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 Chapter 496: Secrets and Storms!

  After a stalemate with Amon for a moment, Renekton suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

  Cold eyes flashing with bright starlight emerged from the surrounding darkness. In the pupils of each eye, an illusory symbol composed of layers of doors was reflected, like a series of illusory overlapping passages, disrupting the surrounding space and splicing them together chaotically.

  "Interesting." Amon sighed in a low voice.

  His figure suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared next to an eye flashing with starlight.

  The next moment, Renekton felt that he had lost control of the eye.

  This can also be parasitized?

  "Why can't it be parasitized? The Sequence 0 of the 'Thief' path is called 'Error', which itself means to become a worm parasitic on time, fate, and rules."

  "So, as the existence closest to Sequence 0 in this path, isn't it normal for me to be able to parasitize your extraordinary ability?"

  Amon explained with a chuckle.

  As he spoke, he wandered in the space that was divided into pieces by chaos. In less than half a minute, nearly one-third of the space fell into his control.

  "It seems that we have to add some fun to our game." While speaking, Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers again.

  One after another, stars appeared around him, densely packed and dazzling.

  These stars wandered in the air wantonly, outlining one strange symbol after another, showing the breath of the fields of frost, mind, corruption, shadow, etc., like a magic scroll drawn out of thin air.

  As soon as these strange symbols took shape, they turned into bright starlights and flew away one after another, flickering randomly in the divided space around them, attracting each other and repelling each other, making it difficult to predict where they will appear next time.

  Amon stopped and looked at the bright starlights that were swimming around with interest. No matter how these starlights wandered, they were always a little away from touching him.

  After standing for a moment, Amon reached forward and grabbed a star that was close to him. The azure starlight turned dark the moment he touched it, and turned into a pool of viscous liquid full of the smell of corruption, which kept climbing up along Amon's arm, trying to completely engulf and corrode him.

  Amon shook his hand with some excitement, and the viscous liquid full of the smell of corruption was easily thrown out by him like an ordinary water stain.

  "Some kind of application of the trajectory of the stars? It seems that you have a deep understanding of the starry sky above your head, but have you forgotten that I am the most powerful "decryption scholar" in the world."

  Amon said, while wandering wantonly among the flying bright stars, those stars could not even touch the corners of his clothes.

  Renekton was silent for a moment, and his figure instantly became transparent, turning into dots of surging starlight, moving around at will, disturbing the starlight that Amon had found a pattern, and modifying the eyes that were parasitized.

  The battle between him and Amon made the surrounding area look like a computer screen that failed to load, with only blue spots of light flashing randomly.

  The randomly flashing screen lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and then suddenly shut down. At a certain moment, it was pitch black, pure darkness without a trace of light.

  In the darkness that drowned everything, it seemed that countless malicious eyes appeared. They were monsters hiding in the depths of the darkness. As the light disappeared, they finally became active.

  The remaining breath of the goddess of night erupted at this moment, and the quiet sound around could not be heard. Even Amon, who had the status of the king of angels, could not break through the hidden restrictions for a while.

  Before being completely engulfed by the remaining breath of the Goddess of Night, a rather dim star suddenly flickered, and Renekton's voice came out clearly. It was a word in the dragon language that he had recorded in secret when he first entered the Forsaken Land of God:

  "Leodro!"

  As if a switch had been triggered, the divine power of the storm domain gathered in the air, turning into silver-white electric snakes that leaped out, carrying a strong and violent destructive breath that seemed to be real, and slashed down densely.

  In just a moment, the silver-white thunder forest submerged everything around it and destroyed everything around it.

  In the afternoon town, the exploration team of the Silver City sat around a bonfire. Many of them had wounds on their bodies and were bandaging and treating each other.

  Derrick's face was a little flustered. The moment Amon's transparent face appeared just now, he even had the illusion that his heart stopped beating.

  He stared at Colin, who was standing upright with a straight sword in his hand, with lingering fear, and asked with some concern:

  "Sir, was the face that was just pulled out of the statue Amon?"

  Colin was silent for a moment, and then he spoke in a deep voice:

  "I have not seen Amon's true form, so I cannot be sure, but judging from the reaction of the Mr. 'White Tower' you mentioned, it should be him, otherwise he would not have been so flustered to exile us for a short time."

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Dense thunder came from the distant horizon, carrying a terrifying and violent breath that destroyed everything. The dazzling silver-white light illuminated the sky to the north of the town throughout the afternoon.     Derrick stared into the distance in a daze, his brown hair rising slightly. He felt his skin stinging slightly, as if the air around him was carrying a slight electric current.

  "This..." Derrick looked at the chief in a daze, but found that Colin's expression also showed an unprecedented heaviness.

  As the "demon hunter", the chief of Silver City, Colin, was the first to come to his senses. He turned around and looked around at the people in the exploration team, and said in a deep voice:

  "Take a break and suspend the exploration of the afternoon town. When the next lightning strikes, we will return to Silver City."

  In the hidden world, Renekton's eyes were constantly filled with pure brilliance of deep blue and purple, which seemed to be extremely sacred and cold, and always resisted the tranquility and calmness of the residual breath of the goddess of night.

  In the hidden state, he saw that everything in the real world was covered with a layer of dark fog. On the other side of the fog, the silver-white electric snake that destroyed everything was wantonly sweeping, and the dazzling silver-white made him feel that his hair was lifted up.

  Fortunately, I have been in contact with 0-17, and I am familiar with the breath of the goddess of night. With the help of the remaining breath and divine power of the goddess of night, I transformed myself into a hidden state. Even the divine punishment of the Lord of Storms cannot penetrate the hidden world and hurt me.

  Renekton sighed in his heart while trying to find Amon's figure.

  The silver-white electric light flooded everything. He stared at the real world outside the dark fog for a long time, but could not find Amon's figure.

  The lightning storm brought by the remaining divine power of the Lord of Storms did not last too long. In less than half a minute, darkness enveloped here again.

  In the hidden world, Renekton observed that the silver-white surrounding the real world finally disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, then half-clenched his right hand, and a ball of extremely slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in the palm of his hand. The light was very dim, with a sense of peace and tranquility.

  He simulated the breath of the goddess of night and pried the surrounding hidden power to remove the hidden state on himself.

  As soon as he returned to reality, Renekton's pale golden hair stood up straight, like a hedgehog with its hair frizzing. His skin was constantly burning and pricking, and the air was full of scorching air. The ground under his feet had already turned into a piece of carbonized powder, and a huge pit had sunk in.

  As soon as his figure solidified, it quickly transformed into countless bright stars, surging away from here.

  To the east of the God-Forsaken Land, the lightning that occasionally streaked across the sky reflected the deep and dark ravine below. At the edge of the huge ravine, a figure wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color sat on the edge of a huge rock.

  He had black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face. He was playing with a crystal monocle in his hand, and there was a tepid smile on the corner of his mouth.

  After a moment, countless gray and white light points emerged from the void, forming an inconspicuous stream of light, all of which sank into his body.

  He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, listening to something.

  After a moment, he raised his head again, looking deeply to the west, his sight seemed to be able to cross an infinite distance, seeing the people and things over there.

  "Oh, interesting. Did you use the remaining breath and divine power of the night and the storm?"

  Gu Zi whispered, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the edge of the boulder. When the next silver-white lightning illuminated the ground, his figure had appeared thousands of meters away.

  In the afternoon town, in a church that had collapsed, a figure in a simple white robe was crawling on the ground, praying in a low voice to the altar in front.

  "Demon Hunter" Colin and the members of the exploration team including Derrick gathered vigilantly on the other side.

  The fine and bright star sand suddenly poured in from all parts of the church. They met in the air and outlined the figure of Renekton.

  As the figure re-condensed, his eyes simply looked around the church, seeing the vigilant people of Silver City and the fake figure praying by the altar.

  "It seems that the actions of Amon and I just now have broken the balance here. All the things that should have been in the secret world have run out."

  While speaking, Renekton stretched out his right hand towards the figure who was praying quietly and selflessly on the ground. Starlight filled his hand, intending to directly wipe out the figure.

  Seeing Renekton's actions, Derrick subconsciously stopped him and said:

  "Wait a minute, Mr. 'White Tower', can you listen to what he is saying? Maybe you can find some secrets."

  "Yes, but this is just an illusory image and cannot answer your questions."

  After nodding slightly, Renekton suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

  In the prayer hall, the voice of the person who was praying on the ground was suddenly amplified:

  "Almighty God, I confess that I tempted Sasriel. The great disaster will start from here!"  Chapter 497 Conversation

  The voice of prayer and repentance continued twice, and then Renekton raised his hand to create a pure and bright starlight, melting and erasing the figure crawling on the ground.

  After doing all this, he turned calmly, looked at the people of Silver City behind him and said:

  "I thought you would leave here directly after the 'Exile' was over."

  "It seems that you are lucky. I am not sure about the exact location of the 'Exile'. I can only throw you to a less dangerous place. I can't be sure whether Amon will interfere with the 'Exile'."

  Colin, the chief "demon hunter" of Silver City, nodded slightly, bent his back slightly and saluted:

  "Thank you for your help."

  "We are lucky enough and have not encountered any danger that cannot be solved."

  Renekton nodded slightly without asking more.

  Derrick, still holding the Hurricane Axe tightly in his hand, also walked over and said with some shyness and worry on his face:

  "Mr. 'White Tower', have you gotten rid of Amon?"

  Renekton nodded slightly and said:

  "Almost, I used the remaining power of 'Storm' and 'Night' here to deal with some of his clones, but I'm not sure if it is all of the clones here. If he wants to hide, it will be difficult for me to find him."

  "If you are worried, you can ask Mr. 'Fool' to keep an eye on you. Amon cannot hide from Mr. 'Fool's' eyes."

  "I understand, thank you, Mr. 'White Tower'." Derrick nodded seriously.

  As he spoke, his eyes caught sight of Silver City Chief Colin standing beside him. Derrick felt as if he had read something from the chief's eyes. He raised his eyelids in realization, then looked at Renekton and asked,

  "Mr. 'White Tower', do you know which kings the phantom that was praying here just now mentioned? What is the great disaster? And who seduced Sasriel?"

  Derrick asked all the questions in his mind in one breath, then looked at Renekton nervously, waiting for his answer.

  Renekton spoke without hesitation:

  "The kings refer to the eight angel kings who serve the ancient sun god. As for the great disaster, you already knew that the person who tempted Sasriel does not exist. What the clergyman who existed in the past knew may not be true. As for the one he could not come, he is the one among the seven gods in the outside world who holds the secret power."

  After a pause, his eyes fell on Colin, the chief of Silver City, and he chuckled and said,

  "It's my turn to ask questions."

  "Do you have any records of the 'Master' or the 'Mysterious Demon' in Silver City?"

  Colin lowered his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly shook his head and said,

  "No, at least I don't know of any. If you need it, I can help you look up the information after returning to Silver City."

  Renekton nodded slightly, not too surprised by this. After all, Silver City used to be a city-state that believed in the Goddess of Harvest, and later belonged to the ancient sun god, and it was more exposed to giants.

  After a moment of silence, he asked,

  "Do you know the 'God of Wishes'? It has always stayed in this land."

  "God of Wishes? The subordinate god of the Destroyer Wolf?"

  Colin thought for a moment and then found the memory of the "God of Wishes" in his mind.

  Renekton nodded gently and said, "It is it, the Dark Wolf Kotar."

  "I'm sorry, Silver City's knowledge of it is limited to the few records left before the Cataclysm, and we have not come across anything related to this 'God of Wishes' in our exploration of the surrounding areas."

  Colin shook his head slowly. Regarding the "God of Wishes", the limited records of Silver City only mentioned it in the subordinate god of the Destroyer Wolf, and even its name was not recorded.

  Renekton nodded slightly, sighed silently in his heart, then turned his head to look at Derrick, a little sun that was taller than him, and said,

  "You'd better pray to Mr. Fool every once in a while, pray for his eyes, Amon will not leave so easily, whether in Silver City or elsewhere."

  "I will stay in the Forsaken Land for a long time. If there is anything, you can contact me through prayer. With some special means, I can respond to prayers in a large area."

  "Then I will leave first." As

  soon as the voice fell, his figure instantly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless starlight. The statue instantly shattered and turned into countless dazzling starlight flowing in all directions.

  In just a moment, the starlight in the prayer hall disappeared, leaving only a light yellow note floating where Renekton had just stood.

  Derrick subconsciously reached out to catch the note. With the help of the dim light from the candlesticks on both sides of the hall, he could clearly see the words on the note. It was written in Giant language, but it was a little different from the Giant language commonly used in Silver City, but he could still understand it.

  "The one who loves knowledge and mystery. The wise man from the unknown. The eyes that peek into the truth. The disaster of the Rorsted Archipelago. The great Al Tynes!"     After saying the honorific name written on the note in a broken voice, he handed the note to Chief Colin beside him.

  "You keep it." Colin simply responded, and did not reach out to take the note. He held a straight sword in each hand and walked out of the half-collapsed church.

  Throughout the afternoon, the town was filled with roars similar to those of wild beasts, and sporadic fires lit up in the town, as if it had returned to a state of living.

  Before Colin walked out of the half-collapsed church, a monster with a unique single eye and a face full of dense black short hair rushed in.

  Bang, bang, bang!

  Two monsters with the same beast-like black short hair rushed out from the church. One of them had the height of a normal human and two eyes, and the other was like a little giant with only one eye on his face.

  "The depravity and madness hidden in this town are completely revealed."

  Colin, who stood upright with two straight swords in hand, sighed, and then raised his sword to meet the tallest monster.

  Derrick also quickly formed a battle formation with his companions around him, trying to stop the two monsters rushing out of the church.

  On the "Future", the constantly flashing starlight illuminated the quiet and peaceful night around it, like a ship sailing in the sea of ​​stars.

  Everyone on the ship fell into a deep sleep. Some of them lay in the corners of the cabin, some lay directly on the stairwell, and some lay on their own beds.

  In the dream world, Anderson did not know when he materialized an easy chair and was lying on it leisurely, admiring the extremely religious murals on the dome.

  The next moment, Klein, who maintained the image of Gehrman Sparrow, pushed the door open from the other side.

  Anderson was still lying leisurely in the armchair without turning his head. When Klein approached, he suddenly said,

  "We are about to leave this damn sea. Do you think I should pray to that unknown great existence? According to Al's prophecy, after I leave this sea, the bad luck on me will erupt more imperceptibly."

  Are you reminding me to throw you into the sea as soon as I leave this sea?

  Klein complained in his heart, and then spoke in Herman's usual cold voice:

  "Whatever you say."

  Anderson curled his lips and showed a hypocritical smile:

  "Hey, you are worthy of being the 'Crazy Adventurer', so cold and ruthless. I thought we were friends after this adventure?"

  Klein took a few steps forward and asked casually:

  "Who do you believe in? The 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom', or the 'Lord of Storms', or something else?"

  Anderson's expression suddenly became a little strange:

  "I originally believed in the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom', and studied in the church school for quite a while."

  "But the priests of the Church of Knowledge are so abominable. Just because I failed the exams in some subjects, they ignored my ordinary and handsome face and looked at me like a fool all day long."

  "Bah! I just don't want to learn those boring courses. I've always been at the top of the class in the courses I like, such as the basics of painting, art appreciation, and art knowledge! Only Edwina, who always has a long face, can be compared with me in these subjects!"

  "Of course, after coming to the sea, you will more or less believe in the 'Lord of the Storm'."

  This guy is really a classmate of "Vice Admiral Iceberg". If those people on the "Golden Dream" knew about it, would they spit and drown this guy? . The painting style of the Church of Knowledge is completely different from that of other churches. They have a unique chain of contempt for IQ. No wonder the belief in the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" is not as widely spread as the other six gods.

  Klein couldn't help but associate it in his mind. He relied on the facial control ability brought by the "Faceless Man" stage to prevent himself from laughing.

  After a brief silence, Klein weighed his words and said,

  "Since your faith is not firm, there is nothing wrong with praying to an entity other than your own faith."

  Anderson's mouth twitched. He wanted to refute that if the people of the Church of Knowledge did not despise his IQ, his faith would actually be quite firm. After

  hesitating for a while, he suddenly asked, "Al said you are a favored one. Which favored one are you? Does He have the authority to control the realm of destiny?"

  "." Klein remained silent.

  Without waiting for Klein to organize his words, he continued to speak,

  "Forget it. I will pray to the 'Fool' when I leave this sea area. As a treasure hunter, I always need a bit of adventurous spirit. Anyway, I have never heard of anyone losing control, going crazy, or dying because of praying to Him."

  You will not be in danger because of this, but you will not be relieved of your bad luck because of this. Klein was a little confused and put his hand on his forehead, thinking about how to dispel Anderson's idea of ​​praying to him.  Chapter 498 Weird Forest

  In the afternoon town, Derrick rolled forward to avoid the monster's attack, and the Hurricane Axe in his right hand slashed the calf of a giant covered with short black hair.

  Boom!

  A silver-white lightning fell from the sky, and the monster that was struck trembled and stiffened in place.

  Derrick stood up calmly. He did not continue to chop with the Hurricane Axe, but opened his arms as if embracing the sun.

  A bright, brilliant and pure holy light descended, covering the monster in front.

  In the light filled with the breath of the sacred sun, the monster covered with short black hair screamed and fell down. A burst of black mist emerged from its body, and in an instant it was melted in the light and dissipated into nothingness.

  On the other side, Colin, the chief of the Silver City, held a silver-white straight sword in each hand. After repelling several monsters approaching him, he suddenly retreated a distance, slightly bent his back, and inserted the straight sword in his hand into the rotten gray stone ground.

  Pieces of morning light fragments burst out from the two straight swords. They were dense and countless, forming a flickering and violent sharp hurricane, sweeping out in all directions.

  The bright morning light quickly enveloped everything around, cutting, dissolving, and wearing out the monsters covered with short black hair.

  The bright morning light lasted for about half a minute, until Colin got up from the ground, the morning light around him gradually dissipated, and there was no monster around.

  After a period of fighting, the people of Silver City have discovered that the monsters here are afraid of strong light.

  Although the morning light of the "Dawn Knight" is not as good as the "Prayer of Light" in the sacred and bright fields, the effect of the morning light used by Colin, who is already a "demon hunter", is not worse than the holy light summoned by Derrick, and it can cover a larger area.

  With the last monster being solved, the afternoon town suddenly returned to silence, and only deep darkness enveloped everything.

  Chief Colin of Silver City looked around and said in a deep voice:

  "Rest first, then return to Silver City."

  There were constant accidents in the exploration of the town in the afternoon. Although the exploration team did not lose personnel, they were all injured to varying degrees. In addition, the sudden appearance of Mr. "White Tower" from the outside world and Amon forced him to reconsider his exploration plan for the Giant King's Court.

  In Silver City, piles of black hair-like plants grew in the gaps between the tall walls of Silver City, fluttering like hair in the sobbing wind.

  Renekton stayed at a farther place and jumped far away to the direction of Silver City, looking at the top of the wall with a lantern inserted at every distance, and the hidden residents patrolling on it with animal skin lanterns.

  After a brief look, his figure became transparent again, turning into bright starlight points, surging, and moving away from here with the direction of the wind.

  Renekton sometimes strolled, sometimes turned into surging starlight, and soon walked far away in the direction of the south of Silver City.

  He was wearing a black classical robe with a hood, painted with many strange symbols and magic signs, like scattered stars surrounding a cold and indifferent eye. In his left hand, he held a transparent crystal ball with hazy starlight, looking like a mysterious wizard walking in the wilderness in stories and legends.

  On a dry riverbed, pieces of starlight began to gather from the inside, reuniting the figure of Renekton.

  He looked at the riverbed under his feet thoughtfully. It was not particularly dry, but there was no water. The moisture was evenly distributed. It didn't look like it was drying up slowly, but more like the river suddenly disappeared? Trapped in an incomplete state of secrecy, only returning to reality at a completely random or fixed time?

  As he stopped, his eyes flickered and became extremely deep, and clear again after a moment.

  "There is a remnant of the goddess of night around, it seems that the river water has indeed been hidden."

  "But it seems that there are still people living here, yes, there were."

  Some of the scenes spied through the River of Destiny allowed Renekton to see some scenes that had happened here before, including monsters and humans. They had more or less traces of alienation on their bodies, holding not very bright lanterns and carefully collecting river water by the river.

  Although it is impossible to judge the specific time, the scenes in those pictures should have happened a long time ago, and the survivors around did not struggle in the darkness.

  With a sigh in his heart, Renekton followed his intuition and walked into the darkness on the right side of the river.

  With the help of lightning that fell from the sky from time to time, he saw a dark, dry, and evil forest less than 100 meters away from the river.

  There was no leaf, and both the trunks and branches grew extremely twisted. There were large and small holes on the trunks, like hideous, twisted, screaming faces.

  Every tree exuded the breath of decay, coldness and death, but gave people a weird feeling of being alive.     The deep blue in Renekton's eyes continued to flow, outlining one complex symbol after another.

  The next moment, a huge, illusory eye appeared from above the forest, and its cold, substantial gaze swept across every corner of the forest.

  Renekton stopped where he was, carefully analyzing the various details about the entire forest that emerged in his mind.

  Possessing the characteristics of both the living and the dead, and transforming incomplete dead creatures? Plants can also transform into undead? . Logically speaking, this place lacks light and a stable water source, and is completely unsuitable for plant growth, unless they have mutated into monsters?

  They were once monsters activated by the power of the earth realm, and later infected by the power left by the former god of death, turning into undead, but because of their own special characteristics, this change is not complete?

  After stopping to think for a while, Renekton made the transparent and illusory huge eye above the forest disappear, and then stared at the forest ahead with deep eyes, intending to rely on prophecy to judge whether there is danger ahead.

  After a moment, he retracted his gaze and planned to directly cross this strange forest.

  These strange trees themselves do not have the ability to cause danger to me, but they form a delicate balance with the accumulated death, earth, and even the power of the night realm. Once this balance is broken, I may not be able to escape the influence of the residual power here.

  When Renekton was about to fly over the forest from the air, a silver-white lightning fell nearby and illuminated the surroundings.

  With the help of the brief incandescence brought by the lightning, he noticed a tree buried upside down on the edge of the forest. The twisted tree seemed to have a piece of cloth similar to the color of the trunk hanging on it.

  Because it was very close to the trunk and the color was almost the same, if it weren't for the location where the lightning fell, he would not have noticed this subtle abnormality.

  "The traces left by humans, did the people who once gathered in this area find a way to coexist with this strange forest?"

  Renekton whispered to himself, and took a few quick steps closer to the edge of the forest. The left hand holding the crystal ball slightly turned his wrist.

  The starlight in the crystal ball flashed, and the invisible gravitational disturbance directly pulled up the tree buried in the ground.

  Looking at the strange tree that had been fully exposed, Renekton frowned slightly. Perhaps because most of it was buried underground and could not grow freely, the tree grew very restrained and strange:

  the trunk was bent, and near the top, there were two thick branches growing on each side. The curvature was very strange, like two arms struggling apart.

  Standing a little further away, it was a person struggling in pain with his back bent.

  Renekton reached out and grabbed the dark-colored cloth strip with inconspicuous bark texture around the trunk, and pulled it hard twice.

  It felt very rough, like rough linen made of plant fibers. It had grown together with the trunk. Renekton pulled it hard several times, but failed to tear it apart.

  Renekton kept his movements unchanged and lowered his head slightly. His eyes flashed and became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm. He obviously lost focus and his eyes were blank.

  After a moment of trance, a picture quickly appeared in his mind:

  In the darkness, a figure holding an animal skin lantern was running fast, panting as he ran. Because of the perspective, Renekton could not see the figure, but could only feel the fear and despair that filled his chest, and the trees around him that were not only retreating but also twisting and twisting in strange postures.

  The surrounding trees were retreating very quickly, and Renekton used this to estimate the speed of the owner of this perspective, and found that he was faster than the wolves running at full speed in the wilderness.

  Sequence 7 or Sequence 6 Beyonders, and the kind with greatly enhanced physical fitness. As his thoughts floated, Renekton felt that the suffocating despair became stronger, and the picture in his mind floated for a moment:

  the surrounding trees that kept retreating seemed to be changing, as if they were alive, twisting, shaking, and whimpering.

  The picture in his mind floated again quickly, becoming pitch black, as if the person who kept running had lost his animal skin lantern, leaving only heavier panting and deeper despair that seemed to be able to crush people.

  Only when silver-white lightning flashed across the sky could one barely see the surrounding environment with the help of the light of lightning.

  The silver-white light was cut into countless tiny pieces under the cover of the branches, like the eyes of a monster hidden in the depths of darkness, and it looked extremely depressing.

  The runner seemed to be very familiar with the road here. Even without a lantern, with the help of the lightning that illuminated the surroundings from time to time, he could easily distinguish his position and the direction of travel.

  As the picture floated, the figure rushed out of the depressing, twisted, and evil woods, and the sound of rushing water sounded around.

  At the most relaxed and joyful moment, the picture floating in Renekton's mind suddenly ended.

  An unspeakable meaning floated in his heart, and he subconsciously murmured:

  ".There is no end to suffering, and the sun will never rise."  Chapter 499 "Chariot"

  The dark-colored cloth with some bark texture decayed in Renekton's hand, and fell into pieces. In the process of falling, it broke into even finer powder and dissipated in the wind.

  Renekton lowered his eyes, his emotions were very restrained, and he murmured in a voice that only he could hear:

  "Is this the last obsession?"

  "It's been too long, and the spirituality has almost been lost. It's impossible to divine more information."

  "The characteristics on his body are gone. After the precipitation, he was swallowed by the monster in the dark, or he was revived as a monster and left here?"

  Sighing, Renekton turned his left wrist slightly, and the abnormal gravity around him suddenly disappeared. The tree that was lifted up in the air and twisted in a posture fell to the ground with a bang.

  He looked deeply at the endless forest. Under the silver-white electric light, the more he looked, the more he could feel the evil of this forest.

  Retracting his gaze, Renekton turned around and took two steps back. In the process, his body quickly became transparent and disintegrated into fine and bright star sand. It flashed with light blue light and rushed into the sky, rushing to the other side of the woods.

  On Tuscat Island, Anderson, who had left the "Future", and Klein, who had transformed into German Sparrow, found a hotel nearby to stay.

  After Anderson opened the door with the key and entered his room, he seemed to have finally unloaded a heavy burden and threw himself directly into the easy chair beside him. After

  lying quietly for a while, he suddenly felt a little thirsty. He slowly got up and poured himself a cup of hot water.

  While drinking water, he thought about what he should do next:

  Go drink some wine, normal wine, not the wine that was added with something on the "Future"! I also need some generous pirates to contribute some gold pounds to me!

  Cough! Cough! Cough!

  Anderson suddenly started coughing violently. The glass in his hand slipped straight down and fell to the floor, breaking into pieces. His other hand grabbed his throat, as if he couldn't breathe.

  Cough! Cough. He coughed more and more, his whole face was swollen and purple, and his voice gradually became weaker.

  Then, red flowed in his eyes, as if he was about to burn with fire, and the blue veins on the back of his hands began to wriggle like worms. This was a sign of losing control!

  Bang!

  Anderson fell heavily to the ground as if he had lost his strength. His body twitched a few times, and then he lost his movement, and even his breathing stopped.

  Ten seconds later, Anderson, like a dead body, suddenly straightened his back, turned over from the ground and sat up, and touched his face with lingering fear.

  ". I almost choked to death because of drinking water!"

  "Fortunately. Otherwise, I would have become the hunter with the funniest cause of death. Is this the most deadly danger often hidden in the most ordinary life? That guy was actually not threatening me!" "

  Fortunately. Before entering that sea area, I spent a lot of money to buy a substitute doll."

  While speaking, Anderson took out a straw doll from the lining of his vest. Two eyes, a nose, and a mouth were simply painted on it with ink.

  The doll had been corroded and was dripping black liquid drop by drop. In less than ten seconds, it completely melted into a pool of black liquid and lay quietly on the floor.

  "After leaving that sea area, my bad luck has really become more fierce."

  "No, I can't delay any longer. I must solve my bad luck as soon as possible, otherwise I won't even dare to drink water in the future."

  Anderson whispered to himself for a few words, and he didn't care about his current state. He simply sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered his head, closed his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his mouth and nose, and prayed devoutly:

  "The essence of knowledge, the root of mystery, the glory of civilization, the great 'Unknown God', you are the holder of truth."

  "Your faithful believers pray to you for a way to solve my bad luck."

  Anderson repeated his prayer words in ancient Hermetic language for several times, but he never received any response. He got up from the ground a little discouraged, and struggled whether to change his honorific name and try again.

  According to my past experience, after the bad luck breaks out once, I will not be too unlucky in the next two or three days. I just experienced choking to death while drinking water, and I should not be punished by God for not being pious enough.

  After making up his mind, Anderson moved to another place and began to pray again:

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

  "Your faithful believers pray to you, praying for a way to solve your bad luck."

  Above the gray fog, Klein sat upright on the high-backed chair that belonged to "The Fool", looking at the picture in front of him that extended through the crimson stars. He had the urge to be struck by lightning and shut up completely.

  He leaned back in the high-back chair, his eyes scanning the high-level items on the table, and murmured in a low voice:

  "None of these things involve the field of destiny, and I'm just an empty shell of the 'Fool'. It's beyond my ability to help people solve problems like bad luck. If this guy is unlucky enough to die, maybe he can give me some equipment."

  "No, with Anderson's personality, he shouldn't pray to me so suddenly under normal circumstances. He had plenty of opportunities to pray when he was on the 'Future'. Why did he just encounter bad luck again? And it's the kind that is fatal. I didn't notice any movement. It should be a very normal, very trivial thing."

  "Don't worry about him for now. I'll find a chance to ask Will Auceptin or Arrodes."

  After making up his mind, Klein planned to cut off contact and leave the gray fog. He just raised his hand and the movement suddenly stopped.     Given Anderson's character, in order to ensure his own safety, he would most likely pester me when he was in trouble. It would be safer to have a Sequence 5 Beyonder who he knew by his side than to be alone, even though I might be one of the dangers he encountered.

  What a trouble! The strongest hunter also had an unclear relationship with the Church of Knowledge, which could be considered a good resource and network.

  As his thoughts floated, he spread his spirituality, wrapped around the crimson star representing Anderson, and pulled the other party into the space above the gray fog.

  The crimson light suddenly burst out, then instantly retracted, condensing into a young man wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and brown wide-leg pants. His short blond hair was parted in threes and sevens, and his green eyes were still a little confused.

  In a place he couldn't see, a red flame pattern composed of sword blades, spearheads, bows and arrows, and many other weapons, as if stained with rust and blood, slowly emerged.

  Is this the symbol of the "Hunter" path?

  Klein glanced at Anderson, who had not yet recovered from his daze. He tapped the edge of the table twice with his fingers, making a thumping sound. Then he spoke in a leisurely tone:

  "Why did you get infected with the power left by Ouroboros?"

  "Ah?" Anderson was stunned for a moment, then quickly came back to his senses. He looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top of the mottled long table with a heavy expression, and soon lowered his head again, only looking around with the corner of his eyes.

  In many of the classics he had read, it was mentioned that gods should not be looked at directly.

  Even if the other party is not a real god, it is not much different. Anyway, it makes no difference to me.

  While Anderson collected his thoughts, he respectfully recounted everything he encountered in the temple in the ruins of the war of gods.

  Finally, he laughed at himself and said,

  "I almost choked to death just now because I drank a glass of water. If I hadn't spent a lot of money to buy a life-saving doll, I would have been a corpse that was emitting extraordinary characteristics."

  After a pause, he asked cautiously,

  "Excuse me, can I get a way to get rid of my bad luck from you? If so, what price do I need to pay?"

  Klein, who was sitting on a high-backed chair, didn't move his body. He seemed to be indifferent to this question. He chuckled and said,

  "I follow the principle of equal exchange, but you can't give me a satisfactory reward now."

  After a pause, he continued before Anderson could speak eagerly,

  "There will be a party held here regularly. You can seek help from those who participate in the party. Some of them can solve your problem."

  "Party?" Anderson looked up and looked around in surprise.

  It does look like this place is often visited by people, but... In a place like this, in front of a great being, a party is held regularly? Isn't this too bold and exciting!

  Anderson gathered his scattered thoughts, lowered his head, and spoke in a more respectful tone:

  "Excuse me, can I join the party here?"

  "I am a treasure hunter active in the Misty Sea. I have been to many places and discovered many treasures. I have a wide range of knowledge and my own connections in the extraordinary world."

  This guy's state is completely different from those who were first pulled into the gray fog by me. Although his attitude is also very respectful, he is not silent because of caution. He talks a lot, as if he is gossiping with others.

  Moreover, a hunter's connections are really not a list of enemies?

  Klein complained a few words in his heart. When Anderson fell silent and his expression changed from indifferent to uneasy, he slowly said:

  "Oh, yes, they use tarot cards as code names. You can also choose one for yourself. I have eliminated the repeated ones."

  While speaking, he shook his fingers slightly, and a pair of exquisite tarot cards emerged out of thin air, surrounding Anderson and standing upright in the air.

  Anderson looked at the tarot card floating next to him and couldn't help muttering:

  "'Emperor'. Isn't this a bit too arrogant? Hmm, there is no 'Sun'? It seems that there is no 'World' either. Then 'Chariot' will do."

  "I choose Zhang, the 'Chariot' that overcomes obstacles and wins."  Chapter 500 Arrodes' Congratulations

  "Okay."

  At the top of the mottled long table, Klein tapped the edge of the table with his fingers, causing all the tarot cards except the "Chariot" to disappear.

  In order to show his mystery and majesty, Klein added:

  "The 'Chariot' acts decisively and quickly, but the faster the 'Chariot' is, the harder it is to see the truth and the current situation, and eventually lose its goal."

  Anderson was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, stood up and saluted respectfully:

  "Thank you for your gift and reminder!"

  He wanted to say something else, but he didn't know how to address this mysterious existence, so he had to end the topic directly.

  Klein leaned against the back of the chair and said leisurely: "You can call me: 'The Fool'."

  "I understand, respected Mr. 'Fool'." Anderson bowed with a large, pious gesture and saluted again.

  "The party is at 3 pm every Monday in Backlund time."

  Klein briefly mentioned the time of the party, and then threw him out of the gray fog.

  Anderson felt dazed for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he was already sitting in the armchair in the hotel room.

  Looking around, Anderson touched his face in disbelief, and said to himself:

  "I am still alive. The mysterious 'Fool' did not directly contaminate me, but he did not remove the bad luck from me."

  "Monday, three o'clock in the afternoon of Backlund time. Fortunately, there are only two days, I should be able to make it."

  "In order for my ordinary and handsome face to continue to live in this world, I have to work hard to earn some living expenses, and there is also the blackmail from that guy Gehrman Sparrow."

  Reaching out and patting his cheek, Anderson got up from the armchair, picked up the clothes on the coat rack and prepared to go out.

  The moment his hand just put on the door handle, he was suddenly stunned. In a trance, he seemed to see a pair of strange, indifferent eyes with countless bright stars looking at him.

  "Hmm"

  There was a slight swelling pain in the head, as if some knowledge was pouring into his mind.

  The knowledge took shape in his mind, and turned into a picture:

  a rabbit wearing a special black tuxedo, a red bow tie and a black top hat, holding a milky white dice in its hand, staring at the front without blinking, as if looking at someone.

  Anderson murmured like a dream: "The Pas River Valley in the southern continent can solve the abnormality of fate."

  After the voice fell, Anderson seemed to wake up suddenly, and shook his head twice violently, as if he felt that he was not sober enough, and he reached out and slapped his cheek while shaking.

  "Is this a tip from Mr. Fool? No, he said that I couldn't pay him a satisfactory reward, so he asked me to find someone to help me at the party later."

  "So, the pair of eyes just now belonged to the 'Knowledgeable One'?"

  "This is terrible. I prayed to the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' thousands of times before, but never got a response. How come it suddenly succeeded twice in a row? Moreover, why is there a delay in the response from the 'Knowledgeable One'? Am I an undercover agent of the two secret beings? Is this a new development of my bad luck?"

  Anderson became weaker and weaker as he spoke. In the end, he propped his hands on the door and buried his head deeply in his arms. He felt a sense of sadness that he only had a few minutes left to live.

  He kept this action for nearly ten minutes, and suddenly raised his head as if he had made up his mind and opened the door. Nothing could be worse than this. He should take care of the present and go to the pirates to borrow some money.

  At the same time, in another room across the corridor, Klein took out the radio receiver placed on the gray fog by praying to himself and responding to himself.

  The radio receiver on the table was silent for a while, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the temperature dropped several degrees in an instant.

  Dadada!

  The ethereal typing sound continued to ring, and a piece of illusory white paper on the receiver was spit out, with translucent silver-white Rune words flashing on it:

  "Great Supreme Master, your loyal servant Arrodes comes to see you."

  "Congratulations, you have taken another step forward on the road to regaining your authority. The increasingly powerful aura on you makes me tremble!"

  At the end of the word, there was a frightened and excited little man expression.

  This mirror is very sensitive. It can see that the aura of the Upper Source Castle on my body is stronger. From its performance, it doesn't look like an item of the path of destiny. Why can it see the special thing in me?     Klein was silent for a moment, then he kept the indifferent tone of Gehrman Sparrow and nodded slightly, "Hmm."

  The receiver on the table clicked and spit out another piece of illusory white paper:

  "Great master, do you have any questions you want to ask me?"

  Quite self-conscious. Klein sighed in his heart, his face was already expressionless, and he nodded slightly:

  "Yes."

  "Do you know what the potion corresponding to the sequence four of the 'Fortune Teller' path is called? Where can I get its formula and potion materials?"

  The receiver made a clicking sound again, and a new piece of illusory white paper popped out:

  "Great master, are you testing me?"

  "Sequence four of the 'Fortune Teller' path is called 'Trickster', and there are only three ways to obtain the corresponding potion formula."

  "The first one is the Church of the Goddess of Night. They have always had the habit of training fortune-tellers and have also raised mermaids. The second one is Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, but he has gone mad. I'm sorry, dear master, because of the limitations of this radio receiver, I can't show you the relevant images. The third one is the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains, which is the origin of the Antigonus family."

  My identity in the church is already a dead man. I can't find the Secret Order at all. Even if I find it, I have no choice but to go to the Hornachis Mountains in the face of a crazy angel. Is this why the Mysterious Queen predicted that my fate is in the Hornachis Mountains?

  Klein looked at the words on the radio receiver expressionlessly and compared several options in his mind. It can only be said that each one is more dangerous than the other.

  The clattering sound suddenly sounded again, and new words appeared on the blurred white paper:

  "Great master, there may be another possibility, but I cannot be sure. I cannot see through that person, but I intuitively think that he should also understand this knowledge, or he has a way to understand this knowledge. Do you want to know?"

  "Yes." Klein nodded calmly. This was the first time he saw Arrodes use words like "uncertainty" and "intuition" to describe a person.

  The radio receiver on the table started beeping again:

  "Great Master, you know him too, Rekton Soth from Feynaport. He also has another identity at sea called Al Tynes."

  "There are too many secrets about him. What I can see is very limited. I can't be sure whether he has mastered the relevant information, but the potion formula is also a kind of 'knowledge'. As a devotee of knowledge, he must have a way to obtain the knowledge he needs." It sounds

  reasonable. I can ask about it at the next Tarot Club. It would be best if I have it, but it wouldn't be any worse if I don't. Klein nodded slightly, and then asked the next question:

  "Who is the most suitable person to solve the curse of doom brought by the murals left by Ouroboros?"

  The telegraph machine started beeping and spit out a new piece of white paper:

  "Great Master, there are four choices that are most suitable for you. They are:

  the rabbit raised by Al Tynes, the probability dice evolved from the uniqueness of the destiny path, Backlund hides a mercury snake, and Olawi Island hides a member of the Life School Destiny Council. His name is Rejod, and he is currently recovering there. There is also Destiny, who you have contacted before, who is drifting in the foggy sea, as if looking for something."

  Each choice is not close. I hope Anderson can hold on. Hmm. Or I can ask him to pay the reward in advance, so that there is no need to worry that he will die before paying.

  Klein thought silently for a moment, then nodded gently to the radio receiver on the table:

  "That's it."

  The receiver spit out a piece of illusory white paper again:

  "Yes, great and supreme master, I hope you will return to the throne as soon as possible. Your loyal servant is always waiting for your dispatch. Then I will take my leave first."

  At the end of the word, there was also a little man waving with tears.

  Klein stood there calmly, not saying anything. The illusory white papers that appeared on the radio receiver in front of him instantly became transparent and disappeared. The light in the room became brighter, and the temperature rose a little.

  Klein, standing in front of the table, sighed slightly.

  Arrodes didn't seem to be a simple seal. It could see through the specialness of me without involving its own destiny. Was it because it was related to this specialness, or was it related to some special authority, such as "omniscience"?

  "Omniscience" should be the authority of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom". When the position of Sequence 0 is occupied, the upper limit of this path is Sequence 2. "Magic Mirror" Arrodes corresponds to the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 2 of this path?

  Perhaps, I can ask Will Auceptin. Anyway, I plan to ask him questions. If I write smaller and more densely, I should be able to write one more question.

  Thinking of this, Klein walked quickly to the desk, disassembled the paper crane folded by Will Auceptin, and densely wrote down the questions he wanted to ask on it with a pencil:

  "How to remove the curse of doom brought by the mural of the 'Angel of Destiny'?"

  "Where can I get the potion formula and materials of the 'Strange Mage'?"

  "What is the origin of the 'Magic Mirror' Arrodes, the Sealed Artifact 2-111 collected by the Backlund Steam Church?"