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  Chapter 491 Dream of the Ancient Sun God

  Anderson's expression was quite tangled. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said:

  "You are really like a devil who tempts people."

  "Who do you think I should pray to?"

  Renekton chuckled and said:

  "Try them all. Whoever responds, you choose. It's just a deal. Believe it or not is your business. No one cares."

  Anderson grinned and said: "Then if I am found not to be praying sincerely, my bad luck will be doubled?"

  Before he could finish his words, the bright sunshine at noon suddenly disappeared, the sky suddenly darkened, and another dark night came.

  The original topic of communication ended here. The two returned to their own rooms, lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

  In a daze, Renekton's thoughts gradually became clear. When he woke up completely, he returned to the depths of the temple and stood side by side with Anderson in front of the wooden door.

  Renekton stared at the wooden door in front of him for a while, then reached out and turned the doorknob. With a creaking sound, the wooden door was pushed open a crack.

  The other side of the door was a little dark and gloomy, making it difficult to see clearly. One could only barely see some fragmented spots of light floating in the air, and an extremely crazy and twisted aura came from behind the crack.

  "What are you going to do?" Anderson stepped back again and again. The thing behind the door gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. It seemed that if he was stained with a little aura, he would fall into complete madness and lose control.

  Renekton looked back at Anderson who was alert behind him, and said in a calm voice:

  "Explore the most dangerous dream here. You can return to the mural hall first."

  "By the way, I'll give you a prophecy. The most deadly danger is often hidden in the most ordinary life."

  "What do you mean?" Anderson asked in surprise.

  Renekton chuckled and said, "What I mean is that when you leave this sea and return to the normal world, the bad luck on you will explode in a more complicated and silent way."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the dream world behind the wooden door. As he entered, the wooden door began to close slowly and spontaneously.

  Anderson raised his hand forward and murmured,

  "I thought you were talking about the fake wine I drank on the Future and almost turned myself into a fool."

  "After leaving this sea of ​​ruins, my bad luck will explode more silently? How else can it explode? Make all the wine I drink in the future become fake wine?"

  After mumbling for a while, Anderson turned around and returned to the hall covered with gorgeous murals outside the temple. Without the company of a demigod, exploring this dream would become extremely dangerous, so it would be better to stay in the safe zone that had been determined long ago.

  Behind the wooden door, in the dream left by the ancient sun god before his death.

  Everything here is chaotic, whether in space or time, the pure white light drowns everything.

  In this pure white that drowned everything, there were countless surging malice flowing, sometimes turning into a blade condensed by pure death, sometimes turning into a wolf claw that was extremely quiet, and sometimes turning into a tumor with countless limbs entangled.

  Standing there in silence for two seconds, Renekton turned and looked behind him. The door he had originally entered had disappeared, and there was only pure white.

  The next moment, the light and shadows around him shook violently, as if stimulated by something. This dream, which was already a nightmare, showed signs of waking up.

  The extremely chaotic and crazy dream began to collapse piece by piece. Countless light and shadows were flowing, and together they constructed a huge light and shadow that seemed to support the world.

  There was clearly no sound around, but Renekton's ears were gurgling with hot blood. Even with his eyes closed, the surrounding scenes could still be transmitted to his mind.

  As the huge light and shadow emerged, the extremely twisted and evil auras around them began to gather and take shape. There were hideous dragons, monsters with slippery tentacles and bird feathers, hideous and twisted demon wolves with eight arms, tall fire giants, countless flame-filled evil suns, huge monsters made of various pieces of meat and plants, and giant snakes with a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out behind them. The

  twisted and terrifying monsters infected the entire dream like a virus, fighting with the huge light and shadow that seemed to be able to support the world. The whole dream seemed to be destroyed and shaped over and over again.

  There seemed to be no concept of time in this dream. Renekton could only passively watch the huge light and shadow die again and again and be eaten by many monsters.

  Every time he experienced it, his spirit weakened a little.

  This was completely different from what Bernadette described. The chain reaction brought about by the spiritual imprint of the real creator? The thoughts in his mind should have floated, and the extreme sense of danger suddenly swept over his body.

  A giant snake covered with huge dark green scales and white feathers growing in the gaps suddenly fell down.

  There were strange symbols of different shapes on each feather and scale on its body. Pale flames burned in its eye sockets. It was cold and silent, just like death itself.

  Stars appeared around Renekton one after another, densely packed and dazzling, but soon became dim, turning into light blue debris and disappearing into nothingness.

  At the moment when the giant snake with exaggerated wings was about to fall on him, countless iron-black lights burst out like a tide. They surged out from the depths of Renekton's spirit, carrying undisguised malice and madness, and quickly engulfed the entire dream.

  The originally pure white dream became pitch black, and those hideous and terrifying monsters seemed to be trapped in a deep quagmire, unable to break free for a while.

  This was a spiritual mark that Renekton had left on him after communicating with the real Creator through the air. It was to facilitate his exploration of this dream and to help him open the passage to the Forsaken Land.

  "I'm dead." A hoarse and low voice echoed directly in Renekton's mind.

  Following his spiritual intuition, he opened his eyes and looked behind him. A white-skinned man stood there in a daze, with fear and relief in his eyes.     There was no light around him, but his figure was clear.

  He was wearing a black clergy robe, with a silver cross hanging on his chest. His hair was not long, mostly black, but with a yellowish-gold hue at the roots. His eyes were pure gold, his skin was fair, and his features were deep, which made him look quite similar to the people of the Northern Continent.

  Renekton took a quick look at the other person and asked in surprise, "Are you awake?"

  "Awake? No, I'm just dreaming." The voice of the man in the clergy robe opposite him seemed extremely calm. After a slight pause, he continued,

  "The incomplete spiritual imprint from me that you carry on your body has allowed me to regain a little bit of myself for a short time, but this cannot last too long. I will soon fall into an eternal nightmare again."

  As he spoke, a ray of subtle light emerged from the darkness. He held it in his hand and handed it to Renekton, saying,

  "I hope that my future self will be dominated by humanity, not divinity."

  Without waiting for Renekton to reply, the darkness around him began to fade, and pieces of broken light spots reappeared, engulfing everything and purifying everything.

  The figure in the black clergy robe had cracks on his skin, and countless white lights poured out of his body. His figure quickly enlarged and rose, and once again became the huge light and shadow that seemed to support the world.

  The subtle light that he handed to Renekton swam and fell into Renekton's hand.

  The next moment, his figure disappeared in this dream.

  Renekton only felt that his consciousness was blurred for a short moment. When he came back to his senses again, he had come to a dark reef. Less than 10 nautical miles away from this reef, there was a towering mountain.

  It was a mountain covered with countless magnificent and exaggeratedly huge palaces, towers and walls. On the back of the mountain was a frozen sunset, which sprinkled the colors of dusk on the mountain where the city was located.

  Further away from the mountain, where the naked eye could not see, a crazy and oppressive gaze was cast over.

  Just by looking at it, Renekton felt that he was about to be passively separated from the collective dream.

  Fortunately, this situation did not last too long. The dazzling sunlight illuminated the surroundings with a brilliant white, and Renekton also broke away from the dream again. Getting up

  from the bed, he walked to the window and looked deeper into the sea. In his heart, he could vaguely grasp where the passage to the God-forsaken Land was opened.

  He looked back at the room and confirmed that there was nothing to pack. He then retracted his gaze and his body instantly became transparent, transforming into a statue made of countless starlights. The statue instantly shattered and turned into surging starlights.

  These starlights scattered, penetrated into the gaps in the cabin, and rushed to the deeper part of the sea.

  In the captain's room, Cattleya stood in front of the window of the captain's room, looking at the sea surface that was illuminated by the midday sun like a golden flame, and was a little absent-minded.

  She suddenly felt something and turned her head to stare in the direction of Renekton's room, and quickly retracted her gaze.

  Deep in the sea, there was a small island made of countless gray and white marbles without any life.

  Pieces of starlight rushed out from the spirit world and reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

  As soon as the figure solidified, a subtle light separated from him and sank into the sea in front.

  In the midday sun, it seemed as if a golden flame solidified for a moment on the leaping sea surface, and then the sea water began to fall down along a straight line.

  It got deeper and deeper, and wider and wider, until it formed a straight chasm, and the sound of the rushing water seemed noisy and rhythmic.

  The sea water on both sides fell down like a waterfall, until it sank into the bottomless darkness.

  Renekton walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, looked into the depths of the bottomless trench, then opened his hands, looked up at the golden color above his head, and jumped down as if embracing the sun.

  The process of falling was accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness, which made people's heartbeat speed unconsciously speed up, until the brain was hit by dizziness caused by lack of oxygen.

  When the dizziness passed and the brain became clear again, Renekton found that he was already standing on the edge of a cliff, with the sound of waves sweeping behind him. With the occasional lightning in the sky, he could barely see the surrounding environment clearly.

  "This lightning frequency, according to Little Sun and the others, should belong to the night."

  After muttering to himself, Renekton reached out and took out a fist-sized crystal ball from the shadows below him.

  With the infusion of spirituality, the crystal ball, which was covered with a layer of mist from the inside, quickly became transparent and bright. Pure light blue starlight shone from the crystal ball, and the soft light quickly dispelled the surrounding darkness.

  After solving the problem of light source, Renekton began to look around. From time to time, a silver-white electric light allowed him to see the surrounding things clearly:

  the exaggeratedly huge palaces, towers and city walls stood in rows on the mountain peaks, looking magnificent and ancient, and with a clear alien aesthetic.  Chapter 492: The Land Forsaken by Gods

  After nearly an hour of sailing on the ocean that evolved from the ruins of the war between gods, the Future began to hear faint and ethereal singing around it, as if it was floating from far away with the waves.

  Mermaid? Finally found. A thought flashed through Klein's mind. Although he had not had time to do divination, his intuition was that this was the song of the mermaid.

  He quickly returned to his room and took out the Azik copper whistle and the paper crane folded by Will Ausetin according to the predetermined process. Then he went into the bathroom and walked four steps backwards into the gray fog to make the final confirmation.

  On the deck of the Future, the magic signs and symbols engraved on the hull had been clearly lit up, emitting hazy starlight, forming a sea of ​​stars, which minimized the impact of the mermaid's singing.

  Anderson leaned in the shadow beside the cabin, alert to the accidents that might occur at any time due to his bad luck, and at the same time he was struggling with whether to pray to the unknown existence.

  Whether it is a request for help or a hint, once the honorific name is recited, it means that the two sides have established a connection, and those high-ranking beings can influence me at any time.

  If it is a more friendly being like the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, it is fine. If it is as irritable as the Lord of Storms, I may explode or lose control on the spot. But if I don't solve the bad luck on me as soon as possible, I may not live to get ashore.

  Sighing in his heart, Anderson held his head with both hands, looking like he didn't want to think about it.

  Dengdengdeng!

  Klein walked past quickly and went straight to the right side of the ship, where a small boat was fixed to the side of the ship by ropes.

  Anderson looked at Klein with some curiosity. He was moving quickly and looked a little anxious. The thoughts in his mind couldn't help but spread out:

  He didn't look like he was going to hunt mermaids. So why did he look for mermaids? Some kind of necessary ritual? What can be used as a ritual for mermaids? Their singing?

  This is somewhat incompatible with being a demigod. At most, it is a ceremony for promotion to Sequence 5. In other words, this crazy adventurer was only a Sequence 6 Beyonder before, including now?

  "As expected of the crazy Gehrman Sparrow, a Sequence 6 dared to assassinate a pirate general on his flagship, and he almost succeeded."

  Anderson pulled the corner of his mouth and said half complaining and half sighing.

  Klein, who was driving the boat away from the "Future", endured the numbness brought by the mermaid singer and used a spell.

  The sudden strong wind pushed the boat closer to the direction of the mermaid singing.

  As the singing in his ears became louder, it was as if the mermaid was singing in his ears, and every melody made people intoxicated and yearning.

  Relying on the spell that allows marine creatures to get close to the user, Klein successfully approached several mermaids who were singing softly on the reef.

  He quickly took out the bottle of "Master of Secrets" potion from his pocket. It was completely black and seemed to have countless tiny insects that were not clearly visible to the naked eye swimming quickly.

  In the mermaid's melodious singing, he drank the slightly bitter and stale "Master of Secrets" potion.

  His thoughts began to slow down, and his body gradually became stiff and numb .

  I don't know how long it took, Klein opened his eyes again, and his body had completely returned to normal.

  "Finally. Sequence Five!"

  God Forsaken Land.

  Renekton walked along the abandoned road east of the Giant King's Court for an unknown period of time, and finally some large areas of building ruins appeared in his field of vision.

  "Little Sun and the others are preparing to explore Afternoon Town. If I keep walking, I should be able to see them. Do you want to meet them?"

  Renekton looked at the silver-white lightning that flashed across the sky from time to time, whispered to himself thoughtfully, and then continued to walk forward.

  After walking for a distance, he suddenly stopped and looked forward with deep eyes. His eyes obviously lost focus and looked vast.

  After determining which direction to go next and how to avoid the possible dangers through prophecy, his body instantly became transparent and shattered, turning into points of surging bright starlight, rushing forward.

  It was not until the frequency of lightning in the sky gradually increased that he slowed down his pace.

  With the help of lightning illuminating the darkness, he finally saw the town in front of him clearly. It was built on the mountain and was not small in scale. It was completely comparable to a small city in the northern continent.

  The houses here were built with gray stones from nearby mountains. Some were hollowed out and nearly ten meters high, while others were similar to normal houses.

  These buildings were compactly arranged and looked very orderly. Some had collapsed, while others were still strong, but they were all stained with traces of staleness and decay.

  Renekton walked slowly on the street, surrounded by rotten meat and traces of dried pus. It was quiet all around, and there was no sound around except the sound of his walking. Someone

  had already cleaned up here. As soon as the thought floated, his inspiration was touched.

  His body instantly became transparent, and a hurricane of countless morning-like rays of light suddenly burst out from the side and back, and the dense rays of light were like sharp arrows.

  The morning light shattered the already transparent Renekton, turning it into a pile of bubbles reflecting silver-white colors, which quickly shattered and dissipated.

  The next moment, his figure emerged on the other side of the street, and his eyes fell on the surface of a ten-meter-high stone house not far away, where a transparent face grew.

  This face was covered with cracks, and it regularly circled in the middle, forming a mouth similar to a vortex. The morning storm just now was ejected from here.

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

  The spear flew out of his hand at the moment it condensed into shape, dragging a dark red stream of light in the air, and in an instant it sank into the face on the surface of the stone house.

  The transparent face didn't even utter a complete scream before it broke into countless tiny pieces of stone and evaporated at a rapid speed.

  After dealing with the monster that suddenly appeared, Renekton walked towards the huge stone house where the transparent face had just appeared.     The door of the house should have been closed, but due to years of disrepair, the door panel made of huge stones was already shaky, and there was a gap in the middle that could accommodate two normal-sized humans.

  Renekton used the pale blue starlight emitted by the crystal ball in his hand to fully see the furnishings in the house.

  There were not many furniture here, or to say, there were not many furniture that could be preserved. Most of them were chairs, beds and altars made of huge stones. They were all very tall, and for the first time, Renekton felt like a kitten or a puppy looking up at humans and houses.

  After looking around for a while, he walked to the right side. On the wall where the transparent face just appeared, there were dots of bright, morning-like light that were slowly gathering.

  Renekton's free right hand condensed a chess piece as clear as white jade from mid-air and slowly pressed it in front of him.

  The light points in front of him that were slowly gathering suddenly seemed to be accelerated, and gathered inward quickly. In just a few seconds, they condensed into a fist-sized vertical eye that kept flashing the light of the morning.

  "Dawn Knight."

  He whispered in a low voice, and then picked up the characteristics that had already formed on the ground.

  In the following period of time, Renekton walked around the entire Afternoon Town. Through the analysis of the Eye of Secrets, he was almost able to restore the former glory of this place in his mind.

  Walking slowly on the decayed gray stone ground, the crystal ball in Renekton's left hand burst out a bright but not dazzling light, reflecting a starry sky that continued to spread outward until it engulfed the entire Afternoon Town, and then stopped.

  Under the reflection of the light, the sense of shabby and corrupt around quickly faded, and the collapsed houses were restored to their original state. Blurred tall figures walked on the surrounding streets. The shortest of them was nearly two meters tall, and the tallest was completely a small giant of about four or five meters.

  The darkness that enveloped everything was quickly replaced by the dimness of the setting sun. The sky was a frozen dusk that was biased towards the evening. The golden light sprinkled on the buildings of the town, making everything look particularly harmonious.

  Renekton walked slowly in the half-true and half-false illusion he had constructed, and revised some details that he had not noticed.

  "Without information about food, clothing, language, and customs, the illusion we have constructed is not real enough."

  With a low sigh, Renekton stopped at the square in the center of the town. In the center of the square, there was a huge gray stone statue carrying a cross.

  Renekton raised his hand forward and turned his wrist slightly towards the huge gray stone statue.

  The light around him seemed to be distorted, and the colors flickered for a few seconds. When everything returned to calm, the huge gray stone statue that originally carried the cross was replaced by an image of a person wearing a hooded robe that obscured his face, holding a lantern in his left hand and a cane in his right hand.

  There seemed to be a flame in the lantern held high in its left hand, emitting a dim halo. From a distance, it just coincided with the dusk that was frozen in the sky, like the setting sun.

  Renekton retreated to the edge of the square, carefully looked at the huge gray stone statue that he had modified for a moment, pulled the corner of his mouth and chuckled, saying:

  "It seems that I have artistic talent."

  The figure flashed, and the next moment, he appeared on the lantern held high in the left hand of the huge gray stone statue, gazing down at this half-real and half-fake illusion from top to bottom.

  After looking at the "Afternoon Town" in the illusion for a moment, he retracted his gaze and couldn't help but sigh:

  "It's still too fake if you look closely."

  "Using abstract and illusory knowledge to construct a complete real world, the god-making ceremony of the 'Hermit' is also quite outrageous."

  "If you want to be truly real, you must interact with the real world, just like Klein's 'Utopia', but building a complete world requires much more work than 'Utopia'."

  "This is not only the god-making ceremony of the 'Hermit', but also the kingdom of God of the 'Hermit'. This is a step that I cannot skip even with my own specialness."

  While sighing, his eyes noticed the easternmost part of Afternoon Town, where someone broke into the illusion he had woven.

  Colin Iliad, the chief of Silver City, who was carrying two swords, suddenly stopped and looked around with vigilance. He put one hand on the belt with many grids around his waist and touched the straight sword on his back

  with the other hand. The members of the exploration team following Colin Iliad were a little confused. In their eyes, there was nothing strange around them, but the chief suddenly became alert. They did not ask the reason for the alert, but raised their vigilance at the first time and prepared for the battle.

  While keeping alert, Colin Iliad glanced behind him and did not find any members of the exploration team.

  Did I leave the team? This is a situation that the previous exploration team has not encountered. Is this an illusion created by the newly arrived monster?

  While thinking in his mind, Colin stepped back slightly, wanting to test some mechanisms of this illusion.

  He just stepped back a step, and the prosperous town that was originally shrouded in the light of dusk instantly turned into a group of decayed and dilapidated buildings shrouded in darkness.

  ".Hmm?" Colin's eyes darkened, and a complex dark green symbol appeared in each of his left and right eyes. With the help of the frequent lightning, he looked at the town in front of him again.

  "Chief?" Derrick asked tentatively.

  Colin turned around and scanned each member of the exploration team. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

  "Stop repairing. Something happened in the town this afternoon."  Chapter 493 Communication

  ".Change?"

  Derrick looked at the Afternoon Town in front of him in confusion. He didn't see anything unusual. It looked no different from the dilapidated towns he had explored before, and he didn't feel any unusual atmosphere.

  Before he could look away, the dilapidated ruins in front of him were pulled down like a dark and rotten curtain, revealing the prosperous "Afternoon Town" shrouded in dim light behind it.

  "This"

  "What is this?"

  "Is this the 'daytime' described in the general education textbook?"

  The sudden change in front of them triggered a discussion among the Silver City exploration team. While talking, they also clenched their weapons in their hands, watching the change in front of them with vigilance, watching the figure standing on the edge of the street of "Afternoon Town" wearing strange clothes and a relatively short figure. Of course, this was only a short figure in the eyes of the people in Silver City.

  The next moment, they saw the person standing at the edge of "Afternoon Town" speaking. The person spoke a language they couldn't understand, but they could understand what he wanted to say:

  "Fortunately, I prepared some spells to understand the language in advance."

  "My experiment seems to have affected your exploration?"

  "I'm very sorry. I will remove this illusion after I perfect it. Well, if possible, can I ask you to provide some help? I don't know much about the past of this continent, and there are still many loopholes in the illusion I created. I can pay for it. The information you need, or the materials and formulas of magic potions."

  Colin, the chief of Silver City and the leader of the exploration team, did not reply immediately. He knew clearly that some monsters could create terrifying effects by distorting language. The

  members of the exploration team standing behind Colin also looked at this strange person who suddenly appeared with caution. For a while, except for the lightning in the sky, there was no sound.

  Derrick, who was standing in the center of the exploration team, frowned slightly and looked at the figure standing at the edge of Afternoon Town. He always felt that the other party was familiar. Have

  I seen him? Impossible, I don't know anyone outside of Silver City, and he is definitely not from Silver City, it's impossible with this height.

  Seeing no one speak, Renekton sighed helplessly, waved his hand behind him, and a crystal ball with twinkling stars inside flew into his hand.

  The starlight in the crystal ball quickly converged, and the "Afternoon Town" that was originally shrouded in the dusk light quickly lost its color, became withered, dilapidated, and lifeless, and the buildings also collapsed, returning to their original appearance.

  After removing the illusion that enveloped Afternoon Town, Renekton looked at the Silver City Chief Colin Iliad, who was standing in the front with gray hair and heavy nasolabial folds, and smiled and said:

  "Can you communicate with me now? As a 'demon hunter', you should be able to easily tell whether I have bad intentions."

  "Besides, I am stronger than all of you here combined, right? Whatever I want to do to you, you have no room to resist. 'Giants' above Sequence 5 are just more resistant to beatings."

  Perhaps it was because of Renekton's too straightforward words that the people in the Silver City exploration team looked unhappy.

  Derrick, holding the Hurricane Axe, had two miniature suns in his eyes, and his vision was particularly clear in the dark environment. Renekton

  , who was standing on the edge of the Afternoon Town street opposite, holding a crystal ball emitting light blue fluorescence, always gave him a familiar feeling. In his mind, the figures of the Tarot Club members floated one by one, and finally stopped at the 'White Tower'. It

  really looks like it! Mr. 'White Tower' came to the God-forsaken Land? But I haven't heard him mention it. Should I ask him now, or wait until the next Tarot meeting to confirm with Mr. "White Tower"?

  While Derrick was thinking, Chief Colin, who was standing in the front, had already spoken in a deep voice:

  "You are from the outside world?"

  Renekton nodded calmly:

  "Yes, in the sea west of the Giant King's Court, there is a sea of ​​ruins that evolved from the remains of the God War. From there, you can enter the God-Forsaken Land."

  ".The God-Forsaken Land?" Colin murmured in a deep voice, and then asked:

  "In other words, as long as you cross the Giant King's Court, you can leave here through the sea of ​​ruins and enter the outside world?"

  The members of the Silver City Exploration Team all looked at Renekton with some expectation in their eyes. Even if they didn't believe this person who suddenly appeared, they already wanted to get a positive answer. At least, that showed that their efforts were right.

  Renekton shook his head lightly and said,

  "No, it's one-way, you can only enter, you can't leave."

  Colin's face was expressionless, he just tightened his right hand holding the straight sword, and asked in a deep voice,

  "Then you don't plan to leave?"

  "As an angel, I naturally have the ability to leave here. Making mistakes and taking advantage of mistakes is not just Amon who can do this."

  After a pause, without giving Colin the opportunity to continue asking questions, Renekton continued,

  "Do you want to ask if there is a way to get the entire Silver City out of the God-Forsaken Land?"

  "Of course there is, it's in the place you are going to explore, but with the current strength of your Silver City, it is not enough to explore there."

  The face of the Silver City Chief Colin suddenly became serious. The straight sword in his hand reflected a sharp brilliance like the dawn piercing the darkness. His eyes were fixed on Renekton. If there was anything wrong, he would take action directly, even if the other party did not show direct malice, even if the other party was likely to be stronger than himself.

  "Are you Mr. 'White Tower'?" Behind Colin, Derrick suddenly asked loudly, his voice was a little nervous, and he still had the childishness of a teenager that had not completely gotten rid of.

  Renekton's eyes passed Colin and locked onto Derrick in the middle of the crowd behind him. He had brown hair and was tall, about 1.9 meters tall.

  His eyes stayed on Derrick for a while, and Renekton suddenly chuckled and said,

  "Congratulations, you got the answer right! But there is no reward."     Derrick didn't care about the vigilance of the exploration team members around him and the sudden distance between them. He looked at Renekton with some doubt and asked curiously:

  "Mr. 'White Tower', why did you come to the God-Forsaken Land?"

  "Looking for the opportunity to be promoted to 'Sage', and also looking for some high-level characteristics of the 'Perfector' path. In the outside world, the characteristics of this path are mostly controlled by the Steam Church. I can only put my hope here, which is isolated from the outside world."

  Renekton explained briefly, looked at Colin who was still vigilant, and chuckled and said:

  "I have cleaned up the remaining monsters in Afternoon Town. If you are not afraid of me, you can stay here or explore. At least it is much safer than camping in the wilderness."

  "I won't stay here for too long. I will leave after the illusion is perfected."

  Speaking, Renekton turned and walked deep into Afternoon Town without waiting for the people in Silver City to give a reply.

  Colin kept watching Renekton's back until he completely disappeared from his sight. He turned to look at Derrick who was surrounded by the exploration team.

  Seeing Derrick, who seemed a little flustered and at a loss because of the isolation and vigilance of the crowd, Colin sighed and said in a deep voice:

  "Derrick, how much do you know about Mr. White Tower? Do you think he will pose a danger to us and Silver City?"

  "My Lord Chief, I..."

  Derrick lowered his head, as if he was struggling with how to answer.

  After a moment of silence, he repeated the information that did not involve Mr. Fool, and finally described his observations and understanding of the White Tower at the Tarot Club.

  Colin nodded slightly, and said without much hesitation:

  "Let's go to Afternoon Town and continue this exploration mission."

  After he finished speaking, he took the lead and stepped into the scope of Afternoon Town.

  Walking on the dilapidated and decaying streets, he was alert to his surroundings and explained in a hoarse voice:

  "A saint who is about to be promoted to an angel must have corresponding characteristics, whether it exists in the form of magical items or aggregated characteristics, which means that he can temporarily exert the power of an angel to a certain extent."

  "Like Mr. 'White Tower' said, he is more powerful than our exploration team combined. Before he shows any malicious intent, we can trust him for the time being. Of course, we should not let down our guard."

  "Don't leave the team during this period, you can slow down the exploration speed."

  After walking on the streets of Afternoon Town for a long time, they did not encounter any monster attacks. It seemed that the monsters in this area had really been cleared.

  A silver-white lightning flashed across, and suddenly there were twinkling stars around, becoming more and more dense, swimming around with a strange rhythm, outlining a series of light blue lines around the abandoned Afternoon Town.

  Under the vigilant and uneasy gaze of the people in Silver City, the starlight gradually became bright and hazy, and soon it reflected the color of dusk. The originally dilapidated and stale Afternoon Town became brand new and lively at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  There were shadowy tall figures on the surrounding streets. Their faces and clothes were blurry. The items sold by the surrounding shops and vendors were also some clear and some blurry.

  As the people in Silver City looked at them, the blurry places around them gradually became clear, becoming close to the appearance that flashed subconsciously in their minds and completed.

  Colin's eyes sank. He noticed these changes around him from the beginning.

  He looked around, then took out a bottle of light green ointment from the belt with many small grids around his waist and applied it on the straight sword.

  He inserted the silver-white sharp straight sword into the street paved with gray-white stones under his feet. The silver-white light like the morning light suddenly burst out, sweeping the surrounding streets, houses, and people one by one.

  Wherever the morning light passed, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes containing countless stars appeared.

  These eyes stared at the people of Silver City coldly without any emotion, as if they could reflect the real thoughts in their hearts.

  "What is this? What did that person leave behind to monitor us and influence us?"

  "These eyes are so evil, I feel like they can see through me."

  Beside Derrick, several members of the exploration team couldn't help but discuss out loud.

  Chief Colin, who was walking in the front, raised his free left hand. After the team members quieted down, he spoke in a deep voice:

  "It is similar to the ability of a psychoanalyst. He can see clearly what we are thinking and use it to improve the people and things in this illusion."

  "It seems that he is really not from this place. Otherwise, if he had read some books handed down, he would be able to restore many details that are not in this illusion."

  He looked around the bustling streets and continued:

  "This illusion is half real and half fake. It is different from the illusions created by ordinary monsters. When you are here, these lights are real. You don't have to worry about being attacked by monsters in the dark, nor do you have to worry about suddenly disappearing in the darkness."

  "From the coverage of this illusion, it is entirely possible to build a large city here to protect humans from surviving in the long darkness"  Chapter 494 Intruders

  Looking at the "Afternoon Town" that had changed greatly, Derrick looked at Colin, the head of the six-member council who was leading the team in front, with some hesitation and asked:

  "Sir, are we still exploring this place now?"

  Colin was silent for a moment, looked towards the direction of the square in the center of the city and said:

  "Go and meet the Mr. 'White Tower' you mentioned. If you want to explore this place, you must ask him to remove the illusion that shrouds this place."

  After the voice fell, Colin raised his hand and made a gesture of vigilance, then walked at the front of the team and led the members of the exploration team to the square.

  Along the way, they saw many figures of different sizes, some of which were much taller than the tallest people in their Silver City. As they got closer to the central area of ​​the city, the tall figures walking on the street became more detailed, and even their expressions became richer.

  The houses on both sides of the street were like shops, displaying all kinds of goods, some blurred, some clear, and many of them were things they had never seen before.

  Even if there was no sound or any smell, it made every member of the exploration team feel novel and yearning.

  "Is this what the outside world looks like?" A member of the exploration team next to Derrick, who was wearing coarse cloth and red gloves and was about 2.2 meters tall, spoke to Derrick with some curiosity.

  "I don't know, maybe." Derrick shook his head and stared at the scenes around him that only existed in general education textbooks.

  Dong! Dong! Dong!

  The melodious sound of the bell came from the clock tower at the highest point of "Afternoon Town". Along with the bell, a group of gray pigeons flew across the sky, adding some liveliness to this illusion.

  At the edge of the central square, Renekton gently rubbed his fingers, creating circles of starlight ripples that spread outward, becoming fainter and fainter, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind passing by his ears.

  Colin, who had brought the exploration team to the vicinity of the square, happened to see this scene. His eyes flickered slightly, and he waited until Renekton's hand movements were finished before he led the exploration team to approach.

  After a short silence, Colin asked his doubts:

  "No matter how real the illusion is, it is still an illusion. Why do you insist on creating a brand new illusion for yourself? Wouldn't it be easier to just copy the places you have seen?"

  "To build a huge, almost real world in the future." Renekton explained briefly, then raised his hand sideways towards the center of the square.

  The members of the Silver City Exploration Team followed Renekton and walked to the huge gray stone statue in the center of the square that Renekton had replaced.

  The index finger of his right hand tapped the crystal ball that was shining with stars, making a crisp sound.

  Starlight sprinkled around, and chairs suddenly appeared in a circle on the originally empty square, with a bonfire burning quietly in the middle.

  After doing all this, he turned his head and looked at Colin, who was keeping a certain distance from him, and said:

  "Do you mind if I change the afternoon to the night? I think it's more atmospheric to sit by the bonfire and chat."

  Colin looked up at the setting sun hanging on the horizon, nodded gently and said, "Okay."

  Snap!

  Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The twinkling starlight in the crystal ball in his left hand was disturbed, and the originally dim sky was quickly replaced by a night sky dotted with stars.

  The entire "Afternoon Town" suddenly became dark, but soon there were sporadic lights from everywhere.

  The people of the Silver City Exploration Team looked up at the sky curiously. This night sky dotted with stars was completely different from the darkness that enveloped Silver City and everything around it. It was not so scary, but rather had a sense of peace and tranquility.

  Renekton casually pulled a chair closer to him and sat down, then pointed his chin at the other chairs and said:

  "Find a chair and sit down. I can answer some of your questions, but in return, I need to ask you some information."

  As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his right hand with the palm facing up, and a pair of fingernail-sized glass beads with starlight inside appeared.

  "This is my modified Eye of Peering, which can help you switch between the real Afternoon Town and the illusion here. As long as you carry it, you can explore here normally, and I can also collect some information by the way."

  Renekton looked around at the people in Silver City who were a little restrained and vigilant, chuckled, and threw all the Eyes of Peering in his hand to Derrick and said:

  "You take it first. It is similar to a magical item. It can be used by infusing a little spirituality. The specific method of use will naturally be understood when you hold it in your hand."

  "Okay, okay." Derrick caught the Eye of Peering that was thrown to him in a hurry.

  After looking at the Eye of Peering in his hand, Derrick tried to pick up an eye that was shining with blue starlight and infused some spirituality into it.

  In just a moment, he felt his vision change:

  the members of the exploration team and the campfire all disappeared, and the strange night above was replaced by a heavy, all-encompassing darkness, and silver-white lightning flashed across the sky from time to time. With the help of the occasional silver-white lightning, he could see the surrounding environment clearly, which was dilapidated and stale, and there were ruins of collapsed buildings everywhere.

  This is the real Afternoon Town. The one in the illusion is the "Afternoon Town" before the Cataclysm restored by Mr. "White Tower".

  After sighing, Derrick cut off the spiritual infusion and squeezed the Eye of Secrets in his hand with his right hand.

  You can't stay in the dark without a light source!     The sound of glass breaking was faintly heard, and the "Afternoon Town" in the illusion covered the dilapidated and stale Afternoon Town like an invisible curtain.

  "Derrick, what happened just now? Your body suddenly became blurry, just like the figures walking on the street before."

  Derrick had just come to his senses when the exploration team member wearing red gloves beside him approached and asked.

  "I'm fine, Joshua, I just returned to the real Afternoon Town." While speaking, Derrick handed over the glass-like peeping eyes in his left hand.

  The exploration team member called Joshua hesitated for a moment and took one, and then he imitated Derrick's previous movements to infuse spirituality into it.

  Under Derrick's gaze, Joshua's figure suddenly became illusory and blurry. He tried to reach out and touch it, but his fingers fell directly into the air.

  "This is just an illusion, so that you can identify each other's status." Renekton half leaned back in his chair and explained briefly.

  In less than ten seconds, the phantom left by Joshua quickly became clear and solid. He nodded calmly to the members of the exploration team who were focused on this place.

  Colin held the silver-white straight sword inserted into the ground with one hand, and placed his other hand on the knee of his left leg, tapping it lightly with his index finger. He did not stop the members of the exploration team from trying to use the Eye of Secrets, but just watched them quietly.

  Until Derrick handed him the last remaining glass-like Eye of Secrets, he took it and looked at it for a while before speaking in a deep voice:

  "What kind of danger is hidden in the Giant King's Court?"

  Renekton looked over the campfire and looked at Colin with a calm face, and said in a deep voice:

  "The evil spirits of the dark angels are sleeping there, and there is also extremely terrifying pollution. If the sequence is too high, it will be polluted, and if the sequence is too low, it will not be able to defeat the evil spirits of the dark angels."

  "The evil spirits of the dark angels?" Colin lowered his eyes and pondered with a complicated expression.

  Derrick pursed his lips and interrupted the topic:

  "Is there any other way?"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked up at the huge gray stone statue in the center of the square thoughtfully. His inspiration was touched for a moment, very slightly.

  "Wait. In the not too distant future, Mr. 'Fool' will send his followers to help you."

  He pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, while answering Derrick's question, he raised his hand and grasped the lantern in the hand of the huge gray stone statue in the center of the square.

  A transparent face emerged from it, with black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face.

  The familiar face made Renekton's expression, which was not much, freeze instantly. His right hand unconsciously exerted force, and pieces of starlight appeared around the transparent face, and then shrank back instantly, trying to erase the face.

  The transparent face surrounded by starlight twisted for a moment, and the next moment it appeared next to the campfire. He was like a ghost of an innocent soul, with his lower body completely transparent and floating in the air.

  He leisurely took out a physical monocle from his pocket and said with a smile:

  "Hey, how did you find me?"

  "Intuition, I just grabbed it." Renekton replied expressionlessly.

  He originally thought that a monster from the dark had invaded his illusion. He felt that the invader was not very powerful, so he wanted to catch it so casually.

  While speaking, the crystal ball that Renekton had been holding in his left hand suddenly burst out with extremely bright starlight, and the invisible gravity suddenly burst out, illuminating the entire illusion with a brilliant white.

  When the light dissipated, all the people in Silver City who had gathered around the campfire disappeared, leaving only Amon and Renekton, whose figures had completely solidified.

  Amon reached out to adjust the monocle on his face, and said with an ambiguous smile:

  "You sent them all away?"

  "In fact, even if they stayed, I didn't plan to parasitize them. I have been to the Silver City. Those who can survive in this place always have some unusual trump cards. Do you want to know what the secret of the Silver City is?"

  "You know?" Renekton looked at Amon with a suspicious look, thinking in his heart whether he should take advantage of the other party's aura before he reaches the demigod level, and his clone will deal with it.

  Amon looked at Renekton with interest and said:

  "You can take a gamble. Maybe my real body is far away from here?"  Chapter 495: Game with Amon

  Renekton ignored Amon's suggestion. After all, there was an Amon in front of him, and his illusion was likely to have been drilled into a sieve by the Ammons.

  As his thoughts floated through his mind, the illusion that enveloped the town for the entire afternoon suddenly disappeared. Under the lightning flashing from the sky from time to time, the dilapidated houses and streets around him reappeared, and even the air seemed to have a hint of stale smell.

  Wearing a monocle, Amon leaned leisurely against a half-collapsed wall, one hand tidying up a few strands of hair on his forehead, while saying:

  "You have a lot of good things on you. Before I even got close, I smelled the smell of the arrogant sun."

  Renekton lowered his eyes and said nothing. In his heart, the idea of ​​pushing down Amon and the wall behind him became stronger and stronger.

  He took a deep breath, and the deep blue brilliance in his eyes flowed faintly, which suppressed the floating thoughts in his heart.

  The next moment, his body suddenly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless starlight. The statue instantly shattered and turned into bright starlight that surged away from here.

  At the moment when the starlight surged over the edge of Afternoon Town, the silver-white color covering the entire Afternoon Town flashed away, and he returned to the square in the center of Afternoon Town, back in front of Amon.

  "Do you want to know what the secret of Silver City is?"

  Amon's voice with some evil taste echoed in his ears. Renekton ignored him, his eyes still a little confused.

  This situation only lasted for a moment, and soon he received the extra memories in his mind and sorted out his current situation.

  "Huh? You reacted? Pretty quick."

  Amon's teasing voice echoed in his ears. Renekton twitched the corner of his mouth and said speechlessly:

  "Did you steal Ouroboros's ability to cycle fate?"

  Amon raised his hand and pressed the edge of the monocle on his right eye, and said in a flat tone:

  "It's not just that stupid big snake that has the ability to restart fate within a certain range."

  Renekton didn't think about the truth of his words, and asked: "How did you find me? It can't be that you have been sending clones to follow the people in Silver City?"

  Amon curled his lips and said:

  "Although I have many clones, they are not wasted like this."

  "I felt some disturbances in fate, and then followed the source of the disturbance to find here."

  "You want to say that you haven't done anything yet? Maybe you are too unlucky. The little ripple you caused happened to be within my observation."

  Renekton pulled the corner of his mouth. He didn't quite believe Amon's explanation, but he didn't refute him.

  Amon stretched out his hand and pinched his monocle. Suddenly, a bonfire appeared around him, as well as two dark red wooden chairs with many scratches on the surface.

  Where did Amon steal the bonfire and chairs? The shape of the chairs doesn't look like the style of the God-Forsaken Land. Do all the Amons share a utility room? Renekton dragged a chair over and sat down while his thoughts were scattered.

  Amon sat on the chair opposite the bonfire, leaning against the wooden chair and said,

  "As long as it's not a place like the God-Forsaken Land that would block my connection with other clones, we can freely control what the other party has stolen."

  "Okay, you've asked so many questions, is it my turn now?"

  "Okay." Renekton half-leaned on the wooden chair and nodded gently.

  This Amon is probably at the level of Sequence 3, which is not too dangerous, but you can't let your guard down. Did he do it on purpose?

  He was able to gather a Sequence 3 clone so quickly. Was he nearby from the beginning? Or is it some ability that I don't know about?

  Across the campfire, Amon's face reflected a constantly beating red. He held his chest with one hand and supported his chin with the other, looking like he was thinking hard.

  When Renekton's thoughts were interacting more and more in his mind and becoming more and more chaotic, he finally spoke:

  "Who was the gray stone statue in the illusion just now?"

  Renekton looked at Amon with surprise. Seeing that the other party seemed to be listening carefully, he organized his words a little and said:

  "'The Knowledgeable' is a new belief in the Pas River Valley in the southern continent. It is a guide for those who are confused, a disseminator of knowledge, and the highest of all mysteries and philosophies."

  "Are you willing to learn about His beliefs?"

  "If I say yes, will you start preaching to me now?" Amon said with a faint smile on his face and a very curious look.

  Renekton shook his head slightly and said,

  "No, preaching is not my job, and this is also a problem."

  "Oh, no problem." Amon laughed indifferently, and then continued,

  "Why are you here? Select a group of loyal believers, or help Him get the blasphemous stone tablet in the Giant King's Court?"

  Renekton leaned back, leaned against the back of the chair, and replied calmly,

  "Maybe only the former, or maybe both, it depends on your father's choice."

  Across the campfire, Amon's expression changed for the first time, and he said in an unusually calm tone,

  "My father is dead, and He is just a lingering evil spirit."

  Renekton seemed not to notice Amon's expression, and continued to ask,

  "If He is not, why would Ouroboros, the king of the angels of destiny, follow Him all the time? Madness will not continue forever. What if He regains his sanity one day in the future?"     Amon stared deeply at Renekton across the campfire. When Renekton thought he would not answer this question, he spoke in a relaxed tone as if he didn't care:

  "He is not. The big snake is stupid. Maybe in his eyes, the madman is a kind of continuation of my father, but not in my eyes. He is just a madman, a madman who inherited part of my father's legacy."

  "Even if He regains his sanity one day, it will only be similar."

  Renekton nodded slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he continued to ask, "What if He takes back the other half?"

  Amon suddenly sat up straight, leaning back in the chair, and an imperceptible sharpness flashed in his eyes.

  He said in a deep voice, "The other half?"

  Renekton nodded, and spoke as if he was making a bold hypothesis:

  "The true creator is your father's crazy humanity. Do you think there is His divine incarnation hidden in the outside world?"

  "At that time, He had already stepped half a foot into that stage. Do you believe that He would die like that?"

  Amon lowered his head and frowned slightly, as if he was lost in thought.

  After a moment, he spoke to himself:

  "Most of my father's remaining characteristics were eaten by the three betrayers. Do you think they will be the backup for my father's resurrection? Maybe they were in the past, but they are definitely not now."

  "The remaining part formed the madman who crawled out of my father's body. Although He inherited some of my father's memories, emotions and will, He is not."

  "The last remaining writer's characteristics were taken away by that paranoid."

  Amon's unfinished words suddenly paused. He stood up thoughtfully, looked down at Renekton who was sitting on the chair, and said in a deep voice:

  "Do you know something? The audience is the best at performing and deceiving people. My paranoid brother is not consistent with what he shows?"

  "I don't know. After all, I haven't even met your brother."

  Renekton shrugged. As he spoke, his body turned into a surging star sand, rushing around in the afternoon town.

  Amon snorted coldly without raising his head. He raised his hand and pinched the edge of the monocle, rubbing it lightly twice, and a silver light slid across.

  The whole afternoon town was frozen in an instant, whether it was the lightning in the sky, the swaying bonfire, or the scattered star sand.

  The surrounding scene quickly retreated, and the scattered star sand regrouped into Renekton's figure, and then disintegrated into twinkling starlight and invisible gravity and electromagnetism in an instant.

  "Heh, interesting."

  Amon curled his lips and took a step forward casually. His figure disappeared in an instant, and the next moment he appeared at the edge of the afternoon town hundreds of meters away.

  He looked in a certain direction and kept moving forward. By stealing the distance and his own position, he walked hundreds of meters with each step.

  In less than half a minute, he caught up with Renekton running in the dark.

  The next moment, the two sides exchanged positions. He looked at Renekton with burning eyes and said,

  "You are walking so slowly, are you waiting for me? Is this the battlefield you chose for yourself?"

  "The way you escaped just now is very much like a high-sequence thief, fraud rules. Have you met Pales? Is he doing well? Next time you see him, remember to say hello to him for me. It has been a long time since we last met, and I have been missing him."

  Pales just wanted to shout: Don't come over!

  The secret technique I learned from the old man is really not good. I am not a real thief. Even if I catch him by surprise, it is difficult to hide it from Amon. He was just watching the show on purpose, not really not reacting.

  And I am not a secret technique instructor. I can only use these secret techniques through magic scrolls, which is really inconvenient.

  After sighing in his heart for a moment, Renekton said helplessly:

  "I just thought about it, and I found that there is no hatred between us, nor is there any unavoidable conflict. Why can't we get along?"

  "Isn't it that your reaction every time you see me is too intense?" Amon spread his hands and said innocently.

  "Maybe your reputation is too loud."

  Renekton sighed slightly, paused for a moment and then said:

  "So, since we have no conflict, can we say goodbye?"

  Amon smiled and refused:

  "No, I am very curious about your coming to the Forsaken Land of the Gods. If you don't want me to follow you, then only my real body can come." "

  Or, how about we play a game of cat and mouse?"

  "Not very good." Renekton refused without thinking.