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  Chapter 681 Frank's Invention

  After comforting Susie, Audrey began to recall her state just now, but she couldn't think of what happened just now for a moment. The only thing she could be sure of was that she was not in danger.

  Maybe she was just affected by the battle between some beings. She needed to find a suitable opportunity to pray to Mr. "Fool" later. Regardless of whether the changes just now had any residual negative effects, at least she had to know what happened.

  On an island somewhere in the Sonia Sea, Fors looked numbly at the content she had just written:

  "What on earth was I writing just now? Chaotic sentences, words with unknown meanings, and some of them were not even words."

  On the "Future", Cattleya looked at the book whose content had returned again, and her expression unconsciously became solemn.

  As a demigod of the "Secret Peeper" path, she can feel more things than ordinary extraordinary people. The changes just now belonged to the confusion at the information level, and this was most likely caused by the "Hidden Sage". What was He doing? Or, who was He fighting with? The "God of Steam and Machinery" of Intis?

  In Kukwa City in Uttar Pradesh, Emlyn was busy pouring out the dark and smelly medicine residue in the crucible and cleaning it up.

  "What happened just now? I almost turned the medicine for healing into a deadly poison?"

  As he muttered to himself, he heard screams from the surrounding rooms. Obviously, he was not the only one who had just encountered an accident.

  The figure of the real Creator in human form flashed in the air, and then appeared directly in front of Renekton.

  He always had a warm smile, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry or his true emotions. His tone was extremely calm and he said:

  "It's a pity that Herabergen acted too decisively, otherwise I should have been able to tear off at least one sequence one characteristic from Leodro."

  "I used sleep as a trap just to let Leodro or Osekus take the risk and try, and then take the opportunity to reclaim some of the authority. Although the ending is not perfect, my goal has been achieved."

  As he spoke, he threw the ball of lightning in his hand into the shadow under his feet and let it graze.

  "With this corrupted aspect torn from Leodro, the power of the storm will eventually return to me, sooner or later."

  Renekton calmly watched the True Creator in front of him until His figure merged into the shadows around him and completely disappeared.

  With a long sigh, he looked at the place where the True Creator disappeared and sighed in a low voice:

  "You have never merged with Adam, but just pastured Him. The so-called sleep is a false illusion you use to cover up your own condition, and more importantly, it is to treat your own mental problems."

  "Yes, before retrieving the first blasphemous slate, it is not easy for us to merge. Rather than put yourself in trouble, it is better to give up temporarily."

  The True Creator's voice echoed around like a whisper, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

  Renekton shook his head, and his figure turned into countless surging information torrents and came to the "Dawn" anchored at the dock.

  Roselle was leaning leisurely against the glass window of the captain's room, looking at the sky outside that was gradually covered by dark clouds. Noticing Renekton's arrival, he spoke with emotion:

  "As expected of an ancient god who once ended the rule of the ancient gods in the Second Era. His scheming is beyond the reach of young people like us."

  "That Storm Ruffian is almost on his chopping block. I wonder if he will do something desperate."

  "But the one who should be most worried about this issue now should be the 'Goddess of Night'. According to the information you provided, she is now at a critical stage of controlling the uniqueness of the God of Death. She has no ability to send down too much power to interfere with reality. I wonder if she can withstand the pressure of the 'Mother Goddess of the Earth' and the 'God of War'."

  "The Seven Gods Alliance, which has been firmly controlling the real world since the end of the Fourth Epoch, has finally broken up, and there is a high probability that two or even more will fall."

  Renekton nodded and followed Roselle's words and said:

  "In Adam's words, this is the choice of the times."

  "This is a good opportunity. Feysac should comprehensively strengthen the war against Loen. After shaking a certain number of anchors of 'Night', 'God of War' will most likely charge directly into the Kingdom of Darkness."

  Thinking of the scene where the 'God of War' confidently charges into the Kingdom of Darkness, Renekton unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth. That scene will definitely be very interesting, but unfortunately, I don't have time to watch it up close.

  Roselle nodded in agreement, then asked:

  "What do you plan to do during this period? The coalition forces of Intis must have suffered heavy losses after being attacked by the Lord of Storms. Steam and Eternal Sun dare not easily launch a war of gods. It should be difficult to organize an attack of this scale for a while." Renekton

  shook his head and said:

  "For Intis, just hold it back. The various industrial chains in the southern continent are not mature. If the war continues for too long, it will collapse here. What's more, there are a lot of cultists jumping up and down here." "

  The most important thing next is to take advantage of the decrease in the intensity of the war to develop steadily for a period of time. I will try to clean up the believers of the Rose School and the Original Moon. With the True Creator here, this process will be much simpler."

  In the southern part of the Sonia Sea, near the Raging Sea, the Future was sailing towards the direction of the Ancient Forest, preparing to get some necessary supplies from the southern continent.

  In the captain's room in the upper cabin, Cattleya stood in front of the open window, looking in the direction of the Raging Sea, with a deep lavender flashing in her eyes.     "The weather in the Raging Sea has become more violent and abnormal, with frequent lightning strikes, and the violent wind seems to have echoes of corruption and the spiritual realm."

  "Perhaps, when the information became chaotic and I lost my keen perception of the surrounding environment, a divine descent or even a divine war had already occurred."

  While talking to herself, she saw Frank happily drinking barreled beer on the deck with a group of crew members, with an excited, active and satisfied expression on his face.

  A trace of doubt flashed through Cattleya's mind. She was a little worried about what amazing product Frank had developed. During the period of intercepting and harassing the Intis fleet at sea, Frank's mushrooms played a very critical role, but it also made her see Frank's harm more clearly.

  As the captain of the "Future", I must be responsible for the safety of the crew. As the thought floated, she spread out pieces of bright starlight, built a bright and shining bridge along the window, and went straight to the deck.

  Looking at Frank who gulped down another large glass of beer, she coughed lightly and asked,

  "Frank, why are you drinking with them? Didn't you say that alcohol will affect your active brain?"

  Frank turned his head to look beside him, swallowed the wine in his mouth, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth stained with wine, and said excitedly,

  "Captain, my experiment is finally successful. According to the environment of the southern continent, I invented the most suitable plants for them to grow."

  "According to Al, I am now the father of grain in the southern continent and the messenger of harvest and laughter!"

  Gardley nodded hesitantly, with some doubts about Frank's words, and then continued to ask,

  "What have you invented?"

  Frank chuckled and excitedly introduced to his captain the various strange plants he had developed:

  "According to Al's needs, I hybridized a sunflower that can collect sunlight and convert it into usable energy. This energy involves the sun and the field of life. It can be used in life and can also be used to catalyze the growth of other plants. They also like to dance to the beat and can adjust the dull atmosphere anytime and anywhere."

  "There is also a special kind of potato. They can't be eaten, but they are a good weapon. They are difficult to be found when buried in the ground. As long as someone passes by, they will explode. The intensity of the explosion is much higher than the same amount of inferior gunpowder."

  "There are also carnivorous plants that can devour corpses and monsters' flesh and blood and convert them into special fertilizers. They are very suitable for cleaning battlefields and dealing with zombies and monsters buried underground." "

  Of course, there are also peas that can fire bullets. In the unsafe southern continent, they can provide their owners with a nutritious and healthy meal, and they can also use pea bullets to drive away thugs and thieves who break into their homes."

  "In addition to these, there are many different kinds of mushrooms. They have different flavors, are easy to grow and reproduce, and can provide various nutrients necessary for the human body. They can greatly solve the food problem in the southern continent."

  "In addition to these, the mushrooms that Al and I asked me to research before, which can grow in a dark environment and replace daily food, have also been successful."

  After listening to Frank's description, Cattleya didn't know how to face it.

  Fortunately, his invention is at least positive, and it will not be used on the "Future". There is more than one angel in the southern continent, and there is also a true god. Frank's invention should not cause too serious consequences.

  As her thoughts floated, she asked again:

  "You, have researched so many things in a few months?"

  Frank scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said:

  "If it weren't for the delay of the war, it would actually be faster."

  "Every time I encounter difficulties in the experiment, as long as I ask Al for help, I will quickly get the corresponding knowledge, which saves me a lot of time for trial and error."

  Cattleya nodded expressionlessly. At least, now Frank's inventions are meaningful and have effectively solved some problems in the southern continent.

  While thinking, Cattleya thought of a question. She looked at Frank again and asked,

  "How is your mastery of the Druid potion?"

  Frank chuckled and said nonchalantly, "I'm doing very well. This is not a problem for me."  Chapter 682 Ritual

  If it weren't for Frank's extraordinary imagination and execution, his talent in the path of "cultivator" would be really good. Fortunately, he has no intention of continuing to be promoted, otherwise I would have to consider whether to let him stay on the "Future" for the safety of the crew and the ship.

  If one day he becomes a "classical alchemist", perhaps in the future, more than one mushroom will cast a solemn vote in the crew of the "Star Pirates".

  Containing the thoughts that kept diverging in her mind, Cattleya continued to chat with Frank for a while, and then turned back to her captain's room.

  In the closed space at the bottom of the round tower in the City of Silver, Colin Iliad, the chief of the six-member council, stood in front of the altar that had been prepared long ago.

  On the altar, the remains of six powerful creatures he had hunted were placed in the correct position and order, including artificial vampires and demons at the demigod level.

  These were all the monsters in the darkness that he had hunted over the years. The special environment of the City of Silver made the first half of this ceremony extremely simple. He didn't even need to hunt a few monsters separately. He only needed to select six from the remains of the monsters he had hunted before.

  Behind him, half of the six-member council gathered here, staying a hundred meters away, restraining their breath, and looking at Colin Iliad who was preparing to perform the ceremony with focused and nervous eyes.

  Standing in front of the complex altar he had arranged with his own hands, Colin Iliad let out a long breath and whispered the honorific name of "The Fool" in Giant language:

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

  As the words of the prayer fell, Klein, who had been prepared for a long time, spread his spirituality above the gray fog and touched the newly appeared crimson star.

  He held the Fool card in his right hand, and reached out to summon a crudely cut paper figure from the pile of debris in the corner of the hall. He pried the power of "Source Castle" above the gray fog, poured it into the paper figure, and shook it out.

  The paper figure quickly expanded and twisted in mid-air, turning into a mysterious angel with twelve pairs of gray-white wings and a hooded black robe, and sank into the crimson star representing Colin Iliad.

  After doing all this, he reached out and picked up the Seagod Scepter on the table. Using this magical item, he made the surrounding gray fog surge violently, showing an extremely high-level aura, and connected to the star that was blooming crimson light, showing the image of "The Fool" to the eyes of the chief of the six-member council of Silver City.

  After doing all this, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool. He sighed,

  "This is more tiring than fighting. It's all for the sake of maintaining Mr. Fool's image."

  At the bottom of the round tower, Colin Iliad, who was holding a ceremony, suddenly saw endless gray fog pouring out of the void.

  A tall figure that was difficult to describe in detail, as if looking down on all living beings and the world, stood in the thick gray fog. It was hard to see clearly, but people could feel the majestic aura emanating from him, just like the darkness outside the Silver City, which could never see the end.

  He could feel that a gaze was cast on him from an indescribable height and distance, and he vaguely saw that he seemed to be surrounded, surrounded, and blessed by the gray fog.

  "Praise you, kind Mr. Fool!"

  Colin Iliad quickly came back to his senses, gathered his thoughts, saluted solemnly, and then took out the materials that had been prepared long ago to mix a bottle of silver-white magic potion. He took a deep breath and drank it directly.

  At this moment, behind Colin Iliad, the six elders of the Silver City Council, who served as a safety guarantee, held their breath.

  If the chief's promotion was successful, they would have the opportunity to become "Silver Knights" in the future, and Silver City would have a greater chance of finding a way out of this dark place.

  Time passed by, and it was unknown how long it had been. Colin Iliad, who was standing on the altar, moved.

  The next second, his entire body melted and turned into a pool of flowing silver metal liquid, quickly moving to the side of the six elders of the council. The sticky and heavy mercury surged quickly and reconstructed Colin Iliad's body.

  He looked at the people in front of him who were alert and hesitant, chuckled and nodded, and said, "I am already a 'Silver Knight'."

  The elders of the six elders were silent for a second, and then they all showed a sincere, heartfelt smile at the same time.

  Above the gray fog, Klein, who had been watching this scene, also nodded, cutting off the picture of the deep red light condensing.

  He let out a long breath, leaned back in his chair, and said to himself:

  "With the 'Silver Knight', Silver City should begin exploring the Giant King's Court soon."

  "When the time comes, let Little Sun pray to me in advance so that I can observe the live broadcast throughout the process. When necessary, I can also help them, uh, if I have time."

  "The situation in Loen is getting worse and worse. On the battlefield in the southern continent, the 'Lord of the Storm' was accidentally injured. Feysac will definitely increase the intensity of the invasion. The pressure on the Goddess has suddenly increased, and it is not convenient for Him to intervene in reality now. The battlefield may soon be compressed into Loen."

  "Sometimes, the one who defeats you may not be your opponent, but a stupid teammate. The Goddess has such a teammate now."

  After sighing a few times in a low voice, he was about to leave the gray fog. The crimson star representing Renekton expanded and contracted, spreading out circles of crimson ripples.     Klein's eyelids twitched. He felt that he would receive some surprises.

  He took a deep breath and spread his spirituality to touch the crimson star.

  The next second, a stream of complex information formed an illusory torrent and flowed freely in the palace above the gray fog.

  Klein's face darkened. He stretched out his hand and grasped it in mid-air. The invisible information was pinched by him and could no longer flow. Then he pried the power of "Source Castle" above the gray fog and cleverly restored the information to normal.

  After a while, a pile of dark and shriveled mushrooms were piled on the mottled bronze table. He had just mastered the types of these mushrooms and the different effects they had.

  "This information ability is quite powerful. It can also forge normal information and spread along established or existing connections. The spiritual body line should also be a kind of connection and can be invaded."

  "We need to be vigilant about extraordinary abilities in this area in the future. This kind of information attack is difficult to detect and prevent."

  He whispered to himself twice, and then turned his eyes back to the pile of mushrooms on the table. In addition to admiring Frank's execution, he didn't know what to sigh about.

  "At least, these mushrooms are still very necessary for the magical Silver City."

  "With the outbreak of the war, supplies such as food have also begun to be controlled and affected. If it weren't for the line of the 'Mother Earth' Church, the 'White Tower' and the 'Hermit' might have cut off the trade of providing food to the Silver City."

  While sighing, he threw the information about these mushrooms into the deep red star representing the "Sun" Derrick.

  "Perhaps mushrooms will become one of the pillar industries of the southern continent in the future."

  Klein whispered in a strange tone, and his figure quickly became transparent and disappeared in the ancient and magnificent palace above the gray fog.

  At the port of Orleston on the north bank of the Pas River Valley, the captain's cabin of the "Dawn" was still moored at the dock.

  The crimson moonlight sprinkled down and covered the entire captain's cabin. Renekton and Russell stood in front of a full-length mirror erected in the corner of the wall, staring calmly at the mirror in front of them.

  After a moment of silence, Russell said suspiciously:

  "You directly simulated the effect of a full moon, and then used the mirror to contact Mr. Men. You are quite skilled in this set of actions. I remember that I didn't describe the way to contact Mr. Men in my diary?"

  "This part of knowledge is not secret. As long as I want, it won't be too difficult to find them."

  Renekton explained briefly, but Russell didn't believe it too much:

  "Don't fool me. I was also the 'Knowledge Emperor' and I am not unfamiliar with these. The ability you have shown in some aspects has surpassed the category of the Emperor of Knowledge."

  Renekton did not continue the topic. He stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air. Some information emerged out of thin air, quickly gathered in his hand, and turned into a drop of bright red blood.

  Roselle smacked his lips and said in a strange tone:

  "For example, the ability to transform illusory knowledge into real and effective things, I couldn't do it when I was the 'Knowledge Emperor', unless it was a real thing that was transformed into an information flow."

  "If you envy me, you can go back to this path, I can give you this ability."

  Renekton turned his head to look at Roselle beside him, and suggested in a very sincere tone.

  Roselle snorted disdainfully and said, "Do you think I would choose this sequence without resurrection armor?"

  Renekton shrugged and stopped talking nonsense with Roselle. With his current sequence, this ability to make information into entities is similar to the historical projection of "ancient scholars", and it cannot be maintained all the time.

  He smeared the red blood in his hand, which was transformed from pure information, on the mirror in front of him, drawing a symbol of a layered illusory door, and at the same time, he whispered the honorific name of Mr. Men:

  "The great Gate of Ten Thousand Doors, the guide of the endless starry sky, the key to all mysterious worlds."

  The full-length mirror leaning against the corner of the wall suddenly became dark, as if there were countless dark and overlapping "doors" inside, overlapping each other, opening a passage to the depths of darkness and storms.

  The dark blue light flowed out from the inside of the full-length mirror, outlining one door after another, as if countless invisible and indescribable dangerous things were growing from it.  Chapter 683 Mr. Men.

  Feeling a familiar breath, Roselle twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes revealed a rather complicated look, and he spoke in a calm and indifferent tone:

  "Long time no see, Mr. Men, you have caused me so much trouble!"

  Heavy sighs came from the layered doors emerging from the full-length mirror. These sounds overlapped with each other, appearing illusory and erratic:

  "Alas~"

  "Many times I cannot control myself, and I don't know what I have done. I am lost in the depths of darkness and storms. Only when it is a full moon or a blood moon, can I have enough connection with reality, but that is also the time when I am most polluted."

  "In other words, you are relatively safe now?" Roselle asked thoughtfully.

  After a moment's silence, Mr. Gate's voice began to echo:

  "No, it is also very dangerous. I don't know which moment I will be awake, and whether I will be replaced by the crazy me in the next moment."

  "I'm sorry about your matter, but you should understand the dangers of the mysterious world and cannot trust any words of an unknown existence."

  "Yes." Russell nodded and said in a calm and calm tone: "But I have too many secrets and too many things I want to figure out. Even if I know there are dangers, I will choose to take risks."

  After a short silence, Renekton asked a new question:

  "I'm a little curious, what is the apotheosis ceremony of the Gate Path? Returning to reality from an impossible place?"

  "Yes and no."

  "For the Sequence Path, the ceremony is not necessary. Even for Sequence 0, the role of the ceremony is only to allow the promoted person to retain and find some of the self, so as not to be completely assimilated by the mental imprints and primitive crazy instincts left in the potion."

  "The focus of the ceremony is to retain the self, so the ceremony of becoming a 'gate' is not to return from an impossible place, but to open a door that should not exist and cannot exist, so that one's own consciousness can feel a little incongruent during the promotion process."

  "If you have enough confidence in your luck, you can even become a god first and then complete the ceremony. As long as you don't completely lose control and go crazy during the promotion process, like the 'Craftsman', you have good luck."

  Mr. Men's voice echoed in the ears in layers, carrying a heavy feeling of fatigue and depression. It was obvious that when discussing the topic of the deification ceremony, Mr. Men's condition began to deteriorate.

  Another heavy sigh sounded, and Mr. Men whispered in a somewhat hideous and painful tone:

  "Don't save me, don't try."

  Roselle sneered, and said in a flat tone:

  "Don't worry, we certainly won't save you, but the same can't be said for other guys who want to become the 'Lord of Mysteries.'"

  The heavy gasps kept alternating, and after a long while, Mr. Men's tone suddenly calmed down, sounding like his condition had eased a lot:

  "'Lord of Mysteries'? Not many people are qualified to pursue this position. Zaratul was killed by Antigonus and I in the Battle of the Four Emperors. Jacob and Pales are no match for Amon at all. Even one of them may have been replaced by Amon without knowing it, and I am trapped in the depths of the storm, lost in the endless darkness."

  "In the end, the only two who can pursue that position are Antigonus and Amon."

  "But they are not very good candidates. Amon is too bad, and Antigonus is also a natural mythical creature. Although he is trying hard to learn, he still lacks the necessary humanity."

  "Or, during the time when I was lost in the darkness, a new figure appeared?"

  Renekton did not answer Mr. Men's question. He felt that Mr. Men, who was talking to them now, was the crazy one. With a light sigh, he turned and asked:

  "I want to know the location of Alistair Tudor's nine secret tombs and the way to enter except under normal circumstances. Those tombs can be so hidden that you must have been involved. I think you should know something about it."

  "It's very simple. Collect the blood of extraordinary people from twenty-two paths, and then draw this symbol."

  The faint blue light flowing from the full-body mirror floated up spontaneously, outlining a symbol in the air that was somewhat similar to the logo of the gate path, and also showed the location of the nine dense tombs.

  Russell looked at the image highlighted on the mirror, glared at Renekton in distress and said,

  "If you can get the answer so easily, why did you let Bernadette stay in Backlund?"

  Renekton shrugged and answered casually,

  "If you do nothing, wouldn't that be very abnormal?"

  "Someone is investigating, but they can't find any important details, so they will relax their vigilance. You don't want a group of familiar or unfamiliar angels to appear when you go to stop George III's apotheosis ceremony, right?"

  "Besides, this is also for the Seven Gods who are filling the cracks in the astral world to see."

  "Someone wants to become the Black Emperor again?" Mr. Men's voice echoed in the captain's room through the full-length mirror, and his tone showed that he was somewhat interested in this topic.

  "Again?" Russell sneered, looking at the doors that emerged from the faint blue light, and said in a deep voice,

  "It seems that during the time you were lost in the depths of darkness, you were not completely ignorant of what happened in the real world?"     "When it's a full moon or a blood moon, as my spirituality and inspiration increase, I can sense what's happening in reality to a certain extent. Although it's very limited, I can still know something."

  Mr. Men's tone was very calm, and he didn't care about the ridicule and suspicion in Roselle's words at all.

  Rekton shook his head and didn't want to continue communicating with Mr. Men. He raised his hand and made the pattern drawn on the mirror with the drop of Lawrence's blood transformed from pure information disappear.

  Without the medium to establish a connection, the blue light gushing out of the full-body mirror suddenly converged, and the mirror surface, which seemed to be stacked with countless things, returned to its normal state.

  The crimson moonlight that filled the room disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

  Roselle sat back in the recliner by the glass window and asked leisurely:

  "Do you think it was normal for Mr. Men, who was communicating with us just now, to say those few words?"

  Renekton shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe nothing is normal."

  "Just as I thought." After sighing, Roselle lay down and continued:

  "At the beginning, I was always curious why Mr. Men didn't seem to care about the escape at all, and he didn't even tempt me to go to the moon many times."

  "Until later, I discovered the secrets hidden in the second blasphemous slate. Unfortunately, it was too late by then."

  "As long as someone wants to become the 'Lord of Mysteries', no matter who it is, he must help Him return to reality." Renekton nodded slightly and added simply.

  Russell relaxed on the recliner, exhaled a long breath, and added in an unusually calm tone:

  "Once he returns here, his apotheosis ceremony can be started directly, and he will become a true god of Sequence 0. At that time, it will be a new competition, and a 'door' that can appear anywhere at any time is too flexible and too dangerous."

  Before he finished speaking, Russell suddenly paused, as if he had noticed something. He looked at the gloomy sky outside the window with some doubts, and whispered to himself:

  "Huh, is this guy Zaratul summoning my historical projection again?"

  "Historical projection? Maybe not Zaratul, but in the subsequent 'Black Emperor's' apotheosis ceremony, He will definitely summon you, and you can take the opportunity then."

  After a pause, Renekton finished his words and said: "You can take the opportunity to kill George III who is holding the ceremony."

  He also felt some changes, and some of his own information was stimulated. They did not belong to the present self, but appeared in the present.

  Civilization and history are similar in some aspects, so he can more intuitively feel that a part of his own history has been pulled out.

  "Historical projection"? Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it "I have a friend". As the thought floated, Renekton's figure silently became transparent, covered with a layer of faint and hazy starlight, and quickly disappeared in the captain's room of the "Dawn".

  In a basement under the Saint Samuel Church in Backlund, Klein suddenly found that the consumption of maintaining the historical projection had become very low.

  He looked up at the two images from the historical gap that had just been summoned with some doubts. Only Roselle, whose eyes were a little dull and lifeless, was still standing there. The historical projection of Renekton, who was standing next to him just now, had disappeared.

  "This guy's historical projection is so different, and it can run by itself?"

  Klein muttered to himself. He could probably guess that the other party sensed that he had summoned the historical projection and then projected his consciousness over.

  "After the historical projection awakened, my consumption became much lower. I didn't need to spend too much spiritual energy to maintain its existence. However, I also lost control of the historical projection. I can only say that there are both good and bad sides."

  "But for me, it should be more beneficial. After all, there is still a big gap between the sluggish projection and my combat performance."

  After a brief summary, Klein released the maintenance of Roselle's historical projection, raised his hand again, and pulled in the air twice.

  After two failures, he successfully pulled out a lady in a simple robe, a bark belt, long black hair, no shoes or socks, and bare feet from the historical mist.

  She was Arianna, the abbot of the Night Monastery, the leader of the ascetics, and the head of the thirteen archbishops!

  As he guessed, the ascetic's eyes soon became smart, and Klein found that his spiritual consumption to maintain this historical projection was much lower, and he lost control of this historical projection.  Chapter 684 The Ceremony Begins

  Klein took off the half-high silk hat on his head, pressed it to his chest and bowed, saying:

  "Good afternoon, Ms. Arianna."

  "Good afternoon." Arianna responded with a slight nod, and then stopped talking.

  Klein nodded awkwardly, but it was difficult to explain that he just wanted to test the ability of the "Ancient Scholar", so he had to change the topic to the war between Feysac and Loen:

  "Madam, is the battlefield in the Amanda Mountains very fierce? Can the church resist the attack from Feysac?"

  Arianna nodded slightly, and her calm and deep dark eyes rarely showed some emotions as she said:

  "It's very fierce. The injury of the 'Lord of the Storm' has boosted Feysac's morale. The Patriarch Larion of the 'God of War' Church carried a level 0 seal across the Minsk Mountains and entered the battlefield here. I and the other archbishops of the cathedral are trying our best to resist."

  Klein nodded silently, and his mood suddenly became a lot heavier. After two seconds of silence, he continued to ask:

  "If I summon your historical projection in the ceremony to stop George III from becoming a god, will it interfere with the battlefield in the Amanda Mountains?"

  Arianna shook her head slightly and said:

  "No, I am the follower of 'Secret'. My short-term disappearance will only make the demigods and angels of the 'God of War' Church and the Feysac military alert and dare not act rashly."

  As soon as He finished speaking, a stream of information suddenly emerged from the basement. They descended in an illusory manner and gathered into a torrent of information that was as complex and terrifying as a torrent, quickly converging and reorganizing into the figure of Renekton.

  He glanced at Arianna and Klein who were talking to each other, nodded to them, and smiled:

  "I was a little curious, so I tried to wander in the fog of history with the identity of a historical projection."

  "You can also enter the fog of history?" Klein said in surprise.

  Renekton nodded and chuckled,

  "Civilization is the accumulation of thousands and tens of thousands of years by generations of human beings. Isn't it normal that I can have a certain control over history?"

  "Of course, I can't just run into the mist of history like you 'ancient scholars'. I must rely on certain connections."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he directly displayed the locations and entry methods of the nine secret ruins of Alistair Tudor that he had obtained from Mr. Men.

  "You..." Klein opened his mouth and swallowed the question back.

  "I found one of the builders of those mausoleums and got this information from him."

  After a brief explanation, Renekton turned his head to look at Klein and continued,

  "Remember to summon my historical projection before entering the mausoleum. I can bypass those complicated steps and directly open the doors of those secret mausoleums."

  "By the way, there is a sequence in 'Thieves' called 'Decryption Scholar'."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Renekton withdrew his consciousness that was transmitted through him. The eyes of this historical projection instantly became blank and the aura on his body also decreased a lot, leaving only some strength and characteristics.

  "Decryption Scholar?" Klein whispered in confusion, then lifted the maintenance of Renekton's historical projection and looked at Arianna's historical projection.

  Arianna was silent for two seconds before she replied,

  "He probably meant to tell you to be careful of Amon. He is the thief who is closest to a 'mistake' and the most powerful 'decryption scholar' in the world. If the goddess is not convenient to come, He is likely to find you through some subtle traces, or even directly decrypt your honorific name and locate you."

  Klein nodded in surprise. He planned to give up the three honorific names he had already thought of, and then think of a new one, or just give up. Anyway, he had the vest of "The Fool".

  In the middle of the Sonia Sea, the capital of the Gargas Islands in the White Whale Sea, the "White City" Nas.

  One after another, a huge and pure torrent of information surged out of the void, quickly gathered, and drilled into a clock tower at the highest point of the city.

  Inside the gray-white clock tower was a small house with a small area but fairly complete decorations.

  In front of the wooden window that creaked in the wind, sat an old man with dark golden hair and smooth skin without a single wrinkle. He was the "Imagination Dragon" Angerwede who had returned from the ancient dragon Erehog!

  Renekton looked at the ancient dragon who had fled to the Sonia Sea to avoid the real creator and the war between the North and South continents, and said calmly:

  "This city seems to have begun to have some dragon worship customs. Aren't you worried that this will attract the attention of the "God of War"? "

  Angerwede had a warm face and a little smile on his lips. He spoke like an ordinary, somewhat nagging old man:

  "The spiritual world hides too many secrets. Although I am no longer the "Imagination Dragon", I can still see some deeply buried things with the help of some of the relics of the past."

  "The war between Feysac and Loen made the "God of War" not interested in these little things on the sea, and after the war was over..."     At this point, Angrewide paused, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said:

  "Do you really think that the eldest son of the 'Giant King' can maintain his current advantage and defeat the 'Goddess of Night'?"

  "Even though the Second Age has passed for too long, I still hate those one-eyed giants. They are impulsive, reckless, stubborn, and despicable."

  "Putting aside these personal feelings, 'Night' is one of the few gods that I can never see through. More importantly, if this war has really reached a critical point, why didn't 'Night' seek help from the other five righteous gods, or seek help from you, the 'True Creator'?"

  "All this shows that the current situation is within His expectations and has not deviated from His plan."

  "Those reckless giants will eventually pay the price for their arrogance, just like Ormir once did."

  "I can hear that there is a lot of personal grudge between you and the 'Giant King'." Renekton sighed casually.

  Angerwede did not refute, but seemed to have found someone to vent his inner emotions, and continued to narrate:

  "Although I don't want to admit it, I did stand still with that stupid and short-sighted giant for nearly half an era, until the appearance of the 'Ancient Sun God'. His short-sightedness led to the fall of the 'Elf King' and the subsequent defeat of all the ancient gods."

  Aren't the ancient gods crazy and talk so much? You don't look like an "audience" at all, or is it that the current "audience" path is actually more influenced by Adam?

  As his thoughts floated, Renekton stretched out his right hand and grabbed a ball of illusory light condensed from pure information.

  The light quickly condensed and turned into a badge surrounded by stars and guarding an eye.

  Under Renekton's control, the badge flew directly to the wooden windowsill in front of Angerwide, and said:

  "I have a relatively safe channel here where I can get anchors, and it's very suitable for 'writers'. I wonder if you are interested?"

  "Suitable for 'writers'? You need someone who can help you weave stories, right?"

  When Renekton thought the other party would refuse, Angerwide picked up the badge and sighed:

  "I don't seem to have any reason to refuse. The 'True Creator' is too strong. The 'Lord of the Storm' will be the first to have his power taken back by Him like the former Elf King, followed by the 'Sun' and the 'Omniscience'." "

  For someone like me who can't possibly surrender to Him, but is under the authority He controls, I can only find a solid enough umbrella for myself."

  Renekton nodded without comment, and then talked about other topics:

  "You can make bigger moves in the Gargas Islands. The injury of the 'Storm Lord' has made the war between Feysac and Loen more intense. No one will care about things here now."

  As the voice fell, Renekton's figure became virtual, decomposing into pure and complex information streams, surging and rushing away.

  Angerwede's pale golden eyes shrank, almost turning into vertical pupils. He said to himself in a low voice:

  "You can make bigger moves. It seems that this 'Knowledge Emperor' is not satisfied with the southern continent, and wants to occupy the Gargas Islands and even the White Whale Sea."

  "He is very sure that the eldest son of the 'Giant King' will fail in the struggle with the 'Goddess of Night', and may even fall. I don't know what kind of trap will be set."

  On Saturday morning, the sky in Backlund was already gray and foggy, just like the mood of the people here at the moment.

  There were many pedestrians on the streets of Backlund today. Some of them planned to collect relief food, and some were going to attend King George III's speech. The speech was aimed at war, conveyed beliefs, and mobilized the people. It was also part of the "Black Emperor" ceremony.

  The town square became more and more crowded as citizens poured in one after another.

  At nine o'clock in the morning, the voice of King George III was broadcast on the radio in the town square, and it was transmitted to every place in Loen and every citizen through radio technology.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, I am your emperor, the ruler of Loen, East Balam, and the Rorsted Islands, George Augustus III."

  While George III was speaking, relying on the historical projection pulled by Klein, Renekton turned into a torrent of information and quickly rushed to Eastchester County, where there was a secret mausoleum belonging to Alistair Tudor.

  One after another, green vines fell from the air, and Bernadette's figure emerged. She looked calmly at the cliff in front of her, and a deep purple flashed in her eyes.

  Under the gaze of the "Eye of Secrets", this cliff was already ordinary, without any abnormality.

  "The hidden power" she whispered to herself, and Bernadette turned her head to look at the empty space beside her.  Chapter 685 Miracle

  Streams of pure and complex information flowed out from the void, quickly reorganizing Renekton's figure.

  He nodded slightly to Bernadette, then took two steps forward, stretched out his right hand, condensed streams of illusory knowledge, and let these knowledge quickly condense, gathering into drops of bright red blood, which was pure, violent, or cold.

  Renekton controlled the blood and quickly drew the symbol given by Mr. Men in the air.

  A faint blue light gushed out of thin air, quickly interweaving around, outlining an illusory door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.

  On the other side of the door, a dark mausoleum made of many stones of similar size appeared.

  "The goal is to destroy the mausoleum, and there is no need to do anything extra."

  After a simple explanation, Renekton's figure became virtual again, decomposing into streams of information, surging quickly and disappearing here.

  Bernadette calmly stared at the passage that was opened in front of her. Two seconds later, her body became ethereal and also decomposed into streams of information, surging into the mausoleum.

  In the mausoleum, Bernadette's figure was quickly reorganized and revealed in the torrent of information. She stretched out her right hand and grasped in the air, and a silver-white paper with golden strange words was taken into her hand.

  Roselle separated the "Hand of Order" feature from his mechanical doll and gave it to Bernadette to use instead of Pale Death.

  Almost at the same time as Bernadette appeared, the ritual that had been prepared under the mausoleum began to operate spontaneously, and a slightly deep light was constantly separated from it, condensing into a figure in the dim midair.

  He had a square face, black hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and a solemn expression.

  This was a face that was not unfamiliar to all Loen people, because he was printed on the front of the 10-pound banknote, and was also erected in many places such as the Memorial Day Square.

  He is the founder of Loen, the first king, William Augustus I. A more accurate description should be "Him", a Sequence One angel!

  Bernadette's expression did not change. Around her, pink petals fell one after another, and the space became strangely distorted. She tried to create a barrier that was isolated from the outside world and difficult to connect to, and temporarily confined the founder of Loen.

  At the same time, Renekton had already arrived in Ahowa County. After nodding to Prak Eggers, who had been waiting here for a long time, and Tris, who had been promoted to "Iron Knight" and turned back into a man, he skillfully opened the passage to the secret mausoleum, and then transformed into an information flow again and left.

  On the Tussock River outside Backlund, Klein had come to the location of a predetermined mausoleum and waited.

  Not long after, waves of light composed of complex information emerged from the void, with an illusory posture, and a torrent of information that was as complex as a torrent and terrifying, quickly gathered into Renekton's figure.

  He did not look at Klein, but seized the moment and directly used the information to condense the blood of the Beyonders in twenty-two paths, and then drew the symbol given by Mr. Men in the air.

  Thanks to the speed after informatization, the time when the three mausoleums were opened was not too different.

  In just a blink of an eye, the blood-colored symbol expanded and extended into an illusory translucent door, through which a huge mausoleum made of black stones could be vaguely seen.

  Looking back at Klein behind him, Renekton skillfully virtualized the body of this historical projection, decomposing it into streams of knowledge, and relying on the special historical projection, it poured into the mist of history.

  Klein did not make any extra movements when he saw this, and stretched out his hand to grab the void. Arianna, with dark eyes, wearing a simple robe, a bark belt, long black hair, and bare feet, appeared in front of him.

  The eyes of this Sequence 2 "Secret Servant" quickly became smart, and there was a fresh breath on his body.

  Klein nodded slightly to the leader of the ascetics. There was no need to say more. The two sides had already communicated about the current situation.

  He kept moving his hands and grasped again. Soon, an identical figure appeared in front of him. This was Klein from more than ten seconds ago.

  After summoning his own historical projection, Klein hid directly in the historical mist, allowing his existence in this time period to disappear in reality, and allowing his consciousness and self to awaken in the historical projection.

  In the "Ancient Scholar" stage, there are only three historical projections that can exist at the same time, including himself, and now they are full.

  Klein turned his head to look at Arianna's historical projection and said calmly: "Let's go in."

  Arianna nodded slightly, and at the same time turned herself and Klein's historical projection into a secret state.

  In the secret mausoleum used for the "Black Emperor" ceremony, Klein, who was in a secret state, took out a bronze square talisman from his arms.

  This was a high-level talisman that he asked Azik for in advance, considering that the number of historical projections he could maintain at the same time was limited. After activating it, it can release a blow from the "Archon of Death".

  "Death!"

  With the recitation of the ancient Hermetic word, the bronze charm shattered into pieces in his hand and burned into pale flames.

  These flames expanded rapidly and turned into an illusory feathered serpent that covered the entire sky above the mausoleum.     In the whimpering cold wind, the huge feathered serpent lurking around opened its mouth and spit out a pale flame that was enough to cover the entire mausoleum.

  Mr. Azik's attack, which was only protected by the spell, could have such power. If He did it personally, it would be unimaginable. He is indeed the son of the God of Death and the former governor of the Balam Empire.

  While Klein was thinking, a little bit of slightly deep light flew out from the mausoleum below, strangely blocking the pale flames that were surging like a tide, preventing them from moving forward.

  These lights quickly gathered into a group, together forming the figure of a slightly arrogant old man.

  There were many silver threads in his black hair, and his face was not very bearded. His expression was serious and his temperament was majestic.

  He should not be Him. He was the former Duke of Southwell of the Kingdom of Loen, a Sequence 2 "Balancer", Drink Augustus.

  The moment this Balancer appeared, the figure of Arianna, who was in a hidden state, also stood out, and the secrecy He had imposed on himself was destroyed.

  Without any hesitation, Arianna reached out from the darkness behind her and pulled out a bone sword covered with strange patterns, a sword that combined the power of sleep and fear!

  As the sword was swung, the surrounding darkness surged wildly, drowning Drinker Augustus like a tide.

  In this process, everything that was touched and drowned by the darkness disappeared and destroyed silently.

  While Ms. Arianna had attracted the attention of the "balancer" of the Loen royal family, Klein quietly lifted the maintenance of his historical projection and disappeared directly into the mausoleum.

  Outside the mausoleum, Klein and Renekton walked out of the historical gap at the same time, and the two smiled at each other.

  Without much words, Renekton stretched out his hand on Klein's shoulder, helping him transform into a state of information torrent, and then quickly rushed to the mausoleum downstream of the Tussock River.

  When Renekton opened the door of the mausoleum, Klein had summoned Azik's historical projection from the historical gap.

  Wearing a silk hat, a black dress, a bronze complexion, and cold and sharp eyes, Azik also became alive after a brief moment of confusion. He prayed to the "Hidden Sage" for secret help and awakened his consciousness on this historical projection.

  Azik looked around and then fell on Klein, saying calmly:

  "I will stay in the underworld temporarily. You just need to use the item you mentioned to open a door to the underworld, and I can come here in person and take you away."

  "Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Azik."

  Klein nodded slightly to Azik, and then he looked at Renekton and said:

  "Mr. Azik's historical projection and I will go in first, and you will follow us a step later. After we have restrained the angels guarding this place, you can directly destroy the mausoleum and they will not be able to stop you in time."

  Klein, whose three summoned historical projections were full again, followed Azik's historical projection and entered the mausoleum.

  The moment he passed through the illusory door, the original mausoleum suddenly twisted and turned into a dark church with a spire!

  The door of the church was open, revealing people in various outfits. Among them were men wearing suspenders, polite gentlemen in formal attire, ladies wearing lace flowers, pirates, workers, and postmen. Without exception, they were all suspended in the air, motionless.

  "Ah~ah~ah~"

  Black crows circled the spire of the church, making shrill, heart-pounding cries.

  "Zaratul!" When Klein whispered the name, he had already lost control of his puppet. He watched his puppet being lifted up by an invisible force and hung on the top of the spire church with the corpses. At

  this moment, the crows on the spire of the church, the puppet that once belonged to Klein, and the corpses hanging above the church all swayed in the wind, speaking in unusually uniform voices:

  "I found you!"

  Outside the illusory gate leading to the mausoleum, Renekton sighed as he looked at the illusory gate that had just twisted inexplicably and then returned to normal.

  Zaratul had a good grasp of the timing. He had no time to react before the miracle was completed.

  "Zaratul can't sit still anymore. I wonder how long Amon will continue to watch the show?"

  While sighing, Renekton turned his head to look in the direction of Backlund's Municipal Square. He had just seen a lot of Amon's clones in the Municipal Square. He suspected that Amon's real body had come to Backlund again.