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 Chapter 221 Each

  "Okay." Klein nodded gently, and then asked another question with some curiosity:

  "Why do you call me Master?"

  A burst of water light floated on the surface of the mirror, and then lines of silver words appeared:

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

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

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

  Klein frowned and pondered for a long time. He really couldn't figure out why the magic mirror of the Steam Church would treat him like this. It was a bit like humbly flattering him.

  With the idea of ​​stabilizing this magic mirror that didn't know the intention first, Klein nodded gently and responded:

  "Okay."

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

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

  This is still a mirror at the forefront of fashion!

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

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

  "Yes." Klein nodded gently and answered very honestly.

  Water light floated on the surface of the mirror again, and pictures appeared one after another.

  There was a picture of Ikanser asking who ordered the Apostle of Desire to assassinate Duke Negan, and Arrodes' answer, and also a picture of him asking who killed the Apostle of Desire, and another member of the Mechanical Heart asked who the Apostle of Desire's collaborators were.

  Finally, the image on the mirror froze in the darkness with a vague figure, and then lines of silver-white words emerged one after another:

  "Dear master, you must be careful of the guy who killed the Apostle of Desire who was beside you at the time. He has an unclear relationship with the real creator believed by the Aurora Society."

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

  "He"

  The words that appeared on the surface of the mirror paused for a moment, and the unformed words disappeared one by one, and condensed into a new sentence again:

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

  "Goodbye, my great, supreme master, your loyal servant is always ready to receive your call!"

  There was also a small waving expression at the end.

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

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

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

  Deep in the spirit world, in a magnificent library.

  Renekton, who had already digested the magic potion of the Mystic Master, was ready to ask Mr. Huang for the prophet's characteristics that He had promised before.

  Mr. Huang, who was sitting upright on a high-backed chair, had a fleeting glimmer in his eyes, and then whispered softly:

  "This mirror really dares to say anything. It has the authority of omniscience, but it does not have enough personality support, and it does not know how to restrain itself."

  "Uh," Renekton suddenly thought of the image of the licking dog mirror, and said thoughtfully:

  "Magic Mirror Arrodes? Is its omniscience very powerful?"

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

  "If there is enough personality support, it can also be roughly equivalent to an omniscient person."

  Enough personality. Above the gray fog? The licking dog has everything he wants in the end!

  "Don't have any ideas about it. The omniscient person can't see through its true origin. He only knows that it is related to the Chaos Sea. It is likely that it was used by the God to prevent the resurrection of the Heavenly Venerable."

  Mr. Huang warned Renekton in a serious tone.

  After a moment of embarrassment, Renekton quickly gathered his thoughts and asked curiously:

  "If you have the virtual personality ability of the manipulator, can you cast multiple spells?"

  This is the ability that Renekton, who mainly fights by casting spells, wants to have the most. After all, casting spells is not as convenient as the extraordinary abilities that come with potions. It requires a certain, unsimplified casting process.

  This is also the reason why Renekton prefers to use the extraordinary abilities of the astrologer rather than the secret arts instructor when fighting.

  Even the secret arts that he developed himself can only speed up the casting speed because of his proficiency, and cannot be as convenient as his own extraordinary abilities.

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

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

  "Although the virtual personality of the Visionary Path can cast multiple spells to a certain extent, it is a great burden on your own spirituality and spirit, and it will also cause the strength of the spells you cast to decrease."     "Multiple casting will reduce the strength of spells. After all, it's not an external brain."

  Renekton sighed softly.

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

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

  It didn't take too long for Mr. Huang to finish thinking, and said in a very happy tone:

  "It is not impossible to complete the casting through an external existence. It's just like using a magical item, but the magical item is replaced with something else."

  Mr. Huang's eyes fell on the statues at the entrance of the library, and there was a pure white light in his eyes.

  Renekton followed Mr. Huang's gaze and looked at the statues made of the figurines at the entrance. A semi-illusory mirror image appeared at the same time.

  These mirror images looked quite rigid. The next moment, they all shattered and turned into star-like lights, which intersected in the air to form a pattern composed of twisted characters.

  In an instant, these patterns appeared beside Renekton, as if there was a force trying to imprint them on his spirit.

  After a tingling sensation, he saw several more tattoos on his spirit body.

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

  "The marks for storing spells have the will of some of the statues you made. They have the instinct to use extraordinary abilities and can accumulate spiritual energy by themselves. When you need them, they can directly release the corresponding spells."

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

  "Remember to write me a report about your experience and feedback. I will make some adjustments and then send this method of storing spells to the church."

  Mr. Huang said in a flat voice, as if he had done something insignificant.

  "I understand."

  Renekton looked at the tattoos on his spirit body and didn't expect it to be a beta version.

  "You need the prophet's characteristics. Just pray to me when you go back. If you need the insight's characteristics later, you need to exchange them with something of equal value. It is best to exchange other sequence characteristics that can be used as a channel."

  Renekton nodded slightly. He was not very surprised. There would not be too many characteristics of the saint level even in the seven major churches.

  Then he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the surrounding scene quickly retreated. When he came to his senses, his consciousness had returned to his real body.

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

  Soon, a round crystal-like object appeared in front of Renekton. There were many floating silk threads intertwined in the crystal, forming a symbol similar to the all-seeing eye.

  Holding this crystal in his hand, Renekton felt that there were some things without specific shapes in his eyes. They burst out from every object around him, densely packed, intertwined, and together formed a vast river with no visible beginning, end, or edge.

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

  Renekton murmured in a low voice, took out the small iron box that he had prepared long ago, put the crystal in it, and sealed it with the spiritual wall.

  Green Cemetery on the outskirts of the West District.

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

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

  The few of them were silent for a long time. After a long time, Lawrence sighed and said:

  "I should have died some time ago"

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

  Lawrence was silent for a moment, his voice was somewhat helpless and had a tragic meaning:

  "A strange extraordinary person saved me. He knew the ancestors very well. He proposed to provide certain help to the Abraham family, but the price would be paid by the ancestors after they returned."

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

  He sighed slightly, his tone weakened, and continued:

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

  "I contacted you to recommend Ms. Fors to you. She is a kind, good-hearted lady who values ​​friendship. She has been recognized by Anlisa, and now, she has been recognized by me. Once, it was Anlisa who led her into the extraordinary world."

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

  　Looking into the eyes of all living beings, the holy scar from the original land, the omniscient who serves the fool, the great Arrodes  Chapter 222 Amon's Tomb

  Dorian's voice was also tinged with a bit of solemnity, saying:

  "I have already done divination before I came here. However, from what you said, I was indeed not cautious enough."

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

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

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

  Dorian said to Fors in a gentle voice, interrupting her inner drama.

  "Ah? Okay, no problem."

  Fors came back to her senses and nodded quickly.

  Lawrence and Dorian tacitly did not mention the previous topic again, and instead asked Fors about the progress of digesting the potion, and then told her some common sense knowledge of the extraordinary world.

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

  Lawrence and Dorian fell silent again. After a long while, Lawrence spoke up:

  "When are you going to go back?"

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

  "Have you decided?"

  Lawrence nodded heavily and said:

  "Facing an ordinary mid-sequence Beyonder, we may still have some ways, but facing an unknown great existence, we can only choose to cooperate."

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

  "I don't know if this is a prophecy or what. But, I really want to know why our Abraham family has been cursed for thousands of years!"

  "Alas!" Dorian sighed. He also couldn't let go of this question.

  In the East District, in front of an apartment.

  A middle-aged man in old clothes came up to Renekton and asked kindly:

  "Sir, have you heard of the original creator?"

  The original creator? The image promoted by the Aurora Society? Is Zhen Zao preparing to move himself closer to the authority of the Creator? Is this sure not to lead to the resurrection of the former God in the body?

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

  After pondering for a moment, Renekton answered carefully:

  "I've heard of it."

  The middle-aged man in old clothes opposite him smiled and said:

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

  "Every church preaches this."

  Renekton responded while maintaining the expression on his face.

  The middle-aged man in old clothes had an unchanged expression and said with a smile:

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

  "No matter which church, the nobles and the rich will always have privileges."

  "The original creator is different. He exists in everyone and in everything. He treats every believer equally, no matter whether he is noble or humble. When he wakes up, he will lead every believer to a free and equal society."

  Have all the missionaries learned to pull down others now? But it's true. The Aurora Society was originally hostile to the seven major orthodox churches and the royal families of various countries. It is normal to pull down their enemies.

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

  Renekton smiled and shook his head, refusing the other party's continued missionary work.

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

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

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

  Rekton then wandered around the East District for a few rounds, and only left after confirming the current missionary situation of the Aurora Society in Backlund.

  Minsk Street, Cherwood District.

  When Rekton returned to his rented house, a gray carrier pigeon had already been waiting on the windowsill.

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

  "Your Excellency the Envoy of God, one of our bases was discovered by the official Beyonder and has been destroyed."

  "It's because the last time that Duke Negan was assassinated, the Loen officials pushed the blame on our Aurora Society. Oh, a bunch of hypocritical guys."     "But the royal family has given us some compensation. It will be easier for us to preach in places like the East District and the Dock District, which is more in our interest."

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

  "When you preach, be careful not to provoke the Storm Church. They are angry now. If they find you, they will attack you madly."

  "The targets of our preaching are all the lower-class people. Those who are used to being high and mighty will not notice this for a while."

  After the gray pigeon finished speaking, it fell down as if it had died, and the scarlet mouth torn between its chest and abdomen did not close.

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

  Why do I feel that I am getting more and more used to the identity of the Aurora Society's messenger.

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

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

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

  "An exchange of interests, the royal family is really amazing, and they deceived everyone without leaving a trace."

  He sighed casually, put the newspaper aside, and began to enjoy today's breakfast.

  Dongdong! Two consecutive short knocks on the door sounded.

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

  "I have a clue about the tomb of the Fourth Epoch Nobles. Are you interested?"

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

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

  In his impression, the only Fourth Epoch tombs near Backlund are the tomb left by Amon with a passage to the abyss, and the tomb of the Blood Emperor before he became a god, but the latter is under the control of the Loen royal family.

  There is also a relic with the Red Angel Evil Spirit, which is also a relic of the Fourth Epoch.

  "Ah?" Klein was a little surprised. "You know?"

  Renekton nodded gently and said,

  "I know a little. I am indeed interested. Which tomb do you want to explore?"

  "That is the tomb of the Amon family, but Amon is still alive. It is likely that He left a backup plan."

  "There are many special features left in it, some belonging to the Beyonders who died there, and some belonging to the Beyonders in the tomb. There may also be magical items."

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

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

  Renekton hit Klein, and after a little thought, he said,

  "However, I can ask the mysterious queen for help. With her around, the arrangements left by Amon should not pose a danger."

  "Indeed!" Klein nodded gently.

  He originally wanted to ask the other party to ask the mysterious queen to explore the tomb. When he heard Miss Sharon's description of the high-sequence strongman, he thought of the mysterious queen.

  The arrangement left by Amon might be dangerous, but it should be okay for the mysterious queen. Moreover, destroying the means left by Amon would be beneficial to him.

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

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

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

  "Invisible creatures roaming in the upper realm, strange spirits friendly to humans, and the messenger that belongs exclusively to Bernadette Gustav."

  As the spell was recited, nothing happened around.

  Klein looked at Renekton with some doubts and said,

  "That's it? The messenger?"

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

  Speedster? His presence was not very high, and Klein's spiritual intuition did not notice anything unusual.

  After a moment of contemplation, Renekton tilted his head slightly and said,

  "You'll know if you look at where the letter was placed."

  Klein looked over and saw that the place where a piece of letter was originally placed was now empty.

  "Has the messenger been here? When?" Klein asked curiously.

  Renekton shook his head slightly,

  "It should have come just after the spell was recited, but it was too fast and had a low presence, so we didn't notice its presence." Chapter 223 Cooperation with Bernadette

  Less than ten minutes after the messenger took the letter, in the living room, rows of emerald green vines dangled from the ceiling, covering the entire living room like a rainstorm.

  They intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, layer upon layer, with no top visible at all.

  "I thought your letter was a change of plan. The Aurora Society had just had a stronghold eliminated by official forces. It seems that it doesn't matter."

  "What about the ancient tomb of the nobles in the Fourth Epoch mentioned in your letter?"

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

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

  He raised his right hand and waved his hand. Starlight appeared, and layers of starlight fell around him, miraculously constructing a transparent and dazzling sofa.

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

  "Summoning the true creator is the most important thing for the Aurora Society. As for the base, the royal family of Loen will compensate for it."

  "The royal family. No wonder the Aurora Society has been so bold in preaching in the East District and the Dock District recently."

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

  "Ahem~" Klein cleared his throat and told Miss Sharon the information about the mausoleum left by Amon.

  "In the town of White Cliff, at the bend of the Stratford River, there is a hidden entrance to a mausoleum.

  At a gathering of Beyonders, a member who was good at ancient history determined through the items found during the initial exploration that the owner of the mausoleum belonged to the Tudor Dynasty of the Fourth Epoch, and the family name was Amon!

  They organized a strong enough team, hoping to completely excavate the mausoleum. They succeeded, but it never appeared again.

  The entrance to the mausoleum was later discovered by my friend through divination using the items left behind by a participant in the exploration, and then tracing back to the past."

  "The blasphemer family of Amon from the Tudor Dynasty of the Fourth Epoch? Why did you want to call me?"

  After a moment of hesitation, Bernadette's eyes fell on Renekton.

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

  Bernadette did not respond, and her eyes became sharper.

  "That is the arrangement left by Amon, and I don't know if He has a clone guarding it. I think there is probably one, and the sequence should not be high, but I don't want to face it."

  Shrugging his shoulders, Renekton expressed his concerns very honestly.

  Although there were no accidents when the Steam Church went to excavate the mausoleum, it was the Steam Church, with the God of Steam behind it, and their exploration method was very simple and crude, directly washing the ground with firepower, and any danger was strangled in the cradle.

  It was not certain if I went there myself, so it would be safer to call the mysterious queen.

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

  Renekton nodded slightly and said:

  "When I was in Feynaport, there was an unfriendly contact."

  Bernadette did not express her opinion, staring at the front, her eyes flashed, became extremely deep, and obviously lost focus, her eyes were blank.

  The prophecy of the prophet master can peek into the river of fate and the secrets of fate.

  After a short period of time, Bernadette's eyes regained calmness, and her voice was flat:

  "When do we set off?"

  "Anytime." Slightly surprised that the other party made a decision so quickly, Renekton nodded immediately.

  "Then now."

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

  Renekton and Klein looked at each other and then said,

  "You stay."

  "Okay." Klein nodded gently. If there really was an avatar of Amon in that mausoleum, then his secret would be exposed.

  He could still remove the parasites of other Tarot Club members, but if he was parasitized, he would be finished.

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

  After the pumpkin carriage drove away quickly for a distance, it sank into the void again.

  The surrounding forest formed by countless green and thick pea vines also disappeared quickly. Klein turned his head and looked around, and it turned back to the living room.

  White Cliff Town, Stratford Bay.

  A pumpkin carriage that looked like it came out of a fairy tale emerged from the spirit world, drove forward for a distance, and stopped at the river bank outside the bay.     Renekton and Bernadette walked out of the pumpkin carriage one after another, and then the carriage turned into a star-like light and disappeared on the spot.

  Retracting his sight, Renekton prepared to use the Eye of Secret to see the location of the entrance to the mausoleum.

  "This way."

  Bernadette said as she walked towards the entrance of the mausoleum.

  After passing the obstruction of a bush, a somewhat deep and dark cave appeared in front of the two.

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

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

  "No problem."

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

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

  A bright, pure, warm light appeared in the palm of his left hand. He gently pushed the light into the dark, deep cave, and it turned into a bright light like water waves, dispelling the darkness inside.

  A huge double-leaf stone door carved from marble was revealed. The stone door was pushed open to a gap large enough for two people of average size to walk side by side. Behind it were layers of black marble stairs.

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

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

  Renekton held the bone staff in his right hand, holding a bright but not dazzling light in his left and right hands, and walked side by side with Bernadette.

  All the way to the underground, they saw the asymmetrical stone pillars and knife-cut and axe-cut patterns that were very characteristic of the Quaternary.

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

  This stone door was also pushed open to allow two people to enter and exit side by side. Inside was a deep and bottomless place.

  "It seems that this is inside."

  Renekton stopped and said in a low voice while looking forward.

  Then he looked around again, but did not find anything valuable. Then he turned his eyes back to the stone door in front of him with a gap.

  Bernadette quietly looked at the mausoleum for a long time before she collected her thoughts and said in a flat voice:

  "How do you plan to start?"

  "Just do it, use the extraordinary ability to launch a range attack inside first."

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

  These flames exuded the majestic and pervasive aura of the sun, swarming in from the gap of the gray-white stone door. Countless golden flames continued, forming an ocean because of their density, pure and sacred.

  Inside the gray-white stone door, a piercing sound erupted, with screams, wails, and roars. It seemed that something inside wanted to break through the dense and continuous light fire.

  "Sun!" Renekton recited a dragon language unhurriedly.

  The surroundings were dyed golden, spreading out layer by layer, like ripples composed of layers of golden rays of light. Under Renekton's precise control, these golden brilliances poured into the gray-white stone door like a tide.

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

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

  This is the law of the fifth level of sequence!

  With the help of Sasriel, the iron-black glove with the characteristics of the Punishment Knight was transformed into a magical item with extremely high living characteristics by the pollution and flesh from the real creation, and was successfully herded by the bone staff.

  "The Hanged Man is an item at the level of a demigod. It has the pollution of the real creator. Even if that person has no ill will towards you, the influence from the higher level is still unavoidable. It is better to use this magical item less."

  Bernadette's eyes briefly lingered on the bone staff held by Renekton, and then warned.

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

  "Close your eyes!"

  Renekton immediately closed his eyes, and at the same time thought of what extraordinary ability the other party was going to use.

  Bernadette stepped closer to the gap in the stone door. Behind her, white, illusory feathers appeared, forming a pair of incomparable pure white wings.

  Bernadette's figure twisted, and dark cracks appeared on her body, and eyes without eyelashes grew out of them.

  These eyes were filled with madness and chaos. Everything around them froze for a moment, and it seemed that something was about to come out of everything around them. Chapter 224 Ghost Frame

  Bernadette walked into the gray-white stone door. Everything inside became crazy at this moment, as if seeing a great existence, it was uncontrollably polluted.

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

  Then she raised her right hand forward and condensed a dark ancient horn, which was extremely heavy and powerful.

  This is the horn of destruction. She gently put the horn to her lips, and a low humming sound with a strong sense of destruction came out of it, echoing in the mausoleum.

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

  Outside the gray-white stone door, Renekton was covered with a layer of armor composed of a hazy golden glow, isolating the sound of the horn full of destructive meaning.

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

  After walking a distance further, they came to a place similar to a hall.

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

  "Who are you?" The other person looked at Renekton with horror and asked loudly.

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

  With a slight sigh, Renekton raised his hand slightly with a heavy look, accumulated light, and condensed a spear that was extremely pure and extremely white, as if it was made of pure sunlight. The figure

  opposite, who looked exactly like Renekton, instantly became transparent and distorted, turning into a translucent human skin and swept away.

  Renekton's eyes and spirituality were fixed on the other party.

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

  Almost without any interval, the pure white spear pierced through the translucent human skin shadow. Immediately, the pure white spear expanded into a miniature sun that was extremely white enough to illuminate the city.

  This was one of the strongest attacks that Renekton could simulate, belonging to the Darkless Spear of the Darkless One of the Sun Path.

  Although the Darkless Spear used through simulation was much weaker than the original, it was still far superior to the Beyonder ability of the fifth level of Sequence.

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

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

  She was covered with a layer of invisible things, and the whole person seemed to have become something that did not exist at all. The miniature sun brought by the Darkless Spear and the attack of the shadow did not cause her the slightest harm.

  The next moment, a series of starlight ripples spread out from Bernadette's side.

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

  "Mystic scholar?" Renekton groaned. This ability to disintegrate objects silently and even evaporate their colors is very similar to the mystic scholars of the Perfection Path.

  Yes, she has an angel brother of the Perfection Path. Roselle was also an angel of this path. It is not surprising that she can analyze the blood of the mythical creatures of the knowledge mentor.

  In the short time that Renekton was thinking, the extraordinary creatures around were almost cleared out.

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

  An ancient spear with a bloody dark red burning suddenly penetrated its translucent body.

  It was directly torn apart and turned into countless fragments and fell down. Points of flickering light gradually emerged and began to gather.

  Renekton looked around with his eyes lingering with lavender light. There was no living creature inside the mausoleum except himself and Bernadette.

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

  Bernadette said in a cold and calm voice.

  Renekton nodded slowly and approached the colorless area where there was no more starlight. The ground here became fragile. Every step he took could hear the crackling sound of his feet.

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

  The corridor leading to the main tomb was occupied by human-skinned shadows and ancient ghosts.

  The Secret Eye allowed Renekton and Bernadette to see everything here from a distance.

  "Let me do it."

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

  The entire corridor was instantly closed by an invisible force.

  The two ancient ghosts and the human-skinned shadows sensed the danger and frantically attacked the invisible force that closed the surroundings.

  "Ghosts are prohibited here!"

  "Flying is prohibited here!"

  The two ancient ghosts suddenly became transparent and fell to the ground, becoming extremely weak.

  Renekton extended his bone staff, pointed at the human-skinned phantom that had also fallen to the ground, and whispered a sentence:

  "Death!"

  A not-so-bright light burst out from the front of the bone staff, dragging out a dark afterimage that hit the human-skinned phantom, hitting it accurately with an irresistible and unavoidable posture, and its body instantly exploded, turning into countless debris and flying ashes.

  "Release!" Renekton then lifted the confinement on the corridor.

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

  The spirits of the two ancient vengeful spirits burned into drops of liquid like candles, leaving only a little light that gradually condensed.     "You are very good at simulating the spells of the solar domain?"

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

  Renekton looked at Bernadette in confusion, not understanding why she brought up this issue, but he still responded:

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

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

  Then she pointed to a picture frame hanging seven or eight meters in front of her, which was brown and yellow in color, with obvious wood texture and only one side exposed, and said:

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

  "If the information I have read is correct, it is a ghost picture frame belonging to the Amon family. As long as you approach its range and are reflected by it, the spirit will be separated from the flesh and blood, becoming a portrait, and will be sealed in the painting forever."

  "Even if the portrait inside is replaced, there is no corresponding method to be rescued." As

  soon as the voice fell, Bernadette approached step by step.

  As she approached, her figure was reflected in the ghostly frame, but there was no portrait of Bernadette in it.

  It seemed that the rules of this sealed object could not apply to her at all.

  She stretched out her hand and grasped it in mid-air, and the bright starlight surged and quickly covered the frame.

  It immediately shrank and solidified, turning into a layer of completely opaque gray-white amber. The frame covered with gray-white amber trembled slightly for a few times, and then fell silent.

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

  In front of the main tomb was a black stone door full of knife-cut and axe-cut patterns, with a gray-white stone plate inlaid in the middle.

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

  "This is the emblem of the Amon family."

  Bernadette explained softly.

  Renekton nodded slightly and continued:

  "It has been changed to the asymmetrical style of the Black Emperor."

  "The Black Emperor? Do you know a lot about the Black Emperor?"

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

  "I know a little bit." Renekton immediately said:

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

  "This is the origin of the uneven distribution of these grids on the Amon family's coat of arms, and half of them are painted with shadows."

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

  Bernadette pondered with interest.

  "It is likely that it can."

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

  Bernadette did not respond. Her eyes became extremely deep at this moment, like the sea before a storm.

  This situation did not last long. After a few breaths, she recovered, but her face turned pale.

  After a short silence of two seconds, Bernadette looked at Renekton and said,

  "There is danger inside. It involves a very high level."

  After a little hesitation, Renekton said in a speculative tone,

  "The first sequence of the thief's path is called the Worm of Time. The theft at this stage can already temporarily steal time, anchors, and authority."

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

  Bernadette nodded lightly, and then directly pushed open the black stone door in front of her. After the stone door opened, there was an extremely spacious tomb.

  In the tomb, there were corpses in different clothes lying in all directions. Some were dressed as ordinary workers, and some wore black woolen coats and half-high silk hats. At first glance, they were people who had entered here in recent years.

  Without exception, they all had old faces and sparse white hair. It seemed that they died here because of old age, and they had just died not long ago and had not yet rotted.

  On the high platform in the center of the tomb, there was a dark black coffin. On the surrounding walls, there were iron black lamp stands, holding white candles that were still burning quietly.

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

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

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

  "There is a passage connecting to the abyss in there. Remember to destroy it after entering."

  "Take the osteotomy staff, I can bless you with my own status and reduce the probability of your time being stolen." Taking

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

  "Do you have a way to avoid your own time being stolen?"

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  Bernadette nodded slightly and handed the gray-white amber that sealed the ghost picture frame to Renekton.

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

  Sage forehead ornament? Renekton looked at the ornament in Bernadette's hand with curiosity:

  the core was a vertical eye inlaid with diamonds, shining with pure light, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling, but it seemed quite indifferent and without warmth.

  Bernadette took the sage forehead ornament in her hand, paused for a while, and then gently touched her forehead.

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

  Renekton reminded her hurriedly when he saw this.

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

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

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

  An invisible curtain covered the picture frame, isolating it from the surroundings.

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

  On the metal lamp holders on the wall, candles burned quickly, and the flames became extremely bright, but soon reached the end of their lives and melted away.

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

  In just a few seconds, the main tomb became dim.

  Seeing this, Renekton stepped into the main tomb, rubbing his fingers at the same time, creating several bright golden flames around him.

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

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

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

  it was a portrait of Amon.

  Black eyes, black curly hair, wide forehead, thin face, wearing a black peaked soft hat and the most iconic crystal monocle!

  "He is also quite narcissistic."

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

  "Can you seal this painting?"

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

  "Okay."

  After getting Sasriel's answer, Renekton handed the gray-white amber in his hand that sealed the ghost frame to Bernadette, and took the portrait of Amon with his other hand.

  After taking the portrait of Amon, Renekton immediately took the bone staff from his waist and stuck it on.

  A layer of dark and sticky shadow quickly spread out from the bone staff, turning into a dark curtain, tightly wrapping the portrait of Amon.

  Bernadette also quickly took off the sage's forehead ornament. Her face turned pale. It seemed that using this magical item was also very stressful for her.

  The most dangerous things here have been sealed up. Renekton said in a relaxed tone:

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

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

  Renekton followed and manipulated several bright golden flames to spread out and illuminate the surrounding environment.

  The murals that originally existed on the wall had large patches of mottled spots due to the accelerated flow of time just now. Most of the murals were damaged. Even with the reasoning ability of the occult instructor, Renekton could not restore too many details of the murals.

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

  The murals on the dome still retain their colors. The

  murals depict a towering mountain range. On the highest peak, a cross stands taller than the mountain.

  The cross is covered with layers of light, making it look extremely sacred.

  In front of it, a majestic and tall figure appears vaguely, and the mountain range is like a pet crawling at its feet.

  Renekton instantly thought of the war between gods. Whether it was the goddess or Amon, they all changed their bodies to the size of a hill.

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

  "You in this mural are not realistic, right?"

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

  "It can be said that when fighting, he will show this form"

  "Whether it is a giant, a dragon, or an immortal bird, they are all mythical creatures of huge bodies. This huge posture makes it easier for me to fight."

  Bernadette's eyes have been withdrawn from the mural. She is thinking about what Renekton just said.

  The look in his eyes was dim and unclear, as if he was deep in thought. After a long while, he spoke:

  "Are the Ancient Sun God and the True Creator the same person? Or, to be more precise, the same God?"

  "To a certain extent, they are the same. The True Creator is the embodiment of the Ancient Sun God's negative personality and extreme emotions, but he also inherited humanity and went crazy."

  Renekton nodded slightly and gave an affirmative answer.     "The evil spirit of the ancient sun god?" Bernadette's eyes flashed, and she tentatively gave a guess.

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

  Bernadette did not ask further questions, she just happened to have this association, and asked casually.

  The conversation between the two people now, the true will of the creator living in each other must be heard, and it is disrespectful to discuss this topic.

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

  The baby on the left had slightly curly black hair, and the one on the right had light golden hair.

  One of them had black eyes, and the other had golden eyes.

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

  "Amon."

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

  "Amon's brother." Renekton spoke first.

  Bernadette was silent for a moment, then she murmured softly:

  "Audience?"

  After only a second or two of silence, she looked at the mural again, at the giant with chains, and the dragon with its feet bound, unable to land forever.

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

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

  "This is what my father once complained to me."

  "This is what all churches do." Renekton replied in a flat voice.

  Bernadette did not continue the topic, as if it was just her momentary sigh.

  Withdrawing her gaze from the mural, she spoke in a slightly pondering voice:

  "That brother of Amon, his authority came from the dragon, and the authority of the giants was left by the ancient sun god himself?"

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

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

  "If you know the answer."

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

  "This involves the sequence."

  After saying this in a low voice, Renekton turned around and followed Bernadette's steps.

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

  Bernadette stood quietly in front of the stone door, her eyes became extremely deep, lost focus, and her eyes were blank.

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

  "This is the door to the abyss."

  "Step back a little."

  Bernadette reminded, and then she stepped back a few steps, raised her hand and grabbed in the void, dragging out an ancient-style spear, which was burning with balls and balls of blood from the tip to the handle. The

  dark red spear sank into the stone door with a breath of destruction, and then countless cracks appeared, and there was a faint black mist as sticky as liquid spreading out.

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

  One after another, stars emerged, densely packed and dazzling.

  These stars cast one after another, intersecting into a magnificent pillar of light, completely covering the stone door that only outlined the outline.

  It began to dissolve under the starlight, collapse and dissipate, as if it had never existed.

  "Okay."

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

  Renekton nodded slightly, and said in a rather pleasant voice:

  "Let's pick up some of the harvest. Although there are no demigod-level characteristics, the materials of those monsters, as well as the characteristics and magical items left by these extraordinary people, can be regarded as a great harvest."

  Bernadette summoned several invisible servants, and they began to pick up items and characteristics one by one along the route the two had taken.

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

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

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

  Seeing Renekton looking over, she turned the topic back to the previous question and answer:

  "What you just said about the sequence, is it related to the adjacent path?"