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 Chapter 646 Mushrooms

  When he opened his eyes again, the crimson reflected in his eyes had disappeared.

  He let out a long breath, turned his head and looked at the dusk church behind him, and in his eyes, complex and illusory symbols condensed one after another, and a stream of complex information emerged out of thin air, blending into the wind, and flowing to every corner of the port.

  The light around seemed to become a little dimmer, but when you look closely, there is no change.

  Silently, a simulated "mysterious realm" covered the entire Mishil Port, completely isolating it from the outside world, and even information could not be interacted.

  This change is very hidden and difficult to be noticed by people in the "mysterious realm", especially those "warriors" and "hunters" whose spiritual intuition is not strong enough and who are not good at divination and prophecy.

  After doing all this, Renekton raised his hand and patted Bugs Bunny, chuckling:

  "It's your turn, let those spores grow quickly."

  "Let's go, let's go." Bugs Bunny nodded excitedly, and took out the Hermit Card that had been prepared long ago, and a holy emblem of life engraved with symbols such as wheat ears, flowers and spring water.

  Renekton nodded, stretched out his right hand and made a fist, and a series of "lights" appeared out of thin air and quickly penetrated into the Hermit Card, giving this blasphemous card substantial power.

  Bugs Bunny took the Hermit Card in his hand, infused it with spirituality and shook it. Its body instantly became virtual, decomposing into a stream of complex and pure knowledge, rushing towards those who were contaminated with spores in the port.

  In the square outside the Dusk Church, two figures, one red and one white, emerged one after another.

  One of them was wearing a silver full-body armor, nearly three meters tall, holding a broadsword, and under the silver-white helmet, only a pair of dark green sharp eyes could be seen.

  The other one was also over two meters tall, wearing a dark red robe with intricate patterns. He was a mature man with deep facial features, yellow eyebrows, and fiery red hair.

  In the square, everyone tacitly ignored the two figures that suddenly appeared, and continued their actions and words, as if they didn't notice them at all, or as if they noticed them, but they were indifferent and didn't care.

  The mature middle-aged man in the dark red robe looked up at the sky, staring calmly for a second, and suddenly muttered in a low voice:

  "I smell the smell of 'secret'."

  The three-meter-tall giant wearing silver full body armor and holding a broadsword looked directly in the direction of Renekton with dark green eyes. The illusions and mental influences around him seemed to have little effect on him.

  With a cold snort, he inserted the broadsword in his hand into the ground. The broadsword instantly became brighter and turned silver-white, like the materialization of light gathering. The bright and holy morning light instantly filled the entire square, dispelling the illusions and mental influences that enveloped the surroundings.

  The morning light wanted to continue to expand, but it was blocked by a layer of dark shadow curtain, and it was difficult to move forward.

  In the square, those who were talking to each other and walking suddenly woke up, and they were blinded by the sudden morning light around them.

  Before they could figure out what happened, the sobbing wind quickly rolled up, like invisible giant hands, pulling and pushing them to the Dusk Church in front of the square.

  Renekton's figure stood out in the morning light. He looked at the two tall Feysac people in front of him, chuckled and said:

  "A 'Silver Knight' and a 'Weather Warlock', does the Feysac Empire value a small port so much?"

  No one answered Renekton's question. The "Silver Knight" wearing silver full body armor melted all of a sudden and turned into a pool of flowing silver metal liquid, which quickly surged towards Renekton, like a pool of sticky and heavy mercury, completely submerging Renekton's figure.

  The body of the "weather wizard" in the dark red robe suddenly caught fire, and the whole person turned into a ball of red and white flames, condensed into a spear, and rushed towards the shadow curtain covering the surroundings.

  The sticky and heavy mercury wrapped Renekton into a huge silver-white cocoon, leaving no gaps. The "Silver Knight" seemed to intend to suffocate Renekton while restricting his movements.

  The next second, a series of "lights" poured out from the silver-white cocoon, with an illusory posture, and a torrent of information that was so complex and terrifying that it quickly intercepted the flame spear that rushed towards the shadow curtain in the sky.

  The red and white flame spear became difficult to move in the "light" formed by countless information, and even the constantly moving firelight weakened a lot.

  The surrounding information quickly gathered and condensed into an illusory ball of light, like a cage, firmly imprisoning the red and white flames.

  In the torrent of pure information, the light of dawn burst out, like a silver-white sharp blade, cutting the "light" formed by the torrent of information into pieces.

  The invisible "light" continued to surge, not affected by the attack at all. Several "Silver Knights" who were good at frontal combat and only good at frontal combat could hardly threaten an angel who could switch between normal state and information flood state.

  On the ground, the "Silver Knight" who hid his whole body under the silver full body armor looked at the flames that were gradually weakened by the information flood, sighed suddenly, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and knelt on one knee to pray devoutly:     "The symbol of power and glory, the great god of knights."

  "You are the master of war, the protector of guns and cannons, and the dusk of all things."

  "The devout believers pray to you, pray for the power of dusk, and pray for the power to destroy the enemy."

  As the giant language was recited, some of the characteristics of the "Silver Knight" were touched, and the color of dusk appeared on the silver-white full-body armor, and gradually condensed into a great sword composed of orange-red dusk light.

  In just a moment, this great sword composed of orange-red dusk light emerged from the surging information torrent in the air and deeply inserted into the information torrent.

  The breath of decay and decay instantly spread, even the information was disturbed, chaos appeared, and it collapsed uncontrollably.

  Taking advantage of this brief chaos, the red and white flames rushed out of the information torrent, fell to the ground, and re-condensed into a figure wearing a dark red robe.

  In the closed dock area of ​​​​Mishir Port, the Feysac assault army that came down from the airship was temporarily staying here to collect supplies and prepare for entering the ancient forest later.

  On the second floor of a tavern converted from a warehouse at the dock, a middle-aged general wearing many medals on his military uniform stood in front of the window with a frown, staring at the quiet night sky. Ever since he was disturbed by that unknown gaze in the afternoon, he always felt a little uneasy.

  He was once the youngest general in Feysac, and now he is the most famous general in Feysac, Ramik Wilt. He is not from the Einhorn family, nor is he a great noble in Feysac. He became a "war bishop" more by relying on his own strength and wisdom.

  The experience of being active on the battlefield for many years told him that he could not miss any signs of danger, even though this place was safe enough and was the safest colony of Feysac in the southern continent.

  But his intuition and reason told him that all his worries were unnecessary. Not only was there a well-equipped army and powerful extraordinary people here, but there were also angels who only existed in the records of church books most of the time.

  After hesitating for a moment, Ramik Vert smiled self-deprecatingly and whispered:

  "With Prince Snarna here, there won't be any accidents. The weather is proof of this."

  After a two-second pause, he belatedly wondered, "Is it too quiet today?"

  Thinking of something, he spread his will and spirit, connecting himself with his army to form a whole.

  The next second, an abnormal flush surged on his face, his body had an uncontrollable physiological reaction, and his thoughts were almost burst by desire.

  Those voices that made him so familiar now turned into a series of high-pitched or low-pitched gasps in his mind, which were both painful and joyful, difficult to resist and difficult to control.

  "Damn it." Ramik Vert cursed with his only remaining rationality, trying to cut off the connection established by "mind communication".

  The next second, a rabbit wearing a tuxedo, a bow tie, and holding a playing card appeared in his room.

  His attention was uncontrollably drawn to the sudden appearance of Bugs Bunny, and he watched as complex and illusory symbols formed in his bright red eyes. The thought of "

  bad" flashed through Ramik Wildt's mind, and he suddenly froze in place.

  With the help of the Blasphemy Card, which was temporarily endowed with substantial power by Renekton, Bugs Bunny poured a large amount of complex and useless knowledge into Ramik Wildt's mind, and through the "psychic communication" he established, he passed this influence to every soldier under his command.

  Buzz~~Buzz~~

  It was like the roar of countless noisy engines constantly echoing in his mind. For a moment, Ramik Wildt and every soldier under his command froze there, unable to even think.

  The sudden change caused those soldiers who were still struggling and cleaning up the suddenly appeared mushrooms to suddenly stop. They were entangled and wrapped by the white thread-like mycelium, and dragged to the bottom of the bed, the corner of the wall, behind the door, under the curtains and other places where the mushroom piles were hidden.

  Bugs Bunny glanced at Ramik Wildt, who was momentarily unconscious, and with his free paw, he took out a handful of black-green seeds from the fur, infused them with spirituality, and scattered them casually on the floor.

  The seeds sprouted the moment they landed, spreading rapidly, and in a short period of time, they grew into large vines as thick as a baby's forearm, some with sharp barbs, and some with leaves as wide as a palm, completely burying Ramik Wildt's figure.  Chapter 647 Demon

  In the gaps between the vines, mushrooms of varying sizes, green and dark, grew out, beating like hearts, releasing toxins, spores and hyphae.

  Soon, neurotoxins, paralytic toxins, hallucinogenic gases, white thread-like hyphae, and light green spores quickly filled the entire room.

  After doing all this, Bugs Bunny pinched the Hermit card in his hand, and his body became illusory again, decomposing into streams of information, surging to other places and leaving.

  After Bugs Bunny left, the places in the room covered by mushrooms and vines were intermittently humming with pain and endurance, accompanied by red flames, shaking and igniting the spores and hyphae in the air. The

  red flames became stronger, burning into a blazing white, gradually flooding the entire room.

  In the square in front of the dusk church, Renekton suddenly appeared behind the "Silver Knight" and thrust a long spear of ancient style, which was burning with balls of blood from the tip to the handle, into his body. The

  solid and gorgeous silver full-body armor formed by the materialization of the power of protection was like a piece of paper, and was easily pierced by the dark red spear.

  The body of the "Silver Knight" froze, and his dark green eyes looked at Renekton with disbelief and astonishment.

  The next moment, many cracks appeared on the surface of the tall "Silver Knight"'s body, and balls of blood-red flames ignited from them, completely engulfing the tall silver-white body.

  The figure of the "Silver Knight" quickly twisted and collapsed in the blood-red flames, and finally turned into a rough palm-sized rag doll made of straw and old cloth strips, which turned into ashes in the blood-red flames.

  Taking advantage of this gap, the "weather wizard" transformed into a blazing white flame spear, accurately hitting the weak point of the shadow curtain, tearing the shadow curtain that enveloped the surroundings and separated the reality from the spirit world.

  The morning light, stained with a layer of dusk-like orange-red color, instantly burst out, forming patches of light, and sharp blades, turning into a storm, constantly spreading outward, trying to destroy the "mysterious realm" that enveloped the surroundings.

  Renekton looked at the "weather wizard" who turned into a fire meteor in the sky and hit him. Bright starlight swirled around him. While grasping the firelight with his right hand, he simply uttered a word in ancient Hermetic language:

  "Imprison."

  The bright starlight flew away one after another, entwining the firelight that fell like a meteor.

  The starlight condensed instantly, creating layers of huge transparent walls, wrapping the rapidly falling meteor and restricting it in mid-air.

  After doing all this, he turned around without looking back, and his figure turned into a faint starlight that quickly dissipated. He quickly moved away from the vicinity of the church and came to the dock area, grabbing Bugs Bunny who was still planting mushrooms everywhere.

  The figure flashed a few times and instantly appeared in front of a warehouse burning with flames. In the leaping flames, a somewhat blurry figure came into Rekton's sight.

  He curled the corners of his mouth, and complex and illusory symbols condensed in his eyes.

  In the flames, Ramik Welt, who had just broken free from his restraints and cut off the "spiritual communication" and regained some sanity, suddenly felt a palpitation, as if he had become the prey of a terrifying thing.

  Before he could react, a large amount of complex and useless knowledge suddenly poured into his mind.

  "Again." The thought flashed through his mind, and his head exploded directly, red and white, scattered all over the ground, making a sizzling sound in the leaping flames.

  In the firelight, the headless corpse fell backwards and hit the floor, breaking into pieces. The rough doll without a head was quickly ignited by the flames and burned into ashes bit by bit.

  Using the substitute doll to avoid a fatal attack, Ramik Vert quickly drew it out beside him. He didn't even look at Renekton's direction. His whole body was instantly ignited and turned into a spear made of pure flames, shooting into the distance.

  "Why are there so many substitute dolls?" Renekton sighed in a low voice, and his eyes once again condensed one complex and illusory symbol after another.

  The flaming spear flying in the air stagnated for a moment, and then exploded directly, blooming a bright firework in the air.

  At this moment, Renekton heard layers of muffled groans around him. Ramik Vert used his connection with the army to distribute the damage caused by this large amount of knowledge infusion to everyone in the army, so that the damage he suffered was not fatal.

  Red sparks fell to the ground, quickly gathering together as if they had life, slowly outlining a fiery red human figure.

  Renekton smiled, stretched out his hand and took out the last "Spirit Worm" from the void, turning it into a transparent and invisible message, and sank into the body of Ramik Vert, who was re-gathering his body.     His movements suddenly slowed down, and one leg uncontrollably knelt on the ground. His hands trembled and clasped together, and he uttered a series of ancient Hermetic words:

  "The king from the abyss, the embodiment of iron and blood. The master of filthy and corrupt weather."

  "The evil that corrodes everything, the king of the abyss, the master of all filth and corruption."

  After a difficult struggle, he finally recited the honorific name of "the dark side of the universe". Because of the existence of "mind communication", all the soldiers who were connected together also recited this honorific name.

  The voices around were either high-pitched or low-pitched, layered and stacked, like a choir that was neither tacitly nor neatly sung.

  As the last word fell, the air around them suddenly became sticky, and a thin black mist emerged, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

  Renekton pulled Bugs Bunny together to transform into a torrent of information and quickly evacuated the vicinity of Mishil Port.

  As soon as he left, a blazing white meteor stained with fiery red fell straight down and hit the place where Renekton had just stood.

  The huge impact caused Ramik Vert, who was still kneeling on one knee and praying to the "dark side of the universe", to be thrown out.

  Amid the flames, a figure in a dark red robe was outlined. He threw a flaming spear without hesitation, instantly piercing the heart of Ramik Vert who was thrown into the air.

  The intense pain made the "War Bishop" get rid of the influence of the spirit worm and wake up for a short time. The scenes that just happened came into his mind. He looked at the figure standing on the ground in a daze, and uttered intermittent words:

  "Your Highness Snarna. Yes. Yes."

  "Be careful. The dark side of the universe"

  Ramik Vert found that he couldn't say what he wanted to say. It seemed that the information had been erased from him. He couldn't recall it, nor could he say the corresponding content. In the end, he could only replace what he wanted to say with a reminder to be careful of the "dark side of the universe".

  His body was thrown into the air, but before it could land on the ground, it was ignited by the mixture of red and light blue flames, turning into a ball of fiercely burning flames that expanded in midair.

  The "weather sorcerer" known as Snarna had a gloomy face, trying to manipulate and influence the red and light blue flames in midair, but soon found that his control over the flames could not affect those flames that were half red and half light blue.

  The red and light blue flames, fueled by the flesh, soul, and spirituality of Ramik Vert, burned in midair and condensed into a double-leaf door that was half red magma and half light blue flames, which was both illusory and real.

  At the top of the door, there was a demon skull with huge goat horns on top. The door swung open, and black mist poured out like a stream, and soon covered the ground near the dock with a thick and sticky black.

  The pungent smell of sulfur in the surroundings gradually became stronger, spreading from all over the dock. Various emotions and desires grew rapidly, tempting people to fall.

  Unconsciously, the dark red robe that Snarna was wearing was stained with a layer of dark and sticky liquid. His body became heavy and his movements slowed down, like a bird with broken wings, firmly pressed to the ground by an invisible force.

  In the gate where red magma and light blue flames intertwined, pools of bright red liquid gushed out, deforming and twisting wantonly in mid-air, and waves of hideous or obsessed faces emerged from the surface. Some of them belonged to humans, some to birds, some to giants, dragons, and even to elves and demon wolves.

  The breath of the fields of depravity, filth, corrosion, and pollution instantly permeated and covered the entire Mishier Port.

  All those who stayed in this port were inevitably in a psychedelic state, and their emotions and desires expanded rapidly, condensing into a materialized black mist, seeping out from their mouths, noses, nostrils, and ears, and being absorbed by the long face protruding from the bright red floating in the air.

  On a hillside a few hundred meters away from Mishil Port, Renekton sat on a boulder, staring deep ahead, staring at the port where desires were rising, staring at the door that connected to the abyss.

  He pressed Bugs Bunny's ears with one hand to cover his eyes, and stretched out his other hand in front of him, rhythmically pressing and tapping his index and middle fingers, spreading circles of invisible ripples around, modifying and erasing the information left by himself and Bugs Bunny.

  In the dusk church shrouded by the silver-white morning light, Eugene, a senior deacon of the "God of War" church who was also a part-time bishop, half-knelt in front of the God of War emblem composed of dusk symbols and sword-shaped symbols, praying devoutly to the "God of War".

  The morning light created by the "Silver Knight" was far less effective in purification than the "Justice Mentor" of the same sequence. It was already the limit to be able to protect this church from being corrupted by corruption and filth. If you want to eliminate this influence, you can only pray for a miracle to appear.

  As the prayers were repeated over and over, the silvery morning light covering the dusky church turned golden red, like the setting sun at dusk, scattering orange-red light around. Chapter 648 Raid and Trap

  Under the cover of dusk light, the sticky black fog gradually became thinner and dissipated bit by bit. The double-leaf door made of red magma and light blue flames kept shaking, making an illusory, teeth-grinding creaking sound, as if it would collapse at any time under the pressure.

  The orange dusk light was like a huge straight sword, piercing down from the sky and sinking into the bright red of various faces floating in the air.

  On the bright red liquid, faces made painful groans like mumbling. This sound carried an extremely evil and filthy breath. Just hearing it made the extraordinary people in this port either lose control directly, suffer serious injuries, or become mentally confused, or cursed. Below, Snarna's body

  was ignited and continued to expand, turning into a giant with white and red flames all over his body. With both hands, he dragged a blood-stained and flame-swirling long sword in the void.

  In the light of dusk, He leaped up suddenly, and the long sword in his hand fell, piercing the scarlet liquid from bottom to top. The red flames rose out of thin air, turning into swords of different shapes, piercing the faces highlighted by the bright red liquid from different angles.

  The bright red liquid instantly dissipated, turning into a shower of red raindrops that fell down, and were evaporated by the orange dusk light before falling to the ground.

  "Ah!!"

  A piercing scream sounded out of thin air, piercing the spirit body, causing Snarna's body to tremble briefly and become somewhat stiff. His mind suddenly went blank, and he lost all his thoughts for a short time.

  The next second, a huge and strange arm stretched out from the spirit world. The surface of this arm was dark and sticky, flowing with evil liquid, and growing all kinds of strange things, making the feeling of extreme evil, extreme filth, and extreme depravity spread rapidly, polluting the surroundings.

  In the bright red rain, scarlet things kept precipitating and were caught by the suddenly stretched out arm.

  After getting what it wanted, the arm withdrew without stopping, retracted back into the spirit world, and moved away from here.

  Snarna, who had come to his senses, had a faint fire in his eyes. He looked in the direction where the arm had withdrawn and gritted his teeth and said,

  "S'aa"

  "The Rose School, and the demon just now. Who is plotting against us?"

  After S'a left with the characteristics of the bright red thing that was summoned, the orange-red dusk light also quickly dissipated, and the crimson moonlight enveloped the place again.

  Renekton withdrew his hand from Bugs Bunny's ear, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said thoughtfully,

  "That was not the 'dark side of the universe' just now, but it does have the divinity of the 'dark side of the universe', and it is extremely crazy, like a monster out of control."

  Renekton suddenly chuckled, and he thought of a possibility. The reward given by Angerwede for being able to mobilize the "dark side of the universe" in a bad state must be related to the method of avoiding the pollution of the "mother tree of desire".

  "In the High Sequence, the best way to avoid pollution is to die once, and the 'audience' happens to be very good at stripping off some of the identities it once had."

  "The 'dark side of the universe' is cleaning up the pollution of the 'mother tree of desire' by stripping off identities and transferring characteristics to alleviate its own state, and those polluted characteristics have been recovered by Sua. No wonder I felt that He gave me a feeling of corruption and filth in addition to evil and madness just now."

  "Boss, what are you talking about?" Bugs Bunny looked at Renekton in confusion. It could clearly understand every word, but when they were put together, it became a word that the rabbit did not understand.

  "I am sighing at the courage of the 'dark side of the universe'. He should have stripped off many of his own characteristics and used this self-mutilation method to get rid of pollution. Now He may have fallen from the status of a true god."

  Renekton explained briefly, and did not care whether Bugs Bunny understood or not. He directly led it to transform into an information torrent and poured into the depths of the spirit world.

  In the sky of Hitlon, the capital of Uttar Pradesh, which was shrouded in thick clouds, several airships emerged from the fog. On the side of the airships, the triangular holy emblem of the Steam Church was engraved.

  The performance of these airships built by the Steam Church was obviously stronger than that of airships controlled by other countries and church forces. They made very little noise when flying in the air, almost drowned by the sound of the wind, and shuttled between the clouds and mist, making it difficult for people on the ground to observe.

  One by one, the airships moved lightly in the air in an arc, dropping missiles wrapped in metal shells to the brightest places in the city.

  A "light" composed of pure knowledge surged out of the void, quickly passing between the shells, disintegrating their structure from the inside, causing these shells to misfire directly.

  On the ground, a government building without any fire was brightly lit inside, making it seem like daytime.

  Roselle stood in front of the French window, staring at the night sky, his mouth slightly raised, unable to hide his excitement and said:

  "I knew that the first city that the Steam Church would raid was here. The heads of the senior deacons and archbishops of the church are like machines that have never been maintained, without any creativity or ideas."

  "Your analogy and conclusion are not relevant." Beside Roselle, the figure of Glenn with brown hair and brown eyes suddenly appeared.

  Roselle looked at Glenn in surprise and asked in confusion:

  "It's fine if you didn't chase those raiders, but why did you come back so soon? Are there any acquaintances of yours in those airships?"     "Acquaintance? There is indeed someone I know, but not that familiar." Grant shook his head, without dwelling on the topic, and continued:

  "The one who sent His Angel of Holy Word, in this land, even if that person is still asleep, His angel can easily exert strength beyond its own sequence."

  "So there is no need for my participation in the follow-up matters. The flexibility of information creatures makes me more suitable for roaming support rather than deep involvement in a battlefield."

  "Like you said before, the time when that person is asleep is their best opportunity to attack. Once they miss this period of time, even if 'Steam' and 'Sun' join forces, they can only be suppressed." "

  How can you, the 'sage' of the Moss Ascetic Order, be so confident in other people's gods?" Roselle chuckled and joked.

  Ge Lan looked straight ahead calmly, and said in a calm tone:

  "What we believe in is knowledge, truth, and wisdom, not narrow self-awareness with a strong personal color."

  Roselle wisely did not continue the topic, and looked at the sky leisurely. The heavy clouds covering the entire city had dissipated at some point, revealing the crimson half-moon behind.

  Under the red moon, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and indescribable in detail appeared in the sky, shaking, creaking, and slowly opening.

  Inside the door, there was a darkness that could not be seen at the end, and there were indescribable eyes looking out at the outside world one after another.

  The cold wind with a fishy smell blew out from behind the door and quickly swept across the entire sky. The airships lit up with bright yellow runes, bursting with the light of the sun field, isolating the sobbing cold wind.

  Suddenly, a huge, somewhat illusory dark green figure rushed out from the gate, swimming and circling in the sky at a very fast speed, circling all the airships.

  It was covered with huge dark green scales, and white feathers grew in the gaps. There were strange symbols of different shapes on each feather and scale. Pale flames burned in its eye sockets, and a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out behind it.

  This is a feathered serpent, a real feathered serpent!

  Prak Eggers, wearing a dark windbreaker, was lifted by an invisible spirit and floated at the head of the feathered serpent. He saluted the huge feathered serpent with a respectful look and said:

  "Thank you, Mr. Tanas."

  The feathered serpent called Tanas shook his huge head gently, and the sharp and indifferent voice was directly transmitted to Prak's ears:

  "Following the contract left by the 'God of Death', this will be the last free help I provide to you."

  "I understand." Prak nodded gently.

  The huge feathered serpent stopped talking and casually flapped its wings behind it. A cold wind immediately blew around.

  Countless dead spirits were wailing, screaming, and staring at every living creature with hatred, as if the underworld was projected over.

  The decay, coldness, and the breath of death quickly eroded the pale golden light on the airship. The surface of the airship became mottled and decayed visibly, as if it was dragging on the road of death.

  "Woo." The difficult to hear and indescribable "language of the dead" came from the throat of the feathered serpent.

  This sound directly penetrated the pale golden light on the airship, bypassed the bodies of the extraordinary people in the airship, and attacked their spirits.

  Inside the airship, everyone's body was becoming old and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their eyes became turbid, their hair became gray, age spots appeared on their skin, and their bodies exuded the smell of decay.

  The airship at the front suddenly emitted circles of warm light, encompassing all the airships trapped in the air, purifying the power of the surrounding death domain and causing it to quickly dissipate.

  Deep in the sky, a blazing white flame suddenly appeared, moving rapidly in the clouds, like a meteor, a long spear, heavy and sharp, shooting towards the eye sockets of the huge feathered serpent with unstoppable momentum.

  At the same time, a transparent soul emerged beside Prak.

  He was dressed like a court earl of the last century, wearing shoes that were curved upwards with exaggerated arcs, a coat with gold thread that bulged high on the shoulders and thighs, and trousers tucked into white socks.  Chapter 649 Psychological Treatment

  The figure that suddenly appeared stared straight ahead with his eyes blankly, stretched out his right hand, and whispered in the ancient Hermetic language:

  "No arson here."

  "No provocation here."

  "No changing the weather here."

  Every "forbidden" he said was strengthened by some kind of power, showing an effect beyond the level of a saint.

  The blazing white flame that shot out became unstable, the surrounding flames weakened a lot, and the spear condensed by the flame showed signs of collapse.

  In the darkness brought by the huge feathered serpent blocking the moonlight, the shadow swayed like a stream, extending dark and illusory but solid shackles, carrying the power from the fallen realm, entwined the blazing white flame spear from different directions, imprisoning it firmly in place, and it was difficult to break free for a while.

  Seeing that the attacker was stopped, the pale flames burning in the feathered serpent's eyes became more intense. Its figure appeared in the eyes of the dead spirits reflected from the underworld. It looked at the airships it had circled from all directions and stared at the people in the airships.

  Silently, the airship disintegrated and scattered into countless parts corroded by rust. Along with the parts, there was also a pile of rotten flesh and bones.

  In just a few breaths, the airship fleet sent by the Steam Church was completely destroyed.

  Boom! Boom!

  Silver-white lightning fell and struck the dark and illusory shackles, creating a short gap.

  Blazing white flames gushed out and fled into the distance.

  Prak looked at the retreating flame, then nodded slightly to the huge feathered serpent and said,

  "Thank you for your help, Mr. Tanas."

  The feathered serpent with pale flames in its eyes looked back at Prak, nodded slightly, and then moved its huge body and disappeared into the sky along with the projected underworld.

  In front of the French window, Roselle looked at the scene in astonishment, then turned his head to look at Grant who had already sat back in the chair, and said,

  "No wonder you don't seem to be worried about accidents at all. Who would have thought that there is a feathered serpent here?"

  "That's a real feathered serpent, right? It doesn't look like a mythical creature of a Beyonder?"

  Grant nodded lightly and introduced in a calm tone:

  "The guardian of the underworld left behind by the previous God of Death has a certain connection with the Eggers family. He can borrow the power of the underworld to a certain extent, and his status and strength are close to that of a Sequence One angel."

  Roselle nodded thoughtfully and said with emotion:

  "As expected, it is an angel family that once had a true god. The family background is rich."

  Grant nodded in agreement, then skipped the topic and said,

  "It's time to go back to the Pas Valley. Our mission is to forge as many weapons as possible. With the 'Angel of the Holy Word' here, plus a feathered serpent that has appeared before, there will be no second attack before we are prepared."

  "I didn't expect that I'm no longer a 'craftsman', but I still have to do the work of a 'craftsman'."

  Russell shook his head and sighed, his tone full of helplessness. He had agreed that after saving me, I would work for him to pay off his debt, but now I haven't even been resurrected yet, and I've already started working. It's really...

  He sighed in his heart and suddenly felt that he had been fooled. I could have stayed at home in the grave until I was resurrected, but he dragged me out to work just by mentioning it!

  As he thought about it, Russell felt that his mood was suddenly not so good. He laughed twice in self-deprecation and suddenly said:

  "After that guy took over the 'Knowledge Emperor' trait I left behind, he has a lot of other traits, including the 'Generalist' sequence nine to sequence two traits. Why not cultivate a 'Knowledge Mentor'?"

  Grant smiled bitterly and shook his head:

  "The several saints of the Moss Ascetic Order don't really want to change their paths. As for other high-sequence 'Mystery Peeps' or 'Generalists', they either belong to the 'Steam' Church or the 'Night' Church."

  "What we lack now is not traits, but suitable talents."

  "Alas~" Russell sighed and sighed helplessly: "Among so many good and evil gods, he chose the one with the most enemies as his ally. He is really very challenging!"

  As the words fell, the bright stars in the room gathered together, gradually forming an illusory door covered with mysterious patterns, which included the figures of Russell and Grant, and then shattered into pieces of light blue stardust and slowly disappeared.

  On the south bank of the Pas River Valley, in the Red Rose Church of Innis, the figures of Renekton and Bugs Bunny stood out in the clergy lounge behind the prayer hall.

  Sasriel nodded slightly to Renekton as if he had expected it, and then pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

  After Renekton sat down, Sasriel spoke gently:

  "You need some psychological counseling, which will help you stabilize your state and accept that characteristic as soon as possible."

  "Are you also a part-time psychologist now?" Renekton said with a smile.     Sasriel explained briefly: "In order to facilitate the handling of affairs, the main body separated a part of the 'Insight' characteristics for me to 'herd'."

  While speaking, a pair of eyes appeared behind Sasriel, a pair of dark golden vertical pupils, and the pupils were dark and dim, as if containing a maze that was not real enough and had no boundaries.

  Under the gaze of these eyes, Renekton felt that his restless emotions had been calmed down, his thoughts became clear, and he no longer wanted to expose himself to the moonlight.

  With a long breath, Renekton removed the illusion that concealed his appearance. Under his translucent skin, countless stars were flickering, twisting and pulling out evil eyes, and a faint crimson appeared in these eyes.

  "Relax, don't resist."

  Sasriel's voice was very gentle, making people unconsciously want to believe in him and rely on him.

  Renekton did not reject the influence of this spiritual realm. He slowly closed his eyes and calmed himself by meditation.

  Under the gaze of the eyes behind Sasriel, the shadow under Renekton gradually became three-dimensional and substantial.

  Relying on the power of the realm of corruption and mind, Sasriel stripped away the negative and corrupted thoughts from Renekton, combined them with the shadow, and formed an uncontrollable corrupted creature.

  As soon as the corrupted creature with the shadow as the carrier took shape, a "Blade of Flesh and Soul" from the realm of corruption emerged out of thin air and directly penetrated and killed the corrupted creature.

  At this moment, Renekton felt that he had become calmer than ever before, and the pollution of the "original moon" in his body had subsided.

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, he immediately calmed down his mind and began to analyze the pollution of the "original moon" in his body, dissolving it bit by bit.

  In this state, his connection with the "original moon" was strengthened. In a trance, he saw a deep red full moon, full of vitality and incomparably beautiful.

  As Renekton's thoughts drifted, cold, indifferent, eyelashless eyes containing countless bright stars appeared around the red moon. They stared at the red moon indifferently, disintegrating its appearance bit by bit, revealing the indescribable and indescribable flesh behind the red moon. The

  master of all the feminine forces in the universe, the embodiment of beauty, in a sense the most beautiful existence in the entire universe. Although everyone has a different definition of beauty, this look is too distorted, isn't it?

  Life, spirituality, beauty, darkness, weirdness, desolation, plants, soul, it is worthy of being a systematic authority, and it contains so many fields.

  Converging his thoughts, Renekton began to analyze the information contained in the indescribable wriggling flesh, disintegrating and melting it bit by bit.

  Time passed unknowingly, and the stained glass windows on the wall had already transmitted some glimmers of dawn.

  On the chair in front of the desk, Renekton's skin was no longer translucent. The distorted starlight was covered by the surface flesh and blood. Only when you look into his eyes can you see the still swaying starlight.

  After a long breath, Renekton slowly opened his eyes and nodded to Sasriel who was still sitting back:

  "Thank you for your help. This has greatly accelerated my progress in accommodating the "Knowledge Emperor" characteristic."

  Sasriel nodded slightly and responded calmly: "Intis's army has arrived. This war may last for a long time. At the same time, we will be very tight on our high-level forces to resist attacks from multiple directions."

  "There is no way. It takes too long to train a saint, or even an angel."

  Renekton smiled bitterly and shook his head. He already has more than one rich angel characteristic, but he has not been able to find a suitable person to train.

  Sasriel clasped his hands and leaned back in the chair and nodded slightly, briefly lost in thought.

  After a moment, he looked up at Renekton and said calmly,

  "We need to take control of the Ancient Forest as soon as possible, or destroy all the waterways and ports of the Feysac Empire there."

  "Taking control of the entire northern region of the Southern Continent and all the external ports can cut off the connection between the southern and northern continents to the greatest extent and limit the number of troops landing in the northern continent."

  Renekton nodded slightly. His thoughts were consistent with Sasriel. The two continued to discuss some topics until the sky outside the stained glass window was bright. Renekton then stood up and said goodbye.

  Returning to the manor on the north bank of the Pas River Valley, Renekton wrote a letter to Bernadette, hoping to extract a characteristic of the "Death Archon" from the pale death, and then he would use his own ability to restore the pale death.

  After writing the letter, he simply arranged a ceremony to summon Bernadette's messenger. In the astonished eyes of this "speedster", he handed the folded letter to the other party.  Chapter 650: Tarot Club of the New Week

  Watching the "Speedster" leave, Renekton exhaled lightly. Although he could contact Bernadette directly through the "Hidden Sage", it always felt strange to ask someone for something through the "Hidden Sage", as if he was asking the other party to offer sacrifices to him.

  Bernadette's reply was very fast. In less than ten minutes, a folded letter and a square box made of gold with many magic symbols and sun patterns engraved on the surface appeared on the table in front of him.

  "'Speedster' is indeed very advantageous in sending letters."

  With a sigh, Renekton unfolded the letter on the table in front of him and read it carefully:

  I found some clues about the mausoleum hidden near Backlund, and I am investigating the information of the former "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor. It is not convenient to leave Backlund for the time being. I have sent the pale death through the messenger together with this letter. After you use it, just let the messenger bring it to me in the same way.

  My request is that the "ferryman" who seeks to be promoted to "Death Archon" must provide some help in the subsequent destruction of the "Black Emperor's" promotion ceremony and the return of my father, regardless of whether he succeeds in the promotion.

  "Unexpected conditions."

  As he spoke, Renekton gently rubbed the paper with the tip of his right thumb holding the letter twice.

  The red flame instantly rose, ignited the letter, and turned it into ashes.

  Then he set his sights on the square box made of gold, removed the spiritual wall that served as a seal, and opened the box. Inside was a pale mask with a gleaming metallic luster placed on yellow silk.

  This mask only had holes in the eyes, and there were no gaps in the rest of the place. It was very monotonous, and there were no patterns or lines on the surface.

  Renekton reached out and took the mask in his hand. It felt cold to the touch. The moment he touched it, a sense of deathly coldness began to penetrate into his body along his skin, causing his flesh and blood to die bit by bit.

  "Even if it is not used, the negative effects still exist. Non-divine creatures that come into contact with it will die quickly in a very short time."

  He whispered to himself, and exerted a little force on his right hand. A ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in the palm of his hand. One by one, stars emerged, densely packed and dazzling.

  These stars cast one after another clear and bright light around, submerging the pale mask and splitting the surrounding space.

  In the starlight, eyes grew out of the void. These eyes flashed with pure light, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling, but they seemed quite indifferent and without temperature.

  Under the erosion of the starlight, the pale mask with a metallic luster disintegrated bit by bit, and was restored to the most basic extraordinary characteristics.

  The information contained in these extraordinary characteristics was completely exposed under the gaze of the surrounding eyes, and was quickly analyzed and memorized by Renekton.

  Sequence 1: Pale Emperor. Extremely noble, like an illusory god who is high above countless undead souls; he can control all undead souls, and can also make living creatures die little by little and become his slaves.

  Sequence 2: Archon of Death. The underworld in his body has been greatly expanded, and has completely evolved into a kingdom belonging to the dead. He has absolute control over the undead in his underworld, and will not resist even if he orders them to commit suicide.

  Sequence 3: Ferryman.

  As he analyzed the characteristics of his surroundings, Renekton gradually felt that he seemed to have established a connection with a higher-level existence, and could vaguely see a land of absolute silence and death.

  A hazy but extremely beautiful female face, as if covered with layers of gauze, nodded at him vaguely.

  The hazy picture only appeared for a moment, as if it was just a little illusion after staring at something for a long time.

  It seems that "Night" has deepened his grasp of the uniqueness of "Death". Renekton shook his head, gathered his thoughts, and continued to analyze the mystical knowledge of the field of death.

  Time soon came to the afternoon. Renekton glanced at the wall clock. It was less than two minutes to three o'clock in the afternoon in Backlund.

  He tilted his neck back, and the eyes that grew from the void around him shrank back again. The starlight that enveloped the surroundings also shattered instantly, turning into pieces of stardust and dissipating.

  The "Death Archon" characteristics that were separated from the pale death were sealed in a transparent amber by him, and the remaining characteristics were integrated into a feather from the feathered serpent. Before he had time to rebuild it back into the pale death.

  After putting away the separated characteristics and the remaining characteristics, he rubbed his forehead, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to take a nap.

  Time soon came to three o'clock, and the thick gray fog and deep red light quickly filled the field of vision.

  A little dazed, when Renekton opened his eyes, he had come to the ancient and magnificent palace above the gray fog.     Audrey, the Justice, was the first to stand up again. She lifted her skirt and saluted to Klein, the Fool, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

  After everyone stood up and saluted and nodded to each other, today's Tarot Club officially began.

  Renekton's eyes swept over the people on both sides of the mottled long table. He saw the spirituality that was difficult to restrain in several members. This meant that they had just completed their promotion not long ago and had no time to get used to and restrain their suddenly soaring spirituality.

  The promotion of the potion system does not have a step-by-step process. After taking a bottle of potion, they will directly advance a sequence. This is also one of the reasons why extraordinary people are prone to lose control.

  Klein, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table, also noticed this scene. His eyes stayed on the three people, Star, Sun, and Magician, for a while.

  Leonard must have worked hard these past few days to digest all the potions in his body. As for Little Sun, he could guess that he would be promoted soon from his questioning about the ritual last week. The promotion of Miss Magician was somewhat unexpected. She had not purchased materials from the Tarot Club before. It was indeed convenient to have the support of an ancient family behind her.

  As his thoughts floated, he saw Audrey Justice just raised her hand, then put it down again, and lowered her head unnaturally, like a student who had made a mistake.

  What is this? Miss Justice wanted to say something to me, but suddenly thought that there was no need to speak about this matter?

  There seemed to be nothing special recently, so she didn't just happen to get the Emperor's diary last week, so she subconsciously wanted to make a request?

  While thinking, Klein suddenly thought of a problem. Without the demand for Roselle's diary, it seemed difficult for everyone to come up with something that they thought was equivalent enough or could satisfy me when they needed Mr. Fool's help. In the development stage of the Tarot Club, there is still a need for some simple and effective ways to get the help of the Fool.

  After making up his mind, Klein tapped the table twice with his fingers. After everyone looked over, he said leisurely:

  "Hehe, I suddenly thought of a question. Some of the content in Roselle's diary is still valuable. It can still be used as your contribution to exchange for some things or help from me."

  "Of course, it needs valuable content."

  The history of Emperor Roselle's hunting for women and his subsequent remarks are not counted. Klein added his unspoken words in his heart.

  The members of the Tarot Club were stunned for a moment, and some did not understand why Mr. "Fool" wanted to collect Roselle's diary again.

  Mr. "Fool" found some details that he had not noticed before, and he still needed to confirm? No, it's impossible. This is not a mistake that a great being would make. So, this is simply a benefit for us, so that we can ask Him for help without such a big burden when we need it?

  As his thoughts floated, Alger, the "Hanged Man", slightly tilted his head to look at Mr. "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table. His thoughts kept floating in his mind, and even his breathing became heavier.

  He also thought of this, as did Audrey "Justice", Cattleya "Hermit", and Anderson "Warrior". Without the Roselle Diary, it would be too difficult to find something equivalent to Mr. Fool's response and help, because it was simply priceless. Anderson

  "Warrior" leaned back in his chair with mixed emotions. Roselle's Diary, no, this is simply Mr. Fool's special order, allowing us to make some valid and reasonable demands to Him.

  "Magician" Fors, "Star" Leonard and others also reacted later. At this moment, everyone looked at the top of the mottled long table in a tacit understanding, and said in a firm and serious tone:

  "Your will is my will."

  Klein, who was covered by the gray fog, nodded slightly, indicating that the topic was over. In his heart, he sighed with a smile and tears, saying that it was just an unintentional act, but it suddenly became a way to win people's hearts.

  Audrey "Justice" was in a very happy mood. She turned sideways to face Klein "The Fool" at the top and said in a brisk tone:

  "Dear Mr. 'Fool', I just received two pages of Roselle's diary last week."

  After asking Mr. "Fool", she materialized the two pages of the diary that she had memorized.

  Klein raised his finger, and the two pages of the diary appeared in front of him spontaneously:

  May 27,

  my impression of Florent Soren has changed. Although he is as arrogant and annoying as ever, he has a beautiful and capable sister. She is really a beauty. I even suspect that she has jumped to the witch path. Otherwise, how could I, who has experienced many romantic affairs, be so obsessed with her.

  Sure enough, this is the daily style of the emperor. Klein sighed in his heart, moved this page of the diary to the back, and read the second page of the diary today.