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  Chapter 691 Suicide

  Renekton remained leaning on the stone chair without speaking. His spirit line was being controlled by Zaratul. Although the process was relatively slow, his body and mind still inevitably became sluggish.

  At the same time, he was also forging normal information and transmitting it to Zaratul along the spirit line, creating chaos and reducing His state.

  After a brief stalemate, an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol slowly took shape in mid-air. Everything around it was becoming mottled, and even the extraordinary characteristics were dying little by little, entering the real end.

  The corpses that were transformed into secret puppets by Zaratul fell again. Their flesh and blood quickly decayed and withered, leaving only pale yellow bones, which also turned into dust little by little and dissipated in the air, as if they had experienced thousands or tens of thousands of years in an instant.

  Zaratul's body seemed unable to bear this kind of pressure. Slippery tentacles stretched out from under his black robe. His body quickly collapsed and turned into a pool of wriggling, transparent, twisted worms. They formed tentacles together and frantically flapped around, making hoarse and unpleasant mumbling sounds. The three-

  dimensional symbol that emerged in the air seemed to have a body under the flapping of Zaratul's tentacles. It was strangely flapped and dissipated, turning back into a silver-white mask decorated with feathers, and fell to the ground.

  Without the suppression of pale death, the countless slippery tentacles that stretched out from the deep and dark worm vortex attacked the surroundings more frantically.

  The moment Zaratul's tentacles touched him, Renekton's body was half a beat slower and decomposed into a stream of complex information, pouring into the minds of every spirit worm, trying to burst them.

  Zaratul shrank his body and turned into a pool of wriggling worm vortex, stretching out countless slippery tentacles, trying to block the surging information flow around.

  Bang! Bang!

  The tentacles made of spirit worms extending from the worm vortex stiffened for a moment, then exploded one after another, scattering a layer of transparent and sticky liquid on the floor. The

  remaining spirit worms quickly became thinner and brittle, turning into a crudely cut paper man, which broke in mid-air, scattering pieces of paper scraps.

  Zaratul's figure emerged in the other direction of the church hall. His face was too pale, and transparent worms kept drilling in and out of his eye sockets, nostrils, ears, and mouth. Under his black robe, transparent and sticky tentacles were shaking.

  "Due to the pollution of the 'Wild Knowledge', your spirit body line is also abnormal."

  Zaratul's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was enduring the pain in his body and suppressing the madness in his heart.

  "I have mastered so much knowledge about the 'Attendant of Mysteries', isn't it normal that I can use information to disguise the spiritual body line?"

  "To be honest, Antigonus's performance at the information level is obviously much better than yours. If it were him, my forged spiritual body line would not be hidden at all."

  Renekton answered Zaratul's question in a very calm tone. While speaking, bright starlight continued to fall from him, wandering around, constructing a wilderness of blurred light and shadow.

  Zaratul's face was constantly drilled in and out by transparent worms, and his expression became forbearing and crazy. He could clearly feel that he was being eroded, eroded from the information level. No matter how he "tampered" with the concepts pointing to himself, he could never avoid this erosion.

  Taking a deep breath, He spoke calmly:

  "There is no irreconcilable conflict between us. You have obtained a lot of characteristics and spirit insects from me. They are enough to complete a large-scale 'miracle'. This is not difficult for you who have mastered a lot of 'knowledge'."

  "If you want to revive Roselle, I can provide some help. After all, he and I actually have a good relationship. It was he who helped me steal the Antigonus family's notes from the Steam Church."

  "I still have four chances to be reborn. You can't really kill me. Why don't we cooperate?"

  Renekton said coldly without any expression: "Before discussing cooperation, you should make up the last wish you owe me."

  Then he stopped talking and looked at Zaratul quietly, waiting for His response while increasing the intensity of erosion. Zaratul

  exhaled a long breath, stretched out his hand and tore off one of the slippery tentacles extending from his body, and casually kneaded it into a ball, turning it into a black and gray square talisman, throwing it at Renekton.

  After taking the talisman thrown by Zaratul and briefly examining it, Renekton made the illusory tower covering this place disappear and lifted the isolation of this area.

  Zaratul nodded without any change in expression. Combined with the transparent insects constantly crawling on his face and the gloomy environment in the church, it was quite scary.

  Renekton looked at Zaratul and whispered sarcastically:

  "You really had no intention of fulfilling the contract from the beginning. Someone like you who is good at deceiving and escaping must have a way to circumvent the contract. Even if that will cost a certain price, it will only mean death at most."

  After a moment of silence, Zaratul defended himself:

  "As a 'fortune teller', I can feel your hidden malice towards me. Under this premise, it is normal to be vigilant against you."

  Renekton smiled indifferently and skipped the topic:

  "Why do you think the 'True Creator' went to so much trouble to let me delay you?"

  "Amon is also in Backlund. Did He take away the 'ancient scholar' who was connected to the 'Source Castle'?"

  Zaratul quickly guessed the reason, or maybe He had thought of these from the beginning, but was stopped here and couldn't get away.     "Obviously." Renekton nodded, and then continued to add:

  "You don't have much time. Before Amon successfully steals the 'Source Castle', He will definitely go to the God-Forsaken Land. This is your last chance. You can prepare well. I hope you can cause them some trouble."

  As soon as the voice fell, Renekton's body became ethereal and decomposed into a stream of complex and pure information, surging away from the spire church.

  In the hall of the church, only Zaratul and the slippery tentacles swaying under Him, and the transparent worms drilling on his face were left.

  After a while, His body suddenly lost its vitality, and all the spirit worms died in an instant.

  He got rid of the pollution left by Renekton by committing suicide!

  Deep in the spirit world, Renekton, who had reappeared, looked back in the direction of the pointed church and whispered:

  "He committed suicide so decisively. He is worthy of being the 'Servant of Mysteries'. The most advanced conspiracy is to play with one's life directly."

  In the ocean evolved from the ruins of the war of gods in the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea, the figures of Amon and Klein appeared silently on an island in the outer area.

  Klein looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment around him and asked curiously:

  "You want to take me to the Forsaken Land of the Gods? Why?"

  He just asked casually and did not expect Amon to answer his question. The most important thing was to delay some time until someone discovered that he was missing, noticed the problem, and then found him and rescued him.

  Amon raised the monocle on his right eye and said with a half-smile:

  "It's quiet there, we won't be disturbed, it's more suitable for the next game. Originally, the 'Hanged Man' could have intervened in the God-Forsaken Land, but He has left, so his interference here is limited."

  "To be honest, your vision in picking allies is really not very good. When George III was promoted, 'Night' descended briefly. He knew that I would choose to find you after my promotion was interrupted, but He didn't give you any hints or provide any help." "

  And that guy disguised by the source essence, He discovered my clone when you pretended to be me to scare Pales, and didn't choose to remind you."

  "But this is very interesting. When we meet next time, I will also become your appearance and wear a monocle in front of Pales again. I am looking forward to how He will react."

  Klein remained silent. Amon's words successfully broke his psychological defenses.

  The goddess has descended to stop Amon's apotheosis ceremony? The guy disguised by the source essence refers to Al? He really wasn't the "Hidden Sage". I actually believed it. It's a pity that he didn't become a Faceless Man.

  Amon's style of doing things was very consistent with the personality of the "God of Mischief". Whether it was his words or his actions, they all seemed very casual. He did whatever he thought of. He was willful, bad, and very hateful. One thought after another flashed through Klein's mind, and then disappeared.

  Amon smiled nonchalantly. He walked to Klein, patted his shoulder and said,

  "Everyone has their own purpose, but what they really want is the appearance of a 'Lord of Mysteries'. It can be me, it can be you, or even any one of Zaratul, Antigonus, and Bethel. But only you and I have the highest voices and the most supporters."

  After a moment of silence, Klein asked casually,

  "Bethel is Mr. Men's name? Why do you and I have the most supporters?"

  "Bethel Abraham."

  Amon raised his monocle and said Mr. Men's name. Without giving Klein too much time to think, He continued,

  "Whether it is the righteous gods, evil gods, or those angels, most of them are fence-sitters. They will lean towards whichever side the wind blows."

  "Only 'Night', the crazy paranoid, and the source that slipped out of the western continent, based on their own reasons and purposes, have clear support targets and have each taken certain actions."

  "But I can probably guess why they made different choices."

  "What's the reason?" Klein asked.

  Amon chuckled with an ambiguous tone and said, "Guess?"

  Then He looked up at the golden sky, pinched his monocle, and the surroundings instantly became dark. He stole the noon of this sea!  Chapter 692 War Escalation

  In the God-forsaken Land, the exploration team of Silver City came to Afternoon Town again. This time, the exploration team was followed by two elders of the six-member council, led by Chief Colin Iliad, a former "demon hunter" and now a "silver knight".

  Afternoon Town is at the edge of the radiation range of the Giant King's Court. A faint dusk can be seen in the western sky.

  Derrick stood at the edge of the camp, his eyes flowing with golden light, outlining one mysterious three-dimensional symbol after another.

  This is a secret technique taught by Renekton. With the help of information interaction, one can cast his gaze far away, and the function is similar to a mysterious version of a telescope.

  Under the dusk in the west, where the dusk solidified and shrouded, he saw many palaces, towers and majestic buildings built up one after another.

  Even if it is only a corner of the Giant King's Court, they are still magnificent, as if the miracles that only exist in myths and legends have been frozen in time.

  If this exploration is successful, everyone in Silver City will be redeemed and free from darkness. As his thoughts floated, Derrick clasped his hands together and prayed to Mr. Fool in a low voice.

  In the southern continent, Orleston Port along the Pas River Valley, in the captain's cabin of the "Dawn" anchored at the dock.

  Waves of information flowed through the decks and walls, quickly poured into the captain's cabin, and gathered to reconstruct Bernadette's body.

  She held a rather strange gray-white slate in her hand, on which were engraved many strange and mysterious symbols, with a sense of majesty and power. Just looking at it made people feel uncomfortable and want to kneel down and surrender from the bottom of their hearts.

  Roselle, who was sitting in an easy chair by the window, immediately stood up and waved to Bernadette. The gray-white slate in her hand flew into Roselle's hand spontaneously.

  The next moment, the slate suddenly became virtual, and dark shadows kept flowing out of it, rushing into the body of Roselle's mechanical doll, trying to transform this body and integrate into it.

  Roselle's face changed, his consciousness was rising uncontrollably, and his aura became stronger, as if he would rush out of the Dawn at any time, enter the star world, and start the resurrection process of the Black Emperor.

  The light around him suddenly dimmed, and one after another, stars emerged, densely packed and dazzling.

  The bright starlight intertwined into a vast starry sky, scattered rays of light, and fell into the gray-white stone slab in Roselle's hand, sealing it.

  The trend of the uniqueness returning to itself was stopped, and Roselle breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:

  "Is this uniqueness stimulated by something? It is so eager to merge with me?"

  Renekton's figure was outlined in the flickering starlight. He glanced at Roselle and said expressionlessly:

  "This is the instinct of aggregation. Even if you are just a puppet now, you still have some of the essence of the 'Black Emperor'. Isn't it normal for it to be attracted to you? Why do you dare to reach out and touch it directly?"

  "This is not something I can control at all. It is the instinctive reaction of this body after seeing and feeling high-sequence things of the same path."

  Roselle defended himself, and then as if he thought of something, and as if he wanted to change the subject,

  he said: "Did you get the last wish promised by Zaratul?"

  "Although I secretly left some information near His spire church before, I didn't expect you to find Him so quickly. It seems that your control over information is far stronger than I thought."

  "The 'True Creator' provided some help."

  While speaking, Renekton stretched out his hand and took out a dark square talisman from the void like a magic trick, and said in a relaxed tone:

  "As you expected, Zaratul does intend to breach the contract. After all, He is a 'Secret Servant' who is good at fooling and deceiving others, and the consequences of breach of contract are relatively less serious for Him."

  "I pulled out some spirit insects and characteristics from Him, which can be regarded as some gains, but He committed suicide decisively."

  Roselle looked at Renekton in surprise, and said in a not-so-calm tone:

  "I am very curious about what you did to force a 'Secret Servant' to commit suicide so easily? Even if He can be resurrected, it is not infinite, and every life is equally precious."

  After a pause, he asked casually: "What are you going to do next?"

  "Let's go to the Forsaken Land of God."

  As soon as the words fell, a silvery white flashed in Renekton's eyes. He saw some of the future. The pitch-black storm and lightning intertwined, full of the breath of decadence and tyranny. In the depths of the pitch-black storm, scarlet, brass, and golden points of light kept flashing, outlining a twisted and strange eye.

  Under the pitch-black storm, steam was rising, and starlight was floating, indistinguishable from each other.

  This picture did not last too long. In less than two seconds, Renekton's eyes became clear again, but he was still a little absent-minded, as if he was still immersed in the picture he had just seen.

  After a moment, Renekton let out a long breath and said,

  "The war is going to escalate. The war of gods may be faster than you and I expected. You can't continue to lie in the grave."

  "Do you think I want to?" Russell complained with a dark face.

  Before he finished speaking, an exaggerated fog had already filled the raging sea. The fog was somewhat bright red, as if it were stained with blood. Just looking at it made people feel inexplicably restless and want to have a fistfight to vent their emotions.     After feeling the high-level power in the mist, Renekton spoke calmly:

  "This is some high-level power of 'Dispute'. The only ones who can do this now are the 'Red Angel' evil spirit or 0-01 sealed by the Church of Knowledge."

  "Of course, it is not ruled out that it is the creation of 'Steam'. He has participated in the Pale Disaster and seen the power of the 'Red Priest'. It is easy to make some items with the same effect."

  Roselle folded his hands in front of his chest, looking at the scene outside the window, and said calmly:

  "I bet one Fel gold that this was done by the stewed 'Red Angel' evil spirit. As a former colleague, it is not surprising that he was wooed by the 'Eternal Blazing Sun'."

  While they were talking, the clergy stationed here had reacted and began to pray to the gods of their respective beliefs.

  Soon, a thick shadow curtain fell from the sky, across the violent sea, like an illusory towering wall.

  The mist stained with bright red passed through the illusory "wall" unaffected, and was stained with a dark red, adding a sense of decadence and sacrifice.

  A thick golden beam of light penetrated the dark red mist and fell straight to the dock of Orleston Port.

  The golden beam of light twisted strangely in mid-air, turned a corner, and sank into the sea below.

  Boom!

  Accompanied by the sound of explosions and the golden sunlight, a layer of tens of meters high waves was raised on the violent sea.

  Behind the waves, a little bit of golden light emerged, breaking through the waves in an instant and flying to various places in the port.

  "In the past few hundred years, the 'Steam Church' has made some progress. This purification cannon can actually be loaded on the fleet on a large scale as a powerful means of attack."

  In the captain's room of the "Dawn", Roselle sighed subconsciously, and beside him, Renekton's figure had disappeared.

  At the same time, starlight continued to fly out from various places in Orleston Port, constructing gates covered with mysterious patterns and symbols in the air, connecting to an unknown place in the spirit world.

  These gates happened to be on the trajectory of the purification cannons fired by the Intis fleet, successfully intercepting all the purification cannons.

  Just after intercepting a wave of attacks from the Intis fleet, Renekton had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, and he noticed that something had changed around him.

  The houses and buildings in the original southern continent style disappeared, and turned into a steel city built by various machines. There were rising steam, rotating gears and chains, and neatly laid tracks everywhere. It was exquisite like a scroll, not a real city.

  My position was changed? No, it should be that the area I was in was replaced, and I was also transferred here.

  There are not many people who can do this. The first person he thought of was Zaratul, who had just been tricked by him and committed suicide. Does this count as revenge never overnight?

  After joking in his heart, he looked around, and a deep lavender color appeared in his eyes.

  In the sight of the Secret Eye, the scene he was in turned into an illusory book composed of pure information, and he himself was loaded with knowledge, words and information in the book. It was

  the work of "Steam" again. Every time before fighting with the "Hidden Sage", he had to make a cage to lock me up, right?

  As his thoughts floated, he saw a familiar figure appear in front of him.

  He was wearing black armor that looked like it was splashed with blood, and had bright red hair like burning fire. There were two deep scars on his young and handsome face, extending from the earlobe to the corner of the mouth, as if he had grown two more tightly closed lips on his face.

  "Little cutie, we meet again."

  "I'm very sorry to meet you in this way, but they have given too much, so I have to reluctantly accompany you here to play for a while."

  Medici smiled provocatively at Renekton. His tone was very calm, but he could always inadvertently evoke the disgust deep in others' hearts, making people want to beat him up. Renekton

  frowned slightly, restraining the emotions surging in his heart, and said calmly:

  "What should I call you? Red Angel Evil Spirit? Medici Soren Einhorn? Or, the puppet of the 'City of Disaster'?"

  "It's a very low-level provocation. You can call me whatever you want. I have no intention of arguing with you about this, but the reward they offer is too generous, and it's a bit difficult for me to refuse."

  Medici sat cross-legged on the ground without caring about his image, looking like he really had no interest in Renekton.  Chapter 693 "Mysterious" Authority

  The scar on the right side of Medici's face suddenly split open, and grew illusory teeth and a scarlet tongue, and made a hoarse voice:

  "I have investigated, and the culprits who caused the decline of the Soran family are Roselle and Zaratul. I'm not sure if Roselle is really dead, but you obviously know something, and you are even an ally of Him."

  As soon as Soran finished speaking, the scar on Medici's left cheek also split open, and grew illusory teeth and a scarlet tongue, and made the voice of Einhorn:

  "It's not that we can't negotiate, or even cooperate. If you can help us get 0-01 sealed by the Church of Knowledge, we can also help you deal with steam."

  "Discuss with me how to deal with Him in the field of 'steam'?" Renekton asked with a sneer.

  Medici nodded and said in a sincere tone:

  "He and the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' are confronting the 'True Creator' and have no time to take care of this side, otherwise they wouldn't need me to contain you."

  "They?" Renekton said with a slight pause: "How long do you three plan to keep me here?"

  Medici pointed at Renekton with his eyes and chuckled:

  "It depends on your attitude. If you cooperate with me, we can go out now and steal the blood flag of Salinger from the church of that old dragon."

  "I need to think about it. After all, compared to Herabergen, you are not a good partner, even if you represent the will of the 'City of Disaster' to some extent."

  While speaking, Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and pieces of starlight appeared around him, quickly forming a gorgeous and dazzling high-backed chair.

  Renekton leaned back leisurely on the high-backed chair, his eyes were deep, as if containing a dark starry sky.

  In this state, his thoughts continued to spread out, scanning every detail around him, trying to find the weak point of the illusory book that temporarily sealed him.

  After a long silence, Medici asked impatiently:

  "How are you thinking about it?"

  "I guess you want to ask me how I have analyzed this?"

  Renekton leaned against the high-back chair and directly said what Medici was really thinking at the moment.

  Medici smiled, did not deny it, and said:

  "In this regard, you and the old dragon have a lot in common, no wonder you choose to be allies with each other."

  "It seems that 'Steam' really has no time to pay attention to this."

  While speaking, Renekton gently rubbed his right hand, creating pieces of starlight, which quickly formed a round table and a high-back chair in front of him.

  Medici jumped up from the ground, leaning lazily on the high-back chair, with his feet on the round table.

  "Tsk, what a convenient ability." Medici sighed, and then said, "I guess you should know the whereabouts of the last 'Conqueror' trait."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you think I will support you to become a 'Red Priest'?"

  "Why not support me? Do you like that pervert Chick?"

  Medici imitated Renekton's actions and raised his eyebrows and asked back.

  Renekton was silent for a second, then chuckled and said,

  "You should not have experienced the 'Provocateur' stage. Is this an inherent racial talent of mythical creatures? Or is it some changes brought about by the integration with Soran and Einhorn?"

  As the voice fell, the three mouths on Medici's face twisted in no particular order, and then they were extremely restrained and patient and did not make any sound, using their actions to express their contempt for the other two.

  "As far as provocation is concerned, you are also talented." Medici curled the corners of his mouth, and the aura on his body became dangerous.

  Renekton nodded to Medici and said calmly,

  "Thank you for the compliment. Let's continue chatting. I have no plans to leave here for the time being."

  "Of course." Medici responded casually.

  After sitting for a while, he seemed to be unable to bear the loneliness and chatted with the mouths on both sides of his cheeks.

  Is he deliberately performing for me? For what?

  As his thoughts floated, Renekton suddenly realized that some of his own information had changed. Someone was summoning my historical projection. Klein started to fight with Amon so quickly?

  The floating thoughts in Renekton's mind suddenly froze, and then all disappeared, leaving only one thought, there is something wrong with the time here!

  Thinking of this, his body instantly became virtual, decomposing into a stream of complex and pure information, which set off a terrifying information storm in the illusory book, trying to rely on a large amount of information to directly fill and burst the book.

  Medici, who was communicating with Soran and Einhorn, paused for a moment, then said with a nonchalant smile:

  "You found the problem so quickly? This is much earlier than that guy predicted."

  As soon as He finished speaking, Soran and Einhorn on both sides of his cheeks mocked him:

  "Foolish Medici, if He was really so sure, He would not have been stuck in a stalemate until now and still unable to let the army enter the southern continent."     "Don't you always understand that the one who has the upper hand in this war is not Intis, let alone the 'Eternal Sun' and 'Steam'?"

  Medici smiled and said indifferently:

  "Life always needs some challenges, isn't it more interesting this way?"

  "And doesn't this guy Soran always shout that he wants to avenge his stupid descendants? Isn't this our common choice?"

  "Jumping out to refute me at this time will only show your stupidity and cowardice."

  While He was speaking, his body was ignited, and the purple-red flames continued to rise and expand, gathering into a tall flame giant.

  The flame giant had three lips on his face, which looked extremely hideous and twisted. He clasped his hands together and dragged them in the air.

  A long sword surrounded by purple-red flames was dragged out of thin air by Him. His breath continued to expand outward, venting the meaning of conquest, disaster and dispute, causing a trace of chaos in the surging information storm.

  The lips on both sides of the Flame Giant's face kept opening and closing, and he said in a voice like a murmur:

  "It's useless even if you find the problem here."

  "The information structure here is not so easy for you to fully analyze, and if you want to break the blockade by force, you need to get past me first."

  In the constantly disturbing information storm, Renekton's figure reappeared, and his eyes kept gathering complex and illusory symbols one after another, pouring a large amount of complex and useless knowledge into Medici Soren Einhorn's mind.

  The influx of a large amount of knowledge made Medici, who had regained his status as the King of Angels, fall into a brief state of unconsciousness.

  "You seem to be very confident in the creation of 'steam'." With a low sigh, Renekton seemed to be in a good mood and explained to the Red Angel Evil Spirit:

  "The knowledge of the mysterious side is very different from the knowledge of the reality side represented by 'steam'."

  "Mystery believes in the idea that everything is a mystery, that the universe cannot be exhausted, that the truth is an illusion, and that everything is possible."

  As the words fell, his aura continued to rise, as if the vast starry sky above his head was within reach, but it could never be touched, and the end could not be seen, stepping into an unspeakable and indescribable state.

  Although the uniqueness of the "Hermit" has not been taken back, with the "Knowledge Emperor" as the cornerstone, he can also rely on his own special prying to belong to the higher level of power within the scope of his own authority.

  The faint black mist continued to pour out, creating hues, overlapping peaks, riddles and illusions around, as if to show the world the truth that cannot be summarized.

  This is the "mysterious" authority of the "Hermit"!

  He rained down "fog of thought" and "rain of senses" around him, distorting reality with the power of self and idealism, adding variables, and turning everything into an unknown state that is difficult to clarify.

  In this state, the illusory book created by the "God of Steam and Machinery" is no longer stable and perfect, and is full of mysteries.

  A thin and dense black mist covered the book, adding a touch of mystery to the illusory book.

  In the illusory book, the purple-red flames lingering in the hands of the giant red angel evil spirit kept shaking, as if they were about to go out, and as if they wanted to ignite everything around them and burn all unreasonable appearances.

  Ignoring the actions of Medici Soren Einhorn, Renekton began to reconstruct the illusory book in a mysterious way, trying to create a loophole that exists reasonably.

  Under the cover of "mystery", established facts and truths are just appearances, and everything is possible!

  Huge lavender eyes grew out of the void, they surrounded each other, layered, and constructed a passage that was both illusory and real, leading to a place outside the illusory book.

  The next second, an exaggerated giant sword with purple-red flames swirled down diagonally, trying to interrupt Renekton's movements and split him in two.

  Under the gaze of many eyes that appeared out of thin air, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted. The straight sword swung by the Red Angel Evil Spirit twisted into a strange arc in the air, spontaneously avoiding Renekton and the passage that was taking shape.

  "This messy ability is really annoying." Medici glanced at his mouth and said with a somewhat impatient tone: "You are more talented than that old dragon in pretending to be a ghost."

  Renekton smiled and explained to Medici in a good mood:

  "Under the coverage of 'mystery', common sense will no longer be common sense. Any behavior and things have variables, and I can just grasp every variable."

  As his words fell, Medici, who had transformed into a fire giant, shrank strangely and became smaller, and finally less than two meters was left. The flames that were originally swirling around his body were only sparks that kept jumping.

  Medici looked around in surprise, then laughed and said,

  "Interesting, I can feel that my body size has not changed, so you changed the surrounding environment and compressed the surrounding space to create the illusion that I was shrunk?"  Chapter 694 Suicide Success

  "There is no illusion, what you see is the truth." Renekton emphasized in a low voice.

  "Really? Then you have delayed for so long, have you found a way out?"

  Medici sneered, and as the voice fell, the flames on his body leaped up with a bang, constantly expanding, igniting the surroundings, creating an exaggerated sea of ​​red fire.

  The red flames kept moving, condensing into one exaggerated fire snake after another, trying to engulf Renekton.

  The moment he was touched by the fire snake, Renekton looked at Medici and smiled, and his body immediately became illusory and turned into a pile of bubbles.

  Under the illumination of the fire, these bubbles reflected the red color, scattered and flew away in a flash.

  Above the violent sea, a light formed by countless complex knowledge emerged out of thin air, surging rapidly, and reorganized Renekton's body.

  After looking around, he stretched out his hand and tugged at the void in front of him. A book covered with a layer of black mist was dragged out of the void by him.

  Under the black mist, red, lavender, and white flames kept leaping, trying to ignite the book.

  "Guess where I will throw this book? The starry sky, or the ground?"

  Renekton's words made the book in his hand shake more violently, and lightning, frost, and flames kept spreading, as if all kinds of disasters were brewing in the book.

  Renekton held the book in one hand to prevent it from escaping from him, and stretched out his index finger with the other hand, creating pieces of bright starlight, drawing an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol out of thin air, and engraved it on the illusory book.

  This symbol came from the pale death. When he recast this magical item before, he also analyzed the knowledge and abilities contained in it.

  As the symbol fell and was imprinted into the book, the slowly surging black mist on the illusory book became solidified.

  The flames, frost, and lightning that were constantly moving under the black fog began to weaken, and the brewing disaster began to stop. The aura of Medici gradually faded, as if it was striding towards the end of death.

  Looking at the book in his hand that was gradually becoming more and more transparent and illusory, as if it would disappear at any time, Renekton casually threw it to the sea below. With a little starlight, it sank into the sea and sank into the depths of the violent sea.

  "It's a pity that I don't have the authority of the 'Earth' and can't make the ground crack, otherwise I will definitely sink you into the 'Chaos Sea'."

  He whispered, and Renekton's body instantly became illusory, decomposing into a stream of complex information, pouring into the spirit world in the form of a torrent of information.

  In the God-forsaken Land, the historical projection of Renekton summoned by Klein suddenly became vivid and agile.

  He looked around calmly and saw the historical projections of Zaratul, Antigonus before he became a half-fool, William Augustus I, the founder of Loen, and Mr. Men when he was still an ordinary angel.

  Mr. Men at this time looked like a younger gentleman, handsome but old-fashioned, with black hair and a pair of bright blue eyes.

  With so many historical projections, wouldn't Klein be drained? Moreover, wouldn't this lineup really bring together the "Dark Demon Wolves" wandering in the God-forsaken Land? As his thoughts floated, he set his sights on Klein, and complex and illusory symbols condensed in his eyes one after another.

  In just a moment, a large amount of complex and useless knowledge was forcefully poured into Klein's mind.

  In a trance, Klein felt as if his head was about to explode. The severe pain made him unable to raise any spirits, but he himself was strangely not hurt at all.

  Amon's figure appeared silently in front of Renekton. He adjusted his monocle with one hand, looked at Klein, and said with great interest:

  "Interesting."

  As He spoke, transparent tentacles covered with mysterious patterns whipped over, and at the same time, strange monsters were constantly suspended in the air around him, like hams waiting to be dried.

  Antigonus spoke in a hoarse voice, like a puppet without any ups and downs in his tone:

  "I make a wish, and the Kingdom of God will come."

  He did not use languages ​​such as Giant Language, Dragon Language, and Elven Language, but he could also pry the power of nature. The ups and downs of his voice were somewhat similar to the howl of a wolf, which was a language unique to the magic wolf clan.

  As His words fell, the darkness around him suddenly became thick and sticky, surging like a tide, as if it had its own life, rushing towards Amon from all directions, trying to drown Him.

  Wherever the darkness was submerged and shrouded, all the monsters turned into secret puppets in an instant.

  This is the power of "darkness" and "fools", the power that the ancient god "Destruction Wolf" Flegra once held!

  Antigonus used miracles to materialize part of his father's kingdom of God into the real world.

  Amon's figure quickly expanded in the darkness, becoming as tall as a hill. The darkness brought by the ancient god's kingdom continued to surge around him, but it could never really drown him, as if he was in two different worlds.     At the same time, Arianna emerged from her hidden state. She had quietly come behind Amon, holding a bone sword covered with strange patterns in her hand, and stabbed at Amon with extremely dense darkness.

  William Augustus I, with a dull look in his eyes, clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed Amon hard, "executing Him".

  Mr. Men's historical projection disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in all directions around Amon. Mr. Men's figures were everywhere, each of them was real and could display their extraordinary abilities.

  Some of Mr. Men's figures had bright blue light flashing in their eyes, as if containing layers of illusory doors.

  The remaining Mr. Men's figures reflected an illusory, slowly turning book in their eyes, and began to use various powerful extraordinary abilities that they had recorded.

  The darkness around them became deeper and deeper, and the silver-white ripples spread out in circles, as if affecting fate, and black, purple-red, and blazing white flames emerged out of thin air.

  At the same time, starlight was constantly being transmitted, twisting and changing around Amon, forming one door after another.

  On the ground not far away, Klein's face turned pale in an instant. He had borrowed false spirituality from his past self several times in a row. Even so, his spirituality was still not enough, and he might not be able to support the consumption of these historical projections at any time.

  "Mr. Men is really amazing. His consumption of my spirituality alone has surpassed the sum of the other angel-level beings. I can't summon the historical projections of the 'apprentice' path casually in the future."

  When he was talking to himself and preparing to commit suicide again, a "tick-tock" sound suddenly rang in his ears. The whole world seemed to be still for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

  Then he saw that all the attacks imposed by the angel projections had gone wrong. Their attack targets were all modified and all turned into the historical projections of Zaratul.

  Almost in a short moment, Zaratul's historical projection experienced many blows such as fire, lightning, sleeping, being hidden, and being torn.

  Even the "secret servant" who was good at escaping and saving his life could not avoid so many attacks, and the historical projection was destroyed in an instant.

  As Zaratul left the stage, the three historical projections summoned by Him also disappeared.

  Amon's figure quietly returned to normal and fell to the ground. He looked at Renekton, who had been watching the show without taking any action, and chuckled and said,

  "How are you going to stop me?"

  As he spoke, an ancient mottled wall clock appeared behind him, and the longest hand on the wall clock turned very quickly.

  There was a constant stream of brilliance in his eyes, and Renekton, who was condensing one complex symbol after another, disappeared in an instant. With him, Arianna, who had entered a hidden state, disappeared.

  Almost at the same time that Amon stole the duration of the historical projection, Klein recited a name in a deep voice:

  "Leodro."

  Boom!

  Successfully reciting this name made Klein feel a little happy in his heart for a short time, and then his vision was submerged by the dazzling silver-white, and he completely lost consciousness and his life.

  Relying on the divine power left by the "Storm Lord" in the God-Forsaken Land, Klein took advantage of the historical projection's obstruction of Amon and successfully completed his suicide.

  This was the message that Zaratul and the others conveyed to Klein when they delayed Amon after Renekton's attempt to kill him directly failed, asking him to seize the opportunity and complete his suicide.

  The blinding silver-white did not last long. When all the electric light dissipated, a layer of the ground had disappeared, and it became bumpy, full of vitrified soil and a pungent smell of burning.

  Amon stood calmly in place, looking at the place where Klein's figure had disappeared for a long while, and exhaled a long breath and said:

  "A familiar feeling, Leodro who is always annoying."

  As His words fell, silver-white began to gather in the sky again, but it could not form, as if there was an error and it could not find a place to strike.

  The frequent lightning in the sky made the surroundings brighter. Amon took off the monocle on his right eye casually, and a thin crack appeared on the mirror surface at some point.

  Above the gray fog, Klein's figure quietly emerged.

  He let out a long breath and sat on the high-back chair that belonged to the Fool. He looked at the illusory stars that were constantly shrinking and expanding, creating crimson ripples, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  "Fortunately, if the prayers of the Tarot Club members had not pulled on my spirit for various reasons, I would have been resurrected directly on the spot and then caught by Amon again."

  With a sigh, he began to check one by one, and then responded to the prayers of the Tarot Club members.  Chapter 695 Cleaning

  After responding to the prayers from the Tarot Club members, Klein let out a long breath and leaned against the high-back chair to talk to himself:

  "Although they each have their reasons to pray to me, not everyone has important matters. The reasons for several of them to pray to me are far-fetched. Who exerted influence on this? Or, is it the manifestation of my good luck borrowed from taking Will's ice cream from history?"

  "The most urgent issue should be how to resurrect. Amon will definitely stay where I am, unless someone sends Him away, but that's useless. He still has clones, even if they are only clones at the saint level, it's very difficult for me."

  As he spoke, Klein spread his spirituality and touched the crimson star representing Renekton.

  In the city of Asak, which is at the junction of Uttar Pradesh and the Star Plateau, a torrent of information that is difficult to observe with the naked eye rushed out from the spiritual world, quickly converging and reorganizing Renekton's body.

  The war launched by the Steam Church was more intense than he expected. This gave the Rose School, which had been eyeing the Pas River Valley and Uttar Pradesh, an opportunity. Under the leadership of "Son of God" Si'a, they began to frequently harass and destroy cities and manors along the border of Uttar Pradesh.

  In the absence of more combat power, the angels of the Moss Ascetic Order could only rely on the flexibility of informatization to frequently rush to various battlefields.

  As soon as he arrived in Asak City, a thick gray fog suddenly surged in Renekton's vision. Klein's figure was looming in the gray fog, appearing extremely tall and mysterious.

  Klein's voice immediately echoed in his ears: "I have temporarily gotten rid of Amon, but I need some help."

  "Wait a minute, I saw an old friend of the Rose School."

  Renekton interrupted Klein's description. His body instantly became ethereal and decomposed into streams of information. In the blink of an eye, he crossed half of the street and reunited in front of a middle-aged man wearing a white robe inlaid with gold threads.

  The moment he saw Renekton's face clearly, a flash of astonishment flashed across his deep eye sockets, followed by deep panic.

  Renekton smiled at him and asked calmly,

  "Long time no see. Why did the East Balam Highland Resistance come to Uttar Pradesh?"

  As he spoke, the streets with few pedestrians around him and the houses with human or animal skulls hanging on them disappeared one after another, like a curtain being torn off, revealing the dark wilderness behind.

  Mahmous's brown eyes flashed with panic. He stretched out his hand and pulled on his lips. The golden nails with fine patterns embedded on his lips spontaneously bounced off. He then opened his mouth and let out a sharp whistle that pierced the spirit body.

  The whistle was drowned in the wilderness before it could reach two meters.

  Renekton stretched out his hand and dragged it in the void. Starlight quickly emerged and gathered in his hand spontaneously, bursting out with golden light and condensing into a spear that was extremely pure and extremely white.

  The strong sun's breath made Mahams feel uncomfortable instinctively, and he wanted to stay away.

  Renekton calmly looked at the strong and calm Mahams in front of him, and did not rush to kill him. He let the other party fight back and asked calmly:

  "Aren't you going to ask your teacher to save you?"

  As he spoke, his body became ethereal, as if he didn't exist at all.

  In Mahams' eyes, Renekton's figure that had just appeared disappeared quickly. The connection he tried to establish between the two sides failed before it succeeded.

  At the position where Renekton stood, a dark and sticky liquid kept seeping out, dripping onto the ground, and was swallowed up by the dark wilderness.

  The spear in Renekton's hand, which was almost made of pure sunlight, was stabbed into Mahams' body little by little, piercing through his chest and piercing into his heart.

  Mahrams' body twisted and turned into a mystical puppet made of straw and sawdust. It was pierced by the spear in Renekton's hand and quickly turned into a red flame and dissipated.

  Mahrams' figure then emerged dozens of meters away. He covered his chest with one hand and kept gasping for breath. Obviously, although he had just avoided the fatal attack, he still suffered a lot of damage and pain.

  The spear in Renekton's hand instantly flew out of his hand and pierced Mahrams' body again.

  After relying on the mystical puppet to avoid the fatal attack again, Mahrams' figure emerged in another direction.

  The spear made of pure sunlight spontaneously shattered after piercing the mystical puppet, and expanded into a miniature sun that was so white that it was bright enough to illuminate the entire city.

  Under the blazing sunlight, Mahrams' body evaporated quickly, and blue-black smoke continued to emerge from his body. At the same time, black liquid formed by countless tiny insects slowly flowed out, dripped to the ground, and was swallowed by the wilderness.

  Pure golden light like a tide surged from everywhere, turning into golden shackles that imprisoned him tightly.

  Under the erosion of the pure sun's aura, Mahmud's various extraordinary abilities were always destroyed before they were formed.

  As time passed, Mahmud's body gradually became shriveled, like a dried corpse, and a little pale fluorescence began to precipitate from his body.

  This was the extraordinary characteristic that was forcibly precipitated under the "purification" of the sun's light.     When Renekton thought that Sua would not appear and was going to directly transform Mahams into a Beyonder, a viscous black liquid suddenly flowed out of his shriveled body. It was a very corrosive liquid.

  These liquids seemed to come alive, wriggling strangely, and spreading around, making the feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness spread rapidly.

  Under the infection of the "filthy" power, the surroundings instantly dried up and cracked, and madness continued to spread. In the dark wilderness, pale skulls, eyeballs with obvious blood vessels, tongues with fangs, and evil twisted scarlet vines grew.

  These strange creatures that grew twisted and intertwined, forming the shape of an evil twisted tree, like a twisted arm, slapping hard at the direction where Renekton was.

  Under the influence of this "arm", the surrounding spirituality continued to change, and it seemed to turn into layers of barriers, trying to bind Renekton in place and restrict his movements.

  Boom!

  Amidst the loud clapping sounds, a bunch of bubbles reflecting dreamy colors flew out, and they shattered under the infection of filth and curse, and disappeared in an instant.

  Renekton's figure emerged in the air. He stretched out his hand and dragged a long spear of ancient style from the void. From the tip to the handle, there were balls of blood burning one after another. The dark

  red spear was thrown out by him, stretched and enlarged in the air, nailing the twisted and evil "arm" to the ground.

  During the struggle, the "arm" gradually turned bright red, and it seemed to be flowing with gurgling bright red blood. Even the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

  The power of the "abyss" was restless and expanding, giving people a feeling as if it was a volcano that could erupt at any time, as if it would directly destroy everything around it the moment it erupted.

  "This feeling is similar to the 'blood bomb' of the 'Rose Bishop'. Is this the inspiration from the explosion of the Aurora?"

  He muttered to himself, and Renekton's figure became transparent and illusory, and he directly left this space created by the mysterious reproduction.

  The moment he left, bright red flooded everything.

  In Asak City, Renekton's figure appeared silently on the street. Thick green vines fell from the sky, covering the entire city like a rainstorm, burying the extraordinary people of the "alien" and "demon" paths in the city deeply, and sent them to another space interwoven by pea vines.

  This scene did not attract anyone's attention. Whether it was the ordinary people in this city or the extraordinary people, they seemed to be completely blind to the green vines that kept falling and the people who disappeared around them one after another.

  After solving the problem in Asak City, Renekton found a quiet place to sit down. Green vines fell one by one, quickly covering his figure.

  Above the gray fog, Klein sat at the top of the mottled long table, looking at Renekton and Azik on the right side of the table, and described his previous experiences and current state in detail.

  At the end, he added: "Is there any way to change the place where I am resurrected? Or can I only choose to continue living as an undead?"

  Renekton leaned against the back of the chair and gave a concise reminder:

  "Twist, or cheat, fool the rules."

  Azik frowned and thought for a while and said:

  "Only when you reach the level of angels and have undergone a qualitative change, you can achieve this."

  "But there are not many extraordinary people in these paths, and even fewer who can become angels. The only ones I can think of are Amon and Zaratul, whom you have already met."

  "There is another one, Pales Zoroast, who is parasitic on my colleague Leonard Mitchell in Tingen City."

  Klein reacted quickly and planned to ask Leonard's grandfather for help.

  This thought just arose, but soon sank. I just pretended to be Amon and frightened Pales Zoroast, and now I went to him for help. The old man should laugh twice in mockery, and then firmly said: No help.

  Renekton glanced at Klein, and he could probably guess what he was thinking now, so he chuckled and said:

  "I took some spirit insects from Zaratul before. You can try to make a talisman with the effect of "fooling" or "tampering."

  "I'll try."

  Klein nodded heavily and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Whether asking Pales Zoroast for help or making a talisman with the effect of "fooling" by himself, it is better than choosing to die and then being active as a dead spirit.

  After discussing Klein's problem, Renekton turned his head to look at Mr. Azik beside him, nodded to him and said:

  "Mr. Azik, I think I may need some help."