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 Chapter 181: Fierce Battle 1

  Renekton kept turning the bone staff in his hand like a juggling stick, and his eyes were fixed on the three figures approaching this side at a rapid speed.

  Following closely behind was a pale man with a few inconspicuous black spots on his face, like the marks left after the rotten wound healed. There was a strong malice in his eyes, which was not concealed at all.

  Compared with humans, he looked more like a zombie craving for fresh flesh and blood.

  "Zombie Jason." Renekton, who was sitting in the shadows and hiding his figure, whispered in a low voice, and then turned his eyes to the figure at the back.

  About ten meters behind the zombie Jason was a thin but strong man with short hair that stood up like spikes.

  The tip of his palm had a metallic luster, and the black nails reflected the crimson moonlight. These nails looked like black daggers.

  The distance between him and Maric and Jason in front of him was getting farther and farther.

  "Werewolf." Renekton groaned, and he recalled the werewolf he had encountered in Feynaport.

  The thumb of his right hand gently rubbed the bone staff in his hand, and his eyes looking at the werewolf revealed an undisguised murderous intent.

  The distance between Maric and Jason always remained within a range of seven or eight meters, sometimes lengthening, sometimes shortening, over and over again.

  While Jason was chasing Maric, the black spots on his face gradually expanded and became transparent, and it seemed that rotten liquid was flowing out.

  Wherever Maric and Jason passed, a layer of white frost condensed, freezing the surrounding soil inch by inch, and the surrounding weeds were also rotting and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Wow!

  A pale palm stretched out from the white frost-covered soil and accurately grabbed Jason's ankle.

  Snap! Jason twisted his body as expected, kicked hard, and directly kicked the palm that stretched out from the soil from the wrist.

  The flesh at the break had long been rotten, and white maggots were scrambling to crawl out from inside.

  Arriving at the ambush site, Maric finally stopped, pinched his lips with his hands, and blew a shrill whistle.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  One after another, zombies emerged from the surrounding soil, and a cold wind blew around.

  Countless transparent shadows seemed to smell the scent of a blood feast, swarming towards Jason, constantly tearing and biting his body.

  "Humph!" Jason also stopped and snorted coldly.

  Shadows flew out of him in an instant, some disappeared with screams, and some were lost in the place.

  The next moment, Maric and Jason raised their right hands at the same time, aiming their index fingers at each other.

  Silently, the air between the two exploded, and wisps of black air rolled up.

  Jason did not make any other moves, but Maric took a step back, and a few strands of his messy hair withered in an instant and fell down.

  Jason stared at Maric with undisguised malicious eyes, just like staring at a prey that was about to be caught, and laughed in a low and hoarse voice:

  "Maric, you are still so weak."

  At this time, the werewolf Tyr, who was previously thrown away by Jason and Maric, came over.

  "Don't rush to deal with Maric, wait for Sharon to come to rescue him, Master Steve will be here soon."

  The werewolf Tyr said in a low voice.

  Sitting on the roof of a nearby warehouse, watching this scene quietly, Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that this werewolf seemed to be more rational than the zombie Jason.

  "Are the Beyonders of the Indulgent Faction of the Rose School more crazy as their sequences increase?"

  Renekton looked at the scene below and whispered softly.

  Jason, who was originally standing in front of the werewolf Tyr, suddenly turned his head, his pale face was gloomy, and in his eyes, a figure vaguely appeared.

  The figure was wearing a black court dress, with pale blond hair, delicate face, and bloodless skin, making her look like an exquisite doll.

  Jason stretched out his two palms and pinched the werewolf Tyr's neck.

  Crunch! The sound of bones being unable to support it was heard.

  The next moment, Tyr's neck swelled up, and hard black hair grew out, which briefly resisted the force on his neck.

  Taking advantage of the little breathing opportunity gained by being a werewolf, Tyr reached into his pocket and broke a certain preset spiritual shackle.

  In an instant, the entire open space and the surrounding warehouses were shrouded in a crimson moonlight.

  The force on the werewolf Tyr's neck was gradually reduced, and Sharon's figure slowly emerged from behind Jason.

  Tyr showed a proud and cruel smile on his face, and took out a dark red ornament that continued to emit a peaceful glow from his pocket. The ornament was in the shape of a full moon, with crimson gems inlaid around it, and in the middle were symbols and mysterious patterns that symbolized the moon.

  It was like a shrunken "full moon", a "full moon" filled with crimson.

  Sharon instinctively took a few steps back, her illusory and erratic spirit state gradually fading, and then she fell to the ground, her complicated black court dress stained with dust and mud on the ground.

  Tyr held up the round ornament that was constantly emitting crimson moonlight, panting and laughing in a hideous and hoarse voice:     "Unfortunately, your counterattack has long been anticipated by Lord Steve, and Sharon, your top priority for possession and manipulation is definitely Jason, who has a higher sequence than me, so he gave me the Crimson Moon Crown."

  "Guess, where is he now?"

  A bright but not dazzling light, like the clear and holy morning light, scattered, also covering this warehouse and the fenced-in open space in the middle.

  The clear morning light and the crimson moonlight competed with each other, and the light became chaotic and blended.

  Sharon stood up from the ground again, but she did not transform into a spirit body.

  Because although the surrounding crimson moonlight was suppressed by the light of the morning light, the influence was still there, and the dawn light here also weakened and affected her to a certain extent, especially when she was in a spirit body.

  "This, didn't you say that you should wait until I find the wronged soul Steve before taking action? Did Al find the hidden wronged soul? Or did he see that the plan had changed, so he directly intervened in the battle?"

  Klein, who was also hiding in the shadows, frowned, and his heart was constantly rising with anxiety. The previous plan was completely disrupted.

  While Klein was still hesitating whether to attack, the battle below became more intense.

  The morning light, which was competing with the crimson moonlight for dominance, condensed chains in the air and began to restrict the werewolf Tyr and the zombie Jason.

  Sharon took this opportunity to retreat two steps, then raised her arms with some difficulty and took off the black glove on her right palm with her left hand.

  The next moment, endless illusory light burst out from Sharon's palm. In front of Sharon, it intertwined into a bronze door full of mysterious patterns and indescribable meanings.

  The door shook, creaked open, and cracked!

  A pair of pale, transparent, toothy, or bloody arms without skin stretched out from the gap, crossed the void, and grabbed the werewolf Tyr who was holding the crimson moon crown high.

  A pair of indescribable eyes were densely packed, hiding behind the bronze door, quietly staring at the prey in front.

  Before the werewolf Tyr could completely break free from the chains formed by the morning light, he was grabbed by arms, slippery illusory tentacles, and dark blue vines with baby faces, which were about to begin to entangle Tyr.

  These strange things cried and screamed, trying their best to drag the werewolf Tyr behind the door.

  The werewolf Tyr tried hard to maintain his sanity and not let himself drop the moon crown behind him.

  Maric had taken a sedative before, so he was not completely affected by the full moon fruit brought by the crimson moon crown.

  Taking the opportunity now, he immediately poured the last two sedatives into his mouth.

  Layers of frost spread towards Sharon. Jason had already broken free from the constraints of the chains.

  He stretched out his right hand, with his thumb facing up and his index finger aimed at Sharon.

  Maric quickly pointed at Jason in the same posture. Silently, the air around Sharon exploded, and Sharon was pushed several meters away by the air wave.

  The light of dawn weakened the spells of Maric and Jason, and also protected Sharon just now.

  The next moment, several pure and blazing rays of light hit Jason and Tyr one after another, and the power of purification directly penetrated their flesh and blood and began to spread on their bodies.

  On the roof of a warehouse nearby, a slowly rotating brass ring was suspended behind Renekton, and there were many pale yellow papers with strange patterns and symbols floating in the air.

  The next moment, Renekton's figure was instantly transparent, as if he had turned into a statue formed by countless starlight.

  The statue shattered, and the bright starlight surged.

  Maric quickly pounced on Jason, and the violent attack caused Jason's body to be torn apart.

  But the next moment, Maric's movements slowed down, and then he paused, and his hands uncontrollably pinched his neck and began to exert force.

  The shadow under Maric suddenly came to life, flooding up like a stream of water, entangled him tightly, and his desire to commit suicide was also restricted.

  Bright starlight surged and appeared beside the werewolf Tyr who was about to be dragged into the bronze gate. Pieces of starlight began to reunite inside, and Renekton walked out holding a bone staff.

  He raised his hand and gently wiped the end of the bone staff like a blade. The power of corruption surged out and condensed into an extremely sharp blade as long as an arm.

  Steve, the wronged soul possessed by Maric, wanted to leave Maric's body and support Tyr. The most important thing was not to let the crimson moon crown be taken away.

  A sacred, bright, pure and warm light descended from the sky and directly enveloped Maric and Jason.

  The shadow that wrapped around Maric's body became a layer of protection at this time.

  Jason, a zombie who had not yet recovered from the continuous purification slash just now, had bursts of black smoke coming out of his body.

  "Bang!"

  A gunshot sounded, and a faint golden stream of light came in an instant on the open space that was far away from the range of the holy light, hitting the seemingly empty space.

  A brilliant flame rose from the place where the bullet hit, quickly outlining a figure wearing a black tuxedo and a dark red cape.  Chapter 182: Fierce Fight 2

  Renekton ignored the fight of the people behind him, holding the Soul-Flesh Blade formed at the end of the bone staff, and pierced directly into the heart of the werewolf Tyr.

  The Soul-Flesh Blade has stronger damage and breaking ability to creatures with corrupt thoughts. The body of the werewolf Tyr was like a piece of tofu, and was easily pierced by the Soul-Flesh Blade.

  The accompanying ability to corrode flesh and blood and destroy the soul continued to corrode Tyr's body from the wound.

  In order not to waste the characteristics, Renekton continued to use the flesh blade to cut off the arms, vines and tentacles extending from the bronze gate.

  After cutting off the palm of the werewolf Tyr, he kicked his body out of the coverage of the bronze gate.

  The crimson moon crown that fell to the ground with Tyr's palm was kicked to Sharon by Renekton.

  Then the surrounding shadows instantly came to life, turning into dark tentacles, attacking the wronged soul Steve who was entangled by Klein.

  The next moment, the figure of the wronged soul Steve disappeared on the spot.

  Klein's eyes reflected two identical figures:

  a black tuxedo, a dark red cape, a big slicked-back hair with oil, a gloomy green gaze, and a pale face of about forty years old.

  Klein's body quickly stiffened, his eyes became dull, and his thoughts gradually blurred.

  Two holy, bright, pure, warm lights descended from the sky, almost at the same time.

  Just like a column of light from the Kingdom of the Sun, it brought a brilliant feeling and holy purification, completely enveloping Klein.

  The two summoning holy lights of the sun domain came from Klein's self-rescue through the sun brooch on his chest, and Renekton's imitation of the sun domain spell.

  Klein, who was possessed by the wronged spirit, gradually regained his spirit in his eyes. Then, his figure quickly burned, and became brittle and burnt, leaving only a thin piece of paper.

  The next moment, Renekton, whose eyes were covered with a layer of blue-white fluorescence, was stained with a rich golden color.

  The slowly rotating brass ring behind him made a creaking sound of gears, and then the rich golden color on his body spread out layer by layer like water waves.

  Sharon, Maric, and Jason were stunned at the same time. Waves of black smoke rose from their bodies, and even a sizzling sound could be heard.

  "Ah!" A shrill scream rang out.

  Not far from Maric, the figure of the wronged soul Steve fell out of thin air. His pale skin was as red as if it had been scalded by boiling water, and layers of hot air mixed with black smoke rose from his body.

  Steve's body quickly switched from a spirit state to a flesh and blood state. This purifying power was the nemesis of filth and undead.

  Klein seized the opportunity, and the dark golden sunbird brooch in front of him flashed a ray of brilliance. The wronged soul Steve who fell to the ground instantly ignited one golden illusory flame after another.

  These flames exuding the breath of the sun were dense and soon connected into a golden ocean.

  During this time, Sharon had taken the Crimson Moon Crown from the severed hand of the werewolf Tyr, who was kicked to her side by Renekton.

  The crimson moonlight that had been covering the surroundings disappeared without a trace, and Sharon and Maric were recovering rapidly.

  Steve, under the burning and scorching heat, rushed out of the burning range of the dense and continuous ocean of light fire.

  His tuxedo and cloak were already tattered, and his big slicked-back hair with hair oil was all dry and yellow, and a little bald.

  With Steve as the center, a hurricane of extremely low temperature roared and swept around.

  The surrounding air temperature dropped rapidly, white frost condensed on the ground, and the cold and transparent ice layer spread rapidly. Even beautiful and dreamy snowflakes floated in the air.

  Klein, who was in the negative fruit of the sun brooch, couldn't help but shudder.

  "He wants to escape." Sharon's ethereal voice came.

  "Swoosh! Swoosh!" One by one, thin ice crystal arrows mixed with the cold wind and snowflakes attacked.

  The shadows around Renekton kept squirming, as if they wanted to grow arms and legs and crawl up from the ground.

  But the next moment, these squirming shadows collapsed into a dark patch, and quickly spread towards Steve, the wronged soul in the middle of the cold wind.

  All the dark snowflakes and ice crystal arrows that were touched by this dark patch were stained with a layer of sticky black, and instantly corroded and broken.

  Sharon's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, Jason, the zombie entangled with Maric, stopped moving.

  Jason's pale face, full of corrosion and burn marks, showed a struggling expression, but it quickly disappeared.

  His eyes became dull, and his eyes reflected the image of a man wearing a black court dress with complicated patterns, a small soft hat on his head, and his long golden hair was a little messy.

  In just a moment, Sharon had completed the possession of Jason's wronged soul.

  Jason slowly stretched out his hands and pinched his neck, getting harder and harder.

  The ice layer created by the ghost Steve, which could be used to flash the mirror, was completely covered by shadows, and there were large shadows around him trying to swallow him.

  Steve suddenly stretched out his left hand and let out a silent scream, shattering all the shadows around him.

  The rest of the people around were also affected. Klein, who was the farthest away, only felt dizzy and tingling in his head, as if it was about to explode.

  Maric, who was trying to attack Steve, paused, covered his head in pain, and fell to the ground.     Jason, the zombie possessed by the vengeful spirit, paused for a moment while pinching his neck, but soon recovered.

  The creeping shadows around him turned into a dark armor and were put on Renekton, resisting most of the damage from the wraith's screams. However, this kind of damage that directly hit the soul still made Renekton feel that his thinking was sluggish and his head was dizzy.

  Seeing that the wraith's screams did not achieve the desired effect, Steve squatted slightly and pressed his hands on the ground.

  The ground around him suddenly turned black, as if it had become a muddy abyss. A twisted blood-colored vine grew out of it. It was divided into multiple sections, each with four fangs and an eye. The blood-colored vine grew wildly upwards.

  But the next moment, golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air around him. These flames of light were denser, hotter, and purer than those that Klein had created with the Sun Brooch before.

  These flames exuded the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun, pure and sacred, burning the strange blood-colored vines into drops of liquid like candles.

  The muddy abyss on the ground was also submerged by the fire of light, burning cleanly.

  The figure of the wronged soul Steve also disappeared. Where the fire of light submerged, nothing was left except the traces of burning.

  The series of actions just now were just preparations made by the wronged soul Steve to delay time and find an opportunity to flash through the mirror.

  The next moment, in the corner of the warehouse not far away, the figure of the wronged soul Steve emerged stiffly, and in his eyes, there was a momentary reflection of the figure of Miss Sharon wearing a complicated black court dress.

  Although the ability of the wronged soul to possess cannot work on the wronged soul Steve in the spirit state, as a wronged soul, Sharon can still force him out of the mirror world if she is prepared.

  After dealing with Jason, Sharon quietly entered the mirror world to prevent Steve from escaping here through the ability of flashing through the mirror.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Three gunshots, two light golden streams and one brass streamer, accurately hit the body of the wronged soul Steve.

  Golden flames and black smoke rose from the wound, and the ghost Steve's attempt to escape was interrupted again.

  The next moment, Maric arrived in an instant, clenched his left hand into a fist, and hammered Steve's left shoulder, then grabbed Steve's body, which had not yet recovered, and threw it to the center of the open space.

  Thick frost spread over Steve's body, and his flesh and blood were directly frozen.

  When Steve's body fell to the ground, it was completely virtualized, removing the inertia on his body and dispersing the frost that froze his flesh and blood.

  Steve's body gradually became illusory and transparent, but the next moment, the transparent virtualization process was terminated.

  Steve was horrified to find that his connection with the mirror world was cut off.

  On the open space surrounded by several warehouses, a barrier with twinkling starlight lingered at some point.

  A sacred, bright, brilliant and pure warm light fell from the sky, followed by two demon hunting bullets with the purification slash attached.

  Steve quickly moved his body and dodged the holy light falling from the sky and the demon hunting bullets with the purification slash attached.

  The next moment, he was hit by an illusory skull that was surrounded by black air and had a strong sense of death, like a messenger sent by the underworld.

  This was a death spell cast by Miss Sharon, and Steve's figure froze in place.

  Renekton threw the bone staff in his hand and inserted it accurately into the corpse of Jason, who was lying on the ground.

  Then he took two steps forward and closed the distance between himself and Steve. He leaned back with his arms open, as if embracing the sun.

  A magnificent and pure blazing beam of light descended from the sky, covering Steve and himself. Steve's body continued to emit black and surging hot air, as if it was being evaporated.

  At the same time, Renekton himself also felt a strong burning and pain. The corrupt and filthy power accumulated in his body due to the use of the bone staff was being purified.

  Because the holy light conflicted with their own abilities, Sharon and Maric did not intervene in the subsequent battle, but just stood guard silently to prevent Steve from escaping.

  Klein kept firing, and combined with the sun domain spell attached to the sun brooch, he restrained the wronged soul Steve, preventing him from escaping the range of the holy light.

  The strong power and aura of the sun domain around him made it impossible for Steve to even cast the death spells he mastered.

  "Paralysis!" He whispered a short dragon language.

  A light green light shot out in an instant and directly hit Steve, who was trying to dodge the attack and escape the range of the holy light.

  Steve, who was still in his flesh and blood, froze in place and could not make any movements. Under the baptism of the endless holy light, he could not even transform into a spirit form to get rid of the negative effects.

  Renekton's eyes, which were covered with blue-white fluorescent light, were stained with a layer of light gold.

  Golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air around him and gradually gathered to form a golden flaming spear.

  Under Renekton's control, the golden flaming spear turned into a stream of light and sank into Steve's body.

  The golden illusory flames burst into flames on Steve's body, and the majestic sun's breath filled his body, and there was a sizzling sound of burning fat.

  Even the roaring sound was swallowed up by the golden flames, and Steve failed to make a scream.

  One after another, golden flame spears emerged and then sank into Steve's body, until he was completely reduced to a charred corpse.  Chapter 183 Follow-up

  Renekton stopped condensing the golden flame spear, and the blue-white fluorescence in his eyes gradually dissipated.

  The golden illusory flames that enveloped the surroundings, which were bright and pure holy light and exuded a majestic solar aura, all disappeared, leaving only the strong solar aura around and the ground that had been scorched and covered with dry, cracked mud.

  Sharon put away the bronze door again, and then approached Steve, who had turned into a charred corpse. She paused for a moment and said in a calm and serious tone:

  "He is dead."

  Renekton looked at the charred corpse in front of him, which was still emitting a little light golden spark from time to time, shrugged and said:

  "It's simpler than I thought."

  "The power of the solar domain is very restrained against Beyonders of the heterogeneous path. The solar domain spells you used are already close to the strength of a Sequence 5 Priest of Light."

  Sharon glanced at the charred corpse that was still in the strong solar aura. She felt that if she used the resentful spirit to possess the corpse to accelerate the precipitation of characteristics, she would be burned by the residual solar aura on the charred corpse.

  Sharon passed by Steve's charred corpse, and her illusory and erratic body came to the corpse of Jason, and her transparent and illusory body sank into Jason's corpse.

  The pale green fluorescence that had begun to precipitate began to quickly attract and aggregate each other, and then more light spots were precipitated.

  In less than two minutes, a group of pale green and blue Beyonder characteristics that looked like a ball of rags that had been crumpled into a ball precipitated.

  Sharon held up her black court dress stained with mud and stains, and her illusory figure walked out of Jason's corpse, and soon came to the corpse of Werewolf Tyr and repeated the previous operation.

  In less than two minutes, the characteristics of Werewolf Tyr were completely precipitated, and with its right hand as the core, they quickly condensed together.

  After absorbing all the characteristics, Werewolf Tyr's right hand naturally fell off his arm. After a period of twisting and changing, a pale glove with a blade and sharp claws appeared, and the glove was also wrapped with a blue-black twisted pattern.

  Sharon's figure reappeared, and then came to Steve's charred corpse, silently looking at Renekton who was standing quietly beside him.

  Renekton understood instantly, nodded slightly, and then raised his right hand, and a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm.

  One star after another appeared, and as Renekton made a waving motion, a ray of brilliance fell on Steve's charred corpse.

  The starlight quickly dissolved and dissipated, and along with it, the strong sun breath on the charred corpse disappeared.

  Sharon didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, and then possessed Steve's charred corpse to speed up the precipitation of characteristics.

  With the unreal sound of glass breaking, the starlight barrier covering the surrounding open space shattered into dots of starlight, and then disappeared.

  Renekton casually shook his hand, and the dots of starlight surged and dissipated, and Renekton summoned an invisible giant hand.

  Under Renekton's control, the invisible giant hand picked up two pieces of loot from the body of the werewolf Tyr, a glass bottle with a lid, and a magical item formed by the combination of the werewolf's characteristics and Tyr's right hand.

  Renekton kept the glass bottle with a lid, and handed the magical item formed by the werewolf's characteristics to Klein.

  He carefully looked at the biological toxin bottle in his hand, and the starlight surged, wrapped it, and then turned into a transparent amber, sealing the biological toxin bottle.

  After doing all this, Renekton raised his head and explained to Klein:

  "I have some use for this magical item. Can I directly convert it into the corresponding gold pounds and give it to you?"

  "No problem." Klein nodded gently.

  He looked at the biological toxin bottle in Renekton's hand, and then his eyes returned to the glove in his hand that could be regarded as a weapon.

  Klein carefully took out a piece of paper and wrapped the glove, isolating himself from direct contact with the glove before he figured out the effect of the glove.

  Maric took a quick glance without saying anything. He picked up the characteristic extracted from Jason, the zombie that was closer to him, and threw it to Klein. His tone was obviously relaxed and joyful, and he said,

  "This is also your trophy."

  "Okay." Klein took the characteristic of the zombie and nodded to Maric.

  After Klein took the characteristic of the zombie, he directly put it into the small iron box he had prepared and created a layer of spiritual wall to isolate it from the outside world.

  After that, the few people did not speak again, and quietly waited for Sharon to accelerate the extraction of the extraordinary characteristic of the wronged soul in Steve.

  The three of them stood on each side, looked at each other, and quickly looked away.

  When Renekton's eyes swept over Maric, he found that the original injuries on his body had almost healed. The scars that were deep enough to see the bone before were now only a shallow bloodstain.

  After waiting for a while, Sharon's figure reappeared, holding a crimson moon crown and a translucent doll in her hands.

  Sharon shook her hand slightly, and the translucent doll in her hand flew towards Renekton.

  Reaching out to catch the translucent doll, Renekton took it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then took out a small iron box from his pocket, put the doll in it, and added a layer of spiritual wall to the outside of the iron box.

  After giving the promised ghost characteristics, Sharon looked around and looked at Maric again.

  Then she put the crimson moon crown in her other hand on her chest. The circle of crimson gems on the crimson moon crown quickly dimmed, and the full moon light on the abandoned open space gradually disappeared.

  Klein and Maric also dispersed at this time and dealt with some of the arrangements they had made on the scene before.

  At the side of the warehouse, Klein bent down, pinched the ring with his fingertips, and lifted up the Azik copper whistle buried in the ground, surrounded by human-shaped "candles".     After a while, the scene was handled, and several people gathered in the center of the open space again.

  Sharon turned to Klein and said calmly:

  "The Secret Book is in your guest room."

  Klein smiled and bowed slightly, saying:

  "Thank you for your generosity."

  "Official Beyonders may arrive at any time. We should leave."

  Sharon nodded and said nothing more.

  Klein's eyes moved to Renekton who was standing aside, and he chuckled:

  "Wait a minute, I want to set off some fireworks!"

  Then, under the gaze of Renekton and others, Klein raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  The bombs buried underground exploded one by one, and beams of flames rose up.

  They gathered together to form a group, and the bright flames moved, dreamy and beautiful.

  Sharon and Maric's eyes were instinctively attracted for a second. When they came back to their senses, the figures of Klein and Renekton on the side had disappeared.

  A few minutes later, a team of Mechanical Hearts appeared in the open space surrounded by abandoned warehouses.

  There were not a few people, five in total, each carrying different extraordinary weapons and dressed in full armor.

  Frowning at the scene in front of them that looked like it had been plowed through, several people were silent for a moment, and then they solemnly devoted themselves to the work of finding clues.

  In the room at No. 15 Minsk Street, Renekton's figure with his hand on Klein's shoulder was quickly outlined.

  "It's getting late, go to bed early."

  After saying hello, Renekton turned around and stepped into the spirit world again, disappearing into Klein's living room.

  Klein looked at the place where Renekton disappeared, swallowed his response, shook his head slightly, and walked up to the second floor.

  Renekton's figure quickly outlined in his bedroom, and placed the small iron box containing the extraordinary characteristics of the wronged soul and the biological toxin bottle wrapped in transparent amber aside.

  After a simple wash in the bathroom, Renekton lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

  In the open space where the Rose School's indulgent faction was surrounded and killed, the team members of the Mechanical Heart had been replaced.

  The person in charge of handling this incident was now a deacon of the Steam Church, Ikanser Bernard. His brown hair was messy and stretched out, and even with a hat, it could not be covered.

  At this moment, Ikanser, with a strong and clear facial line, was holding an ancient patterned silver mirror. There was an eye-like decoration on each side of the mirror, with a dark black gem as the base, which looked deep and charming.

  "Although those rats in the sewer are experts in interfering with divination and spiritualism, they have effectively handled the scene."

  "However, in the mysterious supernatural world, there is no way to guarantee 100% success."

  Ikanser looked around at the Mechanical Heart members around him and said.

  After finishing his words, his eyes moved to the silver mirror in his hand, and he stretched out his right palm and gently stroked the surface three times.

  A not-so-obvious water light rippled on the surface of the silver mirror.

  After a two-second pause, Ikanser took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

  "Respected Arrodes, my question is: Who are the participants in what just happened in this place?"

  The surrounding darkness became hazy at this moment, and the current water light on the surface of the silver mirror became more obvious.

  Soon, a picture appeared in the silver mirror:

  in the rising firelight, there was a figure floating in the air. He was wearing a black double-breasted long dress and a half-high silk hat. His figure was distorted and his face was blurred and difficult to see clearly, and he was also painted with oil paint.

  Under his feet, tongues of fire suddenly burst out and engulfed him.

  A circle of ripples like water light appeared on the surface of the silver mirror, and the picture changed with the water light.

  Groups of shadows kept rolling and squirming, and a young man in a long windbreaker appeared in the picture. The shadows around him were like a curtain, hiding his figure, and no useful information could be identified.

  The scene alternated again, and a middle-aged man in a dark red cloak appeared. There were bright flames burning on his body, and most of his body was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

  The scene on the surface of the silver mirror continued to alternate, and Ikanser and others saw a woman wearing a complicated black court dress and messy light golden hair, but her face was transparent, as if it did not exist.

  Next to the lady was a man with long black hair all over his body.

  There was also a back figure being pulled by arms.

  Finally, the picture that appeared on the silver mirror was fixed on a bunch of flames flying into the sky, like a gorgeous "fireworks". Chapter 184 Magic Mirror

  Arrodes On the screen with a shiny surface, the man in a black double-breasted frock coat appeared again.

  His body twisted horizontally, facing forward, and he pressed his chest with the hand holding the top hat, bowed slightly, and saluted.

  His face was blurred and distorted as if disturbed, and the color of oil paint was faintly revealed.

  The picture stopped abruptly, and then a few lines of ancient Fusac words appeared:

  "According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions next."

  "If you answer incorrectly or lie, you will be punished!"

  The word "punishment" was as red as blood, as if it was still dripping with scarlet liquid!

  Ikanser seemed to think of some very bad memories, and his expression twisted for a moment, and then became extremely solemn.

  The water light flashed on the silver mirror, and a new line of words appeared:

  "What is your sexual orientation?"

  Ikanser's solemn expression froze instantly, and his whole face turned white and red. At this moment, he only felt that the gazes cast by the team members around him were particularly piercing.

  The next morning, the midday sun poured into the room through the window.

  Renekton took down a mirror hanging on the wall, arranged a simple ceremony, and drew a symbol of secrecy and voyeurism on the mirror.

  The light in the room dimmed a little, and the temperature dropped slightly.

  The mirror became pitch black, and water light was constantly rippling. Between the layers of rippling water light, several blood-red words emerged:

  "Who is summoning the great Arrodes!"

  Looking at the small mirror pretending to be cool, Renekton couldn't help but curl his lips. Before the words on the mirror continued to change, he began to talk to himself:

  "Nice to meet you, Magic Mirror Arrodes!"

  "But, I don't think this should be the first time you meet me."

  "Last night, the people of the Mechanical Heart asked you about what happened in the abandoned warehouse. How did you respond to them?"

  Renekton deliberately said some limiting words to ask himself a question.

  Without Klein by his side, the dog-licking mirror here would definitely not be able to suppress his nature. Even if only his own rabbits and crows were watching, Renekton didn't want to let himself die.

  The dark mirror was silent for a while, and then began to show images. Not long after he and his companions left the abandoned warehouse last night, a team of Mechanical Hearts arrived.

  "Did you add special effects to the scene where Klein appeared?"

  Renekton looked at the mirror in front of him, which was embedded in a brass metal frame, with a playful look on his face. He tapped the table next to him with his right hand.

  The mirror was floating with water light, and the original firelight flashed. Klein was wearing a black double-breasted long dress, holding a half-high silk hat in his hand, and bowing to salute disappeared.

  Lines of words reappeared:

  "According to the principle of reciprocity, it should be my turn to ask questions now!"

  He chuckled, not caring that Arrodes deliberately avoided his questions. He just paused the action of tapping the table, grinned with a suitable arc at the corner of his mouth, and stared at the mirror quietly.

  Arrodes seemed to sense the danger. The words that originally appeared on the mirror were twisted before they were completely formed, and they were replaced by a new question:

  "You will help me return to my great master, right?"

  "It depends on my mood."

  "And my mood depends on your performance."

  Renekton answered the question on the mirror in a joking tone.

  The water light on the mirror shook violently for a few times, as if it was being shaken violently.

  The mirror quickly returned to calm, and the words on it also changed:

  I just slightly strengthened the presence of my dear master, which is conducive to him getting more feedback from those people in the Mechanical Heart.

  This time the words on the mirror disappeared quickly, and new words appeared soon:

  Now it's my turn to ask questions.

  What are you lurking around my great master for? Is this the will of the God of Knowledge? Or the True Creator? Or the Hidden Sage?

  Renekton glanced at the series of words that appeared on the mirror, and said in a very calm tone:

  "You have four questions."

  At the bottom of the mirror, a new line of words appeared:

  "You can only answer the first question."

  "I hope he can become the new Lord of Mysteries."

  Renekton immediately answered Arrodes' question.

  "Correct answer."

  There was a picture of fireworks blooming behind the words. I don't know where Arrodes got it from.

  On the mirror, new lines of words appeared again:

  "The people of Mechanical Heart came to me again. This communication ends here."

  After the complete words appeared for a moment, they quickly disappeared. The mirror returned to its normal appearance, reflecting Renekton's figure again, and the light in the room became brighter.

  "It runs pretty fast."

  Renekton looked at the mirror in front of him and groaned, then put the mirror back on the wall.

  After testing Arrodes' attitude towards him and understanding the progress of the investigation of Mechanical Heart, Renekton stretched his body with satisfaction and prepared to go to the utility room to get some materials and set up a ceremony.

  Bugs Bunny looked at the mirror that was hung back on the wall with curiosity and said,

  "Boss, what was that thing that was connected to this mirror just now?"

  "Magic Mirror Arrodes, a mirror with a bad temper."     "But it knows a lot of things, and it seems to have some omniscient authority or ability."

  Renekton explained to his rabbit.

  Looking at Bugs Bunny's eager expression, he reminded him:

  "This mirror's hobby is to make people who ask it questions die in front of others. You'd better not try it easily."

  "Rabbit doesn't work?" Bugs Bunny asked sincerely.

  "Rabbit doesn't work either." Renekton replied unhappily.

  Bugs Bunny left the room with his crow brother with a look of disappointment, but Renekton saw that the crow Anu's eyes clearly revealed a curious look, maybe it will find a time to try to summon Arrodes.

  Take the necessary materials from the utility room, quickly arrange a ceremony, and send the biological toxin bottle to the library through the ceremony.

  Then Renekton closed his eyes and meditated, sketching the shape of the ring in his mind. Through the connection between the ring and the library, he came to the library deep in the spirit world.

  In the library, Mr. Huang casually flipped through an old book without a cover.

  Renekton went up to Mr. Huang and said hello:

  "Good morning, Mr. Huang."

  "Well, your fate has fluctuated a bit. You should pay attention to the coincidences you encounter and the unreasonable decisions you make."

  "Some small accidents will become big troubles if they accumulate."

  Mr. Huang nodded slightly and responded calmly, and then reminded him again.

  "Hmm?" Renekton was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Mr. Huang meant.

  He thought about his recent experience in his mind, but did not find any traces that might have been arranged by 0-08 or Adam, so he had to look at Mr. Huang with doubtful eyes.

  Mr. Huang put down the book in his hand and explained in a more serious tone:

  "Perhaps your unintentional behavior has provoked the pen, but its ability to write scripts is very ordinary. If you pay a little attention, you should be able to find something wrong."

  Renekton nodded slightly, but he was wondering in his heart what he had done to provoke the pen.

  After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come up with any clues, so Renekton simply gave up thinking about this problem.

  He went to the pile of debris in the corner and found the biological toxin bottle he had just taken.

  He returned to Mr. Huang, handed the biological toxin bottle in his hand and said:

  "Mr. Huang, can you crush this magical item and then inject the extracted properties into the statue of the plague doctor?"

  Mr. Huang stared at Renekton in silence, and then took the biological toxin bottle. After

  just a quick look at the glass bottle in his hand, Mr. Huang slightly exerted force on his right hand holding the biological toxin bottle.

  With a snap! With a sound, the biological toxin bottle was directly crushed by Mr. Huang, and dots of light quickly precipitated, and then aggregated to form a translucent blurry light ball.

  Renekton glanced at the glass fragments on the ground, and before he had time to speak.

  Mr. Huang directly threw the blurry translucent light ball in his hand at the statue of the plague doctor placed at the entrance of the library.

  The translucent light ball carried dots of fluorescence and directly hit the statue of the plague doctor. The extracted properties seemed to have found a suitable carrier and quickly drilled into the statue of the plague doctor.

  After a while, the statue of the plague doctor had some less prominent colors, and the metal beak mask on his face seemed even colder.

  "Don't even think about giving it some of the characteristics of the witch of pain. A virus that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe will make it lose its use value."

  Mr. Huang's voice sounded indifferently.

  "I understand." Renekton had no doubt that he was being criticized, and immediately nodded in response.

  A ball of light blue with a cold chill fell into his hand. Renekton felt as if a piece of extremely cold ice had suddenly been stuffed into his hand. He tossed it back and forth between his two hands in a panic to relieve the cold stinging feeling in his hands.

  A bright starlight emerged, enveloping the light blue object. The starlight condensed instantly, creating a transparent amber to isolate it from himself.

  Renekton took the transparent amber in his hand, and through a layer of transparent amber, he looked at the things inside with great curiosity.

  It was still a ball of gorgeous light blue gem, with a thin layer of ice crystals on the surface, and the cold air that kept overflowing, and was covered with strange runes.

  Renekton turned his puzzled eyes to Mr. Huang.

  "This is a ball of characteristics that gathers various frost-like abilities, such as the frost of zombies and the frost of witches."

  "This is something I collected a long time ago. Although it is of no use, it is still pretty."

  "You can use it as raw material to make some magical items that are relatively normal."

  Mr. Huang explained while looking at the statue of the plague doctor at the entrance of the library.

  Renekton immediately understood that this was because he was too disgusted with the few figurines he had made before.

  Then he made a sincere and serious assurance:

  "No problem, I promise that this time will not be the same as the previous times."  Chapter 185 Snow Girl

  After the exchange with Mr. Huang, Renekton rearranged the ritual materials that had not been collected on the ground, quickly set up a new ritual, and took out the gem that gathered various frost-type abilities.

  Even with a layer of transparent amber seal, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees quickly.

  Renekton held the light blue gem sealed in transparent amber and quietly felt the coldness and strength of the light blue gem.

  "Close to the level of Sequence 4, but still a little short."

  Renekton made an assessment in his mind.

  In his mind, he had already associated it with the imaginary dragon, King of the North, Yurisan, in Groselle's Travels.

  Perhaps the source of this gem is a second-era creature similar to King of the North, Yurisan. At that time, the characteristics of the same type were the mainstream.

  After thinking for a while, Renekton put down the transparent amber in his hand and put away the remaining ritual materials on the ground.

  After doing all this, he sat down in the armchair in front of the desk and began to think about what kind of figurine to make with this light blue gem.

  "Frost, wronged soul, navigator" Renekton sat back in his chair and muttered in a low voice for a while, and gradually came up with thoughts.

  He picked up the round-bellied fountain pen and white paper on the desk and began to write:

  Snow Woman: She lives in the mountains and is in charge of the snow in winter. The three emotions of fragility, tenderness, and sadness constitute her soul.

  She has snow-white skin, beautiful appearance, and virtuous character.

  She likes to appear on snowy nights. If someone who sees her cannot withstand the temptation, she will be frozen forever under her light kiss, devouring their souls, and taking their ice-sculptured bodies back to the cave where they live and displaying them for their appreciation.

  Putting down the fountain pen and gently shaking the paper twice, Renekton looked at the story of the snow woman that he pieced together through his own memories, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

  It was just a story, but Renekton had already outlined a beautiful and moving lady in his mind.

  Some people couldn't wait to move the materials needed to make the hand-made figures out of the utility room, and Bugs Bunny was very skilled at helping him.

  After spending an entire afternoon, Renekton finally molded a qualified image of a beautiful lady out of clay.

  Renekton took out the translucent doll from the wronged soul Steve and the light blue sapphire given by Mr. Huang.

  This time Renekton did not mix the materials into a potion state first and pour it on the figurine to make it into a magical item.

  The main reason was that the temperature of the light blue sapphire was too low, and it had already frozen before it came into contact with the pure water in the glass bottle.

  Renekton had to skip this step and directly began to take out the materials and prepare for the ceremony of praying to the hidden sage.

  On the floor, he used the potion to draw a pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes, containing countless bright stars.

  He placed the candle, figurine, translucent doll, light blue sapphire and other materials in the right position.

  With a snap of his fingers, the candle was lit, and Renekton immediately dripped two drops of essential oil into the candle flame.

  The flames flickered twice, and the room was instantly filled with the smell of tulips.

  Seeing this, Renekton quickly stood up and took a step back, while chanting aloud:

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

  "I pray to you, pray for the power of knowledge"

  "I pray that you will give the illusory knowledge the power of reality"

  As Renekton finished chanting, the temperature in the room had unknowingly reached the point where white frost could condense.

  Renekton exhaled a breath of white air, his eyes fixed on the extremely unstable light blue sapphire.

  Without the isolation of transparent amber, the different paths and sequences of the light blue sapphire began to stir, directly causing the temperature in the room to drop sharply.

  Bugs Bunny shivered on the side, tightened his high-end custom-made tuxedo, and shrank himself between two pillows.

  Fortunately, the hidden sage responded quickly. Almost within one or two breaths after chanting the spell, the spiritual world corresponding to the room directly overlapped with reality.

  One after another, a huge torrent of information descended in an illusory manner.

  The figurines, light blue gems, translucent dolls, and paper with the story of the Snow Woman that were originally placed on the floor of the room all decomposed in an instant and turned into streams of information.

  The information was sucked into the air, gathered together, and condensed into a ball of illusory light.

  Information around it continued to merge into this ball of illusory light at a rapid speed. In

  less than two minutes, the originally illusory light ball was stained with a mixture of light blue and pure white.

  The illusory light ball slowly condensed into a substantial form, a palm-sized female figurine with a tall, plump figure, snow-like skin, and long light blue hair.

  The Snow Woman's skirt was like ice crystals, flowing with a clear glimmer. Just one look at it, and people felt a strong attraction.

  There were many snowflake elements on the figurine. The lower half of the woman's body was transparent white, and the upper half was a substantial color. It looked like a ghost trying to disguise itself as a human.

  The Hidden Sage left here with a torrent of information, and the space in the room was disconnected from the spirit world again.

  The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and soon returned to normal.

  Renekton took two steps forward and caught the Snow Girl figurine that was falling to the ground.     It was cold to the touch, not just the physical senses, but also a deep chill that went straight to the soul.

  Perhaps because the light blue gem was powerful enough, Renekton even felt the breath of divinity from the Snow Woman figurine.

  Intuition told Renekton that this Snow Woman figurine had reached the level of a demigod, but it was the weakest kind, much weaker than a normal demigod, and similar to the King of the North in Groselle's Travels.

  Renekton sat back in the armchair in front of the desk, holding the Snow Woman figurine in his hand, closed his eyes, and performed a simple divination.

  The Snow Woman figurine: has frost-related abilities at the level of a demigod, and also masters many death-related spells at the fifth level of the sequence.

  It can switch freely between the spirit body and the flesh and blood body. In the spirit state, it is like a real shadow, with the ability to pass through obstacles, hide in the mirror, and directly attack the opponent's soul.

  The negative effect is: the Snow Woman will seduce every adult male who sees her. If you can't withstand the temptation, she will devour your soul and freeze your body into an ice sculpture.

  The Snow Girl hates people who break their oaths. No matter who it is, anyone who breaks their oath in front of her will be brutally killed by her.

  Renekton opened his eyes again and looked at the Snow Girl figurine in his hand. When his eyes swept through the pale blue eyes of the figurine, Renekton felt that the other party was looking at him, or even observing him.

  He stood up and stretched, and put the figurine in the collection cabinet beside him, preparing to find a time to specifically experiment with the Snow Girl's ability later.

  Renekton cleaned up the remaining ritual materials on the floor and restored the room to its original state.

  Then he turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner for himself today.

  In the Silver City, Derrick, who had been imprisoned at the bottom of the round tower for several days, felt that he had adapted to the darkness here and could ignore the cries for help and shouts from time to time.

  Derrick lay on the bed quietly thinking or dazed, and sometimes regretted his impulsive decisions.

  He didn't dare to imagine what his fate would be if the six-member council did not believe him, but firmly believed that he was bewitched by the evil god.

  No, I should trust the chief's knowledge and judgment. The six-member council will not easily believe me, but they certainly will not simply think that I have been bewitched by the evil god.

  Thump! Thump! Thump!

  Derrick seemed to hear a violent banging sound on the door while he was lying on the bed in deep thought.

  Driven by curiosity, Derrick calmed down, listened carefully, and identified the source of the banging sound.

  The banging sound came from the next door, and he also heard a thin, sharp, and mournful sob in the collision.

  The hair on Derrick's body stood up suddenly, and the whole person jumped up from the bed, posing a very defensive posture.

  At this moment, the sound of thump, thump, thump spread to the metal wall separating the two rooms, smashing out one after another slowly shrinking bulges.

  Derrick subconsciously wanted to summon a holy light, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and the surrounding space seemed to be moved to the outside world, just in time to encounter a flash of lightning.

  The banging sound disappeared, and the bottom of the round tower returned to silence. The slightest footsteps could be heard far away, and the kind of silence that echoed for a long time.

  Derrick put away his defensive posture and lowered his head to ponder what had just happened.

  Knock, knock, knock! At this moment, the metal wall on the other side seemed to be tapped by someone with bent fingers.

  "Who?" Derrick asked loudly with a slightly terrified voice.

  The knocking sound stopped immediately, and after a few seconds, a deep but rather old voice sounded vaguely:

  "It turned out to be a little guy!"

  Seeing that the other party was able to communicate rationally, Derrick's nervousness was relieved a little. He gradually moved closer to the wall and asked aloud:

  "Who are you?"

  The old voice on the other side of the wall did not answer this question, but smiled and said:

  "The person next to you almost lost control several times, and today he finally couldn't be saved."

  "So he has become a monster now?"

  Derrick asked through the metal wall.

  "No, he is already a corpse. The moment he turned into a monster, he was solved by the item sealed here."

  The old voice sighed and said,

  "I have been here for forty-two years. Well, those guards told me that I have seen too many similar things."

  Derrick asked in surprise,

  "You have been here for forty-two years?"

  Normally, losing control is divided into three stages, from the appearance of precursors, to the body and mind becoming uncontrollable, to the final complete collapse and transformation into a terrifying monster.

  Even if the extraordinary person in the second stage is sent to the bottom of the round tower, after being treated with potions, rituals and other methods, he will slowly stabilize and return to normal in a year and a half at most.

  If he does not return to normal during this period of time, then there is only the possibility of complete loss of control. In any case, he cannot be locked up for forty-two years.