust and blood and sealed in transparent crystal in her hands.

She looked slightly dazed and fell out of the mirror world.

She came back to her senses the next moment, raised her eyes in shock, and her eyes fell firmly on the hidden angel in front of Renekton.

With almost no hesitation, she took a step back, trying to re-enter the mirror world. But she failed!

  She turned her head in shock. The mirror behind her disappeared silently at some point, and the surrounding environment was also terrifyingly silent.

Renekton frowned and looked at the witch with the conqueror's characteristics. He always felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

While thinking, he glanced at the front of him. It was empty, right? What about the Hidden Angel?

  He controlled his expression and looked at the empty place in front of him on his left hand side, as if no one had ever stopped.

Is the descent of God reaching its limit? Or maybe he felt that this was enough. After pondering for a while, Renekton focused his attention on the witch opposite again.

The other party had a sullen face and seemed to have no expression at all.

Quietly, Renekton entered a state of absolute rationality and spoke in a low voice:

"Don't try. This is a hidden world. It's not connected to the mirror world. You can't get out."

"In the hidden world, was that angel from the Church of Darkness just now? He seems to have left you here, what? Have you ever offended Him?"

After just a moment of pondering, the witch quickly adjusted her expression, using words to test while spreading occult viruses and bacteria in this hidden world.

Renekton lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly. The next moment he raised his head again, a light blue fluorescence reflected in his eyes.

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

The next moment, pure and clear light burst out around him, illuminating every corner around him, even extremely small viruses and bacteria were no exception.

The surroundings seemed to have entered a country without darkness, and the viruses and bacteria in the air began to be quickly restricted and purified.

"Children are quite cautious!"

The red-haired witch sighed, but did not stop Renekton's movements. She was still wary of the angel who suddenly pulled her into the hidden world and then disappeared suddenly.

"Your red hair, as bright as fire, is a bit dazzling. Did you jump from the hunter path to the witch path?"

"Is it because the team for the Iron-Blooded Knight promotion ceremony is too difficult to lead, so I chose the witch?"

Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. He had already remembered why the other person looked familiar. She looked a bit like Thea. He even doubted whether they were blood relatives.

The expression on the face of the witch in front of her froze slightly, then slowed down and said

"There's a sequence in the Hunter pathway called Provocateur, and I think it's a good fit for you."

"Thank you for the compliment. Is your surname Sauron or Einhorn?"

Renekton looked very polite and said with a smile on his face.

The expression on the red-haired witch's face froze again. She reached out and brushed her chin, inadvertently touching the necklace made of gems of different colors around her neck. She seemed to be thinking about whether to kill the guy in front of her who repeatedly provoked her.

Immediately, she no longer concealed her malice, her voice was still charming, but full of killing intent:

"Although I don't know what the secret angel means, it's not particularly difficult for me to kill you here."

The hunter-promoted witch seems to be more attractive, especially to men. She knows your body even better than you do yourself. What am I thinking, calm down and be sensible.

  "A big shot wants the conqueror's characteristics in your hand. He entrusted me to get them. I think you won't mind, right?"

Relying on the reader's rationality, Renekton regained his thoughts and spoke in a calm voice.

"Big shot? Why don't you let Him get it himself?"

Although the witch in front of her was confused about how Renekton knew the characteristics of the conqueror, this did not prevent her from refusing.

Renekton closed his eyes slightly, raised the corner of his mouth with a happy arc and said:

  "He said, there is no problem!" The secret angel did not leave. The witch's pupils shrank slightly, and layers of blazing black-red flames suddenly shot up around her. Her red hair was fluttering, and the fire around her Reflect each other.

The surrounding occult viruses and bacteria surged again, directly breaking through the suppression of the Darkless Realm.

A shadow covered with dark viscous liquid suddenly rose from the ground. He unfolded the layers of dark wings behind him, and darkness and corruption quickly spread.

There is a dark, sticky "ocean" faintly floating around, full of the aura of depravity.

"Angel! Are you a member of the Aurora Society, a favored one of the True Creator?"

"The Witch Sect and the Aurora Society are still cooperating, are you going to take action against your allies now?"

The red-haired witch's voice was filled with shock and surprise. How did a beloved of the true Creator sneak into the Church of the Night? And how did he know the information about the conqueror's characteristics?

  "Allies? We are not allies."

"Moreover, isn't the so-called cooperation in your mouth just to allow us, the Aurora Society, to confuse your vision and cover up the things you have done?"

"Hand over your conqueror characteristics. I didn't even ask for your immortal witch characteristics. It's already a great honor to Chike."

Renekton imitated Mr. A's extremely crazy tone and expression, constantly oppressing the opponent's psychological defense.

Coupled with the projection of Sasril, who has the personality and aura of an angel, the face of the red-haired witch opposite is constantly changing, becoming more and more ugly.

"Oh, do you think I will believe what you say? A saint-level characteristic is right in front of you. Will you refuse?"

"Since you have broken the covenant"

The next moment, her body was torn to pieces by an invisible force. This room, this manor, and this corner of the hidden world were all torn apart.

  The hidden effect was destroyed, and this hidden world suddenly disappeared.

In the real world, in the intact manor, there are mirror fragments on the floor in front of Renekton, as well as a strange crown covered with rust and blood.

"An angel who knows he is on the Hanged Man Path still dares to talk nonsense. This witch must have become a witch because she could no longer survive on the Hunter Path."

Renekton whispered, the projection of Sasriel just now was prepared before he fell asleep.

Then he took two steps forward, picked up the characteristics of the conqueror, and then stepped into the spiritual world and left the manor.

In the West District, in a luxuriously decorated bedroom, the surface of a full-length mirror suddenly became dark, with blurred and illusory light and shadow emerging from it, like layers of mirror fragments.

They rotate and gather in the room, eventually splicing together a graceful female figure.

After a burst of light and shadow, the torn red-haired witch reappeared. Her face was a little pale, and her right hand brushed the gem necklace around her neck. After a layer of shimmer that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, her condition quickly improved. .

She looked out the window. Most of the thick fog had been blown away by the previous strong wind, and the rare sunshine appeared outside.

"Why do Aurora have angels in Backlund, and how do they know about our deal with the Loen royal family."

"I have lost the characteristics of the conqueror, and there is no way I can explain it to the sect."

Queens, inside Red Rose Manor.

Prince Edsac sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a revolver in his hand and pressing it against his temple. There was a bullet in it that could annihilate the spirit body.

He turned back and looked nostalgically at the golf course outside and the horses walking, etching the scene of this manor in his mind.

boom!

  He pulled the trigger.

In the South District of Bridge, in an empty room.

Forsi took Xio with him and arranged the prepared materials into a ceremony according to the instructions in Renekton's letter.

Then she took two steps back, closed her eyes and meditated, sketching an image of a ring full of gears and chains in her mind.

The spirituality on his body rippled like water waves, and a incomplete ring composed of gears and chains emerged behind him.

She spread her spirituality to the brass-colored ring behind her, and her consciousness seemed to have a wonderful connection with somewhere deep in the spiritual world.

Then she began to chant in a low voice in ancient Hermes:

"The dependent of knowledge and wisdom, the ancient guardian, the eyes that see the world, the wise man sitting in the sky, the guardian of reason and knowledge."

"I pray to you;"

"Pray for the arrival of the noble one who can heal sickness and pain."

The candle flames swayed fiercely, and the spiritual energy turned into little fluorescent lights that began to gather and merge with the information coming from the depths of the spiritual world.

As the light shone, a unicorn with a white body, a crystal-like spiral horn on its head, and wings made of tiny chips appeared on its back.

It cried, then like a ghost, walked through the wall and rushed out of the room.

Sprinkle layers of warm, purifying, healing light in the air to treat those around you who are infected with the virus but have not yet died.

(End of this chapter)

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