50

 Chapter 246: Restarting Destiny

  "I need you to take me to the East District."

  The beautiful lady murmured in a low voice.

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

  "I came, I saw, I recorded."

  The pages of the book turned quickly, and soon stopped at one of the pages, and then a light blue and illusory light burst out.

  These lights instantly penetrated the figure of the lady, making her blur quickly, and then invisible, disappearing in the hall.

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

  "The Lord who created everything, the master behind the shadow curtain, the fallen nature of all living beings."

  "Your devout believer prays to you."

  "Pray for your coming."

  In the hidden space, Bernadette frowned slightly and looked at the place where Ms. Despair left, and said in a voice that could not tell whether she was happy or angry:

  "The Witch of Despair, she is going to the East District to create a large-scale disaster."

  Renekton nodded slightly and said,

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

  "The Aurora Society has become the best chess piece. Even if they know they are being used, they will not refuse for the coming of the real creator."

  Bernadette turned her head and looked at Renekton. Her eyes paused for a moment, and she was silent for a moment before she spoke:

  "Are you trying to tell me that even if there was no event of the coming of the real creator planned by the Aurora Society, the disaster that should have happened would still have come, right?"

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

  "Don't you feel a sense of separation? It's like the separation between sensibility and rationality."

  Renekton frowned slightly and sighed:

  "Perhaps the White Tower is good at thinking in a rational manner!"

  Poor excuses, even I can't fool myself. Maybe my divinity has already begun to crush humanity, but the divine me is still me, so I adapt so naturally.

  Bernadette turned her eyes away and didn't comment on it.

  In the East District, in a quiet and deserted alley corner.

  The figure of Ms. Despair quickly emerged.

  She walked out of the alley and looked up at the sky. The afternoon sun was obscured by heavy clouds and fog, becoming pale and dim. There

  was also some not-so-dense light yellow fog. They sank and floated in every place in Backlund, with a slightly choking smell, cold and moist.

  Unfortunately, it hasn't waited until the worst of the smog. Sighing slightly in her heart, she walked forward very slowly, as if wandering in a sea of ​​fog.

  The fog in the places she passed by was barely noticeable and even stained with a little iron black.

  "Let despair spread in this city. There are not many such opportunities. Maybe it can completely digest the remaining magic potion in my body."

  She whispered softly and walked through a street.

  Behind her, someone began to cough violently, and kept coughing. The cough was so violent that he fell to the ground.

  The poor people around began to panic and wanted to retreat and stay away from here, but the next moment, they also covered their throats and began to cough uncontrollably, coughing until they couldn't breathe.

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

  "Xiu, I have a very uneasy feeling."

  In the rented house, Fors looked at his friend Xiu with a somewhat uneasy expression.

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

  "Fors, is the smog outside the window a bit more serious, and the color is a bit strange."

  Fors turned her head and looked, what she saw was a thick fog that blurred her vision more than ten meters away, and it was also stained with strange light yellow and iron black colors.

  The spiritual warning appeared without any signs, and Fors subconsciously closed the window in front of her. She

  turned her head and looked at other places, walked over quickly, and closed all the doors and windows one by one.

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

  "This fog gives me a very bad premonition."

  Mr. A was in the hall where he was summoning the real creator to descend.

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

  It was full of decadence, filth, and strong resentment of unwillingness.

  Just by holding it in his hand, Renekton felt the sound of a baby crying echo in his ears, pricking his nerves and polluting his mind.

  "What is this? Something that belongs to the true creator?"

  Bernadette frowned slightly. The strange umbilical cord in the other party's hand was too evil. Her intuition even prevented her from using the Eye of Prying to explore it.     "Once in Tingen, the umbilical cord of the descendant of the True Creator."

  "Due to the interference of 0-08, Ince Zangwill lost it and I just happened to pick it up by accident."

  Renekton explained softly, and then threw the evil baby umbilical cord in his hand to the altar in front.

  The hidden barrier seemed to be non-existent in front of it, and it easily penetrated and fell directly on the altar.

  Buzz!

  A sharp buzzing sound suddenly sounded, just like pouring a bucket of cold water into boiling hot oil. The breath of the True Creator in the altar shook violently, surrounded by layers of brilliance.

  "Give your life for the Lord's coming."

  Mr. A's voice suddenly sounded.

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

  Their skin quickly shriveled and tightly wrapped around the bones, like a weathered corpse.

  Mr. A's tall and thin figure stood in front of the altar. He took off his hood, revealing his beautiful and weird face.

  Then his chest, abdomen, shoulders, and thighs were crawling with flesh and blood, which looked sticky and disgusting.

  The surrounding light was filled with transparent and illusory figures, overflowing with numbness, despair, pain, and repression.

  The changes here seemed to resonate with the real creator in a distant unknown place. The terrifying, magnificent, and corrupt power was wrapped in an unstoppable will, tearing through layers of barriers and descending here.

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

  The next moment, a figure in a black double-breasted long dress broke through the wall and broke into the hall.

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

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

  The strange environment around him, the madness displayed by Mr. A, and the ongoing horror ritual, all stimulated Klein's nerves.

  The strong sense of crisis made him unable to think too much. He followed his intuition, took out the revolver on his waist, and fired continuously.

  In a hurry, he also threw out a brass key with an ancient shape.

  "No problem." Bernadette whispered with doubt.

  She meant that Klein's sudden intrusion and subconscious destruction behavior did not detect any interference from unexpected factors during the whole process.

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

  His figure instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made up of countless starlight.

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

  The stars in the sky began to gather again. Before Renekton could reveal himself, an unexpected coincidence occurred.

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

  Driven by the bullet, the master key escaped the interception of the starlight and fell to the layers of brilliance on the altar.

  A transparent and illusory book appeared in front of Mr. A, and a chanting voice was transmitted to the minds of everyone present:

  "I came, I saw, I recorded."

  The time around seemed to be frozen for a moment, and a huge illusory scaleless snake, which was formed by a series of complex mercury-colored symbols, appeared in the sky.

  The giant snake had dense patterns and symbols on its body, forming a series of connected wheels, and each wheel had different logos around it.

  Its eyes were bright red and cold, and it looked down at everything below with indifference.

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

  At the moment of connecting the ends, it seemed as if countless illusory rivers converged around them, evolving into a vague, unreal, slowly rotating giant wheel.

  Everything around them seemed to be rewound, returning to the time before the magic-breaking bullet hit the master key.

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

  Renekton's figure reunited from the starlight, holding the ancient master key in his hand, and whispered to himself:

  "The recorder can also record the restart of the mercury snake? Is he really Mr. A?"

  "This is not a recorded extraordinary ability, but a restart performed by Ouroboros himself. Mr. A is just a medium."

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

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

  Klein put away the revolver again and spoke awkwardly. Chapter 247 The True Creator

  Mr. A in front of the altar has closed his eyes again. He raised his hands halfway, with an open-armed embrace, and chanted loudly in the ancient Hermetic language:

  "The Lord who created everything;

  the master behind the curtain of shadows;

  the fallen nature of all living beings.

  Your devout believers pray for your coming;

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

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

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

  Seeing that the ceremony of the True Creator's coming entered the final stage, Renekton handed the master key to Klein and said:

  "Leave here first, the next scene is not something you can watch."

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

  The royal family should be dealing with the problem of Triss's escape. Aurora will summon the True Creator. What is the Witch Cult doing? Klein felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if something big was happening.

  He used fire jumps from time to time to speed up his pace away from here. The master key had been sealed in an iron cigarette box he carried with him.

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

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

  Behind him appeared an illusory, flowing shadow filled with corruption, filth, and mutation. Behind this curtain-like shadow, something was about to rush out.

  The illusory shadow gradually solidified, covering Mr. A's body, turning it into a dark, sticky, and corrupted "ocean".

  The shadows in the hall quickly became active, and the unwilling resentment and long-accumulated negative emotions gradually became substantial under the pollution of corruption, filth, mutation and other powers.

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

  While He was still adapting to his body, Renekton whispered the honorific name of the Hidden Sage:

  "The sage who sees into the world, the eyes that peek into the truth, the incarnation of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

  "I pray to you;"

  "Pray for the hidden power. "

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

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

  It was a bit like the mysterious reappearance of the Utopia I used before. Coincidence? Or is this a higher-level use of that mysterious reappearance?

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

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

  Bernadette gently touched it to her forehead, and the next moment, her body became ethereal. , decomposed into a stream of complex knowledge, and turned into a pure information flow creature.

  With the blessing of the hidden sage, she can fully call upon the power of the sage's forehead ornament in a short period of time and exert the strength of a sequence two.

  The information flow that Bernadette turned into did not re-aggregate into her body, but reflected one star after another in the air, densely packed and dazzling.

  These stars cast one ray of brilliance after another, converging into a magnificent pillar of light, covering the entire hall.

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

  The activated shadows in the hall collapsed instantly. The darkness in the hall was transformed into a dark one, which in turn infected the brilliance scattered from the air.

  For a moment, the darkness in the hall was reflected by the bright spots. The cold, temperatureless light and the dark as solid corroded each other.

  Renekton's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a bright starry sky appeared in his eyes.

  The next moment, his body became ethereal for a moment, and turned into a statue formed by countless starlight. Only the bone staff in his hand remained the same.

  The darkness and bright starlight around him ignored him, as if he was a thing that did not exist.

  Renekton took a light step forward and stopped when he was close to the center of the hall. The statue-like body made of bright starlight leaned back slightly, with his arms half open, as if embracing the sun.

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

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

  The power of the sun domain caused great damage to the darkness full of filth, corruption and mixed negative emotions, and they were constantly melted.

  But the dark darkness that covered everything seemed unaffected, and it seemed to be able to swallow even the light.     In the center of this dark place, where Mr. A had been standing before, a huge cocoon wrapped in dark liquid evaporated by the blazing light, revealing the huge human figure inside.

  He has three heads. In addition to the handsome face on his neck that is somewhat similar to Mr. A, there are two heads covered with shadows on both shoulders, one young and one old.

  The head in the middle has its eyes and lips tightly closed, and its expression is peaceful, as if it is waiting for death to come.

  The heads on the left and right shoulders are hideous and crazy, and they want to vent their own power and madness.

  An incredibly beautiful female phantom quietly emerges, she closes her eyes tightly, and seems to fall into a deep sleep that can never wake up.

  This figure gradually overlaps with the incarnation of the real Creator, and He has an uncontrollable sleepiness on him, and is about to fall into a sleepless sleep.

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

  Immediately, another layer of starlight rippled out, washing away pieces of dark debris from the body of the True Creator.

  The entire hall began to disintegrate silently under the wash of starlight, turning into pieces of debris, and even the colors around it were evaporating rapidly.

  The bone staff held in Renekton's hand automatically extended a spiritual and flesh blade as long as an arm from the end, and there was a little bit of brass light wandering on the top of the bone staff, as if looking for the most suitable entry point.

  It was a prophet's characteristic that was used in the form of grazing.

  As an incarnation differentiated from the True Creator, Sasriel was very skilled in using the characteristics of adjacent paths.

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

  originally drowsy giant human figure suddenly woke up, and the heads on his shoulders struggled violently, and the surrounding darkness was agitated in an instant.

  He wanted to distort reality with words to create a spiritual effect, but he couldn't make any sound.

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

  The next moment, pure and clear light burst out from the dazzling sun, illuminating every corner around, turning it into a dark place without a trace. The surrounding area became a dark-free country at this moment.

  The information streams reassembled into the figure of Bernadette in mid-air. She held a pale mask with a metallic luster in her hand.

  The mask only had holes in the eyes, and there were no gaps in other places.

  Bernadette immediately put it on her face, and her body began to die little by little. The smell of decay and decay emanated from her body from the inside out.

  She raised her right hand slightly, and a very complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol was materialized in front of the real creator. Within this range, all things and concepts will inevitably come to an end, and even death itself will disappear.

  The aura of the incarnation of the true creator was also decaying bit by bit, as if he was striding towards the end of death.

  The two heads on his shoulders also quickly became decayed and mottled. His huge body, which seemed to be made of shadows, kept dropping fragments and cracking. Between the cracks, tiny pale white hairs grew.

  Then, dark and sticky liquid gushed out, layer after layer, fighting against the erosion of decay and decay.

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

  The incarnation of the true creator raised his head slightly and raised his arms, as if waiting for the arrival of death.

  Sensing the danger that was fatal, the two heads on his shoulders tried desperately to struggle, but they could not take shape under the seal created by the pale death.

  This was the tacit cooperation that they had deduced countless times before!

  The pure, blazing white, hot, and dazzling sun crashed directly into the incarnation of the real Creator.

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

  The blazing white flooded everything, whether it was the brilliance or the darkness, and there was a little bit of brass light emerging.

  Under an inexplicable guidance, all the weaknesses of the real Creator were revealed, and all the power was attacking in the most reasonable, fastest, and most labor-saving way.

  He was constantly destroyed and disappeared bit by bit.

  The area hidden by the hidden sage was all covered by dazzling, scorching white.

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

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

  She stared at the area in front of her that seemed normal, and a purple light flashed in her eyes. In her field of vision, the originally normal area was covered by a blazing white light, and everything in that area was rapidly disintegrating.  Chapter 248 Actions of All Parties

  In the area isolated by the Hidden Sage, the blazing white that engulfed everything was fading quickly.

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

  A huge cross shadow immediately emerged, with scarlet liquid dripping from it. The surrounding void seemed to be echoed with countless sounds of weeping and praying, and the sacred atmosphere spread in an instant.

  On the other side, pea vines suddenly emerged from the ground under Bernadette's feet, turning into thick green vines, carrying Bernadette to the sky.

  The green and thick pea vines covered the surrounding area like a rainstorm. They intertwined and quickly formed a forest, layer upon layer, and the top could not be seen at all.

  In the space created by the mysterious reappearance, she held the sage's forehead ornament in one hand and the pale death in the other.

  Quietly closed her eyes, as if she was feeling something.

  After a moment, she used Pale Death to shatter the Sage's forehead ornament, and dots of light blue light emerged and began to gather.

  She summoned an invisible servant, took the potion materials that had been prepared long ago, and handed over Pale Death. The invisible servant slowly disappeared into reality with the mask.

  Under her control, the materials floated in the air one by one, and then sank into the glass bottle in an orderly manner. Finally, it was the Sage's characteristics that had just gathered.

  A bottle of Sage potion with countless patterns and mysterious symbols floating was prepared. Bernadette just stared at it, took the glass bottle, and drank the potion inside.

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

  Every twinkling star is constructed by vast information. She felt that she had also turned into a stream of information. The complex and vast information around her made her gradually lost.

  In reality, dark cracks appeared on Bernadette's body one after another, and cold eyes without eyelashes grew in the cracks, and finally collapsed into countless information torrents.

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

  Relying on the connection established between herself and the information from the spiritual world, Bernadette initially stabilized her consciousness and gradually gathered the divergent and fading torrents of information from the body.

  In the underground building where the real creator descended.

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

  With the death of the incarnation of the real creator, the scarlet and squirming flesh and blood that was living on Renekton left his body.

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

  This made the dark figure, which had just solidified, suddenly become much more ethereal. He said with a slightly sleepy voice:

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

  "I will continue to live in you for the next few days."

  As soon as the voice fell, his whole body turned into a ball of flowing dark liquid, gradually gathering in the shadow under Renekton's feet.

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

  Retracting his gaze, Renekton looked at the place where Sasriel had stood before. The characteristics he had just recovered were not only from the incarnation of the real creator, but also from his bone staff that he had not used for a long time.

  Phew~ Forget it, the bone staff was originally given by the real creator. It's gone, so it's gone. At least the prophet's characteristics were returned to me.

  Sighing secretly, Renekton stepped forward, and under his feet was a barrier made of brilliant starlight.

  As his figure sank into the spirit world, the surrounding brilliant starlight all collapsed and shattered in a crash, and finally turned into dots of starlight and dissipated.

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

  An old man with a slightly arrogant look walked out.

  There were many silver threads in his black hair, and he didn't have much beard on his face. He just floated quietly in the air, as if he was seeing something from the traces at the scene.

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

  He was the founder of the country engraved on the golden list of Loen, William Augustus I!

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

  "What did you find?"

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

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

  The arrogant old man restrained his arrogant look in front of the person he called His Majesty, and answered with a slightly pondering tone.

  "I'll leave this matter to you to investigate."

  The dignified middle-aged man nodded slightly and said something, then he tore the space in front of him violently again and left.

  The slightly arrogant old man also looked around for a while and left quickly.

  The East District, the dock area, and the factory area are the main outbreak sites of smog.

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

  Those who have come into contact with them are also infected with the plague in a very short time and die quickly. Even adults and children who are still in good health have slight discomfort.

  At this time, these light yellow and iron-black mists are like the "God of Death" who have descended, ruthlessly harvesting one life after another.     Cherwood District, Holy Wind Cathedral.

  Visible storms gathered here quickly, and then an unimaginable hurricane swept eastward.

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

  Dry branches fell to the ground, and dust and soil flew into the air, drifting away with the fog.

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

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

  The strong wind swept across Backlund fiercely, and the smog in the East District and the factory area became much lighter, and the discomfort of the healthy people was finally relieved.

  Boom! Boom!

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

  They soon subsided, and the clattering rain began to wash the earth.

  Destiny was standing at the corner of two houses, avoiding the fierce hurricane just now. Looking at the clearer sky, he murmured:

  "Disasters always come in unexpected ways."

  "Chaos Walker. The Warden of Chaos and Madness"

  sighed and walked slowly towards the East District.

  Although he accelerated the church's response speed through some influence, it could not prevent the disaster from happening.

  East District.

  The desperate lady in a pure white simple robe sat in a carriage, listening leisurely to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass windows.

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

  A pale yellow paper man that was carried here by the strong wind suddenly burned in the air.

  A mysterious symbol that looked like layers of overlapping doors was outlined in the air, and the surrounding void spread out like water waves, and a "door" was opened.

  Renekton stepped out, and his eyes were locked on the desperate witch Panatia sitting in the carriage from the beginning.

  With the luck that Destiny had asked for in advance, I could easily meet her by coincidence.

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

  These flames exuded the majestic and diffuse breath of the sun, and because of their density, they formed an ocean, completely surrounding the carriage where Panatia was.

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

  Several crystal, emitting a biting cold icicles shot out and instantly penetrated Renekton's body, just like passing through a residual image, leaving no trace.

  "We meet again, Ms. Panatia."

  Renekton's figure quietly emerged from the other side, and he greeted the other party calmly.

  "How did you find me?"

  Panatia lifted a few drooping hairs and said in a charming voice.

  Her movements, demeanor, and tone were so natural, as if the brief fight just now had never happened, and she exuded her charm without any scruples.

  A hint of light blue quietly emerged in Renekton's eyes, and his rationality took the lead.

  "The guidance of fate." Renekton said softly.

  "Fate."

  Panatia's smile just rose, and the next moment she was surrounded by more blazing light and fire.

  The black and golden flames entangled with each other, sacred and corrupt, with a strange beauty. What am I thinking? The charm of a demigod-level witch is really terrible.

  Renekton suddenly shook his head, and in his rational state, he was silently affected.

  The next moment, he raised his right hand, and the light continued to accumulate in his hand, condensing into a spear that was extremely pure and extremely white, as if it was made of pure sunlight.

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

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

  The expected ice crystals, sparks, and steam did not appear.

  The moment they came into contact, they disappeared silently, and no one knew where they went.

  The hidden authority! It came so quickly. Renekton's eyes fixed and he turned to look to his left.

  There was a beautiful woman with a dull expression, wearing a hooded classical robe. Chapter 249 The Secret Angel

  Renekton felt that the secret angel in front of him seemed to glance at him, although his dull expression did not seem very obvious.

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

  "Good afternoon, ma'am."

  The beautiful and dull-looking woman nodded slightly in response, and then turned her eyes to the witch opposite.

  Angel! . The pupils of the lady of despair shrank slightly. She must be an angel to be able to eliminate all the attacks just now silently.

  Her eyes focused, and layers of black flames suddenly rose around her body. At the same time, she began to create occult viruses and bacteria, spreading diseases and plagues.

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

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

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

  She saw her left hand disappearing centimeters by centimeters, and spreading upwards at a very fast speed, which was difficult to stop.

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

  In the air, it expanded into a figure that looked exactly like Renekton, but with cold eyes and no emotion.

  He half raised his right hand and quickly condensed a spear of ancient style, with balls of blood burning from the tip to the handle.

  In the horrified eyes of the lady of despair, the spear directly penetrated her chest, shattering the flesh and blood in her chest and the living heart.

  Her eyes were full of fear and despair, her life quickly withered, and her expression was forever frozen at this moment.

  This is a kind of mysterious reappearance mastered by Renekton, a kind of "Lance of Longinus" with stronger attack power.

  Renekton turned to look at the hidden angel beside him, and asked in a slightly inquiring voice:

  "Can I take away the characteristics of the Desperate Witch?"

  The soft, beautiful and dull hidden angel looked back at Renekton, without words or movements. His pupils were dark and dark, as if hiding a pure darkness without light.

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

  Renekton waved his hand slightly embarrassedly and obeyed the will of his heart. If he lost a witch, there would be other witches. There was no need to provoke this big guy.

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

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

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

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

  The dazed Hidden Angel in front of him pulled the hood of his classical robe, and Renekton felt that the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if he had left the noisy and chaotic streets and was moving forward in a hidden world.

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

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

  Triss did not run straight to the Tussock River and escape along the water as others thought, or go to the nearest railway and climb the train.

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

  After leaving the ritual hall for summoning the True Creator, Klein rushed out of the ruins and found that he was actually in a mountain. The surrounding peaks made the area extremely hidden.

  After just a glance, he ran all the way without hesitation. Behind him was the incarnation of the True Creator and the battlefield of the two angels. He just ran as far as he could.

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

  After running for a distance, he met the witch Triss who had returned to Backlund, and the two looked at each other.

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

  This is a metropolis with a huge population, various secret forces, and many extraordinary people. Only then can I avoid the subsequent tracking of the witch sect!

  Thinking of this, she looked at Klein obscurely. Moreover, the terrible old butler Finkel may appear at any time. Taking this detective who is also an extraordinary person with me may delay some time for me at a critical moment.

  Klein looked at the witch opposite him as if he had realized something, and said in a calm, almost indifferent tone:

  "What are you thinking about?"

  Hearing this, Triss looked at the detective sitting opposite her and said with a charming smile:

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

  ." "No." Klein refused succinctly.

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

  When her vision returned to normal, she found that she had left the public carriage in a calm manner and was standing beside the muddy road in the suburbs. Opposite her was the detective whose eyes had changed from confusion to horror and vigilance.

  Triss's pupils shrank rapidly, and she looked around vigilantly.

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

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

  Cold sweat soaked her forehead, and her legs trembled violently, but she couldn't move at all.

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

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

  The violent psychological fluctuations made her not notice that the alert expression on the face of the detective next to her had relaxed.

  "Good afternoon, both of you. Don't you want to say hello?"

  Renekton said this to Klein, and winked at him.

  Say hello? What do you mean? Do I need to pretend to be familiar with the other party? You can't ask me to make friends with this terrifying aura.

  Klein looked at the beautiful face without any expression. The black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked spirituality. His heart couldn't help but pounding wildly.

  All kinds of thoughts swirled in Klein's mind for a second or two, and then he gathered his thoughts. He took off the half-high silk hat on his head, placed it across his chest, and bowed slightly, saying:

  "Good afternoon, ma'am~"

  When he straightened his back, he saw the beautiful but dull, expressionless woman's mouth slowly twitched, curled up, and revealed a smile.

  Smile? Smile at me? Klein was stunned. He couldn't understand why this big man, who was not sure whether he was a saint or an angel, smiled at him.

  The next moment, Renekton and the beautiful but expressionless woman disappeared together.

  Klein and Triss both felt relieved, especially Triss, who almost thought she was dead just now.

  "They're gone."

  "Even on those high-ranking witches, I have never felt such a terrifying pressure. She might even be "He""

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

  Everything just now seemed like the most real illusion. When she lowered her head, she was shocked to find that the sapphire ring on her left little finger had been shattered into pieces and lost all its color.

  Snap, snap, snap, the ring and the gem debris fell one after another.

  Klein, who was standing by, watched this scene with his eyes slightly narrowed. Was the target of that terrifying existence this ring that was suspected to be a level 0 seal? Perhaps this ring was not as simple as it seemed, after all, this witch had changed her name to Chick.

  In the barren fields outside the city, Finkel, the old butler beside Prince Edessak, was running away quickly.

  The hat on his head had long disappeared, and his meticulously groomed gray hair had fallen down in a mess, and the surface of his clothes was all muddy.

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

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

  A woman wearing a hooded classical robe with a dull expression on her face, followed by a young man wearing a brown trench coat and gold-rimmed glasses.

  "Has the royal family started to purge you and is ready to sever ties with you? Or is the Church of Storms taking action?"

  Renekton murmured as he looked at the old butler Finkel in front of him.

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

  "Has the conqueror characteristics promised by the royal family to the Witch Cult been transferred?"

  Renekton asked another question.

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

  Unfortunately, this could not change his fate. His entire body was like a pencil drawing on paper, erased bit by bit by the eraser, without any residue. Chapter 250 The Fiery Witch

  The Witch of Pain Panatia and the old housekeeper Finkel were both wiped out of the secret town by the Goddess of Night. Renekton had to turn around and look at the secret angel sent by the goddess.

  Taking a deep breath, Renekton asked with a little trepidation:

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

  He was a little unsure of the attitude of the Goddess of Night. He could only hope that the other party acted so cleanly and neatly, and must have known the whereabouts of the Conqueror's characteristic.

  The secret angel in front of him did not move or speak. His dull expression did not change at all, as if this angel's body could not express these expressions at all, but was just an empty shell.

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

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

  Renekton followed the Hidden Angel out of the Hidden World. The light around him suddenly dimmed. Something seemed to be changing silently in this area.

  He shook his shoulders slightly. Just then, he felt a chill in his heart, as if he was surrounded by misfortune and fear.

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

  She was wearing an exaggerated and complicated red dress, but her snow-white skin was always exposed in the right places, outlining her graceful figure. Her fiery red hair was casually draped behind her. Her facial features were very good, and she had a heroic feeling.

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

  She looked a little dazed, and then fell out of the mirror world.

  The next moment, she came to her senses, raised her eyes in astonishment, and her eyes were fixed on the Hidden Angel in front of Renekton.

  Without any hesitation, she took a step back and tried to re-enter the mirror world. But she came up empty-handed!

  She turned her head in surprise. The mirror behind her disappeared silently without her knowing when. The surrounding environment was also terrifyingly quiet.

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

  While thinking, he glanced in front of his side. It was empty. Hmm? Where is the hidden angel?

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

  Is God's descent reaching its limit? Or does He think this is enough? After a little contemplation in his heart, Renekton's eyes were turned back to the witch opposite.

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

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

  "Don't try, this is a secret world, not connected to the world in the mirror, you can't get out."

  "Secret world, who was that just now? He seems to have left you here. What? Have you offended Him?"

  After a moment's hesitation, the witch quickly adjusted her expression, and while testing with words, she spread occult viruses and bacteria in this secret world.

  Renekton lowered his head slightly, and his expression could not be seen clearly. The next moment, he raised his head again, and a light blue fluorescence was reflected in his eyes.

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

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

  The surroundings seemed to have entered a dark country, and the viruses and bacteria in the air began to be quickly restricted and purified.

  "The kid is quite cautious!"

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

  "Your bright red hair is a bit dazzling. Did you jump from the Hunter Path to the Witch Path?"

  "Is it because the team for the Iron Knight Promotion Ceremony is too difficult to lead, so you chose the Witch?"

  Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. He had remembered why the other person looked familiar to him. She looked a bit like Thea. He even suspected that they were blood relatives.

  The expression on the witch's face in front of him froze for a while, but soon slowed down and said,

  "There is a sequence called Provocateur in the Hunter Path. I think it suits you very well."

  "Thank you for the compliment. Is your last name Soren or Einhorn?"

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

  The red-haired witch's expression froze again. She reached out and brushed her chin, accidentally touching the necklace made of different colored gems on her neck, as if she was thinking about whether to kill the guy who had repeatedly provoked her.

  Immediately, she no longer hid her malice, and her voice was still charming, but full of murderous intent:

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

  The witch who was promoted from hunter seemed to be more attractive, especially for men. She knows your body better than you do. What am I thinking, calm down and be rational.

  "There is a big man who wants the Conqueror's characteristics in your hand. He entrusted me to take it. I think you won't mind, right?"

  Rekton regained his thoughts with the rationality of a reader, and said calmly.

  "Big man? Why don't you let Him take it himself?"

  Although the witch in front of her was puzzled about how Renekton knew about the Conqueror's characteristics, it did not prevent her from refusing.

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

  "He said, no problem!"     The secret angel did not leave. The witch's pupils shrank slightly, and layers of blazing black and red flames suddenly rose around her. Her red hair was fluttering, reflecting the surrounding flames.

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

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

  A dark, viscous, and corrupt "ocean" appeared around.

  "Angel! Are you from the Aurora Society, and a follower of the True Creator?"

  "The Witch Cult and the Aurora Society are still cooperating. Are you going to attack your allies now?"

  The red-haired witch's voice was full of astonishment and surprise. How did a follower of the True Creator sneak into the Church of the Night? And how did he know the information about the Conqueror's characteristics?

  "Allies? We are not allies."

  "Besides, isn't the so-called cooperation you mentioned just to let us, the Aurora, confuse your vision and cover up what you have done?"

  "Give me the Conqueror trait. I didn't even ask for the trait of the Immortal Witch in you. I've already given Chick a lot of face."

  Renekton imitated Mr. A's tone and expression that contained extreme madness, constantly oppressing the other party's psychological defense.

  Coupled with the projection of Sasriel with the status and breath of an angel, the face of the red-haired witch on the opposite side kept changing, becoming more and more ugly.

  "Hehe, do you think I will believe you? A trait of the saint level is right in front of you, would you refuse it?"

  "Since you have torn up the covenant."

  The next moment, her body was torn apart by an invisible force. This room, this manor, and a corner of this secret world were torn apart together.

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

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

  "Knowing that she is an angel from the Hanged Man Path, she still dares to speak nonsense. This witch must have jumped to the witch path because she couldn't make it in the Hunter Path."

  Renekton whispered. The projection of Sasriel just now was prepared by Him before He fell asleep.

  Then he took two steps forward, picked up the Conqueror's characteristics, and then stepped into the spirit world and left the manor.

  In the west district, in a luxuriously decorated bedroom, the surface of a full-length mirror suddenly became dim, and there were blurred and illusory light and shadows coming out of it, like layers of mirror fragments.

  They rotated and gathered in the room, and finally pieced together a graceful female image.

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

  She looked out the window. The heavy fog was mostly blown away by the previous strong wind, and the sun rarely appeared outside.

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

  "I have lost the Conqueror trait, and I have no way to explain it to the sect."

  Queens, Red Rose Manor.

  Prince Edessak sat by the French window, holding a revolver in his hand against his temple. There was a bullet in it that could annihilate the spirit.

  He turned his head and looked at the golf course and the horses walking outside with nostalgia, engraving the scene of the manor in his mind.

  Bang!

  He pulled the trigger.

  In the south area of ​​the bridge, in an empty room.

  Fors pulled Xio together and arranged the prepared materials into a ritual according to the instructions in Rekton's letter.

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

  The spirituality on her body rippled like water waves, and a broken ring composed of gears and chains emerged behind her.

  She spread her spirituality to the brass ring behind her, and her consciousness seemed to have a strange connection with a place deep in the spiritual world.

  Then she began to chant in the ancient Hermetic language:

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

  "I pray to you;"

  "Pray for the noble one who can heal disease and pain to come."

  The candlelight swayed violently, and the spirituality turned into dots of fluorescence and began to gather, merging with the information from the depths of the spiritual world.

  In the shining light, a unicorn with a white body, a long horn with a spiral pattern like a crystal on its head, and wings like tiny crystals on its back appeared.

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

  Layers of warm, purifying, and healing light were scattered in the air to treat the people around who were infected with the virus but had not died yet.