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 Chapter 446 Letter

  Outside the private port, Laticia and her adventure team members walked on the gravel road with shaky steps.

  Except for Laticia, the rest were ordinary people. Although they were adventurers, they were more likely to explore on land. Such a long boat ride and crossing the dangerous and violent sea, the bumps and bad weather along the way had a lot of impact on their bodies and spirits.

  The youngest boy in the adventure team said with a pale face and a sigh:

  "Huh~ Finally left the Golden Dream. Captain Edwina's unobstructed morning classes every day are too torturous. I feel like she is going to build a university for pirates!"

  When he mentioned Edwina, he paused for a moment, as if he had a complicated feeling about the captain, like a student in school who doesn't like a certain class but likes a beautiful lecturer.

  The middle-aged man who was supporting him laughed and joked:

  "Captain Edwina, you are more active in the morning class than most of the crew members."

  "I love to learn! Isn't Laetitia also very active in class?"

  The boy blushed and retorted.

  Hearing the team members talking about her, Laetitia sighed softly:

  "Edwina is a very knowledgeable lady, and also a good teacher."

  "Edwina? The iceberg admiral on the sea? She came to the southern continent?"

  A clear female voice suddenly sounded. Before Laetitia and others could react, the light around them suddenly dimmed, and one eye after another emerged from the surrounding air, cold and indifferent, as if even the surrounding temperature had dropped a lot.

  An illusory light composed of complex information suddenly emerged, condensed in the air, and formed a beautiful female figure wearing a classical wizard robe.

  She had a pair of impressive gray-brown eyes, and her thick brown hair was casually scattered, looking a little messy.

  "Your Highness Grant!"

  Laticia almost exclaimed, looking at the person who appeared in front of her with an incredible face.

  The other party's very representative eyes made her recognize him at a glance. One of the ten pillars of the Moss Ascetic Order, a true angel!

  "I didn't expect that the assistant that little guy was talking about would be you. I thought you had died under the pursuit of the Storm Church."

  "You are much braver than I thought. You dared to steal the Book of Calamity as an ordinary person. Even if the Storm Church did not take action, the book itself would be enough to kill you countless times."

  Grant's words were very impolite, like a mockery, but also like a warning.

  Laticia smiled bitterly and shook her head, not knowing what to say for a while.

  "You will follow me here as a teacher first. It is not only a precipitation for yourself, but also a waiting for the next plan of the great sage."

  Grant's eyes suddenly became distant, looking through the river of fate to the vague and hazy future.

  After handing over the transported goods, Edwina brought Johnson to the tavern downstairs, eating fresh fruits to replenish the necessary nutrients for the body while waiting for Bishop Luca who was still discussing other matters upstairs.

  In the room on the third floor, Bishop Luca, Prak, and Mesanyes continued to discuss personnel arrangements and other issues. By the time they finished discussing all the issues, it was already evening.

  Bishop Luca's figure swayed, and then he appeared directly next to Johnson who was lazily leaning on the chair. He looked at Edwina with a smile on his face and said,

  "Sorry to have kept you waiting. We have been chatting with the two of them for too long. Let's go back to the Church of Knowledge first. You have been drifting on the sea for so long, I think you also need to have a good rest."

  "And this Mr. 'Dream Thief', His Excellency the Favored One has been waiting for you. He seems to have a lot of things that he needs to arrange for people to do. If the Golden Dream hadn't been about to dock, he would have directly picked you up by traveling through the spirit world a few days ago."

  Bullshit, I haven't arrived yet, and the work has been arranged for me, right? Johnson's expression twisted, his eyes turned slightly, and then he said righteously:

  "No, I have to follow the captain. The Pas Valley is too dangerous. As the third mate of the Golden Dream, I need to be responsible for the captain's safety!"

  "I will stay in the Church of Knowledge for the next few days. There will be no safety hazards."

  Edwina rejected Johnson's excuse in a flat tone.

  "Uh" Johnson opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

  Luca looked at the two of them with gentle eyes, chuckled and said, "Don't resist, I'll take you to the spirit world."

  After that, he directly stretched out his hands and put them on the shoulders of Johnson and Edwina. A bright light blue light burst out from his eyes, and the figures of the three people instantly faded and disappeared into the tavern.

  On the north bank of the Pas River Valley, where the Loen military forces are stationed, the architectural style here is very different from the surrounding cities. It is still built in the Loen style.

  In a three-story single-family villa with officers on duty, a young man wearing a black windbreaker and looking quite good is sitting upright at the desk. He has bright golden hair and blue eyes like a lake. He has a slender figure and exudes an indescribable majesty in his every move.

  He is Audrey's brother, Alfred Hall, and is also the colonel of the Loen military stationed in the Pas River Valley area of ​​West Balam.

  There were neatly arranged documents on the desk in front of him. He sat upright, but his hands flipped through the documents casually and quickly put them aside.

  "Hmm?" He paused and looked sideways at the bay window on his left.     A silly-looking translucent rabbit walked out of the reflection of the window glass, holding a dark golden brooch in its hand. With just one glance, his spiritual intuition confirmed that it was his item.

  A spirit creature? It's not powerful or malicious, so why does it have my things? If I remember correctly, this brooch should be when Backlund was

  thinking about it. He saw the rabbit-like spirit creature take out a letter from its translucent body and hand it to him along with the brooch in its hand.

  Messenger? Who wrote the letter to me? And can I get my items to locate them? Alfred reached out to take the letter and the brooch with some doubts. He already had a guess in his mind that he was not willing to believe.

  Audrey has always been interested in mysticism. She asked me to help her find the seven-colored lizard dragon before. Although the reason she gave was enough to convince me, it didn't make sense when I thought about it carefully. So, that was actually the potion material she needed?

  With some trepidation and annoyance, he unfolded the letter in his hand:

  Dear Alfred, please don't be too surprised when you see this letter, because it doesn't match the image you usually show.

  As you guessed, I am now a Beyonder, a real "audience".

  We will talk about how I became an Beyonder later. I chose to risk exposing my Beyonder identity to write to you to remind you because I have something important to do.

  I participated in a relatively secret Beyonder gathering. I got some news at the last gathering. Something big will happen in the Pas River Valley area of ​​the southern continent, which is likely to turn into a melee between Beyonders. I

  know that you can't leave the military zone casually because of your status as a colonel. I wrote this letter to remind you that if a battle occurs, don't fight to the death. If you need to retreat, retreat. If someone directly drives you out of the battlefield, don't try to return.

  There are some confidentiality factors involved. I can't reveal too much information to you, but please believe me!

  I will explain your doubts to you slowly later. You don't need to return to Backlund. I found a messenger, the rabbit of knowledge that sent you a letter just now. Its summoning spell is: a spirit wandering in the void, a rabbit-shaped spirit favored by knowledge, a messenger that belongs exclusively to Susie.

  There is one more thing. Regarding my becoming a Beyonder, you and Susie are the only ones who know that I am a Beyonder. You can't be better than Susie, right?

  I miss your sister, Audrey!

  "She actually secretly became a Beyonder. This is too dangerous. Without proper guidance, it is easy to get out of control."

  Alfred frowned and pondered. What he cares about now is not the big things and dangers his sister mentioned, but that the other party actually hid it from the family and secretly became a Beyonder.

  "I must have a good talk with her. Alas~"

  He muttered to himself, and suddenly sighed again, giving up the plan to send a telegram to inform his father about this matter.

  He knew that with Audrey's character, if he hadn't helped her keep the secret, she would definitely not tell him what happened in the future like she did now.

  This would only be more dangerous, and now that she had become a Beyonder, telling her father and mother about this would not change anything. Perhaps her father already knew that Audrey would most likely target the family's treasure house when looking for potion materials. Even if she paid for the materials herself, the large amount of money flowing in the bank account would make her father discover the problem.

  After pondering for a while, Alfred immediately took out a few pieces of letter paper and a fountain pen from the table beside him, and began to write down the issues that Beyonders needed to pay attention to, as well as some basic mystical knowledge.

  In the clergy lounge behind the prayer hall of the Church of Knowledge, Rekton made a slight renovation here. The original tables and chairs were moved away and replaced with rows of neatly placed long tables. Only at the back near the bookshelf were there a few wooden chairs placed side by side.

  Rekton sat on the wooden chair leaning against the wall. On the table in front of him were two books that the Rabbit of Knowledge had sorted and copied.

  In addition to the rabbits of knowledge, he also sorted out some magic knowledge similar to tricks and compiled it into an entry-level manual for spiritual sorcerers.

  When he leaned against the wall to relax his mind, his inspiration suddenly touched him. As he raised his head, three figures suddenly appeared in front of the lounge.

  The gray-haired Luca Brewster put one hand on a person's shoulder. As their figures quickly solidified, Bishop Luca withdrew his hands this time.

  He looked at the rabbits of knowledge who were diligently sorting and copying books around him, and then looked at Renekton:

  "Are you still asking them for help? Even creatures from the spiritual world will get tired under such high-intensity oppression."

  ".Don't worry, this is not the previous batch. I have specially assigned a work number to each rabbit of knowledge, and I will never exploit the same rabbit repeatedly!"

  Renekton explained with a chuckle, and pointed to the note attached to the abdomen of the translucent body of the rabbit of knowledge, which had the strange symbols in Roselle's diary.

  Jodson, who was standing on the right side of Bishop Luca, suddenly looked very bad. He seemed to see his own future of being exploited from these rabbits of knowledge.

  Renekton's eyes stayed on the three people for a while. He did not feel the breath of the three-headed sea snake, and asked curiously:

  "Isn't Waje Weir with you?"

  "It said it was going to find a big man, and it separated from us after arriving at the port."

  Jodson shrugged, looking indifferent. After a pause, he pretended to be curious and asked:

  "Do you know who the big man it mentioned is?"

  "I know." Renekton nodded slightly, met Jodson's curious eyes, but did not say another word.

  Jodson pulled the corner of his mouth and quickly calmed down. After a moment, he frowned slightly. What's wrong with these guys? Why can't I steal their inner thoughts and ideas one by one. Chapter 447 Headless Knight

  "The thief's theft is probabilistic. You can use it with a seal of the path of destiny." Renekton chuckled and gave the other party a suggestion.

  Johnson rolled his eyes speechlessly and said in a light tone:

  "Things of the path of destiny are rare. Even if I encounter them by chance, there will definitely be a lot of people scrambling for them. I don't have the capital to bid, nor can I rely on my extraordinary abilities to steal them. They are too restrained by the ability of thieves."

  Renekton tapped the table in front of him with his right index finger, and chuckled like a bewitching person and said:

  "The School of Life split some time ago. Many of them joined the camp of the original moon either by themselves or by means of extraordinary characteristics and magical items."

  "You suddenly mentioned the original moon. Are you trying to drag me into it? Are you targeting the original moon believers in the Pas River Valley? There should be more than that."

  Johnson crossed his arms and whispered softly, looking like he was thinking seriously.

  Martina, the bishop of the East Balam region of the Earth Church and the person in charge of the affairs of the southern continent, secretly came to the Pass River Valley with two senior deacons of the church.

  They did not appear directly in the city or the crowded place, but walked along the river, constantly cleaning up the strange mushrooms that were growing more and more.

  Two deacons of the Earth Church, wearing clergy robes painted with wheat ears, flowers and spring symbols, surrounded a headless knight wearing black armor, whose body and the warhorse were almost integrated from the left and right sides.

  Martina was far behind, and they were like the soldiers led by the headless knight, silently moving forward and rhythmically following the steps of the headless knight.

  Wherever they passed, there was a little ink-like black spreading, silently covering everything around, covering all the colors, as if pulling the real world into a black and white painting.

  Among these black and white, there are many strange mushrooms with a little light blue fluorescence. They seem to be extremely unsuited to this black and white world. They wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and with a whimpering wind blowing, they are directly crushed into powder.

  As the Dullahan walked through more places, a dark and sticky liquid suddenly began to flow out of his empty neck, just like blood, gushing out.

  The dark and shiny armor in front of his chest and abdomen made a tooth-grinding creaking sound. On both sides of his chest and the position of his lower abdomen navel, the armor appeared to be torn and twisted to varying degrees, as if something was struggling to appear.

  "It's almost reached the limit," Martina, who was at the end, whispered softly.

  Her words seemed to have triggered a certain reaction mechanism of the Dullahan. He immediately stopped moving forward, and the upper body on the warhorse twisted 180 degrees directly, quietly staring at Martina who had just made the sound.

  The metal creaking sound from his chest and abdomen became louder, and soon there were three cracks, one large and two small, emitting a faint light, like a hideous face growing from his chest and abdomen.

  Before it opened its mouth to make a sound, Martina reached out and took out a somewhat tattered rag doll from her arms and threw it at the twisted and hideous headless knight.

  A peaceful and quiet black curtain suddenly fell, completely covering the headless knight. His movements instantly became shaky, like a person who stayed up late for a long time and fell into extreme fatigue and sleepiness, and could fall to the ground and fall asleep at any time.

  Suddenly, thick vines suddenly sprang out from the ground around them, entangled and submerged the somewhat tattered rag doll and the surrounding headless knights, turning them into a large emerald green cocoon.

  Martina nodded to the two church deacons guarding the emerald green cocoon, then turned around and returned the way they had come.

  As she took a step forward, dots of emerald green light emanated from her body, and the majestic breath of life washed the surrounding black and white areas.

  Soon, the black and white around her faded and turned back to the previous colors, except that the mushrooms, large and small, were missing.

  It took a long time to restore the vitality of the surrounding area by waving the light with rich vitality. After doing all this, Martina reached out and wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead. This was not the first time she did this. Even for a demigod, it was inevitable that she would feel weak and uncomfortable after losing so much spiritual power.

  A deacon with a tall stature and obvious giant bloodline, who was carrying an exaggerated giant sword on his back, looked at the thick cocoon wrapped in layers of green vines beside him and said:

  "Sir Martina, although 2-373 can suppress the awakening of 1-92 to a certain extent, this is not a long-term solution, and we can't create the conditions to seal him. How can we bring him back to the Church of Nature?"

  "I don't know either, but since the Mother Goddess has prompted us to use him, there must be something in the Pas Valley that can seal him. We just need to wait quietly."

  Martina answered the deacon's question in a low voice, while recalling the information about 1-92 in her mind:

  No. 1-92, Name: Headless Knight, he is a living creature, extremely chaotic, extremely crazy, unable to communicate, first discovered in the early Fifth Epoch, suspected to have evolved from an out-of-control Black Knight or the Three-Headed Temple, sealed by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and us.

  Before the "Battle of Forsaken Oath", the relevant personnel of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom had studied him and concluded that his spirit and soul were a patchwork monster, and his own thoughts were constantly fighting each other. Whichever thought prevailed, he would show the corresponding characteristics.

  The former Archbishop of the Feynaport City Diocese of the Church of Knowledge, Otans Nicholas, once commented on him: All his thoughts and ideas are crazy, because only thoughts that are strong enough and crazy enough can survive in a long-term confrontation.

  Everything around him will inevitably fall and gradually be assimilated into a pool of dark and sticky substances. He can fuse and twist these substances with the surrounding shadows and activate them into monsters to shape his own army. At the same time, he also mastered extraordinary abilities in many fields such as death, shadow, fall, fire, and life.

  His ability will continue to grow stronger as the degree of awakening increases, and at most it can completely cover a metropolis like Backlund. At that time, he will be fully awake, and even the angels will find it difficult to seal him again.

  He also possesses the abilities of the Secret Prayer, the Corpse Collector, the Hunter, the Farmer, and the Reader. The latter two come from the casualties of the two major churches when he was sealed. This further strengthens his power while also deepening his madness.     The sealing method is to let him fall into eternal sleep in an environment full of purifying power and without darkness.

  (Note: Every time he is used, the sealing effect will weaken until it is completely ineffective.)

  Confidentiality level: Bishop; Danger level: Level 1 (the danger level after fully awakening is no less than some level 0 seals); it can be used to a limited extent, but at least one archbishop, two senior deacons and corresponding seals must be present.

  Martina looked at the rippling river surface with a deep gaze, and she was a little worried. According to the current progress, these special mushrooms in the Pas River Valley area have not been completely cleared, and 2-373's temporary seal on him will be ineffective.

  Soon she gathered her thoughts, closed her eyes and restored her spirituality through meditation.

  After about 10 to 20 minutes, Martina opened her eyes again. She nodded to the two church deacons who were quietly guarding beside her and said,

  "Let's continue."

  As she spoke, she walked straight towards the Dullahan, who was wrapped in thick cocoons of emerald vines. The emerald vines seemed to come alive, quickly loosened up, and retracted back to the ground.

  The Dullahan, who was sleeping quietly, had returned to normal. His upper body had turned back at some point, and the cracks in the armor between his chest and abdomen had disappeared. There was no more black liquid flowing out of his smooth broken neck.

  The deacon, who had a thick green beard on his face and a pair of metallic gloves on his hands, reached out and took down the worn-out rag doll hanging on the Dullahan.

  He looked at the rag doll in his hand carefully. Although it was a bit abstract, he could barely tell that it was a chubby little girl wearing a floral short skirt.

  The floral skirt on the doll was already stained with black spots. He tried to wipe it with his hands, but he couldn't wipe it off. Just like the floral print on the skirt, it was originally printed on the fabric.

  He frowned and said with a worried tone:

  "2-373 has also been contaminated. Once it mutates, we will not be able to reduce its awakening level by temporarily sealing 1-92."

  "Tucker, you should always pay attention to the degree of contamination of 2-373. Within the influence range of 1-92, even if we don't use it, we cannot avoid contamination."

  "Dennis, be alert. When the seal has problems, it is also the most dangerous time for us. The hidden original moon believers are waiting for this moment."

  Martina said calmly.

  "Yes, Bishop Martina!"

  The deacon called Tucker responded in a deep voice, and then put the worn-out doll 2-373 in his arms.

  Dennis reached out and took off the silver giant sword on his back, and said in a frivolous voice:

  "I will make those filthy things disappear in the storm of dawn!"

  The Dullahan riding on the black armored warhorse also changed at this time. He began to move forward like a sleepwalker. His movements were not fast, but each step was very big, so the speed of advancement was not slow.

  Tucker and Dennis maintained the previous formation, one on the left and one on the right, closely following the Dullahan, while Martina followed behind a little slower.

  In the evening, in the Church of Knowledge, Renekton looked at the red moon that had already vaguely emerged in the sky in front of the window of the clergy lounge and had some strange premonitions in his heart.

  Is it going to start? It's almost time for the vampires to appear.

  After whispering in his heart, he turned his head to look at Jordon who was helping him sort out the books copied by the Rabbit of Knowledge and said in a low voice:

  "It won't be too peaceful tonight. You'd better follow Edwina. She has enough ability to protect you. You thieves are too weak before Sequence 4."

  Jordon had just smiled when he heard Renekton asking him to follow the captain, but the following words made his face fall.

  He muttered with some dissatisfaction: "I am already a Sequence 5 Dream Thief, the same sequence as the captain. Moreover, what do you mean that we thieves are too weak before Sequence 4? Can thieves become the strongest sequence after Sequence 4?"

  "Hehe, thieves after Sequence 4 can change their names to Amon, and naturally they are stronger than most Beyonders of the same sequence!"

  Renekton chuckled and teased, ignoring Jordon's somewhat stiff face, casually threw a milky white dice into the air, and then reached out to catch it.

  Then he spread out his palm, and the probability dice lay quietly in his palm, with the six points facing up!

  "Hehe, it seems I'm lucky today."

  Renekton sighed in a low voice, and his body suddenly became transparent, instantly turning into bright starlight and surging into the spirit world.  Chapter 448 The Primal Moon in Action

  On the north bank of the Pas River Valley, near the river bank of Impas City.

  Tucker was slightly stunned as he looked at the worn-out rag doll in his hand. The floral skirt on the rag doll had turned gray and black without him knowing when.

  He murmured in confusion, "How could it be so fast? It shouldn't be like this?"

  He could even feel that the rag doll in his hand was a little wet, as if a puddle of black liquid could be squeezed out if he squeezed it hard.

  The teeth-grinding creaking sound like metal friction kept echoing in his ears. In just a few breaths, the headless knight, who had only gurgling black viscous liquid from the broken neck, had undergone more changes. A large and two small cracks appeared between his chest and abdomen again, as if he had grown a twisted and hideous face.

  Martina frowned slightly, and quickly reacted and warned:

  "There is a problem in this area. Some unknown influence has accelerated the awakening of 1-92."

  "You should stay away first. He is about to lose control."

  As she spoke, she took out a handful of black seeds the size of a fingernail from the clergy robe painted with wheat ears, flowers, and springs, and threw them around the headless knight.

  The seeds immediately took root and sprouted as soon as they landed on the ground, and grew rapidly.

  One by one, dark green vines with strange patterns on the surface sprang up from all directions, with a hazy and dreamy feeling, and quickly bloomed palm-sized pale yellow flowers, spewing pollen that can make people sleep.

  The patterns on these vines flashed a dim and strange light, connecting into one piece, rendering a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere around.

  Pa~pa~

  The crisp clapping sound echoed in the quiet environment around them, and Tucker and Dennis immediately looked at the river surface on the side with vigilance.

  A figure in a pitch-black robe stepped onto the river under the gradually darkening sunset and the emerging crimson moon. Under his feet, the river water seemed to come alive, supporting him affectionately, and waves with a faint red color brushed against the back of his feet.

  Martina, who was standing on the shore, looked at the other party calmly, and then she murmured and said:

  "Crazy Sorik, who calls himself the follower of the original moon, has led a group of half-human, half-monster things to the so-called glorious evolution, causing countless tragedies. Hundreds of people have died directly or indirectly because of you."

  "Hehe, this is not a self-claim, but a fact."

  Sorik chuckled and corrected Martina's words, and then he continued to talk to himself:

  "A total of two thousand and thirty-one people have died because of me over the years, but their sacrifices are great. The death of a few people can be exchanged for the benefits of the majority. Isn't this a concept that all major churches agree with?"

  "Humans are a kind of creature full of defects. Only through continuous evolution can we perfect ourselves, such as becoming extraordinary people, but the number of magic potions is limited, and most of the magic potion methods are still controlled by those false gods."

  "For this reason, I must study an evolutionary route different from magic potions to make humans become perfect creatures. All sacrifices before this are necessary."

  "What an unreasonable lunatic." Tucker stared at the figure that appeared on the river, and cursed in a low voice with gritted teeth.

  Martina looked at Sorik who was slowly approaching on the river, and said in a heavy tone:

  "Be prepared for battle. You can give up 1-92 when necessary."

  "Give up? But this is an extremely dangerous first-level sealed object. It doesn't even need to be fully awakened. He can easily destroy all the lives nearby."

  Dennis' tone seemed a little anxious, and the veins on his hands holding the giant sword were bulging.

  "For us, the fully awakened 1-92 is also a fighting force. Although it is uncontrollable, he can completely contain a fighting force close to an angel."

  While speaking, Martina's tied-up hair slid down like a waterfall, with a green luster and full of vitality.

  Sorik, who was walking slowly on the river, suddenly stopped, and even the surging river water around him became still, as if it was a frozen picture.

  "Oh, it came so fast!" Sorik murmured without any expression.

  His body exploded instantly, being completely destroyed, and pieces of scarlet scattered on the river surface, splashing waves of water.

  ".This?" Tucker looked at this sudden scene in a daze, and then turned his head to look at Martina behind him.

  "The blood clan is coming."

  Martina muttered in a low voice, and green vines sprang out at her feet and swarmed into the river.

  The dusk that had not yet completely disappeared was suddenly replaced by a full moon. The crimson moonlight enveloped the entire Pas River Valley, and a series of changes appeared around it, such as spiritual growth, enhanced inspiration, and stronger death.

  Under the shade of a tree on the other side of the river, Renekton and Bells, who had lost his left eye, quietly emerged. He turned his head to look at Bells, who was called "Scarlet Eye", and roughly understood how he got this title.

  Bells glanced at Renekton with his only remaining right eye and said in a suspicious tone,

  "Huh, you seem to be thinking of something very rude."

  Renekton chuckled and did not respond to him. Instead, he said,

  "The area covered by the full moon is very wide. Did the Duke of the Full Moon take action?"

  "Of course not. The Grand Duke of the Full Moon will not take action easily. This is the effect created by a very important magical item in our blood clan. It is temporarily in the hands of Matthew."     "The appearance of the full moon means that they have already fought with the minions of the original moon."

  Bells raised his chin slightly, speaking in a calm and proud tone.

  Renekton nodded gently and stopped talking. The full moon has only positive benefits for the believers of the original moon, and no negative effects, so this cannot be a means used by the blood clan to deal with them. Is it covering up something? Or is it conveying information?

  As his thoughts floated, his inspiration was suddenly touched, and his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared above the river, dragging a bunch of ancient-style spears in his hands, burning from the tip to the handle with balls and balls of blood.

  Under the river, a huge red meat ball made of countless limbs, pieces of flesh and souls was dragged out of the water by thick green vines.

  There were many large and small hands, feet and heads of different skin colors twisting on the meat ball, just like the feet of millipedes, densely packed. Even if he didn't have intensive phobia, Renekton felt a little psychologically uncomfortable when looking at this picture.

  Without hesitation, he threw the dark red spear in his hand, which turned into a dark red stream of light in the air and fell straight down into the huge meat ball.

  A large, deep hole appeared on the meat ball. The twisted and squirming limbs and head on the huge meat ball froze for a moment, and then spread out like boneless meat. As the river water flowed and swayed, even the thick vines could no longer restrain it.

  With a clang, a bright white light suddenly appeared where Renekton had just been. Even the void seemed to be cut by this light, making a creaking and harsh sound.

  Renekton's figure seemed to be non-existent, and was not affected at all. He chuckled and looked to the side of the other side of the river. He whispered softly and said silently:

  "I see you!"

  The next moment, his figure instantly became transparent, like a statue formed by countless starlight. The statue immediately shattered and turned into dots of starlight, surging into the spirit world.

  "Heh, you're walking so fast." Bells, who stayed where he was, sneered. The flesh at the position of his left eye had begun to wriggle and recover.

  Swish! Swish! Swish!

  The sound of several thin objects cutting through the air was heard. Almost at the same time, three blood-red long arrows pierced his heart, forehead and neck respectively.

  The long arrows sank into Bells' body, and his body instantly flew backwards. No blood was shed. His figure quickly became thinner and brittle in mid-air, and finally turned into a paper man that seemed to be condensed by crimson moonlight, and quickly shattered.

  The next moment, his body solidified in another direction, and a group of vampire bats between reality and illusion poured out from all directions and pounced on him.

  "Humph! Boring trick."

  With a light hum, Bells took a step forward, and thick black fog poured out from behind him. At the same time, the shadows and darkness around him quickly wriggled, condensing into illusory but solid black shackles, interweaving into an exaggerated black giant net in mid-air, trapping all the bats.

  Then he took out a bottle of light golden potion from his coat pocket, and threw it into the air after paying some attention to his spirituality.

  Crash!

  The sound of glass breaking sounded instantly, and the light golden liquid quickly burst into flames, emitting a fierce but not irritating golden light. This light was like water, flowing around.

  As soon as the vampire bats caught in the net touched the light, they let out a shrill cry, and a puff of green smoke came out of their bodies, gradually disappearing.

  Bells's movements did not stop at all. The thick black fog condensed into a pair of illusory bat wings behind him, briefly giving him the ability to fly. As the huge bat wings flapped, his body instantly turned into a residual image and disappeared on the spot.

  The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared on a treetop, his hands clenched into claws, and his nails grew an extra section with mysterious symbols and patterns. The two vampire bats hidden on the treetop wanted to flap their wings to escape, but he tore them apart one by one.

  On the other side of the river, Martina decisively controlled the dark green vines that surrounded the Dualless Knight after seeing Renekton disappear, and threw the Dualless Knight who was briefly controlled into the river.

  After doing all this, she turned her head to look at Tal and Dennis who were concentrating on alert and said:

  "You go and cooperate with the vampires to clean up those primitive moon believers who have emerged. I will stay to monitor 1-92 to prevent it from attacking indiscriminately, and solve the problem here by the way."

  "Yes, Your Excellency Martina!" "No problem!"

  Tucker and Dennis responded at the same time, and then turned to the place where the crimson moonlight was the most intense.

  Martina glanced at the direction they left, and then walked straight to the other side of the river. Under her feet, thick green vines drilled out of the ground, like a long green bridge, easily lifting her body to the other side of the river.

  Ho~ho~ho~

  Under her feet, a huge piece of meat composed of various limbs and heads made chaotic and hoarse meaningless syllables.

  These sounds were like a radio that was constantly being adjusted, searching for the right rhythm, trying to establish a connection with an unknown existence.

  Without the restraint of the vines, the pile of flesh began to occupy the entire river surface and continued to spread upstream and downstream.

  This situation did not last long. The river suddenly turned into a bottomless black, as if it could swallow even the light. The pieces of flesh floating on the river surface also began to twist and gradually lost their color.

  The heads growing on the pieces of flesh became dull, and the limbs that kept shaking gradually became stiff, like rusty machinery. At the same time, a dark and sticky liquid was secreted from the folds of the flesh.

  Depravity, madness and mutation filled the entire river.

  Martina ignored the changes in the river surface under her feet. After she controlled the emerald green vines to send herself to the other side of the river, her body suddenly swelled, the hair on her body continued to thicken, and the originally smooth skin surface grew a bunch of coarse brown short hairs.

  In a flash, her body had swelled into a terrifying giant bear that was five or six meters tall. Chapter 449: The Sleeping Street

  Roar~

  An exaggerated roar came out from the giant bear, as if it could pierce a person's eardrum, shaking the surrounding ground with terrifying power, making the originally solid soil rise and fall like the sea surface, raising waves of soil.

  The originally dense forest on this side of the river bank suddenly fell to the ground, and some trees were thrown directly into the air. The zombies that were originally buried underground were also turned out and quickly buried again.

  A series of crimson hazy moonlight flowed among the crooked trees, and several figures with unclear faces jumped between the overturned trees and quickly moved away from this side.

  The surrounding ground that was constantly rising and falling soon calmed down, and a hazy moonlight quickly appeared beside the giant bear and re-condensed Bells' body.

  He turned his head to look at Martina, the bishop of the Earth Church who was standing beside him in the posture of a giant bear. He slightly raised his head and looked at the head of the giant bear, and said in a rude tone:

  "You scared away all the guys hiding around here."

  Martina didn't care about Bells' tone, but just said lightly:

  "'Crimson Eye' Bells? It seems that you blood race attach great importance to this operation."

  Bells pulled out a polite smile, and said while looking at the surroundings with a serious look:

  "Not only do we attach importance to it, but those crazy people who believe in the original moon on the opposite side also attach great importance to it. Even those guys from the Rose School were fooled by them. I don't know what price they paid for it."

  "Oh, there is no price. How could those guys who indulge in desires miss such a thing."

  A hoarse and low voice interrupted Bells' words, and pieces of broken red scales composed of hazy moonlight gathered instantly and reorganized into a thin figure in a black robe.

  Snap! He snapped his fingers lightly, creating pieces of crimson moonlight to spread down.

  Chi! Chi! Amid the sound, some hideous arms emerged from the ground, followed by heads and bodies. All the corpses buried by Martina's earth wave came to life and underwent a significant change.

  The paleness and corpse spots of the corpses faded quickly, and patterns of red and light blue interwoven on the corpses appeared faintly. The air was instantly filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

  "Although these corpses are just some failures in your research on evolution, they are not completely useless."

  The original moon believer in black robes said mocking words, but his body instantly became transparent and disappeared under the crimson moonlight.

  Bells' figure disappeared synchronously, and the two turned into crimson moonlight again, intertwining together.

  Martina, who turned into a giant bear, took exaggerated steps and ran forward, waving the brown bear's claws to tear the transformed corpses into pieces.

  The upper river area near the river in Impas is the most populated area for local indigenous people. Their lives are not good and they can barely survive by doing their best. Not only is the environment bad, but the public security is also extremely chaotic.

  The people here are stubborn and xenophobic. It is the most difficult place to spread faith. Whether it is the Church of Knowledge in the open or the Protestantism in the dark, faith has not been able to take root here. Most of them still believe in the fallen god of death, at least on the surface.

  This is also the place most affected by the original moon. More than half of the residents have eaten the glowing mushrooms and become the prepared puppets or even experimental subjects of the original moon's followers.

  The people here have formed a small-scale belief in the original moon, even if most people are not very devout.

  Under the crimson moonlight, in an inconspicuous corner, suddenly there are bright stars surging out of the void, and the stars quickly reunite inside, revealing the figure of Renekton.

  His eyes are filled with a deep blue and purple brilliance, and his sight easily penetrates the surrounding houses and walls, taking in the situation in this area.

  Most people here fell into a psychedelic state, and fell down in their original positions in a weird posture, and kept making intermittent, meaningless syllables from their mouths, and the sound seemed noisy and layered.

  They had more or less eaten the fluorescent mushrooms, and their bodies had accumulated certain toxins and pollution, which were detonated at this time.

  The remaining ordinary people who had not eaten mushrooms almost all fell into a deep sleep, with distorted expressions, as if they were in a dream that was both painful and joyful, and various emotions grew in their hearts.

  "I have also become despicable. For my own purposes, I deliberately let those primitive moon believers do what they want."

  Renekton lowered his eyes and muttered to himself in a complex tone.

  The full moon in the sky suddenly became as red as blood, and spirituality quickly grew, and inspiration became stronger. Even ordinary people could easily see things that were not normally seen and hear sounds that were not normally heard.

  The noisy and layered meaningless syllables around them soon became rhythmic, the noisy sounds became unified, the weird atmosphere spread, and even the air around them seemed to become sticky. Does

  "Great Mother Life"

  not need the devout faith and prayers of believers, but resonates through large-scale prayers to produce qualitative changes? Renekton's eyes were fixed for a moment, and then he took a pea from his hand and threw it on the ground like a magic trick.

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

  They intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, layer upon layer, and the top could not be seen at all, but it was cleverly isolated from reality and no longer affected by the blood moon.

  The unconscious mumbling that had originally tended to be unified became chaotic again, and the weird atmosphere that was gradually brewing dissipated.

  The people who were lying on the ground intertwined with green vines and making unconscious mumblings suddenly woke up. They quickly got up and surrounded Renekton from all directions.

  "You have more puppets than I thought."

  Renekton sighed lightly without any expression. His eyes looked around among these controlled puppets, but he did not find the real body hidden among them. Has the real body left the city? Or did he hide himself?     "It's useless." "People who have eaten that special mushroom." "Covered the entire Pas River Valley." "Without the people in this city." "It's not a big impact."

  The puppets controlled around him spoke intermittently, with different voices and different tones of speech that could be connected together.

  His consciousness wandered between these puppets, and there seemed to be no distinction between the primary and the secondary. He was neither a puppet master nor a parasite, so there would inevitably be problems with multi-threaded operations.

  After mumbling a sentence in his heart, Renekton slightly opened his hands, and in an instant, one star after another fell and lingered around him.

  As the sight of the Secret Eye locked onto the figures that had become puppets, the bright starlight lingering around him flew away one after another and landed on the scattered puppets.

  These starlights condensed instantly, creating huge translucent ambers, imprisoning and isolating the puppets.

  Renekton's movements did not stop, and then one star after another emerged in the air, densely packed and dazzling.

  These shining stars cast one after another brilliant light, as if attracted, and converged on the transparent amber, forming a bright cocoon of light.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  As if sensing danger, the puppets under control struggled violently, and their bodies began to change.

  Some grew coarse dark brown short hair, and their bodies swelled into twisted brown bears that stood upright; some of their arms suddenly swelled, their nails became long, sharp and strong, their waists and backs bent, and tufts of gray short hair grew on their bodies, turning them into monsters that looked like werewolves; others had blood vessels that suddenly bulged, some light blue and some red, and they kept coughing out black smoke with a pungent smell of sulfur.

  These puppets after the changes attacked the translucent amber that surrounded them like crazy, as if they didn't know the pain, and they didn't stop even when their sharp nails broke and their arms were broken.

  In terms of physical strength alone, these puppets have reached the level of Sequence 7 Beyonders, who are known for their physical fitness. In addition to the abilities attached to their transformed bodies, even Sequence 6 Beyonders may be overturned when facing them. This guy is indeed a talent, but unfortunately he is a madman.

  Renekton sighed slightly in his heart. He has collected enough information through the Eye of Secrets. The bright brilliance of the stars seemed to have found a breakthrough, quickly destroying the more fragile structures of these mutated puppets, and gradually dissolving their bodies.

  They seemed to have no normal senses, and the movements of slapping and biting the transparent amber did not stop at all, even though their bodies fell piece by piece.

  First, some small pieces of meat, then a finger, an arm, a thigh... until they completely collapsed and dissipated.

  After dealing with all the exposed puppets, Renekton gently poked his fingers, and the starlight around him quickly disappeared, and the translucent amber also turned into dots of starlight and dissipated.

  Only some green, red, light blue, or pale light spots were left, rising and falling, gradually forming a vortex, and slowly converging.

  After just a glance, Renekton withdrew his sight. He stretched out his hand and dragged out a layer of peaceful and quiet night from the void, covering all those affected by the original moon.

  Then the layers of green vines around began to shrink, and the strange space isolated from reality dissipated.

  The dazzling sunlight fell from the sky, and Renekton squinted uncomfortably.

  It seems that the clone has already squatted on the original body of Sorik. I can help the Church of Knowledge to clean up the military forces of Rune and Intis first, and then the Rose School and the Royal Faction of the Spirit Cult that are still hidden in the dark.

  As soon as the thought floated, his figure turned into pieces of bright starlight and disappeared on the spot.

  The north bank of the Pas River Valley, where the Rune army is stationed.

  A figure was quickly outlined in the air. He stared at the ground quietly for two seconds. His loose black fur coat swayed in the cold wind. His black and white hair had a sense of vicissitudes of life.

  Prak's right thumb gently rubbed the ring with dark green gemstone on his index finger twice, and an invisible wave spread instantly.

  The originally bright crimson moonlight dimmed instantly and was replaced by a layer of peaceful and quiet night. The feeling of tranquility and peace came with the stars.

  Silently, the deep and rich sleepiness engulfed everything. Whether it was the army that was sleeping or on duty, they all fell into a deep sleep without exception.

  Only some extraordinary people at the middle sequence level could barely resist the sudden drowsiness and respond quickly.

  "Enemy attack!" A harsh and unpleasant voice with spiritual disturbance instantly covered the entire military area.

  As soon as the sound appeared, it was intercepted by several strange jellyfish-like spirits that suddenly appeared. The invisible sound waves seemed to have substance in front of them, easily blocking and swallowing these sounds.

  The spiritual disturbance contained in this sound seemed to cause them to have indigestion. The translucent tentacles wrapped themselves into a ball and bumped around, as if they had a stomachache.

  "It is forbidden to sink here."

  A voice with an indescribable sense of majesty came from another direction. He used the ancient Hermetic language to initiate a "ban".

  Before this "ban" was formed, his words suddenly got stuck, as if he had suddenly lost the ability to speak.

  The next moment, thick green vines fell from the sky, covering the surrounding area like a rainstorm, interweaving into a green forest, layer upon layer, with no visible boundaries.

  Renekton's figure reunited in the bright starlight, and all the Beyonders who were still awake in this area were pulled into this wonderful forest isolated from the outside world.  Chapter 450: Loen Military

  In the layers of green forests, three slightly anxious and uneasy figures were moving quickly. They seemed to have the means to locate each other's positions, and they could quickly find the direction of convergence after being deliberately separated by Renekton.

  Among them, the one with the strongest aura and the most majestic feeling was a middle-aged officer who looked to be in his forties. He had brown hair and brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, and deep facial features. His clothes were a little messy, and he was simply holding a military coat full of medals on the outside, as if he had just climbed out of bed.

  To Renekton's right, in a place blocked by the drooping green vines, a young man in a black windbreaker was running wildly. He looked quite good, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, and he also had an indescribable sense of majesty.

  A little further away, there was a thin, handsome, and gentle young man.

  His pace was not fast, but it could confuse the measurement standard of the surrounding distance. He had only walked seven or eight steps, but his figure had already come to a very far place.

  Of course, there were more than three extraordinary people in the Loen military, but only three of them could resist the sleep just now and respond quickly.

  That ring was at least a demigod-level seal, otherwise it would not have such a strong effect. After muttering to himself, Renekton withdrew his gaze from the ring on Prak's hand.

  He turned his head to look at the three extraordinary people in the Loen military who were pulled into the green pea forest by him, and chuckled and said their sequence, as if greeting them:

  "Hey, a law mage, a judge, and a chaos mentor."

  While speaking, a black jade chess piece condensed between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. The chess piece was thrown out by him casually, and the chaos mentor's movements suddenly became intermittent, like a stuck animation, and he couldn't move a step for a long time.

  The middle-aged officer with a sense of majesty quickly locked Renekton's position through spiritual fluctuations. He looked ahead with a deep look in his eyes, as if many emotions were brewing.

  Then, he spoke in a low voice in the ancient Hermetic language: "Exile!"

  An invisible and majestic force suddenly erupted, shattering all the green vines that blocked the view and flying away.

  In an instant, everyone's figures were clearly exposed in front of everyone.

  "Deprivation!" Another low voice in the ancient Hermetic language sounded.

  Renekton was stunned. He felt that his ability to become astral was deprived. Although he relied on his special status to resist some of the opponent's "deprivation", he felt that he could only transform part of his body into astral state for about one second at most.

  After Renekton's most proficient and practical extraordinary ability was deprived, the body of this majestic middle-aged officer violated the laws of physics and floated in the air. A strong majesty emanated from him, pressing down on the surroundings like a small mountain. Renekton

  looked at him with a normal expression, and the deep blue and purple brilliance in his eyes suddenly became bright, as if countless stars were reflected in them.

  As the two looked at each other, he clearly saw lightning forming in the eyes of the middle-aged officer opposite him, as if it came from the depths of consciousness and directly acted on the spirit body.

  The middle-aged officer floating in the air focused his mind, his eyes shone brightly, and he launched an attack that could pierce the target's spirit body, a "spiritual piercing" of the fourth level of sequence.

  "Ah!" The scream of pain suddenly echoed in everyone's ears. The middle-aged officer who was originally floating in the air fell painfully, his body fell on the ground woven with green vines, his hands tightly holding his head, his expression was painful and distorted.

  There was blood flowing out of his nose, ears, and eyes, and there were bloody cracks on the surface of his body, as if something was about to grow out of it.

  "Spiritual piercing" attacks the target's spirit body. If it is used on a person with a stronger spirit body than oneself, it will be backfired accordingly. The spirit body happens to be the area that the Secret Peeper's Path is best at, not to mention that Renekton himself is one sequence higher than him.

  Just now, when the other party used "spiritual piercing" and looked at Renekton, he directly reflected part of the information of the Hidden Sage in the other party's mind, allowing the other party to briefly establish a connection with a great existence with malicious intent.

  Renekton only glanced at him and then looked away. His figure twisted in an instant and disappeared from the spot.

  A cold and indifferent eye formed by bright stars appeared beside the chaotic mentor whose time was delayed.

  The next moment, the eye twisted for a moment and replaced by Renekton's figure.

  "Imprison!" A solemn and majestic ancient Hermes language echoed not far away.

  Renekton looked sideways and saw a piece of extremely viscous transparent liquid suddenly flowing around him. These liquids quickly wrapped him up and formed a huge amber.

  Judging from his appearance, he should be Alfred, the brother of Miss "Justice" Audrey.

  As his thoughts floated, Renekton gently raised his hand and touched the huge amber that wrapped him up. The bright starlight quickly spread from his palm, assimilating the entire amber created by the law at a very fast speed.

  Crash! With a crisp shattering sound, the huge amber that surrounded him turned into star-like light and dissipated.

  Then he turned his right hand, with his palm facing upwards, and a slowly rotating ball of star sand quickly formed in his palm, and stars quickly emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

  As he made a forward throwing motion, the slowly rotating ball of star sand quickly enlarged and swallowed up the thin chaotic mentor in front and Alfred not far behind him.     "Confinement!"

  "Exile!"

  Alfred said two sentences in a row with a somewhat anxious look, but they had little effect. Whether it was the invisible barrier created by "confinement" or the tremendous power of "exile", they were quickly assimilated and swallowed by the expanding star sand.

  The figure of the originally slow-moving chaos mentor suddenly twisted for a moment, and just took a step back, his body suddenly appeared next to Alfred.

  Then he directly twisted the distance between the slowly rotating star sand and himself, magnifying the distance of only five or six meters by dozens of times.

  Ho~ho~ho~

  A hoarse and meaningless syllable came from not far away, like the last struggle of an old life before death.

  Renekton turned his head and saw Prak half-crouching, his eyes calmly looking at the middle-aged officer lying on the ground in pain.

  The body of the middle-aged officer seemed to be constantly moving forward in the river of death. His aura quickly decayed and withered, his hair turned gray and began to fall off, and the bloody cracks on his body quickly turned pale and dry, with large areas of chapped skin.

  His flesh and blood fell off piece by piece like pieces of meat that were forcibly stuck together, and turned into yellow powder as if weathered.

  Soon, the middle-aged officer could not even make a hoarse sound, and the flesh on his neck began to fall off.

  In less than a minute, a Sequence 4 demigod who was barely in his prime had ended his life and turned into a pile of yellow bones.

  Dots of light blue and silver-white light slowly emerged and began to gather on the yellow skull, which gradually became crystal clear.

  Renekton quickly retracted his gaze. He reached forward and tore the ball of star sand that had expanded to the size of a three-story building. The bright starlight turned into a stream of azure light, attacking the chaotic mentor and Alfred beside him from all angles.

  The thin and handsome young man frowned, and every azure light around him made him feel deadly danger.

  Even if I distorted the concept of myself and the target, so that the attacker and I would bear half of the damage, these azure lights were still deadly to me. Demigod! And the other party was also extremely powerful among the demigods.

  While thinking, he decisively used the ability of "chaos" to cause chaos in the surrounding area, making it difficult for attacks to fall on him. At the same time, he kept using the ability of "distortion" to redirect those attacks that broke through the chaos.

  "Be careful!"

  Alfred's voice, which seemed to be slowed down countless times, suddenly came to his ears. He didn't have time to listen to what the other party said slowly. The tone full of surprise and panic was enough to explain the problem.

  He quickly took another step back, and at the same time used the ability of "chaos" to try to confuse the distance measurement.

  Just as the ability was activated, before he had time to distort his position, he suddenly felt a tearing pain in his chest.

  He looked down in disbelief and saw a miniature blue "door" appearing an inch in front of his chest.

  An arm made of bright starlight stretched out from the "door", easily assimilating and melting his flesh and blood, and piercing his chest.

  "Uh-huh." He couldn't say the words in his mouth, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

  As his consciousness gradually blurred, he turned his head to look at Alfred, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

  The arm made of bright starlight was retracted from the dark blue "door" and solidified into flesh and blood again.

  Renekton raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and the green vines around him quickly retracted, and the surrounding space overlapped with reality again.

  After the green vines that fell from the sky appeared, Messanyes quickly led his army to rush over.

  The military area that originally belonged to the Loen military had been occupied by the local army led by Messanyes. With most ordinary people and low-sequence extraordinary people in a deep sleep, Messanyes' army had almost no effort.

  Those military extraordinary people who woke up from their deep sleep were almost eliminated without much resistance, either becoming prisoners or corpses.