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  Chapter 456: Dividing the Battlefield

  Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. He was very familiar with this voice. It came from the crazy primitive moon's follower Sorik. He was still alive, and it was even possible that he had achieved the conditions required for the promotion ceremony with the help of the previous incident!

  The deep blue and purple brilliance in Renekton's eyes expanded for a moment, and then quickly converged. He restrained the urge to use the Eye of Peering. A casual glance here might lead to seeing the pair of sisters on the moon because of the connection in mysticism. It was a bit too dangerous.

  He looked around with cold eyes, and pieces of starlight appeared around him. Then he quickly pulled his body up and came to the sky.

  The deep blue and purple brilliance in his eyes converged, reflecting a brilliant galaxy. The brilliant stars appeared one after another around him, one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

  Under the light curtain that was difficult for ordinary people and extraordinary people to see, a brilliant starry sky emerged. The blue stars quickly turned into golden color. The clear and pure sunlight scattered from the sky, and the night became day in an instant.

  Renekton's eyes flashed with pure light, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling, but it seemed quite indifferent and without temperature.

  The Hidden Sage was connected to Renekton in some unknown way. It was a bit like the spiritual communication of the War Bishop. I easily borrowed the knowledge, power and status of the Hidden Sage, but I would also be oppressed by His madness. My spirit and will.

  Renekton did not think too much. In this state, his mental pressure was a bit high.

  The stars in the sky that sprinkled clear sunlight fell one by one, and a magnificent and pure blazing light spot fell from the sky, dragging a long light golden tail in the air, and even the air seemed to be stained with a layer of gold.

  These light spots seemed to have consciousness and accurately fell on every mutated creature.

  The plants and trees that had grown hideous and scarlet mouths and prayed to the original moon screamed one after another. As wisps of blue-black smoke floated from them, their life characteristics returned to normal and the pollution they had suffered was purified, but their appearance had not completely changed back, and they still looked a little hideous and distorted.

  The mutated monsters and the long-dead corpses were also truly and completely dead. Although they still looked weird, they were no longer polluted.

  The light golden rain lasted for nearly half a minute until the last golden star floating in the sky fell. The majestic and pervasive sun breath was gradually replaced by the deep red moonlight.

  Renekton looked up in a daze. The light curtain that originally covered the sky had disappeared, and with it, the shadow of the bound god hanging upside down on the tree projected from the spirit world also disappeared.

  Feeling that the connection between the hidden sage and himself had been broken, Renekton quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that if it lasted a little longer, his mental state would be irreversibly affected.

  Although I have experienced the strength and status of a Sequence Archangel with the help of the Hidden Sage, it will take me at least one or two months to fully adjust my mental state with this half-minute experience card.

  After muttering in his heart, Renekton looked down with a deep gaze, trying to find the original Moon Follower who was being promoted through prophecy to stop him, and it would be best to directly eliminate this unstable factor.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Continuous air-breaking sounds came, and several blood-red long arrows pierced Renekton's forehead, heart and lower abdomen at a very fast speed.

  Amidst a sizzling sound, Renekton's figure turned into bright starlight points, surging at a very fast speed towards the original Moon believer who had just attacked him.

  A translucent figure suddenly broke away from the spirit world and appeared right in front of the surging starlight.

  He was wearing a black clergy robe, and his left palm with a black glove slightly clenched towards Renekton, as if grasping something, and repeated it twice.

  The bright starlight seemed to be unable to sustain itself, and Renekton's figure re-condensed in the floating starlight.

  Thief? It should be a magical item. It's so unlucky that the ability to transform into stars was stolen. Thoughts floated one after another, and Renekton's eyes flashed with pure and cold light. He suppressed his own emotional fluctuations to the lowest level. He looked at the Beyonder who suddenly appeared in front of him indifferently.

  His face was thin, his skin was brown, and his eyes were sunken like a mummy. The roots of the beard on his chin were black and the extensions were white. They spread from the sides of his mouth to the sides of his ears. However, they were not thick and were quite short, and looked dotted.

  His eyes were close to his skin color, belonging to light brown. He clearly had the temperament of a priest, but he gave people a cold and terrifying feeling, as if he would become perverted in silence.

  "Saint of the Rose School, Zatwin, I remember you should be in Loen now."

  Renekton said without any ups and downs in his tone, and raised his right palm upwards, quickly forming a ball of slowly rotating star sand.

  Zattwin said nothing. He raised his right hand, with his thumb and index finger at a 90-degree angle, and the other fingers slightly clenched.

  The next moment, an illusory skull surrounded by black air suddenly appeared, carrying a strong sense of death, like a messenger sent by the underworld, and rushed straight to Renekton.

  Renekton slowly threw the slowly rotating star sand in his hand, and one star after another emerged, densely packed and dazzling.

  These stars cast one after another radiance, converging around to form a magnificent pillar of light. The illusory skull surrounded by black air sank into it, without even a ripple.

  The bright and bright light quickly expanded outward with the twinkling stars, enveloping Renekton and Zattwin at a speed that was difficult to avoid. As the stars flickered, the expanding light and the figures of the two disappeared from the visible field of vision.

  A hazy crimson moonlight passed by, and a vague figure condensed in the air. He tried to reach forward to grab something, but he touched nothing.

  "They are temporarily hidden, so no one can interfere with their battlefield. Similarly, no one has the opportunity to interfere with us."

  Prak's figure was quickly outlined beside him. He walked leisurely in the air, and the ring on his right hand passed through a layer of obscure brilliance.

  The crimson moonlight suddenly dimmed, and a layer of vague and dark fog filled the surroundings at some point. All the scenery became less real. It was clearly in front of him, but it seemed as far away as a world away.

  "The secret world you."

  "Woo~~Woo~"

  The words of the original moon believer were directly interrupted by the words of the dead that kept echoing around him. The sharp and piercing sounds were layered and indescribable, as if countless dead souls were whispering, roaring, and shouting in his ears.

  This sound directly took effect on the spiritual level, and even if one closed one's own spirituality and all senses, it was difficult to completely block it.

  The original moon believer, who was shrouded in crimson moonlight and difficult to see clearly, frowned slightly and looked at Prak who kept chanting the words of the dead with some annoyance.     The words of the dead kept lingering in his ears, which was an unbearable torture for the Moon Path Extraordinaries with a keen sense of smell and hearing. The words of the dead would gradually turn living creatures into undead creatures, and they would gradually die. He could even smell the smell of flesh and blood decaying on their bodies.

  He tried to create a full moon in this secret world, but was interrupted by the other party every time. Without the moonlight environment, he could not deal with the other party by quickly flashing his position.

  The secret world was isolated from the spirit world, and the most powerful ability of the summoning master could not be used here.

  He tried to bring Prak's figure into his eyes and attack the other party with a curse, but his spiritual intuition kept warning that the biggest possibility of doing so was that he would die with the other party.

  Damn it, the secret world restrained the summoning master too much, and even if the Extraordinary of the Death Path died, as long as he made certain preparations in advance, he could still return to the underworld. Even if they died together, in the end, only I would die.

  One thought after another floated in his mind, making him more and more irritated, but the desire to die with the other party became stronger and stronger.

  If I delay a little longer, as long as the time for the secret world to last is over, I can return to the blood moon and the Great Mother's gaze.

  Opposite him, Prak, who had been keeping a distance from him, curled his lips slightly. His pupils were vertical and pale gold, as if they could reflect the deepest soul, but the original moon believers who had been disturbed by him did not notice this abnormality.

  On the other side, Renekton and Zattwin, who were engulfed by the pure light, came to an island at the same time, an island that was as dreamy as a fairy tale, with a bright white moon hanging above their heads, like an isolated utopia.

  Cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes grew out from everywhere, and their cold and indifferent gazes were all cast on Zattwin, as if they wanted to see through every cell in his body.

  Renekton raised his hand slightly, but the action suddenly paused. He forgot what he wanted to do.

  The next moment, several thin ice crystal arrows suddenly shot over, carrying a strong sense of death, leaving a layer of white frost in the air, causing the surrounding grass and trees to wither.

  Brilliant starlight appeared one after another in front of Renekton. They condensed in an instant, forming a somewhat transparent starlight barrier that blocked all the ice crystal arrows.

  The ice crystal arrows shattered the moment they hit the starlight barrier, and the pale ice crystals quickly spread all around. As the sobbing wind blew, the temperature around them dropped instantly, and the speed of the frost spreading also increased suddenly.

  Bang!

  A violent sound of ice breaking sounded, and Zatwin's body was like a steam train running non-stop, dragging a long afterimage behind him. His fist smashed the heavy ice crystals and fell on the starlight barrier.

  Bang! Bang!

  Two more punches hit the starlight barrier, and the starlight barrier that Renekton did not deliberately maintain shattered with a sound.

  In the starlight that fell like glass fragments, Zatwin's arm suddenly expanded, and the illusory black air swirled around and smashed towards Renekton's face.

  The moment his fist touched Renekton, his body suddenly became transparent and illusory, turning into a pile of bubbles that scattered in all directions.

  These bubbles quickly froze in the cold wind, then shattered and disappeared in an instant.

  Renekton's figure emerged from the other side, holding a milky white chess piece in his left hand and pressing it in the air.

  Zatwin and the cold wind around him seemed to have been slowed down, and their movements were so slow that they seemed to be jumping frame by frame.

  Without hesitation, Renekton dragged his right hand while condensing a spear of ancient style, with balls of blood burning from the tip to the handle.

  The spear was quickly thrown forward by him, turning into a dark red stream of light and piercing into Zatwin's left chest.

  A second before piercing his heart, Zatwin's body suddenly became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlight. As the dark red spear passed through his chest, the transparent statue instantly shattered, turning into bright starlight points surging, and condensed his body again in another direction.

  Damn! Thieves are really annoying!

  Unable to help but curse in his heart, Renekton raised his hand and pointed forward, and a beautiful female figure in gorgeous clothes appeared in the air.

  A strong sense of sleepiness suddenly came over him. Even as a Sequence 3 Saint, Zatvin still found it difficult to resist this sleepiness. His eyelids kept drooping, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

  "Ah!"

  A sharp and piercing scream that pierced the soul suddenly came out of his mouth, hurting the spirit body while carrying an extremely evil and twisted curse.

  Renekton's figure became thinner and brittle at this moment, and finally turned into a folded light yellow paper man.

  As soon as the light yellow paper man appeared, it twisted, and pale white curly hairs grew on his body. His body continued to expand. When it was about to turn into a goat, the paper man seemed to be unable to withstand the curse and directly exploded into a pile of flying paper scraps.

  It was not until the echoing screams ended that Renekton emerged from the dark night, intact and unaffected by the curse.

  While using the paper man substitute to avoid the screams, he used a mysterious reappearance of the "Night Kingdom" to turn himself into a secret state, thus avoiding the transformation curse of the silent disciple.

  Snap! Renekton raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

  Bright stars emerged one by one in the air, and at the same time, pieces of pure brilliance fell down. These brilliances intertwined with each other, disintegrating and melting the howling cold wind and the heavy frost that had covered the ground, and building the surroundings into a pure white world.

  In this environment, Zatwin's mirror jump and the ability to possess inanimate objects could no longer play a role.

  Even if the gloves on his hands can steal my thoughts and extraordinary abilities, it is not an easy task to steal the most critical and practical ones among the many extraordinary abilities I have. Similarly, as long as there are enough thoughts floating, he can accurately steal my next action plan. After all, he is not a real thief.  Chapter 457: Gate of Summoning

  . Thoughts passed through his mind one by one. Renekton had no intention of restraining his thoughts. Instead, he kept emitting thoughts and interfering with the other party's stealing.

  He had never used the extraordinary ability of "Source of Curse". The negative effect of that magical item was that for every extraordinary ability stolen, he would also lose an extraordinary ability? And he just happened to lose one of the most core extraordinary abilities?

  Because he had mastered enough death and curse spells, he didn't care about losing a few in battle. Even if he lost his own negative curse, he could become stronger.

  Thoughts kept appearing and disappearing in his mind. Even without looking at Zartwin's face, Renekton could feel that the other party was very unhappy.

  The next second, the master of prophecy's intuition produced some vague premonitions. He reflexively reached out his hand to grasp in the void, consuming his spirituality, but did not get any feedback from the mysterious reappearance. Without any hesitation, he reached forward for the second time.

  A layer of invisible things instantly covered his body, transforming him into a state of non-existence.

  The next moment, a terrifying, evil, silent scream echoed, and an extreme curse erupted around. The stars in the air that were scattered with brilliant rays all shook, flickering alternately between light and dark.

  When the curse was over, Renekton immediately took out a black jade chess piece from the void and threw it towards Zatwin.

  The chess piece dissipated as soon as it touched his body. His body was instantly filled with countless times, and he couldn't even make a simple move.

  Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly, and thoughts flashed through his mind. His figure suddenly flashed, and he instantly appeared in the air where the stars were shaking. Then he spread his spirituality to stabilize these shining stars.

  The surrounding bright stars instantly turned golden, and began to slowly gather towards the center, casting down pieces of magnificent and pure blazing light.

  The majestic and blazing sun breath rendered the surroundings golden. Zatwin's body was like a crab placed in boiling water, and soon became red, and wisps of black mist continued to emerge from him.

  His movements were slowed down, and even his expression became sluggish, showing no sign of the stinging pain from being burned by the power of the solar domain.

  Renekton pushed his hands downward, and the golden stars that continued to gather instantly accelerated their speed, circling and falling.

  In the center of the golden light, a huge pure light ball that was extremely pure and extremely white, wrapped in countless sacred flames, fell straight down.

  The terrifying light and heat instantly swept across the ground, and the huge pure light ball instantly expanded into a miniature sun that was extremely white enough to illuminate the city, illuminating the entire space with pure white, and not a single thing could be seen.

  Renekton reached forward again and pulled out an invisible thing to cover himself, turning it into a non-existent state, and then moved closer to the direction of Zatwin in his memory.

  He clearly remembered that a mysterious reappearance had been stolen from him just now. This miniature sun could not hurt the other party at all, just to make the other party consume the mysterious reappearance and hide his body at the same time.

  Without Renekton's spiritual support, the blinding white quickly faded, leaving only the remaining light and heat in the air, and the gray, deeply sunken ground.

  Pieces of starlight condensed into substance swirled around Renekton, isolating most of the light and heat.

  He looked at Zatwin, whose skin had turned yellow and cracked, and whose thin beard on his chin had completely disappeared. Before he could react, he put his hand on his shoulder.

  A layer of thick black that could not be dissolved suddenly emerged, carrying an extremely strong smell of corruption, spreading from Renekton's palm into his body.

  "Ugh" Zatwin let out a difficult, almost screaming scream.

  This sound seemed to be able to shatter all objects and even spirits. It was the "Wail of the Wrath" of the third level of Sequence that carried extreme pain and curse.

  Renekton's body was shattered by this terrifying sound wave and turned into a pile of foam.

  Under the light, these bubbles reflected dreamy colors, and then were torn apart by the shrieking sound waves and disappeared in an instant.

  As these bubbles dissipated, the unrecognizable island space slid down like a heavy curtain, revealing the night sky of the real world with a red moon hanging high.

  Zattvin felt that there was nothing under him, and his body fell straight down as if it had lost support.

  Renekton's figure emerged on the other side of the night sky. In his hand, he was holding a strange-shaped spear with a strong aura of destruction. The tip of the spear was engraved with mysterious symbols, and the handle of the spear was like a branch.

  The next moment, the spear flew out of his hand, like a blazing white meteor, piercing Zattvin's left chest in an unavoidable and unstoppable manner, leaving a bowl-sized hole.

  The powerful vitality of the alien path prevented him from dying immediately. Instead, he regained some of his sanity that had been infected by corruption through the intense pain in his chest.

  His figure gradually became transparent and illusory, like a real wronged soul, who lost his figure the moment he fell into the river, and kept shuttling through the mirror world to escape from here.

  Renekton looked at the direction where Zatwin was running with a serious look. Under the sight of the Eye of Secrets, even with the obstruction of the mirror world, he could still see the other party's figure more clearly.

  But this seemed to make Zatwin mistakenly believe that Renekton was going to chase him. He shuttled through the mirror world faster and even forgot to clean up the corrupt aura that was constantly infecting himself.

  Renekton hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes flashed, and instantly became extremely deep, like the sea before the storm, losing obvious focus and becoming vast.

  By peeping into the river of fate, he saw the future that Zatwin was heading for, and saw a little blurry picture. He would meet people he shouldn't meet because of some accidents, and walk to the end of his fate.

  "What a pity for the Silent Disciple's characteristics. Even if I can't use them, I can use them to hire Miss Sharon and her teacher in the future."

  Renekton sighed in a low voice, then turned his head to look at the place less than a hundred meters away from him.

  A layer of dark night passed by, and two figures fell out of the hidden world.

  Mr. Prak, who was still elegant and had a little smile on his lips, and there was a human figure that looked no different from a mummy. On him, there were already some deep red spots of light.

  Renekton turned his head in surprise and looked at Mr. Prak, who was standing quietly in the air. Except for some unstable breath and excessive spiritual consumption, he did not notice any signs of injury on the other party.     Feeling Renekton's gaze, Prak turned his head and looked back, then smiled and said:

  "Hehe, I know a lot about the Beyonders of the Moon Path, and I know how to restrain them."

  "Besides, as a descendant of the God of Death, even if I am just a collateral descendant with a weaker vein, I always have some special means and a richer collection."

  As he spoke, he bent his left hand, revealing a dark golden cuff, stretched out his right hand to take it off, and put it casually in the pocket inside his coat.

  After doing all this, his whole spirit seemed to slow down. He reached out and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and then looked at the corpse that was still floating in the air, which seemed to have died a long time ago.

  Renekton followed Prak's gaze and looked over. His eyes sank, and those Beyonder characteristics that had been extracted were regrouping, and the corpse was coming back to life at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Renekton frowned and looked at Prak, and said with some doubt in his voice: "Resurrection?"

  Prak nodded solemnly and shook his head:

  "He is indeed dead. It is only the body that has been restored. The necessary soul is missing. It is difficult to call it a human. It is more like a half corpse and half monster. Perhaps it still retains some memories."

  "This process seems to be irreversible. Even if we shatter his body now, he, or should I say it, will reunite under the influence of the Beyonder characteristics, unless we don't even keep the body when we kill him at the beginning."

  "This weird resurrection ability has exceeded the Moon Path. It is a bit like the immortal witch."

  Renekton looked at the deep red light spot that regrouped in the corpse in mid-air with some vigilance. His intuition prevented him from using the Secret Eye to take a closer look, as if it would hide and see something that he shouldn't see.

  Is it because this guy died, so it triggered the back-up plan left by the original moon on him? Or is it because the ritual on the ground was destroyed, and the original moon can only start with the believers close to it to achieve its original purpose?

  As his thoughts drifted, he looked up at the red moon above his head. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the blood moon tonight seemed to be more scarlet than before.

  There was a sound of a body twisting and deforming.

  Renekton looked up and saw that the resurrected original moon believer had changed his appearance and was closer to an out-of-control monster.

  It ignored Prak and Renekton who were staring at it and preparing to kill it again. Before the attack from the sun and the death domain arrived, its body was stained with light red and turned into a hazy moonlight.

  The moonlight was instantly shattered under the attack, turning into pieces of red scales, dissipating in the original place, and quickly reorganizing a monster-like body at a higher altitude.

  It stared at the blood-red moon above its head with madness and obsession. As if sacrificing itself, bright red flames sprang up from its body, and its spirituality soared, expanding a large area of ​​deep red around it, like another red moon, as if it was establishing a wonderful connection with the red moon in the sky.

  There seemed to be an illusory buzzing sound in Renekton's mind, and the intuition of the prophet seemed to be trembling.

  He took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, raised his hand, and condensed a ball of deep and sticky darkness in his palm, like the materialization of the breath of corruption.

  Then he threw the ball of darkness in his hand, and the breath of corruption expanded instantly, forming a dark, sticky "ocean" full of the breath of corruption.

  This "ocean" shook slightly a few times when it touched the illusory red moon formed by the crimson light, and then it fell into self-contradiction as if it had some self-awareness. It stagnated in mid-air for a moment and then disintegrated into nothingness.

  Ripples appeared in the crimson moonlight, as if an invisible hand was disturbing the moonlight wantonly.

  With an illusory creaking sound, a door with many mysterious symbols engraved on it suddenly opened.

  The other side of the door was not the spiritual world that should have been connected, but a deep darkness with no end in sight. There was an empty, lonely, boundless and dark universe.

  Suddenly, colorful lights flashed from the depths of the dark universe, getting closer and brighter.

  Bits of brass-colored light emerged from the void, quickly wandering in the crimson moonlight, outlining one mysterious symbol after another, forming a pair of illusory eyes that could see everything.

  Under the gaze of these eyes, part of the brass-colored light outlined an identical door engraved with many mysterious symbols.

  The remaining brass-colored light attached to the illusory and hazy "Gate of Summoning", constantly changing itself, blending into it, until it strangely replaced part of it.

  The two "Gates of Summoning" overlapped together, and relying on that strange and subtle connection, the brilliant light that was supposed to rush out of the door returned to the starting point again, back to the dark and lonely depths of the universe.

  The "Gate of Summoning" created by the original moon believers who sacrificed themselves soon became shaky under the erosion of the brass-colored light.

  Bang!

  A pair of illusory bat wings burning with scarlet spots, enough to cover a city, appeared, and they directly hit the two "Summoning Gates" that were close together, trying to separate them with brute force.

  A light formed by illusory and complex knowledge that was difficult for the naked eye to see burst out from the depths of the spirit world, and reunited in mid-air to form a beautiful female figure. It was Bernadette who had just sensed something unusual in the spirit world and rushed here!

  She was wearing an olive green long skirt and a soft hat with fine black gauze hanging down. She

  looked up and stared at the two illusory and hazy doors that were close together, surrounded by crimson moonlight, and the pair of illusory and transparent huge bat wings that seemed to disappear at any time.

  She raised her hand and condensed an ancient style dark red spear that was burning with balls and dots of blood, and threw it into the sky without hesitation.

  A dark red meteor streaked across the sky, and in just a moment it pierced through the figure that summoned the giant bat wings, leaving behind a fist-sized hole, and quickly began to collapse from the inside out, heading for death.

  The monster, which was almost completely out of control, swayed and turned into ashes in the crimson flames, as if sacrificing the last bit of its spirituality. The illusory and hazy "Summoning Gate" that creaked and slowly disappeared stabilized again as if it was a last gasp.

  An arm with a dark and sticky surface that seemed to be flowing with an evil liquid suddenly stretched out, instantly crossed a long distance, and smashed into the two "Summoning Gates" that were fitted together with a bang.  Chapter 458 Streams of Light

  A huge force accompanied by an extremely evil and crazy aura spread rapidly, causing everything around to crack. The two "Summoning Gates" that were originally tightly fitted had a gap.

  Several streams of light intertwined with blood red and dark red instantly sank into the huge arm flowing with evil liquid, quickly annihilating the strange objects that grew out of the dark and viscous liquid, and then turned into crimson shackles, pulling the arm of the "God of Evil" Sua apart.

  As the gap between the two "Summoning Gates" appeared, as if there was a huge force pushing from behind, several streams of light with different colors and complex auras rushed out from the other end of the gate forcefully, turning into meteors and sliding down in all directions.

  Renekton, who had been paying attention to this side, flashed instantly. Relying on the keen intuition of the prophet, he locked onto the trajectory of a stream of azure light. His figure flashed in the sky one after another and appeared directly in front of the azure light.

  Brilliant starlight continued to appear in front of him, lingering layer by layer, and then instantly retracted, condensing into a substantial ball.

  Boom!

  The huge impact force distorted Renekton's expression for a moment, and at the same time he felt a hidden, extremely high-level spiritual pollution, which could even affect him by distorting the starlight he created.

  This feeling was somewhat similar to the planetarium of Grand Duke "Full Moon", but stronger, close to the level of demigod, and also with a hidden and strong pollution.

  As his thoughts floated, Renekton spread more spirituality, and stars with flashing pale blue light appeared one after another around him, densely packed and dazzling.

  The starlight continued to retract, forming a ball of star sand that was constantly rotating and constantly compressed in front of him.

  Until all the strange powers were converged, the constantly rotating star sand condensed into a transparent crystal ball the size of an adult's fist.

  Inside the crystal ball, from time to time, pieces of starlight floated by, as if as long as you were focused enough and observed carefully enough, you could see the bright starry sky hidden in it.

  In another direction, Prak, who reacted almost at the same time as Renekton, also intercepted a gray-white stream of light.

  He wanted to directly open the gate of the underworld in his body and capture the scattered stream of light, but when this idea just came into his mind, his spirituality began to throb, which was hard to describe, but seemed to have a great impact on him.

  Out of caution, he directly communicated with the real underworld and summoned a group of translucent ghosts. He drove these ghosts to build a translucent wall with countless pale and distorted faces floating in the air. The rich breath of death condensed into a thin mist that floated up and down the wall.

  Boom! With a somewhat illusory collision sound, the translucent wall quickly shattered, and then retracted under Prak's control, condensing into a somewhat illusory translucent net.

  The intercepted gray-white light struggled for a while, and then fell silent as if unable to continue.

  Prak noticed that the gray light was gradually becoming fainter and had a tendency to return to nature. He frowned slightly and pulled off a button from his coat and threw it into the translucent net.

  The free gray light seemed to have found a support and quickly gathered in the bronze button.

  Not far from the "Gate of Summoning" that had dissipated, a light composed of a vast amount of knowledge passed by and directly contained and intercepted a stream of light.

  In the light formed by the vast amount of knowledge, Bernadette's figure quickly reorganized. On the palm of her right hand, there was a ball of mist the size of a baby's arm that was constantly flowing and deforming.

  The next moment, dense and bright starlight flashed and emerged, covering up the brilliance of the blood moon. The bright and twinkling starlight outlined cold and indifferent eyes in the sky, and the space seemed to be distorted at this moment.

  The streams of light that originally rushed out into the distance drew strange arcs in the sky, like a car that suddenly lost control and ran wildly on a muddy and steep mountain road.

  Although the process was distorted, the streams of light seemed to carry some kind of obscure and lofty will, breaking through the blockade she imposed and flying further away.

  Seeing that her obstruction was ineffective, Bernadette stopped attacking. She frowned slightly and looked at the mist imprisoned in her hand.

  She felt the power of chaos from the mist, a chaos similar to but not exactly the same as the Black Emperor's path, which inexplicably reminded her of the wishing lamp.

  This is very similar to the breath I felt from the lamp when I made a wish to the lamp god. Isn't the lamp god also a thing of this world? As

  her thoughts floated, she looked up at the still scarlet blood moon, her eyes seemed to penetrate the sky and see the abstract starry sky.

  Before her eyes were about to peek into the starry sky, she deflected her sight and looked at the "God of Evil" S'ea and the "Duke" of the blood clan who were pulling each other in the distance.

  One of them wanted to intercept a stream of light that was very close to his own breath, and the other wanted to hinder the other, and they pulled each other in the sky again.

  A stream of silvery light changed direction under the influence of Duke "Full Moon" and Sua, and fell towards the manor where the original moon believers gathered.

  Bernadette looked in that direction, and she saw the long river of destiny that was almost condensed into substance. It seemed that a node of destiny appeared to converge countless tributaries of destiny.

  There are high-level things or extraordinary people with destiny paths exerting influence there, and the aggregation effect? ​​Does this also work on things outside the twenty-two paths? Thoughts

  floated one by one, and Bernadette's figure once again turned into a ray of light condensed by a vast amount of knowledge, surging towards the place where the manor was located.

  In a corner of the manor where the original moon believers gathered, Bugs Bunny, Bree, and Ritz hid together in a big tree that it had turned into with vines, staring at the surroundings without blinking.

  Ritz's mechanical devices covering his entire body were already damaged by a small part. He lay on the green branches like a salted fish, mumbling:     "I can't move. This pile of iron is too heavy. The mechanical parts that can generate propulsion have all been broken by the vampires."

  Brie sat on the branch on the other side, licking her milky white paws gracefully. After hearing what Ritz said, she glanced at him and said calmly:

  "If you can't move, take them down first, otherwise you will be a sitting duck with your mobility problems."

  "No! What if I can't find them back? It cost me a lot of materials to build these machines."

  Ritz pouted and retorted reluctantly.

  She was lying on the branch in a position where she could look up at the sky. Then she saw a silver-white meteor streaking across the sky, getting closer and closer to her.

  "Wait, it seems like a meteor has fallen!"

  Ritz stood up from the branch in a panic, but because he was carrying too much weight, his center of gravity was unstable, and he stumbled and fell off the branch.

  "Woo~". Bang!

  A scream and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground followed.

  Burri, who was squatting on the branch, jumped down lightly. He seemed to have not found the right foothold when landing, and stepped on Ritz who was lying on the ground. His feet slipped and he fell straight on Ritz.

  "Uh."

  Bugs Bunny looked down at the two cats who suddenly became unlucky, and hesitantly reached out to take the probability dice in his pocket. He suspected that he accidentally touched the dice when he was running just now, causing the points on it to change.

  The silver-white meteor slid down from the sky at a very fast speed, and the silver-white brilliance filled Bugs Bunny's vision.

  There was no blazing heat and flames, nor was there a rumbling sound. It just appeared in front of him silently.

  Bugs Bunny waved his cane in a panic, trying to block the meteor that hit him.

  To his surprise, he did not feel the impact of the meteor. The silver-white light was as light as nothing, as if it was attracted by the cane in his hand, and quickly merged into it, distorting and stretching the shape of the cane.

  "Ouch!"

  Bugs Bunny was stunned for a moment, and accidentally stepped on empty air. He fell straight to the ground, landing on Bree who had climbed up from Ritz.

  Bang! Bugs Bunny and Bree and Ritz were piled up together like a pile of people.

  "What bad luck!" Muttering, Bugs Bunny shook his head and climbed up from Bree, kicked his legs, and landed on the ground beside him.

  "Ouch!" "Ouch!"

  "My waist is broken!"

  "Stinky bunny! You should lose weight!"

  Bree and Ritz felt like they were hit hard, and the whole cat was a little dizzy. For a while, they didn't have the strength to stand up from the ground.

  Bugs Bunny patted his body with his two paws, but didn't feel the existence of the probability dice. He looked around in a panic, and even Bree and Ritz who were lying on the ground were picked up by him, and shook them twice to confirm whether the probability dice fell on them.

  "Ugh, let go!"

  "My bones are broken, you fat rabbit, don't touch me!"

  After being thrown down by Bugs Bunny, Ritz staggered twice and lay down again, grinning and glaring at Bugs Bunny angrily.

  Bree lay on the ground weakly and rubbed his stomach. He felt that his internal organs were slightly displaced under the pressure just now. The weight of this rabbit was abnormal. When I become an alchemist in the future, I must transform myself into a robot cat. The body of the mechanical master is too fragile.

  With two clicks, a dark brown baton and a milky white dice fell from the tree one after another.

  Bree looked at the things that fell in front of him, and shouted to Bugs Bunny with some confusion:

  "Hey, rabbit, are you looking for this dice?"

  Bugs Bunny glanced over here, and rushed over quickly, even leaving a little afterimage behind him.  Chapter 459 Similar Authority

  It hesitated for a moment as it looked at the probability dice that kept spinning on the ground and the dark brown baton that was inserted diagonally into the soil. It felt that the probability dice seemed to have changed. It seemed to be alive again.

  After spinning in place for nearly a minute, the probability dice stopped as if it had exhausted its strength, with four points facing up!

  Bugs Bunny hesitated for a moment before picking up the probability dice from the ground and putting it in his pocket. Then it tilted its head to look at the baton that was inserted diagonally into the ground. It was a little unsure whether it was its own cane.

  The illusory light composed of a vast amount of knowledge surged closer. When it approached Bugs Bunny, this vast amount of knowledge re-condensed the figure of Bernadette.

  Bree and Ritz looked at Bernadette who suddenly appeared in a trance. They had only seen this ability to transform into an information creature in Glen. This was an extraordinary person as terrifying as Glen!

  The two cats looked at each other in silence, and then turned their heads as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, restraining their own characteristics and disguising themselves as ordinary cats as much as possible.

  Bernadette ignored the expressive Bugs Bunny and the two cats. She looked deeply at the baton stuck in the ground.

  After carefully examining it for a long time, she looked away and said to Bugs Bunny:

  "This magical item of yours has been integrated with some strange external power, and some changes have occurred. It now has some characteristics of destiny."

  "If you want to continue to use it, it's best to seal it. That strange power will affect the user's destiny and even bring some obscure pollution."

  After warning Bugs Bunny, Bernadette's figure once again turned into an illusory light gathered by a vast amount of knowledge, surging away from here.

  Bugs Bunny looked at the place where Bernadette disappeared and nodded blankly, then turned to look at Bree and Ritz, and said hesitantly:

  "Well, can I still use this piece of my cane? Will just touching it have a negative impact?"

  Bree stared at the piece of baton for a long time, and finally shook his head hesitantly and said:

  "I don't know, let's wait here for Grant or your boss to come, they can definitely seal this hand... uh, baton."

  "Rabbit, your previous sequence is a doctor, treat me quickly, I feel my bones are broken."

  Ritz, who was lying on the ground, interrupted the conversation between Bugs Bunny and Bree with a weak voice.

  The prophet's clone who was chasing the original moon believers in Impas City paused for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lost focus and became blank.

  A slightly blurred picture emerged in his mind. Under the red moon, a blurry and hazy door stood up, and several streams of light with different colors and complex and strange auras flowed out of it.

  The image in his mind quickly dissipated, but his spiritual intuition guided him to look at the sky, to where the meteor passed.

  Before he had time to think about who had influenced this sudden prophecy, a pale blue glow instantly flowed in his eyes.

  Light blue dots of light continued to appear in front of him, quickly outlining a vague door without substance. The faint blue light flashed by, and the prophet's clone and the vague door disappeared at the same time in the quiet street.

  Following his spiritual intuition, the prophet's clone came to a library in the city. Deep in the dark and deserted library, dots of faint blue light sprang out from the spiritual world, quickly outlining an illusory door. As soon as

  the prophet's clone walked out of the other side of the door, his inspiration was touched. He immediately simulated the ability of the Eye of Peering, allowing his sight to easily penetrate layers of obstacles, and saw a stream of colorful light sliding across the sky, getting closer and closer to him.

  This stream of light seemed to be in a different dimension from the real world. It silently penetrated the roof and walls and fell into the library.

  The brilliant light quickly scattered, as if it wanted to merge with the entire library, rendering every shelf and every book here with rich colors.

  Amid the rustling sound of books flipping, the prophet's clone saw that the words on the books began to distort. The knowledge recorded in the books was becoming vivid. They were intertwined and constructed a strange world in the book.

  "Authority similar to that of the 'Creator'?" He whispered to himself, and the prophet's clone's eyes were instantly filled with light blue light.

  Points of silver and white appeared around, wandering around, outlining one omniscient eye after another, looking for the strange power that was being integrated into the library.

  "It involves dimensions, mysteries, and the field of creation. It is likely to be similar to the authority of the wilderness of knowledge, and it should also be somewhat similar to the 'omniscient and omnipotent creator.'"

  Relying on the special reader's path, the prophet's clone quickly analyzed the strange power around.

  He curled his lips slightly, and the light blue light in his eyes became more intense. His whole body was constantly emitting circles of warm and purifying light.

  Relying on his own mastery of the knowledge related to the solar path, the purification power he simulated would not be too far from the extraordinary ability displayed by the Darkless One himself.

  The strange power that was originally merging with the library was instantly rejected, and the fusion process was forcibly stopped. The strange power was like the characteristics of the extraordinary, and it was precipitated bit by bit.

  Rich colors like ink seeped out from the books, dripping down continuously and blending into a pool of liquid paint on the floor.     A little bit of brass light shone out from the unknown communication, wandering in the air, outlining a blank picture, and purposefully covering the pool of paint on the ground.

  The blank picture was stained with rich and complex colors, like an abstract oil painting, outlining a picture full of distortions. As

  soon as this distorted starry sky picture appeared, it was grabbed by an invisible hand and disappeared directly in front of the prophet's clone.

  As soon as those free brass lights appeared, the prophet's clone knew what was going on. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but complain:

  "So, what's the use of me coming here? To be a locator?"

  In the sky above the Pas River Valley near East Balam.

  Glenn leaned leisurely on the high-back chair condensed by the starlight, as if he was looking at something interesting, with a slightly raised corner of his lips, staring at the mechanical doll not far away that was on guard against him.

  "See? Your god has been stopped."

  "Although the development of this matter is somewhat beyond my expectations, it seems that your Steam Church and the Intis military have not been able to reverse the situation. The Pas River Valley will welcome its new ruler."

  There was no expression on the cold face of the mechanical puppet. He looked around casually, and then spoke in a hoarse voice:

  "Even if Mesanyes truly unified the Pas River Valley, can he rely on only a local armed force to defend against the retaliation of the two countries of Intis and Loen?"

  "Under the suppression of the northern continent countries, can he really lead these southern continent natives to develop?"

  Grant chuckled indifferently and said:

  "Time will witness everything. Perhaps, it won't be long before all the churches of your Steam Church in the southern continent will be cleared out?"

  "Humph! Heresy."

  The words of the mechanical puppet were interrupted directly. Grant's figure turned into a ray of light composed of complex knowledge and disappeared in front of him. The lavender eyes that appeared around him also disappeared, and the isolated and hidden space returned to normal.

  In the air not far away, a light that was invisible to the naked eye floated by, and fell to the ground with a light that streaked across the sky like a meteor.

  The vast amount of knowledge instantly reconstructed Ge Lan's figure. She looked down at a piece of light gray amber in her right palm.

  There were wisps of mist floating in it, as if the strongest and darkest desires in people's hearts had materialized. Just looking at it made people feel uncomfortable.

  "Demon? But there is no such strong and extremely corrupt aura." She

  whispered in a deep voice, and her figure instantly became transparent, and once again turned into a light composed of vast amounts of knowledge, surging into the spirit world and flowing away.

  In the glass lampshade of the gas street lamp, in the puddles formed by the accumulation of water on the ground, and on the oriel windows of the row houses, a pale figure flashed from time to time.

  He was wearing a black clergy robe, with a thin face, sunken eyes like a mummy, and brown skin with a sickly paleness. He looked more like a sinister ghost than a living person. There was still blood flowing from his body, dripping into the dark and deep mirror world.

  "Hoo~Hoo~"

  Zatwin gasped heavily, making a hoarse sound due to the pain.

  Although he had already pulled a long distance away from the battlefield in the Pas River Valley, he still did not dare to stop. There was always a sense of urgent crisis in his heart, as if danger was approaching.

  Damn, the scattered blood that I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a prophet, and divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this the specialness of the God-favored? Obviously, when he fought with Mahams last time, he was just a Beyonder who had just been promoted to Sequence 4.

  Just as the thought was in his mind, the dark mirror world around him suddenly became brighter. The crimson moonlight illuminated the surroundings, reflecting the originally unreal and unreal scene clearly again.

  Zatwin stopped in doubt. He looked around vigilantly, trying to find the existence that was exerting influence in secret.

  Sizzle!

  The sound of glass breaking and shattering continued to sound.

  Zatwin looked back in amazement. In the sound of clattering, the glass windows that were originally painted with colorful patterns shattered and fell, hitting the floor, disintegrating and melting, turning into a pool of silver-white liquid, completely losing the characteristics of a mirror. Chapter 460 Amon passing by

  The expression on Zatwin's face froze instantly, his spiritual intuition was screaming wildly, as if something bad had happened.

  Huh~ Taking a deep breath, he looked around for a long time with a solemn expression, but found nothing, only the silver-white liquid on the floor was slowly flowing, gradually gathering into a closed circle.

  "Something is wrong, something dangerous seems to have happened, but nothing here shows any abnormality, except..."

  He whispered to himself, lowering his eyes to look at the circle formed by the silver-white liquid on the ground, which was the only abnormality in the room.

  He took a step back, and his figure suddenly became transparent and illusory, like a real vengeful spirit.

  There was no mirror around that could be attached, so he planned to enter the spirit world and stay away from here by wandering in the spirit world.

  The transparent and illusory figure quickly faded, and at the moment of disappearing, he seemed to have triggered something, and the scene in the room suddenly blurred for a moment. When everything became clear again, he returned to the position just now, back to the second before leaving the mirror world.

  Damn it, the blood that I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a prophet. Divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this the specialness of the God-favored? He had just been promoted to Sequence 4 not long ago when he fought Mahmud last time.

  Just as the thought floated in his mind, the dark mirror world around him suddenly became brighter. The crimson moonlight illuminated the surroundings, reflecting the originally unreal and unreal scene clearly again.

  Zatwin stopped in doubt. He looked around vigilantly, trying to find the existence that exerted influence in secret.

  The next moment, he turned around suddenly and looked at the painted glass window behind him. There was nothing there, only a pool of silver-white liquid on the ground, which just outlined a closed circle.

  Why didn't the glass window break? No, why do I feel that the glass window should break at this time? How did I get out of the mirror world and appear here?

  Zatvin didn't care about the wound on his chest that was still wriggling and healing. He tried to establish a connection with something. His spiritual intuition kept warning that he seemed to have fallen into some strange situation.

  "You seem to be very anxious. Why don't you talk to me? Maybe I can help you." A voice that seemed to be deliberately lowered sounded behind him without any sense of disobedience.

  Zatvin felt that his heart, which had just been wriggling and half recovered, suddenly beat violently twice. The pain of flesh and blood tearing made his thoughts return to the circle. He turned around with some astonishment and looked behind him, where the voice had just sounded.

  He saw a crow with shiny black feathers and a circle of white eye shadow around its right eye. It appeared in the room at some point and stood on the wooden chair close to the wall.

  His vision blurred for a moment, and the original crow suddenly turned into a figure wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color. He had black curly hair and black eyes. He sat leisurely on the wooden chair and played with a single lens that looked like it was made of crystal.

  "Amon!" Zatvin was stunned for a moment, then quickly recognized him. He couldn't help but take a half step back while shouting in surprise.

  "Oh, I didn't expect that people from the Rose School would know me. It seems that I'm quite well-known."

  Amon pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing an insincere smile. He shook the edge of his monocle, then put it on his right eye.

  Ignoring Zatwin's suspicious and vigilant eyes, he chuckled and said,

  "I just happened to pass by and was attracted by the unusual fluctuations of fate here. I didn't expect to see such a gorgeous drama."

  "It's a mess on the battlefield. Even the so-called righteous gods and the guys in the starry sky above have joined in. It's a pity that the light of the red moon is too bright, and some guys deliberately cover it up, otherwise we can see the true colors of the stars tonight."

  "I haven't seen such a gorgeous drama for a long time, so I can't help but want to participate. After all, even my paranoid brother has secretly joined this carnival!"

  ".What?" Zatwin looked at Amon in astonishment, and his figure suddenly became illusory and transparent as he stepped back.

  With his actions, the scene in the room was instantly shattered, as if it was a time travel back.

  Damn, the scattered blood that I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a prophet, and divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this the specialness of the God's Favored? Obviously, when he fought Mahmuds last time, he had just been promoted to Sequence 4 not long ago.

  Zatwin only felt himself in a trance for a moment, and the dark mirror world around him suddenly became bright, and the crimson moonlight illuminated the surroundings, reflecting the originally unreal and unreal scene clearly again.

  Amon leaned on the wooden chair by the wall, looked at Zatwin who reappeared, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a leisurely tone:

  "Why are you so anxious? I haven't finished speaking and triggered the restart. I don't have the hobby of repeating what I have said."

  While speaking, he took a black glove in his right hand and put it on his left hand. Before

  Zatwin had time to digest Amon and his words that suddenly appeared in front of him, he saw the black glove he was putting on his left hand.

  He subconsciously lowered his head to look at his left hand, which was empty. The glove that was supposed to be worn on his hand had disappeared.

  "When?" Zatwin's pupils slightly dilated, and his tone was full of disbelief and astonishment.

  Amon smiled lightly and looked up at him and said:     "When I was talking just now, you listened too carefully and accidentally triggered the special here and entered the loop. I have to help you put away this glove for the time being."

  Amon put the black glove on his left hand. He clenched his fist casually. The glove that was originally close to the skin instantly emitted a little grayish-white light. These glimmers kept wandering around Amon's palm, outlining a line of time worms with twelve transparent links.

  The transparent and illusory time worms twisted and squirmed wantonly in mid-air, and then slowly merged into Amon's body, which instantly condensed the aura of Amon.

  Zatwin felt the changes in Amon's body and was stunned for a moment. His deeply sunken eyes were full of anger.

  "Hmph!"

  He opened his mouth slightly, squirmed his throat and let out a cold snort that could pierce the eardrum of a person and hurt the spirit.

  As soon as the sound came out of his mouth, it suddenly disappeared.

  "Be quiet, why do you aliens like to shout all the time? Is it only screaming that can bring you a sense of security?"

  Amon frowned slightly, his tone was a little impatient, as if he had met a child who kept singing in high pitch in his ear.

  Zatwin had a cold face, and there was an unconcealable malice flowing in his eyes, and there was a feeling of gradually becoming perverted in silence.

  His eyes were fixed on Amon in front of him, as if as long as he was sure of the other party's strength, he would rush up and give the other party a fatal blow at any time.

  "The thoughts in your mind are mixed with a foul smell, as bad as the smell in the abyss. Have you been marinated by the mother tree of desire? Have you given her a child?"

  "Haha, don't you have any other means of torture besides dismemberment?"

  Amon leaned back in a wooden chair with a leisurely posture, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His voice was warm and his tone was gentle, but he could always stir up people's emotions.

  "." Zatwin opened his dry mouth, his expression looked a little ferocious, as if he was screaming silently, and the strong curse power was released around him as he opened his mouth.

  Amon's figure suddenly twisted, and a layer of slippery and sticky liquid secreted from the surface of his skin. The skin gradually turned dark green, and the body kept twisting and shrinking, deforming in the direction of the frog.

  As the figure changed, Amon "lost" most of his characteristics and extraordinary abilities, and he became a real frog.

  Zatwin looked at this scene and slowly raised the corner of his lips. He knew that he guessed correctly. Amon here was just a fourth-level clone.

  He stretched out his dark red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. The malice flowing in his eyes became more obvious, as if he had already thought about how to deal with this frog.

  Zatwin looked down at the frog lying on the ground, still a little confused, and pulled the corner of his mouth, and said jokingly:

  "Quack~"

  "Quack? Quack!"

  Huh? What's going on? Why do I make a frog sound?

  Zatwin was horrified to find that everything around him had been magnified several times, and even the colors had become lighter. No, it wasn't that the things around him had been magnified, but that my body had become smaller!

  Uneasy thoughts came one after another in Zatwin's mind. He had some vague understanding in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

  "It's really interesting!"

  Amon half-crouched, chuckled, and looked down at the frog with only half a heart left at his feet, and said to himself:

  "This ability to exchange fate is very interesting, don't you think?"

  "I almost forgot that the alien species with strong vitality can still survive without a heart, but ordinary frogs don't have this ability."

  Amon said to himself. On the floor at his feet, there was a frog with dry and cracked skin and half a heart missing, lying there motionless, its legs stretched straight, revealing its pale yellowish white belly.

  The frog's eyes were a little sunken, staring at the ceiling, as if glaring at someone who had been in front of him before.

  Grayish-white dots of light began to emanate from the frog's body, and the speed gradually increased. In just a moment, the floating dots of light flooded the entire room, and then began to slowly flow and converge, forming a vortex that collapsed inward.

  The emanated characteristics were then integrated back into the frog's body on the ground, and a bright white light was lit up around it.