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 Chapter 166 Now is the time for fun.

  Klein was running towards the bridge. The loud noise behind him made him look sideways.

  The shadow in front of him suddenly moved. Renekton covered his chest with one hand and walked out of the shadow.

  "Ahem! Ahem~"

  "It's okay. The noise just now attracted the Nighthawks and the Punishers. The witch didn't dare to catch up. Ahem~"

  "Huh~" Klein breathed a sigh of relief and resisted the urge to sneeze.

  He stopped and looked at Renekton with concern and asked,

  "Are you okay? Was that a witch just now? What sequence?"

  "Two cute little boys, my name is Panatia, remember your sister's name well!"

  A lazy and charming voice sounded at the side.

  Klein was so alert that he was almost deformed by the talisman he was holding in his hand.

  "Snap!" Renekton snapped his fingers.

  A golden illusory flame, carrying the sacred breath of the sun, ignited on the glass window of a house in the distance. The glass window exploded instantly, and the glass fragments showed signs of melting under the high temperature of the flame.

  "Cough! Cough~"

  Holding back the burning sensation in his lungs, he walked a few steps to Klein and put his hand on his shoulder.

  The shadows around him quickly squirmed, as if they were alive, completely submerging the figures of the two people and a crow, and then disappeared on the spot.

  Then a strong wind blew towards this side, sweeping away without stopping.

  Using the shadow as a springboard, Renekton took Klein and a crow and quickly moved away from Wildy Street. It was not

  until there was no more whimpering wind around that he stepped into the spirit world and returned to Minsk Street in the Cherwood District.

  "Huh~ The response of the Storm Church this time was a bit unexpectedly fast."

  Renekton said with some emotion while lying on the sofa in Klein's living room.

  Klein nodded in agreement:

  "Maybe she's been provoked too many times recently!"

  "Is that witch named Panatia a demigod?"

  This was Klein's guess. Even if the witch made an ordinary move or said something casually, it was full of strong charm.

  More importantly, he felt that Al seemed to be unable to beat the other party, so he asked him to escape at the beginning. Of course, it could also be that he couldn't beat the other party with him.

  Renekton nodded slightly:

  "Sequence 4 Despair Witch."

  "With despair as the core, it can create occult viruses and bacteria, spread large-scale plagues, and create various man-made disasters."

  Klein's face tensed for a moment. He remembered that Al was coughing when they first met:

  "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the Harvest Church? Do you need treatment?"

  Klein thought that the other party had a good relationship with the Church of the Earth. He wanted to say that he needed to go to the Harvest Church to find a priest for treatment, but then he remembered that the priest in Backlund was a Beyonder of the Warrior Path, and swallowed the rest of the words back.

  Renekton waved his hand and said,

  "Although the Dawn Knight has a certain purification ability, it is not as good as the solar domain spell I cast myself."

  "I have already cleared all the viruses infected in us when I was performing the shadow jump just now."

  "We?" Klein was stunned for a moment. He thought he was not infected, at least he didn't notice it.

  "The Witch of Despair located our position through the mystical connection between her and the virus she spread, and then sent us that message."

  After explaining, Renekton stood up and prepared to go back. As soon as he took a step, he turned his head and said to Klein,

  "Go to bed early. The witch won't chase you. You don't have to worry about waking up tomorrow morning with a delicate beauty in your arms."

  Before Klein's face darkened, Renekton took the crow and stepped into the spirit world and disappeared in the living room.

  Klein sighed and sat on the sofa, recalling the outrageous experience tonight:

  Is the witch at the demigod level the danger pointed out by the second divination? Why wouldn't I be in this danger if I went alone? Is it because I can't detect the witch passing by in the mirror world?

  It's really outrageous! A witch was provoked inexplicably, and both sides tacitly accepted that the other party was an enemy without knowing what was going on.

  However, the reason for shuttling in the shadows was not to avoid the Punisher from the Storm Church, but to fight with the witch and take the opportunity to clean up the virus in our bodies.

  Klein felt that his friend was quite careful in doing things, but he was also very good at causing trouble. What was originally a simple investigation turned into a direct encounter with a desperate witch.

  "In the end, there was no chance to explore the things behind the master key!"

  Klein took the master key out of his pocket. He had decided to throw the key into the pile of debris above the gray fog and would not use it easily again.

  In the Hillston District, in a luxuriously decorated room, a full-length mirror was rippling like water light, and Panatia, wearing a pure white and simple robe, walked out of the mirror.

  The hair that was originally loosely tied up had fallen, and the pure white and simple robe on her body also had some burn marks.     This made Panatia, who already had a beautiful appearance and temperament, more charming and seductive.

  "A strange astrologer, with a strange fortune teller, what an interesting combination."

  Panatia approached the dressing table, looked at her image in the mirror, smiled, and whispered softly.

  She tied up her long hair again, and then raised her hand to tear off the robe with traces of burning on her body, not caring about her sudden exposure.

  The robe ignited black flames in her hand, and only a few ashes were left.

  The door was opened from the outside, and a man wearing a double-breasted long dress, dark gold hair, a high nose bridge, and facial features like a classical sculpture walked in.

  Panatia, who was naked, didn't care about the man's sudden intrusion, but turned around and looked at him with a smile.

  Ince Zangwill closed the door casually, took a few steps closer to Panatia, and took off his clothes one by one.

  "I saw your name on 0-08."

  "Shh~"

  Panatia gently put her finger on Ince Zangwill's lips, blocking the rest of his words, and chuckled:

  "Now is joy time."

  Tuesday morning, after Renekton woke up, Bugs Bunny handed him breakfast and today's newspaper, Renekton took it and put it on the dining table. Renekton

  picked up a Tussock Daily, he was a little curious about how the incident last night ended.

  Unfolding today's newspaper, today's headline is particularly eye-catching:

  Last night, at No. 32 Wildy Street in the South Bridge District, a gas explosion occurred, affecting several houses nearby, and no casualties were reported.

  "There is no murderer or suspect, and the problem is directly attributed to the gas explosion. Is it because the recent serial murders have made Backlund panic?"

  "If the gas could speak, it would definitely say that it is more wronged than Dou E!"

  Backlund, or the whole world, gas explosions are a common excuse used by major churches and kingdoms.

  Renekton took the milk on the table and took a sip, then looked through other information for a while.

  "Knock! Knock!"

  As soon as the knock on the door sounded, the door opened automatically.

  Klein walked in, glanced at Renekton who was still eating breakfast, and sighed in his heart that people who don't have to work have plenty of sleep time.

  He walked to the opposite side of the dining table, dragged a chair and sat down, and then said:

  "I'm here to invite you to go to the Kingdom Museum to visit today's 'Roselle Memorial Exhibition'."

  "No problem."

  Nodding slightly, Renekton silently sped up his breakfast.

  Originally, Renekton had planned to see today's Roselle Memorial Exhibition. Not to mention anything else, there was also a Blasphemy Card there, although it was not one of the ones he needed.

  After breakfast, Renekton packed up and went out with Klein.

  On King's Avenue in the West District, a long line had already formed in front of the Kingdom Museum.

  Looking at the crowded crowd in front, Renekton sighed helplessly:

  "Roselle is really popular!"

  "Indeed."

  Klein nodded in approval.

  It was not until about ten o'clock that Renekton and Klein followed the team to the entrance of the Kingdom Museum.

  Following the people in front, they walked into the museum step by step.

  The crowd in the museum gradually dispersed, and it seemed less crowded.

  Renekton did not follow Klein, nor did he pay attention to the explanation of the tour guide. He walked in the museum on his own.

  He walked through the crowd easily, his eyes passing over each of Roselle's inventions.

  Passing by an exhibition hall, Renekton saw that there was a flush toilet used by Roselle on display. Well, the surface was coated with a layer of gold foil and carved with complicated and exaggerated patterns.

  "I wonder what Roselle would think when he saw this scene!"

  Sighing in his heart, Renekton decided to use magic to preserve all these pictures after returning, as a first meeting gift to Roselle in the future.

  There are also some of Roselle's early diaries in this exhibition hall. Of course, as the organizer, the Steam Church cannot distinguish the order of these diaries.Chapter 167 Card of Blasphemy

  Renekton stayed in an exhibition hall called "Warm Roselle" for a while. Compared with the various inventions or daily necessities outside, some small games and toys here attracted his attention more.

  "What are you looking at through these toys?"

  A mature female voice sounded beside him.

  Renekton turned his head in surprise, and then he noticed Bernadette who appeared in this exhibition hall at some point.

  She was wearing a girlish yellow cake dress and a somewhat old-fashioned black soft hat. The fine tulle hung down, covering her face.

  Bernadette's action of covering her face was not surprising. After all, she was Roselle's eldest daughter, and this was the home ground of the Steam Church, so she was easily recognized.

  He nodded slightly to Bernadette who was walking beside him,

  "I don't know if it's a long memory if I think of it for a moment."

  Then he pretended to be casual and said,

  "Madam, are you reminiscing about your childhood here?"

  Bernadette's eyes darkened, and when Renekton thought she was going to get angry, she restrained all her emotions, turned her head to look at the building blocks and toys isolated by the transparent glass cover, and said in a calm tone,

  "No! My memory of the past is not yet to the point where I need to look at these things to recall."

  Renekton stood there and waited for a while, but Bernadette had no intention of continuing to speak.

  "Madam, if there is nothing else, I will go to other exhibition halls first."

  Renekton saluted slightly to Bernadette, but Bernadette did not turn around or speak, so Renekton turned around and went to the next exhibition hall.

  Renekton was here soon, and Klein, who followed the crowd here, also noticed Bernadette standing quietly in front of the display case with toys.

  However, seeing that she was absorbed in watching, Klein did not intend to disturb her.

  Renekton stayed in the restored Roselle study. On the desk in the center, there were some books and manuscripts.

  Renekton stood here quietly. The Blasphemy Card was right in front of him. Renekton had already seen the picture of Roselle wearing the emperor's clothes sandwiched in the manuscript.

  Renekton stayed here for a long time, but did not find a suitable opportunity to take out the bookmark. There were too many people here, and there were also many Beyonders on guard.

  More importantly, Bernadette was also here. It was difficult for Renekton to ensure that he would not be noticed by Bernadette if he quietly took the bookmark.

  "What are you looking at?"

  Klein had followed the flow of people to this exhibition hall. He saw Renekton standing in front of the desk and greeted him curiously.

  "Roselle's manuscript and a small bookmark."

  Renekton turned his head and glanced at Klein who was approaching. He mentioned it briefly, but he didn't know if Klein could react.

  Klein looked at the bookmark suspiciously and did not find anything unusual.

  Uneasy, Klein secretly opened his spiritual vision again, but still did not find anything unusual.

  "Why did you mention that bookmark separately?" Klein turned his head and asked.

  But he found that Renekton had already walked away.

  Unable to get an answer from the other party, Klein had to continue to refer to this exhibition hall. When looking at the books around him, Klein found that many books had bookmarks.

  Klein suddenly thought of something:

  Roselle had disguised a blasphemous card as a bookmark and sandwiched it in a book!

  "Could it be the one in the manuscript just now? No, how did Al know? He also saw the page of Emperor Roselle's diary?"

  Klein had many doubts in his heart, and he looked at all the books on the desk again.

  Finally, his eyes were fixed on the manuscript that Renekton had just stared at:

  "It is likely to be the bookmark in these manuscripts!"

  Klein had no intention of visiting the next exhibition hall. He had been thinking about how to verify whether the bookmark was the blasphemous card, and if so, how to get it.

  After touring the entire exhibition hall, Renekton prepared to leave the Kingdom Museum and wait for Klein outside, and find a restaurant to solve the problem of lunch.

  When he walked to the gate of the Kingdom Museum, he saw a security guard with neatly combed hair and wearing a monocle.

  Renekton almost threw a ball of light fire reflexively to burn and purify the other party. The

  reason why he resisted the urge to attack was because he saw that the monocle should be a sealed object, not the unique one that Amon was wearing.

  The security guard wearing a monocle noticed Renekton's gaze and his somewhat intense reaction just now. He locked his eyes with Renekton and quickly walked over:

  "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

  "No." Renekton shook his head slightly, then changed the subject in a joking tone:

  "Does a university professor need a part-time job here as a security guard? Or, are you actually a fan of Emperor Roselle?"

  The security guard, who was as gentle and refined as a university professor, looked at Renekton carefully, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he said with a smile:

  "No, to be precise, university professor is my part-time job, but I am indeed a fan of Emperor Roselle."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that the other party was really a university professor, but when he thought that the other party was a Beyonder of the Church of Steam disguised as a security guard, it was not too strange.     Renekton smiled appropriately and exclaimed,

  "Really? This is really surprising!"

  The security guard disguised as a Beyonder of the Church of Steam nodded slightly, said something, and returned to his post.

  Renekton did not linger and left the Kingdom Museum in a hurry.

  Although he knew that the other party was not Amon's clone, he still felt uncomfortable seeing someone wearing a monocle. Renekton kept thinking about smashing the monocle he was wearing.

  After waiting outside the Kingdom Museum for more than 20 minutes, Klein finally came out. Renekton

  glanced at him, and when Klein walked to his side, he turned around and walked to the other side of the street.

  After walking a distance and there were fewer people around, Renekton raised his eyebrows and said to Klein with a wink,

  "You went to the bathroom again?"

  Klein's face darkened. He suspected that the other party was mocking him for his poor kidneys, but he couldn't say the reason for going to the bathroom, so he could only bite the bullet and hum.

  Then he quickly changed the subject:

  "What's the problem with the bookmark in the manuscript?"

  "A luxurious bookmark!"

  Renekton said in an uncertain tone. Anyway, judging from Klein's expression, he had already asked Miss Justice to confirm it, so there was no need for him to tell him.

  "Luxury?"

  Klein was stunned for a moment. That bookmark had nothing to do with luxury.

  But then he thought, if that bookmark was really a card of blasphemy, it would be quite luxurious to use it as a bookmark.

  After thinking for a moment, Klein continued to ask:

  "Then why didn't you take it secretly? With your ability, you should be able to do it."

  "What do you mean with my ability? I'm not a thief, and Bernadette is there. Will she steal the bookmark after I take it?"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and refuted Klein's words.

  "Would Bernadette do such a thing?"

  "Why not?"

  They found a high-end restaurant in the West District that looked pretty good, and Renekton treated them to another big meal with the poor Klein.

  Sitting by the window on the third floor, after having a good meal and a few drinks, Klein leaned back in his chair and said,

  "Are you going to get the bookmark tonight?"

  "I'm not going to get it." Renekton shook his head, and in Klein's surprised eyes, he smacked his lips and said,

  "Aren't you going to steal the bookmark? Come on! I'll wait for you outside."

  Klein rolled his eyes at Renekton and said,

  "You're watching the show outside!"

  "You'll be very grateful that I'm watching the show from the side."

  Renekton said something ambiguous.

  Klein raised his eyebrows imitating Renekton's movements, and then said,

  "Unfortunately, I didn't intend to steal the bookmark either. I'm just a little Sequence Seven. You think too highly of me."

  "Yeah." Renekton nodded without comment, without exposing him.

  After getting up to pay the bill, the two returned to Minsk Street. After Renekton returned to his rented house, he immersed himself in the study of the secret arts.

  Klein waited for news from Miss Justice while preparing to steal the bookmark from the museum later.

  In the evening, Klein heard Miss Justice's prayers.

  He quickly came to the gray fog and responded to Miss Justice's prayers. After learning from her that the bookmark in Roselle's manuscript had an abnormal reaction, Klein was more certain that the bookmark was the Blasphemy Card.

  "Miss Justice is so efficient! She completed the task that I just finished at noon in the evening."

  Klein sighed and left the space above the gray fog.

  He took out all the magical items, spells, and scrolls that he could use and began to prepare for the action in the evening.

  Roselle's memorial exhibition had a time limit, and he had to complete the action within two days. Al should have discovered the problem with the bookmark, so Klein wanted to get the Blasphemy Card before him. Chapter 168 Action

  No. 2, King's Avenue, Kingdom Museum, the shadow of a house not far away moved, and Renekton stepped out of it.

  Then he took out a rough-cut paper man from his arms, stretched out his finger and drew a symbol of concealment on the paper.

  A dark light appeared on the rough paper man, and then it flashed away, and then the paper man's presence seemed to be reduced to the extreme.

  Then he threw it lightly, and the paper man was sent into the spirit world, and then floated towards a coordinate that had been set long ago.

  After arriving at the place, the paper man fell from the spirit world again, just landing on the manuscript of Die Rossel.

  This is a coordinate left by Renekton when he visited in the morning. The coordinate information Renekton left in the spirit world area corresponding to this exhibition hall, so it was not discovered and cleared by the security personnel here.

  As soon as the paper man fell, it seemed to come alive, shook his hands and feet twice, and then slowly stood up.

  This is just an ordinary paper man, which cannot bear too many spells, so it cannot condense a figure through illusion.

  The symbol of the Eye of Secrets on the paper man was vividly flowing with purple halos, strangely like a real eye.

  Under Renekton's control, the little paper man shook his head twice, raised his hands and legs, as if he was adapting to the body of this paper man.

  The truth was that Renekton thought it was fun to control the little paper man from the first perspective, and couldn't help playing with it for a while. After moving his body, the little paper man calmly jumped off the manuscript, then turned around and prepared to take out the bookmark in the manuscript.   The figure of a lady appeared in the field of vision as

  the little paper man turned around.   She was wearing a women's shirt with a lace flower bow tie, a knee-length gray skirt and a pair of long leather boots, and a soft hat with fine black gauze hanging down.   The little paper man seemed to be frightened and took a few steps back, but he didn't pay attention to the distance between himself and the edge of the table and almost fell off the desk.   "Are you surprised to see me like this?"   Bernadette's voice rang out in the silent exhibition hall.   The little paper man didn't answer Bernadette's question, but looked around curiously.   The ability of the eye of mystery grafted on the paper man is limited, and Renekton can't see too many things. He can only vaguely perceive that the space here is divided to a certain extent.   Bernadette calmly watched the little paper man shaking his head in front of her, waiting for the other party's answer.   The little paper man scratched his head in distress, as if struggling with what excuse to use.   "You are too obsessed with playing the paper man, and even your personality has been affected?"   Bernadette said with the same tone.   "Of course not, it's just that it's interesting to slow down your role and perspective occasionally."   Renekton answered honestly.   Bernadette narrowed her eyes slightly and said a word made up of Intis language:   "Role playing?"   "It's a very appropriate description."   Renekton controlled the little paper man to nod continuously, as if he didn't hear the temptation in Bernadette's words.   Bernadette, who had been watching the little paper man's every move, tilted her head and looked downstairs.   The little paper man also took a look, and then said in a tone of watching the fun:   "A thief has come!"   Then, holding up the opened manuscript, the little paper man jumped back onto the manuscript.   "Aren't you a thief?"   Bernadette didn't care about the little paper man's movements. In front of her eyes, a small paper man couldn't make any waves.   "Well, aren't you the same?"   The little paper man tilted his neck and looked at Bernadette.   Then, it seemed that he felt that the posture of looking up at the other person was too tiring, so he simply lay on Roselle's manuscript.   "Me?" Bernadette said without comment, but didn't finish her words.   It was impossible to take the Blasphemy Card in front of Bernadette. It could only depend on Klein's next operation.   The goal could not be achieved, so Renekton simply controlled the little paper man to ask the question he was more curious about:   "Did you establish the Dawn of Elements to fight against Moss Asceticism with the support and willingness of steam?"   "Why do you have such an idea?"   Bernard looked at the little paper man with a serious look.   The little paper man crossed his legs and said,   "Some guesses." "   The confrontation between the Dawn of Elements and the Moss Ascetic Society may be due to your different philosophies, but as the earliest secret organization in the Fourth Epoch, you have achieved your current success so quickly, so you must have the support of other forces, and the most suspicious one is Steam."   Bernadette's expression changed slightly, and soon returned to calm.   Her calm gaze on the little paper man surprised Renekton, who was hiding in a shadow outside the Kingdom Museum. He felt that the other party's gaze had seen him through the obstruction and cover.   "Do you think the Hidden Sage can beat Steam?"   

  Bernadette finally said only this.

  Then she stared closely at the little paper man and Renekton behind him.

  Renekton manipulated the little paper man to act as a riddler:

  "Steam's luck is good, or too good, but all the gifts given by fate have already been secretly marked with a price!"

  Bernadette's brows gradually frowned, and her eyes became more solemn:

  "What do you know?"

  The little paper man turned over and didn't say anything. Klein had already arrived, and a nearly invisible and vague human face suddenly appeared on the ceiling above his head.

  The strange face looked down at the exhibition hall, and didn't see Bernadette and the little paper man talking below at all, as if the two were not in the same time and space.

  Klein's spirit body quickly fell down, and at the same time stretched out his two hands to take different bookmarks. One of his hands was holding the bookmark in the Roselle manuscript where the little paper man was.

  Klein's actions naturally could not be hidden from Bernadette, so Renekton had to manipulate the little paper man to say something to attract Bernadette's attention, at least to let Klein's spirit touch the blasphemous card.

  "The end of the world is coming, and all people and non-humans must make final preparations, and the gods are no exception."

  "Wow! Wow! Wow!"

  The shrill cry of a baby suddenly sounded, echoing in the exhibition hall.

  The little paper man was instantly covered with cracks one after another, and Renekton's control over the little paper man became intermittent, as if he would lose contact at any time.

  Klein, who was in the spirit state, seemed to be frozen and could not make any movements.

  Black cracks split in the void, and bloodshot eyeballs drilled out.

  With the appearance of these eyeballs, everything around solidified, and even the illusory spirit could not penetrate.

  "Why did you only take the bookmark?"

  Bernadette stared at Klein's spirit quietly and emotionlessly.

  It seemed that if she did not give a satisfactory answer, the fragile spirit in front of her could be torn to pieces at any time.

  Snap!

  Outside the Kingdom Museum, Renekton, who was hiding in a shadow, snapped his fingers.

  In the exhibition hall, a small paper man covered with cracks suddenly burst into flames and exploded before Bernadette threw it out.

  But it did not cause much fluctuation. The self-explosion of the small paper man was led into the spirit world by Bernadette, leaving only a little golden flame shining for a moment.

  Klein's spirit seized this opportunity and returned to the gray fog with the two bookmarks that had just been wrapped in the spirit.

  The illusory and almost transparent spirit disappeared from Bernadette's sight in an instant.

  Bernadette's eyes had no emotion, but she just quietly stared at the place where Renekton's kid exploded.

  Before the members of the Mechanical Heart came to check, Bernadette's figure disappeared in the exhibition hall.

  Outside the Kingdom Museum, the shadow where Renekton was hiding squirmed for a while, and then returned to calm, but there was no one there.

  By wandering in the shadows, Renekton quickly moved away from the Kingdom Avenue.

  Then he emerged from the shadows, glanced at the crimson moon above his head, and sighed helplessly:

  "Bernadette will probably think that I am in the same group with that strange spirit!"

  "Klein took the Blasphemy Card, but Bernadette's attention fell on me."

  Renekton shook his head helplessly. He knew that Bernadette would appear in the museum, but he didn't expect that he would appear in front of her when he went there.

  "Maybe she had foreseen this scene!"

  "She is a real prophet!"

  Renekton muttered in a low voice and walked aimlessly on the empty street.

  He made a divination for Klein's position, but found that Klein was moving.

  Tsk~ I don't know if Klein can meet me. I'm waiting for him to come to my door so that I can teleport over and collect his characteristics! Renekton

  stepped into the spirit world and quickly chased Klein's direction.

  In a house somewhere, Klein held a yellow crystal pendant in one hand and a master key in the other.

  Every time he touched a door, he had to do a divination before deciding whether to enter.

  At the same time, he had to constantly use divination to identify the direction to ensure that he would not get lost and return to the Kingdom Library.

  Klein placed the ancient master key against the wall and twisted it gently, and invisible water waves rippled.

  He did not enter immediately, but first took the yellow crystal pendant in his hand and prepared to do a divination.

  This was the sequelae of being tricked by the master key several times.

  If it were not for the purpose of minimizing his suspicion and preventing the mechanical heart from tracking him down through the investigation of people traveling at night, Klein would not want to use this magical item with outrageous side effects.. Chapter 169 Demon Dog

  Renekton, who was chasing Klein through the spirit world, was suddenly inspired and followed his intuition to walk out of the spirit world.

  Klein, who was still closing his eyes to divine the door opened by the master key, opened his eyes and turned to look at the person who appeared beside him.

  Klein said in a surprised tone:

  "Why are you here?"

  Renekton, who had just walked out of the spirit world, raised his eyes and glanced at the "door" in front of him. His peeping eyes kept looking around to find the other side of the "door".

  "Come and kill that demon." Reekton responded softly and stepped into the spirit world again.

  In a living room decorated in bright yellow, a female corpse with an empty abdomen lay on the ground.

  There was also a large black dog next to it. It paused for a moment while swallowing its internal organs and felt a strong sense of crisis.

  The demon's malicious perception made it feel that the deadly danger was approaching. The demon dog put down the uneaten internal organs without hesitation and ran out quickly.

  There was not even time to carefully look for the source of the danger. It only knew that the danger was approaching from the spirit world.

  Stars emerged one after another, casting streaks of starlight, which miraculously formed a transparent and dazzling barrier.

  This living room was isolated from the outside world, and even the influence of the spirit world on this place was greatly reduced.

  On the other side, he was still hesitating whether to go through the "door" he opened on the wall. The next moment, he found a layer of starlight spreading on the other side of the "door", blocking the door.

  "It seems that there is really danger on the other side, but Al came too timely, right?"

  "It feels like he is using me to fish!"

  Klein smacked his lips, and he felt that his guess was probably correct.

  Putting away the master key, Klein was not going to use this magical item again.

  Klein walked to the window, threw a match out, and then snapped his fingers.

  "Pop!" With a sound, two flames ignited from Klein's pocket and the match outside.

  Klein's figure was quickly wrapped in flames and then disappeared. Then the flames on the match thrown outside suddenly jumped up, and Klein jumped out of the flames.

  After looking around and confirming his current location, Klein quickly made a new plan to go home:

  "Fortunately, we have left the West District. It seems that I have to take a detour to a farther place, and then find an opportunity to take a carriage back."

  In the bright yellow living room, the surrounding walls, including the floor and ceiling, were wrapped in a layer of transparent and dazzling barriers.

  A giant demon dog with a body of nearly 3 meters, with goat horns on its head, bent and extended, covered with countless mysterious patterns, and a pair of giant wings like bat wings spread out behind it, wrapped in red and light blue flames, emitting a strong smell of sulfur. In the relatively small living room, it was madly spraying light blue flames to fight against the surrounding frost.

  The already bright living room was filled with clear and holy morning light.

  The morning light was also mixed with clear, brilliant and pure holy light. The light was reflected by the ice crystals that filled the living room, and it looked extremely dazzling.

  The tall demon dog seemed to be covered with a thick and hard armor all over his body. Under the continuous purification of the light, bursts of black smoke poured out.

  The black smoke quickly dissipated after leaving the demon dog's body, and the strong abyssal aura on the demon dog was constantly weakened.

  "Frost!" He whispered a word in the dragon language.

  One after another, crystal clear streams of light swarmed in, all targeting the giant demon dog and freezing the demon dog inside.

  In the living room, which was as bright as the scorching sun at noon, layers of frost hung, and the warmth brought by the holy light was dispelled.

  A light blue fireball with a strong smell of sulfur ignited and extinguished in the demon dog's mouth.

  In order to quickly break free from the frost, the demon dog burned itself and the surrounding ice crystals with flames.

  "Degenerate!" The demon dog's mouth, which was imprisoned by frost, finally made a sound, saying a demon language word full of filthy and corrupt meanings from the abyss.

  The living room showed a tendency to become abyssal, and a layer of slightly sticky black liquid began to cover everywhere.

  But these sticky black liquids did not appear for a while, and were purified by the bright light in the living room, leaving no trace.

  Renekton quickly approached the demon dog, holding his hands, and the surrounding light condensed in Renekton's hands.

  With the chopping action, a sharp, solid, heavy and thick two-handed giant sword was pulled out from the light.

  It chopped heavily on the demon dog covered with frost, and the frost was lifted.

  The thick and hard armor on the demon dog was easily penetrated like a piece of paper, and the two-handed giant sword condensed by the light mixed with holy light was embedded in the body of the demon dog.     "Woo!" The demon dog let out a shrill roar, and a burst of light blue flames burst out around it, and the strong smell of sulfur choked people's mouths and noses.

  "Frost!" Renekton stood there and whispered a dragon language, without moving his feet.

  A burst of crystal clear light covered the light blue flames, and the demon dog's struggle was suppressed.

  Renekton loosened one of his hands holding the two-handed giant sword and pulled it in the air.

  Silently, many chains formed from the light, piercing the flesh and blood of the demon dog and imprisoning it.

  Then Renekton continued to hold the giant sword with both hands, raised it and swung it down, and a giant bat-like wing behind the demon dog was cut off.

  Blood like magma spilled and dripped onto the surrounding ice crystals, steaming up bursts of poisonous gas.

  Without giving the demon dog a chance to struggle, Renekton continued to swing the two-handed giant sword and cut off its other wing. The

  demon dog's whole body was burning with light blue flames, and it kept struggling, breaking the chains that were immersed in its flesh and blood and imprisoned itself bit by bit.

  The strong and pungent smell of sulfur, the scalding blood splashing everywhere, and the minced meat that was emitting black smoke like it was being burned.

  The light blue flames continued to gush out, and with the huge demon dog as the center, the red magma and the light blue flames continued to gather and gush out, like a volcanic eruption.

  The pungent smell of sulfur filled the entire living room, and along with the strong smell of sulfur, there was also dark green poisonous gas.

  Renekton quickly retreated, keeping a distance from the demon dog, and there was starlight around him, isolating the scorching air waves and poisonous gas.

  Renekton's light blue eyes were stained with a layer of light gold, and the surrounding environment was also stained with gold at the same time, spreading out layer by layer.

  The poisonous gas expanded by the demon dog was constantly purified, and the red magma and light blue flames were also reduced under the layers of golden ripples.

  The huge demon dog's figure emerged from the flames and poisonous gas, hideous and terrifying, like a demon crawling out of the flames.

  Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. The dog could not control his angry desire and murderous intent and went out of control.

  The flesh and blood on the out-of-control demon dog began to grow abnormally. The huge bat-winged demon dog that had been chopped off by Renekton

  said with difficulty, "Death." The demon dog said a word in the demon language with difficulty.

  Renekton's body was shattered in an instant, turning into bright starlight surging.

  The filthy and corrupt power from the abyss did not affect Renekton, but only dimmed the surging starlight.

  Renekton's figure reunited in the starlight, and his eyes were pale blue.

  Immediately, several pure white lights pierced through the out-of-control demon dog's body like a sharp sword, and the pale blue flames on it were almost extinguished.

  "The vitality of the demon is really tenacious!"

  Renekton sighed, while opening his arms and hugging the sun.

  A magnificent and pure blazing light column filled the entire living room, and the dying demon dog on the ground trembled constantly, as if it was suffering from capital punishment.

  It lasted for about thirty seconds, and then the light gradually faded away. The living room became charred black, as if it had just experienced a serious fire.

  There was also a charred female corpse lying on the ground. It could be vaguely seen that the abdomen of the female corpse was hollowed out.

  The body of the demon dog fell to the ground, without a breath.

  But its huge body did not turn back into a normal dog, but still maintained its demonization, with a little scarlet, and hot blood flowing out of the charred wounds of the corpse.

  The powerful vitality of the demon kept the body of the demon dog alive.

  Renekton didn't care about the body of the demon dog, and walked straight to the body of the victim who had become a charred corpse, collected the body for the other party, and comforted the soul.

  After waiting for another ten minutes, the dots of light from the body of the demon dog gathered together to form a ball of fiery red and light blue, shaped like a skull, and soft like jelly.

  After picking up the characteristics of the demon dog, Renekton also performed some anti-divination processing on the scene.

  The starlight barrier that originally covered the living room had long disappeared.

  Renekton walked to the door, paused for a moment, and said to himself:

  "Arrodes, do you want to see your great master, the great master of the spirit world, as soon as possible?"

  "Pop!"

  Renekton snapped his fingers, and a ball of fire burst out behind him, and there was also a burst of explosion-like sound.

  The fire illuminated the living room again. There was nothing else in it except two charred corpses.

  The fire and the explosion soon attracted the attention of the people around. The originally dotted dim lights soon lit up a large area, and the street was no longer peaceful at night!  Chapter 170: Follow-up of the incident

  In the bedroom of the house rented by Renekton on Minsk Street, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.

  "I wonder if Bernadette will come to me to ask about what happened today?"

  "Well, I shouldn't. At that time, it was because she blocked the surroundings and the spiritual world, which made me lose contact with the little paper man, which triggered the self-destruction measures I left on the little paper man."

  He muttered a few words in a low voice, took off his coat, and hung it on the coat rack beside him.

  After a simple wash in the bathroom, Renekton lay down on the bed to sleep.

  The crimson moonlight shone through the glass window, scattered in the bedroom, rendering a tranquility.

  Renekton, who was sleeping soundly, fell into a deep dream again.

  The vague figure who called himself Sasriel became a little clearer. The surrounding scene was the interior of an ancient and magnificent palace. He sat quietly on a tall golden chair, staring at the sunset outside.

  Renekton's figure appeared in this palace, abruptly like a discordant intruder.

  "Is this the Temple of Dusk?"

  Renekton looked at the blurry figure sitting on the chair at the top of the palace in confusion.

  "This is the Temple of Dusk in my memory."

  The blurry figure answered, then stood up from the chair and walked towards Renekton step by step, saying as he walked:

  "I didn't expect that in addition to you and that Roselle, there is another survivor of the Old Ones in this era, and he is one of the backups left by the mysterious one."

  "The calm on the surface is about to be broken. In the next short time, this world will enter the last carnival before the end of the world!"

  The other party's words were not the slightest bit up and down, but Renekton's expression unconsciously became solemn, as if he had seen the scene of the future.

  After two seconds of silence, Renekton reorganized his emotions and said:

  "With your help, how long can I fully use the power of the sage characteristics in my body?"

  "Less than thirty seconds, this is the limit your body can withstand."

  The blurry figure said without any fluctuations.

  Renekton nodded slightly. Less than thirty seconds, it was much longer than the ten seconds he expected.

  The blurry figure walked to a position more than one meter in front of Renekton and stopped. Although his figure was blurry, Renekton could still sense that the other party was half a head taller than him.

  He curled his lips slightly, changed the subject and asked:

  "Will the incarnation of the true creator instinctively resist when it is threatened?"

  "The crazy consciousness will resist to a certain extent, but it will not be too strong. With the combined efforts of the two sages and my own will, it will not be too difficult to kill this incarnation."

  "Yes." Renekton nodded after hearing this. The other party's words should be credible.

  I hope that the speed of the goddess of night will be slower when the time comes.

  The blurry figure took the initiative to bring up another topic:

  "Do you plan to support the remnant of the old days to become the new Lord of the Mysteries?"

  "You can't support Amon, right?"

  Renekton stared at the other party without any fear and asked back.

  The blurry figure did not have any special expression, or maybe there was, but it was too blurry, so it was not visible.

  Seeing that the other party did not respond, Renekton continued:

  "Amon clearly chose Adam between you and Adam!"

  The blurred figure seemed to be silent for a moment. It was unknown whether he was sad about his eldest son or thought of his other divine half.

  The blurred figure finally said only one sentence: "He does not recognize my identity."

  "Let Amon be the Lord of Mysteries, are you sure it won't be worse than the return of the former one?"

  Renekton continued, trying to persuade the father.

  The blurred figure did not answer this question, but just said:

  "Before they really start to compete for the position of the Lord of Mysteries, I will not interfere!"

  Renekton waved his hand and did not try to say anything.

  Another topic was ended. Renekton and the blurred figure looked at each other in silence, but no one wanted to speak again.

  After a long silence, Renekton finally spoke to break the silence:

  "Are there any new paths in the starry sky that are adjacent to the existing twenty-two paths?"

  "Yes! I don't know which ones they are, but the Outer Gods entrenched in the starry sky, except for those who want to take back some of the authority they have lost, the rest are here to gain authority similar to themselves." "

  But accommodating more authority can enhance the status and strength of the Old Ones, but it cannot exceed the Pillars."

  The fuzzy figure answered in great detail.

  Renekton nodded slightly, these were in line with his guess, and then asked a new question:

  "If the ordinary Old Ones accommodate more authority, is it possible for Him to become a new Pillar? Or will He just lose control?"

  The fuzzy figure shook his head and said:

  "There are only four pillars that can be clearly identified. Other Old Ones, accommodating more authority can only enhance their own strength and authority, but there will be no new pillars, unless they choose to lose control and let the Original awaken in themselves."     Renekton nodded in understanding.

  The next morning, Renekton took today's newspaper and sat at the dining table. While enjoying breakfast, he read the reports about the serial murders:

  "The 12th case!"

  "The devil reappeared, and another lady was killed. The murderer has been arrested!"

  "The serial murderer was affected by the gas explosion and died at the scene of the crime."

  In the inconspicuous part of today's newspaper, there was also a mention of the theft of the Kingdom Museum.

  "The gas explosion that has been blamed for a long time finally became a hero today."

  Renekton sighed in a mocking tone.

  Then he put the newspaper aside and continued to enjoy his breakfast.

  At the same time, in the Kingdom Museum.

  In the restored Roselle study, Max Livermore, the captain of the Mechanical Heart team with a monocle seal, asked the team members:

  "Are you sure that only two bookmarks were stolen?"

  "Yes, only those two bookmarks were stolen." The team member being questioned answered with a firm tone.

  An old man in a white priest robe and a clergyman's cap standing in front of the desk stared at the desk for a long time.

  Then he turned around and said calmly:

  "There was more than one person here last night, at least two or three, each opposing each other."

  "One of them may even have a higher sequence than me, but the other one ran away strangely, and the third one doesn't look like a normal life, perhaps his consciousness is hosted in some object."

  "I can't restore the complete scene, but I can still see a lot of things. This matter is more complicated than we imagined!"

  "Your Excellency the Archbishop" Max, the captain of the Mechanical Heart team, wanted to say something.

  But the old man called the Archbishop waved his hand, stared at the two books whose bookmarks were stolen again, and sighed:

  "I know why they stole the bookmarks. We were all deceived by Russell."

  Klein, who had just returned to his body above the gray fog, moved his body and went downstairs to enjoy breakfast.

  Just after taking a bite of the crispy and fragrant corn tortilla, the door of the house was pushed open.

  Klein immediately turned his head to look over. Renekton walked in with a newspaper in his hand.

  Klein quickly swallowed the tortilla in his mouth, looked at the door behind Renekton, which was not damaged, and said:

  "How did you open my door?"

  "Just push it gently, and it will open."

  Renekton stretched out his hand and made a gesture to push the door.

  Klein looked at him suspiciously, and then said:

  "Have you analyzed the master key's ability to open the door?"

  "It is indeed a door-opening ability, but it is not analyzed from the master key. My crow can also open the door."

  Renekton walked to the dining room, dragged out a chair and sat down, and replied.

  Klein was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the night before, when he used the master key to open the door and escape from the house, the other party's crow was able to catch up with him.

  Renekton handed the newspaper to Klein and put the page with the news of the theft of the Kingdom Museum on the top.

  He raised his eyebrows and looked at Klein, and then said:

  "You are quite quick!"

  Klein's first reaction was to deny it, but then he felt that it was unnecessary.

  After hesitating for a moment, he asked,

  "How do you know it was me?"

  "Guess what Bernadette and I were talking about at the time?"

  Rekton did not answer Klein's question directly, but asked a question in return.

  Klein's face froze. He carefully recalled the scene last night. He did not see anyone except Bernadette.

  Finally, the picture in Klein's mind was fixed on the little paper man lying on the manuscript, which was roughly cut but painted with strange patterns.

  "Are you that paper man?"

  Rekton nodded slightly and said,

  "I left a coordinate there during the day yesterday. I was going to take the bookmark and run away at night, but I happened to fall in front of Bernadette."

  Without waiting for Klein to sigh, Rekton looked at Klein with a smile and continued,

  "Then when Bernadette and I were chatting, another strange spirit ran over, rolled up something and ran away."

  "Uh" Klein scratched his head in embarrassment. He had not thought of how to explain the problem of his sudden disappearance after appearing in the form of a spirit.

  　An elderly person in my family passed away, so there will be fewer updates in the next two days. I will find time to slowly make up for it later.