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  Chapter 326 The Messenger

  Bayam, in a hotel in the dock area.

  Ethan, who was leaning against a chair and sleeping soundly, was suddenly pulled up roughly.

  He staggered to steady himself, and saw Phoenix, who was already dressed and carrying a suitcase, ready to run away. He couldn't help but ask:

  "What's wrong?"

  "The people from the Church of Storms are here, with obvious malicious intent."

  Phoenix said calmly, with a hand on his shoulder.

  "Ah?" Ethan was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a somewhat suspicious tone:

  "What did you do?"

  ".Are you going or not?" Phoenix glanced at him coldly.

  "Let's go!"

  As soon as Ethan finished speaking, he was taken into the spirit world, and the figures of the two quickly faded and disappeared.

  Less than a minute after the two of them left, Cordova Roye, the Deacon of the Storm Church of the Rorsted Islands, led a team of members of the Substitute Punishers to break into the room.

  A Substitute Punisher with gold-rimmed glasses on his nose looked around the room and his eyes fell on the stove that was still burning quietly.

  After a moment, he spoke calmly:

  "Judging from the temperature and furnishings in the room, they just left, maybe two or three minutes at most."

  "Impossible, we have had people watching here since we received the news."

  Another slightly irritable member of the Mandated Punisher frowned.

  Cordova Roye waved his hand to stop the team members' argument:

  "At least one of these two is a Beyonder. I remember there is a path called Apprenticeship, which can silently pass through obstacles and go anywhere they want to go."

  After searching the room carefully, he casually pointed out two team members and said:

  "You two stay and keep an eye on this place."

  "The rest of you, come with me and report to the Bishop. These two people are very likely to be accomplices of the 'arsonist' Al. Even if they are not accomplices, their identities must be quite problematic."

  Feynaporte, a warehouse on the outskirts of Seville.

  After signing his name on the contract drawn up by the lawyer, Renekton directly paid the deposit to Bonn.

  The grain merchant immediately began to collect grain and transport it to the warehouse.

  While there was no one around, Renekton quickly cleared a space, took out the ritual materials that had been prepared long ago from the corner of the warehouse, and began to set up the ritual of offering sacrifice to the "Fool".

  After setting up the ritual, he gently rubbed his fingers, created a few red flames, and lit the candles.

  After that, he stepped back a distance and chanted in ancient Hermetic language:

  "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

  "Your loyal servant prays for your attention;

  prays for you to accept his offering;

  prays for you to open the door of the kingdom."

  ...

  Above the gray fog, Klein, who had been waiting here for a long time, responded immediately, spreading his spirituality to touch the illusory door summoned by the ritual and open it.

  With a slightly illusory creaking sound, the illusory, hazy, and light-composed door opened.

  The things sacrificed by Renekton poured out from it, and several white papers filled with words flew out from it, casually falling in the ancient palace above the gray fog.

  As Klein's thoughts turned, the white papers flew directly into his hands.

  Klein lowered his eyes and took a look. The instructions for using different types of food were in Giant language. The preparation was very thorough, but should there be another recipe?

  As Klein's thoughts turned, food packed in snakeskin bags was constantly being sacrificed in the illusory and hazy sacrificial door.

  In less than half a minute, the sacrifice was over. This was the limit of the spirituality of the ritual materials.

  Klein flicked out a gold coin and simply divined whether these foods would affect the health of the residents of Silver City.

  After receiving a positive answer, he immediately spread his spirituality and touched the deep red star representing the little sun, and passed on his calm and leisurely words:

  "Prepare to accept the gift ceremony."

  In Silver City, Derrick, who had just finished his patrol mission, was about to return to his home.

  Suddenly, a thick gray fog surged in front of him. In the deepest part of the endless gray fog, there was a tall figure surrounded by the gray fog.

  The leisurely voice of Mr. Fool echoed in his ears:

  "Prepare to accept the gift ceremony."

  As the voice echoed, the gray fog in front of Derrick's eyes quickly dissipated. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mr. Baita must have prepared the food.

  Thinking back to the food he could get from Mr. Fool almost every day during this period, it was delicious beyond his imagination.

  Derrick immediately showed a bright smile on his face, and he immediately turned around and rushed to the round tower where the chief of Silver City was.

  Rorsted Archipelago, on a small island not far from Bayam.

  The figures of Phoenix and Ethan were quickly outlined.     Without waiting for Ethan to ask what happened, Phoenix threw the suitcase in his hand to Ethan beside him.

  He walked forward slowly, as if he was carefully sensing something.

  After a moment, he stretched out his palms and pushed forward, as if he was pushing open a door that did not exist.

  In a flash, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and indescribable appeared in front of him, shaking, creaking, and cracking a gap.

  Inside the gap, there was darkness with no end to it, and a large number of creeping, strange, and normal vision could not see things were pouring out frantically.

  The temperature around dropped suddenly, and a thin layer of white frost appeared on the swaying leaves on both sides.

  Ethan hugged himself with his hands and couldn't help shivering. His lips trembled slightly and asked:

  "Why did you summon so many spirits? The appearance of a large number of spirits will definitely attract the attention of the Storm Church."

  "Collecting information."

  "Natural spirits are not the field that the Storm Church is good at dealing with."

  Phoenix answered concisely.

  As he spoke, he retracted his hands, and the bronze door with a crack slowly closed and disappeared.

  As the bronze door disappeared, the temperature around returned to normal.

  Ethan exhaled a breath of white air and moved a few steps into the sunlight. As he moved his feet, he muttered to himself:

  "Why did the people from the Church of Storms come to us?"

  "Are they not troubled enough by the things on the sea? Do they want to get involved in the southern continent?"

  "I don't know." Phoenix shook his head in a flat tone.

  In the early morning sunshine, a gust of sea breeze blew, and Ethan couldn't help shivering. He left too quickly and was still wearing the home clothes he had indoors.

  He turned his head to look at Phoenix, who looked indifferent, and cleared his throat and said:

  "My clothes are still in the hotel? Did you deal with them?"

  Phoenix nodded slightly and said in a calm tone:

  "Your aura has been erased. Unless it is an extraordinary person who is good at prophecy, it cannot be used to lock you."

  In the bright morning light, the two were silent for about half a minute, and then natural spirits began to return here.

  After communicating with the natural spirit, Phoenix's face gradually became strange.

  "What's wrong?" Ethan asked in confusion.

  Phoenix lowered his eyes, and his voice was no longer calm:

  "The Storm Church has increased the bounty on Mr. Tynes, who we just met, to 150,000 pounds."

  "150,000 pounds, are you tempted?"

  Ethan said with a slightly hesitant tone.

  Phoenix glanced at him and said in the same tone:

  "On the Loen bounty order, the bounty for the Undead King is only 100,000 pounds, and this is when he has a pirate group under his command."

  "In the eyes of the Storm Church, the 'arsonist' is more dangerous than the 'Undead King'."

  Ethan nodded repeatedly and sighed:

  "After what happened to Kalvetuwa last night, it's no wonder that he knows so much about the situation of this 'sea god', or he has committed something more serious."

  In the Silver City, at the top of the round tower, in the room belonging to Chief Colin.

  Under the watchful eyes of Colin and a six-member council elder, Derrick nervously set up the ceremony of praying for the blessing.

  After the ceremony was set up, he turned his head to look at the chief beside him. After seeing the other party nod slightly, he took a deep breath and began to recite the corresponding spell:

  "The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

  "Your loyal servant prays for your gaze;

  prays for you to open the door of the kingdom;

  prays for you to grant strength."

  As Derrick recited the complete spell, a whimpering hurricane blew in the whole room, and an illusory and hazy door emerged from the nothingness, and gradually opened with an illusory creaking sound.

  Gray and white mist flowed out from behind the door, showing a scene that was more dreamy than the starry sky.

  Standing behind Derrick, Chief Colin, who was quietly watching all this, suddenly breathed heavily. After two thousand years, the prayers of Silver City have finally been answered, but it is no longer the Lord we believe in!

  To Colin's right, the shepherd elder Lovia stared with eyes wide open, as if she wanted to engrave this scene into her mind. She clenched her hands tightly, her nails had already dug into her flesh, and a trace of blood was spilling out.

  As the virtual door opened, bulging snakeskin bags fell out of the virtual door one by one, piling up.

  Derrick reacted quickly and moved these bags of food away, piling them up into a small slope in the chief's room.

  Finally, a few papers filled with giant words that he was not familiar with floated out of the virtual door.

  As the spirituality contained in the ritual materials was exhausted, the virtual door and the flowing gray mist gradually disappeared.

  On the walls of the Silver City, strands of black and slender dry grass like dry hair suddenly surged. They stretched out vigorously and entangled with each other, like palms trying to grasp forward, trying to grasp something invisible.

  After a moment, these dry grasses seemed to be exhausted and fell down powerlessly.  Chapter 327 How to Make Food

  The Pier of Seville.

  Renekton sat by the fireplace of a cafe, writing on a piece of pale yellow paper.

  "Do you know how to summon your own messenger?"

  Is the messenger lady about to appear? Renekton looked at the question asked by Klein on the pale yellow paper, slowly curled his lips, and then wrote down the answer:

  "With your identity, even if you just find a random spell, the creatures of the spirit world will rush to sign a contract with you."

  After a moment, new words appeared on the pale yellow paper:

  "The Seven Lights of the Spirit World personally delivered the letter?"

  "Is this really just delivering a letter, not a threat?"

  Without paying attention to Klein's question, Renekton wrote casually:

  "Or, you can use 'a unique existence willing to be your messenger'? Let the creatures of the spirit world apply for it themselves, and their internal competition can screen out the weak and not smart guys. You will most likely get a demigod or even an angel-level messenger on the spot." Klein, who was far

  away in Bayam and had already changed a hotel, twitched his lips slightly, but he quickly restrained it.

  Demigods, or even angels? Is this looking for a messenger or a thug? Let's wait for Mr. Azik's reply first. If that doesn't work, let's try to get the spirit world creatures to apply for the job themselves. It doesn't seem very reliable.

  After a moment's hesitation, he wrote a new sentence on the letter paper:

  "The Church of the Storm is looking for you in the entire Rorsted Sea, and the bounty has been increased to 150,000 pounds."

  "The characteristics of Kalvetuwa were intercepted by us, which is enough to make all the high-level officials of the Church of the Storm furious. Don't be too ostentatious recently. The 'Sea King' may personally hunt you down."

  In the cafe in Seville, Renekton looked at Klein's reminder and replied with a little helplessness:

  "I already know."

  Putting down the pen in his hand, Renekton leaned back in the chair and drank the specialty "sea salt coffee" of this store. Well, it's salty, slightly bitter, and the taste is a little strange, but it's not bad.

  While he was tasting the coffee, two figures walked into the cafe and sat directly on the two chairs opposite Renekton.

  "Good afternoon, both of you~"

  Renekton put down his coffee, chuckled and greeted Ethan and Phoenix.

  While speaking, he slightly raised his right hand, spreading spirituality, and silently created a spiritual wall that separated the inside and the outside. As soon as

  he sat down, Ethan couldn't help complaining:

  "We just didn't see each other for one night, and your bounty in the Storm Church has increased by more than ten times. Do you know how tempting this is for a poor person from the southern continent?"

  "You can try to report it. Even if it's just some information, you should be able to get part of the bounty."

  Renekton thought very seriously and made a suggestion.

  "He was just joking." Phoenix explained calmly, then asked curiously:

  "Did you take away what was left of Kalvetua?"

  Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

  "It has something to do with me, but I didn't take it."

  "The characteristics of Kalvetua and its believers are mixed together to form a magical item with negative effects so strong that it is almost unusable. It has been sent to be sealed."

  Phoenix nodded slightly, without dwelling on this issue, he turned and asked:

  "'Poseidon' has responded to his believers again. It, or now it should be him, has changed his image and brought down a new covenant."

  "Your information channels are very strong!"

  It has been less than half a day since the incident happened, and you have already received so much information. Renekton supplemented his unspoken words in his heart.

  Phoenix nodded lightly without commenting:

  "Where there are spirits, there are my spies."

  "On the vast ocean, I can drive more natural spirits. They like to blend into nature and are hidden enough. It's easy to get some not-too-secret information."

  He explained a lot, and it was very organized. It didn't seem like his personal habits, but it should be a habit left over from getting along with the people of the Church of Knowledge for a long time. While thinking, Renekton pondered and smiled:

  "The sudden fall of Poseidon will inevitably cause its fanatical believers to fall into a process of self-doubt and self-salvation. They will hold large-scale living sacrifices to evoke a response from Poseidon. This is an unnecessary trouble and disaster for the Rorsted Archipelago."

  Ethan, who was diagonally opposite, leaned back against the back of his chair, squinted his eyes, and added to what Renekton had not finished in a flat voice:

  "Moreover, by accepting believers belonging to the 'Poseidon', there will be more channels on the sea, and it can also limit the Storm Church to a certain extent and gain a batch of believers by the way!"

  Renekton just chuckled and did not respond to this topic.

  After a moment of silence, Ethan changed the subject and said:

  "Mr. Prak agreed to your previous proposal, but we want to know your real purpose in participating in the conflict in the southern continent."     "The real purpose" he murmured softly, and Renekton leaned back, contemplating for a moment before speaking:

  "Establish a new belief, develop civilization, and spread knowledge."

  "To be precise, belief is actually secondary. The most important purpose is to promote the advancement of civilization and knowledge. This involves some rituals, rituals after the high sequence."

  Ethan and Phoenix looked at each other, and he frowned slightly and asked:

  "Isn't this kind of thing more suitable for the better developed Northern Continent?"

  Renekton shook his head slightly and explained:

  "The basic conditions in the Northern Continent are certainly better, but the pattern here has been finalized. Unless there is a tragic war of gods among the Seven Gods, there is no chance for me to intervene." After

  a brief silence, Ethan continued to ask:

  "What do you think of the belief in the God of Death in the Southern Continent?"

  Renekton took a sip of coffee slowly, and then continued to answer:

  "Death? I don't have any opinion. The God of Death is no longer possible. The Sequence One Angel is already the upper limit of this path."

  "Because of the existence of the Goddess of Night?"

  Phoenix asked curiously. This was what he accidentally heard his father mention.

  ".The Lord of Sleep and Silence?"

  "That one, trying to seize the authority of death? Won't the other six gods stop him?"

  Ethan murmured in confusion. In his opinion, the other six gods would never allow the Goddess of Night to dominate alone.

  "Some will stop it, some will support it. It depends on their choice of allies."

  Renekton did not talk too much about this topic, but only mentioned it briefly, and then changed the subject:

  "If you don't have any other questions, you can wait for me for two days. I will deal with the matter and then go to the South Continent."

  Ethan looked at Phoenix next to him, then nodded slightly and responded:

  "Okay."

  Silver City.

  After receiving the food through the bestowal ceremony, after the six-member council and professionals checked it and confirmed that there was no problem, they still carefully chose to let a small number of people try it first.

  Derrick was also in this group. He took his share of food back to his residence.

  Putting down the food that filled half of the snakeskin bag, he gently rubbed his fingers to create a pale golden flame, and lit the remaining half candle on the table. The dim light instantly illuminated the entire room.

  He took out the parchment in his arms, which was the names of various food and how to eat them.

  Is this flour? And jerky? Jerky can be eaten directly or cooked in soup. Flour can be used to make bread or noodles? What is bread?

  Derrick was lost in thought as he looked at the white powdery flour and the jerky that looked like dried meat strips in front of him. He had never had the experience of making food other than black grass, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.

  After hesitating for a moment, he chose to pray to Mr. Fool:

  "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the Yellow and Black King who controls good luck."

  "Respected Mr. Fool, I would like to seek some methods of making food from the members of the Tarot Club. The food we have in Silver City is only black-faced grass, and we don't know much about the skills of making food from grain."

  Above the gray fog, the Sea God had just finished playing a role and calmed the storm for the Sea God believers who were shipwrecked.

  The crimson star representing the Little Sun suddenly became bright, and it rippled out layers of crimson ripples like water waves. The prayer of the Little Sun echoed in his ears.

  How to make food? Sure enough, the people of Silver City who lived in the God-forsaken Land could not understand the simple instruction manual written by Al. It's not that they couldn't understand it, but they had no concept of many terms.

  After thinking for a moment, Klein left the gray fog.

  He didn't plan to let the people of the Tarot Club collect recipes for the Little Sun. This was of the same nature as the instructions written by Renekton before. The people of Silver City who lacked the corresponding common sense would probably find it difficult to understand, so they had to demonstrate it in practice.

  While thinking, he pushed open the door and walked to Danitz who was lying in the armchair.

  Under Klein's cold gaze, Danitz jumped up from the armchair like a madman, and looked at Klein in front of him with a stiff expression and said:

  "Do you have any instructions?"

  Why should I speak so humbly! Is my dignity completely gone!

  Klein looked at Danitz calmly and said:

  "Can you make food?"

  "Make. Food?"

  "Yes, you can. We are on the sea, and we don't always have a cook. Um, but it's definitely not very delicious, just enough to fill our stomachs."

  Danitz responded with a stutter. Really making food? Not making poison or explosives or something?

  It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not, as long as I can cook it. Otherwise, if I specifically ask a chef to show off my cooking skills in front of me, they will probably think I'm trying to steal their skills. Klein muttered to himself, and then said in a flat voice,

  "Find a house with a kitchen and buy some vegetables. Buy a little of everything. You don't need too much, but there must be enough variety."

  "Huh?" Chapter 328: Ordinary Time Bug

  Bayam, in front of a three-story house in the dock area.

  Danitz carried the purchased ingredients from the carriage into the room one by one. After five or six trips, he finally moved all the ingredients into the kitchen.

  Huh~ Sitting on the chair in the living room, Danitz rubbed his left hand that had just healed and let out a long breath.

  He turned his head to look at Klein who was leaning on the sofa with Bugs Bunny. The corners of his mouth twitched. He wanted to ask these two guys why they had no intention of helping him move things.

  His eyes lingered on Klein and Bugs Bunny for a while. Damn Gehrman Sparrow, damn rabbit!

  After calming down a little, Danitz cleared his throat and asked:

  "Ahem~"

  "I have prepared the ingredients you need, but what do you need so many ingredients for? Hasn't the weather returned to normal? Could it be that the 'Sea God' is not dead yet?"

  "Making food."

  Klein maintained his character and answered very concisely.

  Of course I know that ingredients are used to make food. What I'm asking is why so many ingredients are prepared!

  Danitz was still complaining in his heart when he heard Gehrman Sparrow's emotionless voice continue to say:

  "You go."

  "Me? Now?"

  Danitz pointed at himself and looked at the sky outside the window. It was only afternoon and less than two hours before lunch. Besides, if you want to eat, can't you just go to the restaurant? Why do you want me to do it? What conspiracy does Gehrman Sparrow have?

  Danitz was still struggling with whether Klein had any conspiracy again, when he saw Klein had stood up from the sofa, staring at him expressionlessly, and said with a slight movement of his lips:

  "4,500 pounds, sir."

  Danitz's hair stood up instantly, and he hurriedly stood up from the chair and said:

  "I'll do it now. What food do you want to enjoy?"

  "You can do it, do it all!"

  Klein responded calmly, and did not correct that these foods were not for him to eat.

  "Okay, okay."

  Danitz nodded in confusion, then fled into the kitchen and started to get busy.

  Bullshit! I didn't do anything, why did the bounty increase by another 300 pounds? If it keeps increasing like this, I will become a hot commodity in the eyes of pirates and adventurers.

  In Seville, in a cafe in the dock area.

  Ethan and Phoenix had already left, and Renekton leaned back in his chair, planning to take a nap.

  Just as he closed his eyes, his inspiration was suddenly touched.

  Following his intuition, Renekton stretched out his right hand and caught a piece of pale yellow paper that fell from the spirit world.

  He casually brought the paper to his eyes, and there were only two short lines of Rune text on it:

  "The thief demigod has appeared. The old man said that he is in a bad state, and asked you to help solve it."

  Bad state! The old man is very bad. Renekton complained a little, threw the letter back to the spirit world, and then raised his hand to call the waiter to come over to settle the bill.

  In the spirit world, Renekton brought his clone, and under the influence of the starlight, he quickly roamed towards Backlund.

  In less than two quarters of an hour, they arrived at the corresponding area of ​​the spirit world.

  Immediately, Renekton spread his spirituality, breaking through the barrier between the spiritual world and reality. He and his clone quickly appeared in a carriage on Böklund Street in the west of Backlund.

  Leonard, who was sitting in the carriage and observing the outside environment through the convex window, turned his head with a premonition, and saw two identical Renektons.

  "Huh? You?" He rubbed his eyes subconsciously to make sure that he was not dazzled.

  "Hehe, it's a clone separated by the ability of the dream weaver. No wonder he wants me to help him steal his extra characteristics."

  Pallez's slightly old voice echoed in his mind.

  Leonard tilted his head slightly to make himself hear more clearly. After a moment, he asked in confusion:

  "Dream weaver? Which path and sequence number?"

  "Audience path, sequence three."

  Although he knew that Leonard was talking to the grandfather in his body, Renekton still responded subconsciously when he heard the question.

  "Do you know a Sequence 3 of the Audience Path?"

  Leonard just asked out of habit. He was not surprised by this. After all, he had an angel in his body, and it was a Sequence 1 angel. The key is to get help from the other party, which means that the two sides have a good relationship, at least a friendly one.

  ". There is no need for a real dream weaver. As long as the angels of the White Tower Path have mastered the corresponding knowledge, they can do this."

  "Given the relationship between this little guy and knowledge, it is not surprising to get a little help."

  Pallez responded in Leonard's mind. Even if it was just a shallow level of parasitism, Leonard's thoughts that floated in his mind could not be hidden from Him.

  Then, He spoke to Renekton through Leonard:

  "In order to prevent this from being a trap set by Amon, I'll trouble you to deal with this Jacob family demigod."

  "So cautious?"

  "Before I get close, the corresponding thoughts in my mind will be stolen by it."

  Renekton tilted his head slightly and said in a deep voice.     Leonard showed an expression of approval on his face, but an old voice came out of his mouth:

  "When facing Amon, it is never too cautious. He is the nightmare of every thief and extraordinary person."

  "It's just stealing thoughts and a small amount of extraordinary abilities. This shouldn't be a big problem for you."

  "Hehe, I didn't expect you to think so highly of me, old man."

  "If it is determined to escape, I can't keep it. After all, your three paths are not good at fighting, and they are the best at surviving."

  Renekton shrugged and did not answer Pales' question directly.

  Pales didn't care about Renekton's complaints, but said proudly:

  "There are many people who are good at fighting, but most of them have fallen, and I'm still alive!"

  Renekton shrugged and didn't comment.

  He closed his eyes and simulated the ability of a psychologist, leaving a psychological hint for himself to ensure that he would not stand there stupidly when his thoughts were stolen.

  After a moment, Renekton's figure suddenly blurred and faded away.

  Renekton Soth casually swept his eyes over the place where Renekton disappeared, then looked at Leonard and said,

  "Grandpa, I have always had a question to ask."

  Under Leonard's puzzled eyes, he continued,

  "With your ability to defraud at the first level of Sequence, do you have the ability to turn false things into real things?"

  "Just like the fantasy of a visionary, can you defraud the world, defraud the rules, turn an ordinary stone into a priceless gem, and turn an ordinary attack into a terrifying natural disaster-like attack?"

  Leonard's eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened, as if silently asking Pales:

  Old man, can you thieves do this?

  Immediately, he opened and closed his lips and made a disdainful sound:

  "To turn an ordinary stone into a priceless gem, you only need to defraud the buyer. As for making false things real, this is the ability that only visionaries have."

  "By defrauding the world and defrauding the rules to achieve this step, Error may be able to do it. How can I, an ordinary Time Worm, have such a great ability!"

  An ordinary Time Worm? Grandpa, you are really kidding.

  The corner of Renekton Soth's mouth twitched slightly. He didn't know whether to say that Pales was Versailles or that he was low-key.

  "Control your voice and don't disturb the peace of an old man!"

  Pales' voice came out of Leonard's mouth again.

  Renekton Soth simply shut up, turned his head to look out the window, and admired the scenery outside. As soon as he turned his head, the sky outside suddenly darkened.

  "What is this?"

  Leonard said in surprise.

  "That guy prayed for a secret power, which separated this place into two worlds separated from extraordinary people and ordinary people."

  Leonard was silent for a moment. He thought of the seal held by the Church of the Night. Its effect was to create a mirror world isolated from reality.

  "The path that the Church of Knowledge has mastered has a sequence called Scholars, who can analyze and simulate the extraordinary abilities they have seen."

  "It's not surprising that he can pray for any kind of help. However, just now it seemed..."

  Leonard waited quietly for a moment. Without hearing Pales's subsequent words, he asked curiously:

  "Seems what?"

  "Nothing, just watch, you will see the fighting style of extraordinary people who are good at casting spells."

  Renekton Soth looked at Leonard curiously, and saw that neither Leonard nor Pales had the idea of ​​solving his puzzles.

  The clone really has no human rights! He sighed in his heart, then turned his head and focused his attention outside.

  Above Boklund Street, after praying for the help of the hidden sage and using the hidden power to isolate this street from the real world and the extraordinary world, he took off the illusory hat he was wearing and revealed his figure.

  There was a purple light flowing in his eyes, and his sight easily penetrated the layers of barriers and saw a rat in the sewer with eyes full of wisdom.

  "Damn it! Who is this?"

  "Why did you suddenly find me?"

  Flora Jacob kept roaring in her heart, while moving her body quickly, looking for the weak point of this isolated extraordinary world, trying to escape from here.

  At the same time, she was also approaching Renekton secretly, letting him enter the coverage of her "stealing" ability.

  Renekton saw the intention of the mouse demigod, but he was not prepared to dodge. He casually took out a crystal monocle that he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

  Under Flora Jacob's horrified gaze, he put it on his right eye.

  "Amon!"

  The mouse that was parasitized by Flora Jacob showed obvious fear on her face. She even forgot to run. The mouse's body was tripped by herself in the sewer and fell a long distance.  Chapter 329 Parasite

  In the carriage, Renekton Soth saw Leonard's body stiffen for a moment, and then his mouth twitched slightly, as if he heard Pales's cursing, unable to maintain his image.

  After a moment, Leonard sighed in silence:

  "Is this the fighting method used by the extraordinary who are good at casting spells?"

  "No, this should be the fighting method that thieves and fortune tellers like to scare people for no reason."

  Renekton Soth responded with a spit.

  In mid-air, Renekton did not put the monocle on his right eye, but just put it back when he got closer. As

  he dragged his right hand, he quickly condensed a spear, the tip of which was engraved with mysterious symbols, and the handle was like a branch.

  The must-hit spear, "Gungnir"!

  The next moment, the spear in his hand flew out of his hand and turned into a bright and white lightning, slashing towards the parasitic mouse.

  Flora Jacob didn't have time to think about whether this person was really Amon. The strange spear made her feel a fatal threat.

  She tried to steal the lock of "Gungnir" on herself, but failed as expected.

  This lock involved fate, which was not something that Sequence Four's "Steal" could solve. While thinking, she stole the location of a street tree on the ground and made herself appear there.

  In the sewer, a street tree suddenly appeared, and the next moment it was pierced by a meteor-like blazing white light, turning into countless debris.

  The blazing white light passed quickly like lightning, ignoring the surrounding soil and cement, quickly turning around, breaking through the ground, and attacking the parasitic mouse.

  The figure of the mouse flashed one after another, but it could not avoid the blazing white light chasing behind it.

  Damn it! What kind of extraordinary ability is this? Why does it keep chasing me? As her thoughts turned, she controlled the body of the mouse and crashed directly into the blazing white behind her.

  The purple light in Renekton's eyes flowed, and then disappeared suddenly.

  Did it steal my Eye of Secrets? This is the core extraordinary ability of the Secret Peer. How could it be stolen so easily? Am I too unlucky or is it too lucky?

  "Ah!"

  As his thoughts turned, he heard a faint but shrill scream.

  It seemed that it was too unlucky. It wanted to use the Eye of Secrets to find the flaws in this world, but it spied on the remnants of the Hidden Sage through the connection. As soon as the scream sounded, Renekton instantly thought of the whole story.

  Then, a silver-white flashed in his eyes.

  He reached forward and condensed a spear of ancient style, with balls and balls of blood burning from the tip to the handle.

  Then he threw it out, and it turned into a dark red stream of light, sank into the ground, and fell to the position he predicted.

  "Ah!"

  Another shrill scream, as if it was an unwilling roar after enduring extreme pain.

  After doing all this, Renekton clapped his hands lightly, his eyes surrounded by a light blue fluorescence. He directly simulated the ability of the Eye of Prying Eyes, and through the connection, he found the thief demigod who no longer looked like a rat.

  It's a bit too simple. While pondering, Renekton stretched out his left hand and created a ball of yarn that could indicate the direction out of thin air.

  He held one end of the yarn in his hand and threw the yarn down casually.

  The yarn ball rolled straight down and began to gradually shift its direction, falling in the opposite direction of the pile of things that no longer looked like rats.

  "Sure enough!"     Renekton murmured in a low voice, and his figure instantly became transparent, turning into a statue made of countless starlight.

  The statue shattered and turned into bright starlight points, rushing forward in the direction of the rolling wool ball, and then sank into the ground.

  In the carriage, the voice of Pales, who had regained his calm, echoed in Leonard's mind:

  "Go to the sewer. The thief demigod has abandoned some of his own characteristics. Go and reclaim them first."

  "Them?"

  Leonard asked subconsciously.

  Pales was silent for a moment, and said in a tone that he didn't want to say more:

  "Just go over there."

  In the dark sewer, Renekton's figure condensed in the starlight. He just raised his hand and suddenly froze.

  What was I going to do? . He froze for a moment, and couldn't remember what he was doing here.

  Renekton frowned and pondered for a moment, and he raised his right hand again.

  Nothing happened, and he forgot what he was going to do again.

  Thief, what a disgusting ability. What was I thinking just now?

  In silence, Renekton subconsciously raised his hand to create the light of the sun field to dispel the surrounding darkness.

  As he moved, nothing happened around him and continued!

  The thoughts in his mind were very strong and kept emerging.

  Subconsciously, Renekton stretched out his hand and dragged out a layer of invisible things from the void and put it on himself.

  "The Emperor's New Clothes" turned him into something that did not exist at all.

  Suddenly, Renekton felt that his thoughts were clear and no longer appeared before.

  Thief, you have been stealing my thoughts. Have you found that I have too many extraordinary abilities and stealing them is useless? Or do you want to steal the most critical abilities?

  As his thoughts turned, he casually reached into his pocket, took out a pea and threw it on the ground.

  The pea grew instantly and turned into thick green vines, covering the surrounding area like a rainstorm.

  A gray-black figure quickly emerged and rushed out.

  As expected, Renekton, under the middle finger of his right hand, a white jade chess piece appeared and disappeared.

  Under the influence of the "chess game of time", Flora Jacob's actions were like entering an area where time flows slowly. Both her thoughts and actions were surprisingly slow, and her figure was almost frozen in mid-air.

  During this gap, the surrounding green vines intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, layer upon layer, and the top was not visible at all.

  The gray-black mouse figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared, constantly stealing distance and position, but could never get out of this deep green forest.

  "Unless you can steal this space, you can't leave on your own initiative, but in your current state, you shouldn't be able to do this."

  As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his left hand and summoned an illusory and erratic figure around the mouse that kept moving. She closed her eyes peacefully.

  Around her, an irresistible sleepiness emerged, and the gray-black mouse figure that kept moving paused, falling into a state of extreme fatigue and wanting to fall asleep.

  The next moment, the illusory figure suddenly disappeared.

  The sleepiness around them suddenly dissipated, and the gray-black mouse, which had been sleepy, suddenly became clear again. Chapter 330: Fraud

  A terrifying sense of oppression suddenly emerged, as if facing a giant dragon. The gray-black mouse's body froze, and it panicked and became confused.

  Taking advantage of the "deterrence" effect, Renekton continued to simulate the "madness" of the psychiatrist, instantly detonating the other party's emotions.

  The gray-black mouse raised its head slightly, and its eyes were absent-minded for a moment, and then it collapsed on the ground composed of emerald green vines as if it was about to fall apart.

  Its flesh and blood quickly disintegrated, and a series of transparent and translucent interlaced twelve rings of small insects emerged from it.

  These insects mixed with the surrounding flesh and blood constantly surged and squirmed, as if they wanted to gather together again, but they scattered uncontrollably, as if each time worm had an independent self.

  They mixed with the flesh and blood of the mouse to form a large pool of dark red on the ground, which looked like a pool of rotten meat and countless maggots.

  A twisted and hideous female face emerged from the pool of squirming flesh and worms. She looked at Renekton fiercely, and said in pain, unwillingness, and resentment:

  "You are not Amon"

  "I know a treasure with angel-level characteristics!"

  "I can help you."

  "Oh, sometimes, inherent experience will only make you blind. As a Beyonder, you can't trust your eyes and judgment too much."

  As he spoke, Renekton took out the monocle from his pocket and played with it in front of Flora Jacob, who was almost completely out of control.

  "Amon. You, deceive me."

  Flora Jacob's twisted face, which had struggled to emerge from the rotten flesh, was constantly crawling with time worms, and even a face was about to collapse.

  This mental state is not good. While sighing, Renekton raised his right hand, and a slowly rotating ball of star sand quickly formed in his palm.

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

  The stars cast one brilliant light after another, covering the pool of flesh and blood and the wriggling insects on the ground.

  "Ah!"

  "You are not Amon at all!"

  "You liar!"

  "Ah!!"

  Flora Jacob's screams gradually became more shrill and resentful, slowly turning into a chaotic murmur.

  The pool of flesh and blood and insects on the ground continued to struggle and wriggle, with twisted tentacles with circles of transparent or translucent rings protruding from them. They soon fell down powerlessly under the wash of the starlight and scattered into a pool of wriggling insects.

  The flesh and blood began to disintegrate under the starlight, and the insects quickly lost their vitality, and the translucent parts on their bodies gradually became illusory.

  In just a moment, Flora Jacob could not even maintain that hideous and resentful human face, and only the vague hoarse voice was left echoing between the dark red flesh and blood and insects.

  Renekton then waved his left hand, and the surrounding green pea vines suddenly retracted, revealing a dark sewer scene.

  A moment later, under the guidance of Pales, Leonard came to the sewer here.

  Starlight was scattered around, illuminating the environment. Leonard could see the surrounding scene more clearly. His eyes were instantly locked on the pool of flesh and blood that was still squirming and covered by layers of brilliance.

  His throat moved a little, as if swallowing saliva:

  "It, is out of control?"

  "It's in a bad mental state. It can't stand it after two stimulations."

  Renekton nodded slightly in response.

  As he waved his palm, the starlight covering the ground gradually disappeared, leaving only a pile of half-dead squirming insects.

  "Come closer."     Pales' voice echoed in Leonard's mind.

  As Leonard approached, he saw that the pile of squirming insects on the ground were not completely scattered. They were still rising and falling regularly, like living things breathing.

  Is it too quiet? These insects are silent, and the silence is a little scary.

  The real body of this demigod is a pile of insects. The old man said that he was not in good condition. I can't have a bunch of insects parasitizing in my body!

  One thought after another flashed through Leonard's mind. Before he had time to think more, Pales' somewhat angry voice echoed in his mind:

  "You want to hear the mumbling of an out-of-control demigod? I can meet your small request."

  "Uh, no, no."

  Leonard responded quickly.

  As he approached the squirming insects on the ground, an ancient mottled wall clock suddenly appeared above his head.

  On the wall clock, the transparent and translucent time worms with twelve rings twisted and intertwined, forming a twelve-section ancient mottled clock.

  Dong!

  A somewhat illusory, erratic, and ethereal bell sounded, shaking people's souls.

  Just hearing this sound, Renekton felt that his intuition as a prophet was a little trance, as if the bell just now was full of knowledge that he could not understand and beyond his cognition.

  Under the strong aggregation effect, the wriggling insects on the ground turned into pieces of light spots and poured into the interior of the ancient mottled clock.

  Without the support of the characteristics, the wriggling insects on the ground died quickly, their bodies twisted at different angles, and the color dimmed.

  "A demigod in a very bad state, but it can also make up for my damage a little."

  Pallez's slightly old voice echoed in Leonard's mind, with some joyful emotions.

  With a sigh, He spoke through Leonard's body:

  "You can take these dead Time Worms, but they are just the remains of a parasite and will not have too magical effect."

  "I understand."

  Renekton nodded slightly, then reached forward and pulled the shadows around him to wrap the corpses of the Time Worms on the ground.

  After doing all this, he turned his head to look at Leonard, and said with some expectation:

  "Can you steal the characteristics of the reader in me and transfer them to another clone?"

  "Let's go."

  Pallez's voice came from Leonard's mouth.

  As he finished speaking, the surrounding scene suddenly changed and returned to the carriage parked on the street.

  Stealing the location directly, it seems that the old man has recovered very well. As his thoughts drifted, he heard Leonard's curious question:

  "What can a dead Time Worm do?"

  Renekton saw Leonard's eyes looking at him, and after a moment of hesitation, he gave an answer:

  "The remains of that parasite can be used to make some spells or magical items that can steal extraordinary abilities and parasitize others."

  "If there are higher-level Time Worms, more magical items can be made, such as spells that can steal fate and cheat rules."

  "Give up your idea, my condition is not good enough to separate the Time Worm at will."

  As soon as Renekton finished speaking, Pallez used Leonard's body to reject Renekton's hidden words.