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 Chapter 696 The Party Begins

  Seeing Azik turn his body and look over with a listening look, Renekton said in detail:

  "Because of the death of George III, there is chaos in the top leadership of Loen. Under the influence of the war, Loen's colonial rule over East Balam is no longer solid. The delicate balance between the various forces has been broken, and the warlords of all parties have begun to fight for territory. Now the entire southern continent is in chaos."

  "The believers of the Rose School and the 'Original Moon' are now particularly active. In addition, with the constraints of Intis and the two major churches, we can't spare too much energy to quell the chaos."

  "I would like to ask you to help take care of the cities in the Pas River Valley and Uttar Pradesh to prevent them from being hit too hard."

  Azik nodded slightly, his expression was relatively gentle, but his tone was still flat, "Okay."

  Klein thought of something and asked curiously:

  "I failed several times in a row when I summoned your historical projection before, and it took a long time for you to project your consciousness after I succeeded. Is it because you are dealing with the war problem in the southern continent?"

  "No, I was simply sealed by the 'steam' for a while."

  Renekton shook his head and did not explain the question too much. Instead, he asked:

  "What is the difference between you summoning my historical projection and others?"

  "Different?" Klein hesitated and thought for a moment, then said uncertainly:

  "It should be no different, except that your projection always gives me a sense of incompleteness."

  "But this should be my own fault. When summoning people and things with higher status than myself, the projection is only part of the power and characteristics. Moreover, your status and strength are the highest among the historical projections I summoned, so the restrictions in this regard are naturally greater."

  Renekton nodded gently and did not dwell on this topic for too long.

  After a short silence, Klein spoke again:

  "Because of some information provided by Amon, my 'Ancient Scholar' potion has been digested. I plan to be promoted to the next sequence as soon as possible in order to escape from the God-Forsaken Land."

  After a pause, he added: "In what aspects can the characteristics of the 'Miracle Master' be obtained?"

  After reading the "Fool" card, he has mastered the potion formula and ritual of the "Miracle Master". Although the current situation is troublesome, it is also a good opportunity to complete the ritual.

  What better place than Silver City and the Forsaken Land to bring a lost history back to the present era? I only need to help Little Sun and his friends escape from the Forsaken Land and let most people outside the Forsaken Land know about Silver City, and the ceremony can be completed.

  Whether I want to leave the Forsaken Land myself or help the people of Silver City escape from the Forsaken Land, all this is inseparable from the Giant King's Court, and I have already obtained the key to the gate of the Giant King's Court from "Iceberg Vice Admiral" Edwina Edwards. Oh, it's hard not to suspect that all this was arranged in advance.

  In many things, the figure of the "All-Knowing One" can actually be seen, but His presence is not eye-catching, and there is no quiet horror like the "audience", but it is also terrifying!

  While thinking, he looked at Renekton. Among the people present, he must be the one who knows the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" best. Perhaps he also contributed to the plans of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom".

  As he pondered the issue of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and Renekton, Azik leaned back in his chair, recalled, and said,

  "The number of Sequence Twos in different paths is different. If I remember correctly, when the 'Servants of Mysteries' are full, there can only be six 'Miracle Masters'."

  "There are two existing 'Servants of Mysteries', namely Zaratul and Antigonus. I don't know if they have more characteristics, but I guess they do." "

  There won't be too many characteristics of 'Miracle Masters' left outside. During the War of the Four Emperors, I participated in killing a 'Miracle Master' from the Antigonus family, but his remains were taken away by an angel from the Church of the Storm at the time."

  "In addition, I remember that the 'Eternal Sun' Church has a related Level 0 sealed object."

  Renekton nodded slightly, and then added,

  "There is also a wishing lamp, but that is a seal. It cannot be taken out now."

  "Your best choice is in the God-Forsaken Land. The 'Dark Wolf' Kotal has a Sequence 2 characteristic. You can snatch it away, or you can get rid of the wolf together. The characteristics on Him are relatively safer." "

  'Dark Wolf'?" Klein nodded after pondering, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Amon should be able to guess my thoughts. Even most of my knowledge of digesting the 'Ancient Scholar' potion comes from Him."

  "So after you are resurrected, you must move. You can't stay in one place for too long. The battle with the 'Dark Wolf' must be quick. Leave before Amon arrives, otherwise you and Kotal will become His trophies together."

  Renekton mentioned casually. He was not too worried about Klein's safety. At least before he finished exploring the Giant King's Court, he was relatively safe.

  Klein nodded seriously, then materialized his gold pocket watch, checked the time, and said casually,

  "It's almost time for the party."

  As he spoke, he raised his right hand and materialized his own small "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table.     "The World" Gehrman Sparrow saluted skillfully and said,

  "Good afternoon, both of you."

  Looking at the figure of "The World", Klein sighed thoughtfully,

  "Fortunately, I am dead, otherwise the spirituality I borrowed from my historical self would be enough to make me collapse."

  "Once those false spiritualities are exhausted, I will immediately enter a state of spiritual exhaustion. In addition, I have already lost a lot of spiritual insects at that time, and there is a high probability that I will collapse directly or even die."

  "Although this can also achieve the purpose of suicide, it is the worst case scenario. Even if you survive, your spirit will be polluted, and you may even be resurrected as a monster."

  Azik comforted in a deep voice, "You have temporarily gotten rid of Amon."

  Klein smiled and did not continue the topic. Time soon came to three o'clock in the afternoon. Klein pulled the members of the Tarot Club up on time.

  The deep red light quickly rose from the gray-white mist and quickly shrank, condensing into a series of vague figures on both sides of the mottled long table.

  The moment they came to their senses, the members of the Tarot Club almost subconsciously looked at Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table.

  Seeing that Mr. Fool was still sitting there leisurely, they were obviously relieved. At this time, Leonard, the Star, Cattleya, and others turned their heads to look at the World at the bottom.

  After confirming that there was no extra monocle in the right eye of Mr. Fool, and that the World was sitting in its seat intact, Leonard finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  At the same time, Audrey, the Justice, also retracted her gaze. She lifted her skirt and bowed to the top of the mottled long table, saying,

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

  After seeing that the World, Gehrman Sparrow, was intact and sitting in his seat without any abnormality, the other members of the Tarot Club also participated in this Tarot Club well, which made her feel a little comforted and her mood improved a lot.

  After all the members of the Tarot Club finished their greetings, nodded to each other, and sat down, Klein glanced at everyone casually and chuckled,

  "You seem to be very curious about whether today's Tarot Club can be held as usual."

  Before everyone could react, he continued,

  "I used the body of the 'world' to play a game with Amon during this period. Fortunately, it didn't delay too much time."

  There are two identities in the game, one is the person who plays the game, and the other is the person who is played. Renekton restrained his upturned mouth corners and completed Klein's words in his mind.

  He turned his head to look at Mr. Azik beside him, and could clearly see that the other's shoulders were also shaking slightly, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

  Klein, who was sitting leisurely on the high-backed chair, glanced at the two people with a sidelong glance, and the expression on his face almost couldn't hold it back. Oh, it's great, another day of social death.

  Klein felt as if a spirit worm was slowly crawling on his face. He took a deep breath and kept comforting himself in his heart to restrain himself. Don't think about it. Don't think about

  it. He looked around the hall and saw that no one was talking. He leaned back in his chair and said with a smile,

  "You guys start."

  The members of the Tarot Club looked at each other with their own goals and ideas, and decided to postpone their questions until the free exchange session.

  Seeing that no one spoke, Klein controlled his trumpet "World" and looked at "Star" Leonard and said:

  "Please ask that person for me, what price do I have to pay if I want two Time Worms."

  After a pause, he asked "World" to look up at the top of the mottled long table, and then continued:

  "This is related to whether I can get out of trouble."

  Leonard immediately asked: "Get out of trouble? What did you encounter?"

  "World" Gehrman Sparrow showed a bitter smile from the heart and said:

  "I'm dead."

  In the astonished and surprised eyes of "Justice", "Magician", "Moon" and others, he continued:

  "Mr. 'Fool' prepaid the miracle of resurrection for me in advance, so death is not too scary for me."

  "But the place where I resurrect cannot be too far away from the corpse, and Amon will definitely leave some clones squatting there. I need something that can modify the place where I resurrect to get rid of Amon."

  "This is my own dilemma, so I hope to solve it by myself."

  After Klein finished speaking, the Tarot Club fell into a deathly silence, and even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.  Chapter 697 Preparation

  "Magician" Fors' eyes widened in disbelief. This was definitely the most shocking words she had ever heard since she became a Beyonder. The miracle of resurrection from the dead! No wonder Gehrman Sparrow was so crazy. It turned out that he was not afraid of death at all. How enviable!

  "Justice" Audrey also looked at "World" Gehrman Sparrow with surprise, and then turned her head slightly to look at the top of the mottled long table:

  Mr. "Fool"'s posture did not change at all, which showed that this miracle of resurrection from the dead was not a difficult thing for Him? Resurrection from the dead, this is something that even the Seven Gods cannot do!

  But why did "World" say it was an advance payment? Is this a special ability that he will have after reaching a certain sequence in his path? It's really enviable!

  "Hermit" Cattleya lowered her head slightly. She thought of something. When she was with the "Mysterious Queen" before, she heard the other party talk about a sequence called "Miracle Master". At that time, she used this sentence to describe it: Resurrection from the dead is a miracle!

  Is this the path that Mr. "Fool" has mastered? You can write to the Queen later, as she has a deep understanding of the secrets in this regard.

  Is this why you can reappear after being killed by Ince Zangwill? Leonard "Star" looked at "World" with a complicated expression, took a deep breath, and said:

  "I will ask Him, but it may not be easy. He is still a little angry about the last incident, and may take the opportunity to blackmail him. I will try my best to persuade Him."

  Klein controlled the trumpet "World" and nodded in response: "No problem, this is not the only option."

  Then he looked at "Magician" Fors and said:

  "Help me ask the Abraham family if they still have the 'Star Worm' whose spirituality has not been completely lost. If so, what do they need to exchange for it."

  Renekton raised his hand and interrupted Klein's words:

  "Don't bother writing a letter to ask, I can tell you directly that there is none."

  "Star Worms are somewhat different from Spirit Worms and Time Worms. They cannot be used to parasitize or manipulate others. Naturally, there are very few secret mages who would separate their own Star Worms. After all, under normal circumstances, no one would use a knife to cut their own flesh."

  Klein nodded, sighed in his heart, and then let the "World" turn its attention to the "Chariot" Anderson:

  "When do you plan to do the commission to hunt down the 'Secret Saint' Butis?"

  "Ah?" Anderson was stunned for a moment. He had no idea how the topic would shift to himself, but looking at Gehrman Sparrow who was staring at him seriously, he coughed and said:

  "I'm still collecting information. The war in the southern continent has become fierce again recently. An experienced and powerful 'Iron Knight' like me will inevitably attract attention from many parties. It is not easy to find a suitable opportunity to take action."

  "I will go to the southern continent soon." Azik, who had been sitting quietly and listening, suddenly spoke up.

  What on earth did this "Secret Saint" do wrong? Why do one or two of them want to kill him?

  Anderson was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said,

  "I will sort out the information after today's gathering, and then formulate a detailed plan to ensure that the problem will not be discovered by those crazy people who like to play with human bombs."

  Azik nodded slightly, retracted his gaze, leaned on the back of the chair, and continued to be a quiet listener.

  Anderson is really realistic. Klein muttered in his heart, letting the "world" lower its head and calm down, as if I have explained my affairs and you can continue.

  After no one continued to initiate commissions, the Tarot Club smoothly entered the free exchange session.

  "Sun" Derrick spoke first:

  "Everyone, we, Silver City, have begun exploring the Giant King's Court. We have set out from Afternoon Town and arrived at the edge of the Giant King's Court. We are ready to start exploring after resting."

  "What does the Giant King's Court look like?" "Magician" Forth asked with some curiosity.

  "Sun" Derrick wanted to describe it directly, but found that he could not think of many words to describe the magnificence of the Giant King's Court he saw, so he prayed to Mr. "Fool" and materialized the picture of the Giant King's Court he had seen.

  Everyone was briefly immersed in the splendor and grandeur of the ancient god's kingdom. After "Fool" Klein withdrew the picture, they continued to explore the Giant King's Court and exchanged ideas for a while until the end of this Tarot meeting.

  As the crimson light rose, only Klein's figure was left in the magnificent and ancient palace hall, leaning on the high-backed chair at the top of the mottled long table.

  Backlund, the underground of Saint Samuel's Church.

  After finishing today's Tarot meeting, Leonard found Pallez who was parasitic on him and told him what he had seen and Klein's questions.

  Finally, he added: "Old man, what do you plan to let Klein use in exchange for the Time Worm?"

  Pales snorted coldly and said in a bad tone:

  "Why should I give the Time Worm to that rude little guy? He can completely seek the help of the 'Fool', which can also fool the rules and change the place where he is resurrected."

  Pales' answer made Leonard feel helpless, and he could only continue to persuade:

  "Wouldn't you gain nothing in that case? Don't you want to get another one or two Yesterday's Reappearance Charms?"

  "Gain? Do you really think your former colleague just wants to use the Time Worm to make a talisman with a fraudulent effect to help himself out of trouble?"     "Then why didn't he have just one, but two?"

  Pales said in a tone that seemed to be a bit disappointed.

  Leonard was stunned for a moment, and said in confusion: "Isn't it for insurance? What if the talisman fails?"

  Pales snorted and said unhappily:

  "According to your description, he is still looking for star bugs. Together, they are the auxiliary materials for the sequence 2 potion. Together with the Silver City you described, they just meet the requirements of the 'Miracle Master' promotion ceremony."

  "Moreover, as far as I know, there should be a 'Dark Demon Wolf' wandering in the God-Forsaken Land. For those who want to be promoted to 'Miracle Master', it is a natural material. The 'Fool' is not just taking care of your former colleague."

  Leonard was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he didn't react to the dilemma that Klein was facing, but in the old man's eyes, it turned into Mr. Fool's favor to him!

  After a two-second pause, he said hesitantly, "But Klein's current situation is still dangerous, and he was previously used as a carrier for the fight between Mr. Fool and Amon."

  Pales snorted, and said in a tone that this was no big deal:

  "But this also allowed him to arrive at the God-Forsaken Land smoothly, didn't it?"

  "And with the 'miracle' that the 'Fool' advanced, dying one or two times is not a problem at all. You know, among the twenty-two paths, the most difficult to kill are those timid 'fortune tellers'."

  Leonard tried hard to digest the information in Pales' words. After a long silence, he continued,

  "Old man, since Mr. 'Fool' has had a fight with Amon, it is normal for Him to have some time worms in His hands, and Klein doesn't have to trade with you."

  "You've finally become smarter." Pales sighed, and then continued:

  "Two angel-level yesterday reappearance spells. If your former colleague agrees, I will give him two time worms."

  In the God-forsaken Land, outside the Giant King's Court, the exploration team of Silver City was resting in a temporary camp, preparing for the next exploration.

  Derrick, who was sitting on the edge of the fire, suddenly saw a thick gray fog in his vision, and the prayer of "World" Gehrman Sparrow echoed in his ears.

  The gray fog in his vision quickly dissipated. Derrick kept sitting on the stone slab as if nothing had happened, thinking about how to leave the team and hold a prayer ceremony.

  It's amazing that Mr. "World" found a solution to the dilemma so quickly. However, I am now in the exploration team and cannot act alone. I can only consult with the chief.

  Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the chief who was sitting cross-legged under a half-collapsed stone wall, and quickly stood up and approached.

  In the sky above Asak City in Uttar Pradesh, invisible to the naked eye, a verdant forest interwoven with countless vines was slowly creeping, with dark and sticky liquid constantly seeping out. The originally verdant vines were stained with mottled red rust and burning with flames that smelled of sulfur.

  Renekton's figure emerged silently below the forest. He held up a slowly rotating ball of star sand in his right hand, and one star after another emerged around him, densely packed and dazzling.

  The pure and clear brilliance intertwined, completely purifying the verdant forest that was polluted by the breath and power of the "abyss", and dissolving it into nothingness.

  After doing all this, Renekton's figure shook and appeared directly in the city on the ground.

  "The 'dark side of the universe's' attempt to break free from control and pollution has instead allowed the 'fallen mother goddess' to gain further control over the abyss."

  "It's 'filth' and 'curse' again. If this continues, the land of the southern continent will not be able to withstand the tossing."

  After muttering to himself, his inspiration was suddenly triggered. A piece of light yellow letter paper fell from the spirit world. He reached out to catch it and unfolded it in front of him.

  The handwriting on the letter paper was not neat, and each word was written in large letters, revealing a sense of casualness and laxity.

  Renekton took a quick glance at the contents of the letter, and pulled the corner of his mouth with some difficulty in commenting, saying:

  "You want me to help find and contract some powerful spirits to digest the magic potion of the 'spiritual witch'. This shortcut is definitely not something Leonard can think of on his own."  Chapter 698 Traces of the Dark Wolf

  "It's comfortable to have an old man with me. Even digesting the potion is helped by someone."

  After muttering to himself, Renekton reached out and wiped the letter paper. The handwriting on it floated up spontaneously and turned into a three-part honorific name:

  "The lover of knowledge and mystery, the ferryman of all death, the great Prak Eggers."

  He threw the letter paper into the spirit world. Under the influence of the spirit, the letter paper spontaneously returned to the book messenger and was sent to where Leonard was.

  After replying to Leonard, Renekton went directly to the underground of the Church of Knowledge in Asak City, ready to rest first and plan the resurrection of Roselle.

  As soon as he sat on the chair, Renekton felt that some information belonging to his past self was pulled out of history.

  "No wonder the 'Ancient Scholar' needs to be so close to the historical projection when summoning it. If it was someone I don't know who bothered me, I would definitely pack a mysterious reappearance gift package and send it to him."

  As he sighed in a low voice, thick green pea vines continued to hang down from the ceiling, quickly submerging his body.

  God Forsaken Land, outside the Giant King's Court.

  Renekton's historical projection suddenly became vivid. He looked around curiously, and his eyes lingered on the Giant King's Court frozen in the dusk. Even though it was not the first time he saw the Giant King's Court, the scene here was still shocking.

  Retracting his gaze, Renekton turned his head to look at Klein and asked:

  "Calculating the time, you should have just been resurrected, why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

  Klein replied calmly:

  "Ask your historical projection to take me away from here. The speed of moving in the information torrent state is much faster than relying on secret dolls and teleportation."

  "Transportation?" Renekton sighed speechlessly, and then sighed:

  "Next time, let me know in advance about this kind of thing, so I don't have to project my consciousness over."

  While speaking, he had already placed a hand on Klein's shoulder to help him transform into the posture of an information torrent.

  The information torrent, which was as complex and terrifying as a torrent, was composed of waves of complex information. It surged like a torrent in an illusory posture, heading far to the north of the Giant King's Court, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

  Before this historical projection reached its duration, Renekton brought Klein to a wasteland north of the Giant King's Court.

  The traces of dry riverbeds were everywhere. A city with dark outlines, shadowy shadows, and light mist stood in front of him.

  Compared to a city, it was more like a specimen frozen in the endless darkness. It was eerily quiet and full of horror.

  With the help of information interaction, he could clearly see the situation in the city. In the slowly dissipating mist, people wearing linen robes or animal skins fell in different places on the street, as if they suddenly lost their lives and fell on the spot at a certain moment in their peaceful life.

  Retracting his gaze, Renekton looked at Klein and said with a smile:

  "An abandoned secret city, you should know what this means."

  Klein nodded slightly and sighed in a low voice:

  "The ritual required to promote to the 'Secret Servant', the only one who can be promoted here is the 'Dark Demon Wolf'. I hope He has not succeeded yet."

  Before he finished speaking, Renekton's historical projection had reached the upper limit of its duration and spontaneously dissipated to the side.

  Klein let out a long breath. He summoned his historical projection, then hid his real body in the historical mist, allowing his consciousness to awaken on the projection.

  He then reached out again and summoned Renekton's historical projection from the historical pore. After a slight delay, Renekton transmitted his consciousness over.

  He looked at Klein, who had been replaced by the historical projection, and said in a flat voice:

  "Actually, you don't have to be so careful. There is no danger here except for corpses and monsters."

  While speaking, he put a hand on Klein's shoulder and helped him transform into an information torrent posture, passing through the light mist and entering the interior of the long-abandoned city.

  With the help of the active information form, Klein quickly looked around.

  Just as Renekton said, this place had long been abandoned, and the fallen humans and monsters had already shown signs of decay.

  Some of them sat on chairs, some leaned against the wall, and some sat on the ground, blowing bone flutes

  as a "fortune teller". He could clearly feel the freshness and vitality of this place before it was turned into a secret doll. They suddenly solidified at a certain moment, constantly repeating what they did in their lifetime, until they were abandoned and became a relic in the darkness.

  Under the leadership of Renekton, Klein carefully observed the entire city and finally came to a church that was still well preserved.

  While looking around, he whispered to himself:

  "A city made up purely of secret dolls, but because there are not many living people in the God-forsaken Land, it is difficult to have enough interactions, which also makes this ceremony difficult."

  "The 'Dark Demon Wolf' seemed to have given up this place in a hurry. Who is he avoiding? Amon? Or other angels active here?"     Renekton did not answer Klein's question. He walked to the eight-legged wolf statue in front of him and reached out to touch it. Countless information flows surged in his eyes, like a vast galaxy.

  After a moment, Renekton withdrew his hand and said helplessly:

  "He has done something to this statue, so it cannot be traced back."

  Klein nodded slightly, not surprised by this. He stared at the statue of the "Dark Wolf" and thought for a while. He asked:

  "Can we infer where the Dark Wolf had been hiding before by the materials used to carve the statue?"

  "Although I have been to the magical place, I don't know the distribution of minerals here."

  "Why don't you ask me?"

  As soon as Renekton finished speaking, a familiar voice sounded nearby, coming from a body lying on the street outside the church.

  The body that had fallen to the ground stood up a little stiffly, holding a monocle that he had found from somewhere in his hand and put it on his right eye.

  Amon looked at Klein, who had disappeared beside Renekton, and laughed,

  "He ran really fast."

  "Aren't you in a hurry to leave? You are just a historical projection, so you can't fight me. I can even use the connection between you and the 'Ancient Scholar' to create errors and make myself appear next to him."

  Renekton shrugged and replied in a flat tone,

  "If you could do it, you wouldn't talk to me so much."

  Before he finished speaking, his historical projection dissipated directly, and Klein withdrew the maintenance of this historical projection.

  In the southern continent, in the emerald forest interwoven by countless pea vines, Renekton opened his eyes leisurely.

  He glanced around briefly, and then complained,

  "Really, you are so cautious, you directly lifted the maintenance of my historical projection."

  "Forget it, let him play by himself, I also have to prepare for the resurrection of Roselle." As soon as

  the voice fell, his body instantly became virtual, decomposing into a stream of complex and pure information, rushing out of the emerald forest like a torrent.

  In the northern part of the Misty Sea, the Dawn quietly left the battlefield along the coast of the southern continent and sailed on the foggy sea.

  In the captain's room on the upper deck of the cabin, Roselle was in a good mood, sitting by the bay window, looking at the fog slowly dissipating on the sea and said:

  "Because of those 'weather sorcerers', the Misty Sea has not seen sunlight for a long time. People who stay in this environment for a long time will have various psychological problems."

  "There is a sequence called 'psychologist'." Renekton followed Roselle's words and paused. He changed the subject and asked:

  "Have you thought of your honorable name? You were killed just after becoming the 'Black Emperor'. You should not have had time to prepare for this, right?"

  Roselle nodded gently and said:

  "I had thought of it before I was promoted, but I am no longer the Archon of Intis, and the previous honorable name needs some modification."

  "The creator of rules, the shadow of order, the supreme emperor."

  As the two talked, the sailing speed of the Dawn gradually slowed down, and Bernadette's figure stood out from a field of green pea vines.

  She looked out the window calmly and said concisely and forcefully:

  "We have arrived at our destination. This island belongs to Feynaporte. It is not very big and there are no fixed shipping lanes around it. Apart from the fishing boats along the coast, few people come near it."

  As she spoke, the door and windows of the captain's room opened automatically. The monocular telescope placed on the table twisted its body strangely and jumped into the air. An eye grew on each end of the telescope, one eye looking at the island in the distance, and the other eye projecting the scene above.

  After observing the island ahead and the surrounding sea area on the boat for a while, Bernadette nodded calmly and said:

  "There are no people staying on the island, and there are no ships, special spirits, or strange creatures in the nearby sea area.",  Chapter 699 Return (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!!)

  Roselle nodded and stared at Bernadette with the eyes of an old father for a long time. When Bernadette turned her head away, he coughed, turned his eyes away, and said nonchalantly:

  "The Church of the Earth is still very credible in this regard, but I always feel that the 'Mother Earth' is very contradictory at times, and this should not only be the influence of the 'Original Moon'."

  "It won't be long before you know the answer, an answer that will surprise everyone."

  Renekton replied casually. Without waiting for Roselle to ask, his body instantly became illusory, decomposing into streams of information, rushing towards the island in front.

  A quiet and dim starlight was looming in the light mist. Gradually, the surrounding sea breeze became quiet, and the constantly rolling waves were also reduced a lot. The originally light mist became thicker and continued to spread outward, covering a large area of ​​the surrounding sea.

  In the captain's room, Roselle looked at Bernadette, smiled and nodded, saying:

  "I'm going to shut down for a while. When I wake up again, we can really meet."

  "Yes, it will work." Bernadette nodded solemnly in response.

  Roselle smiled and nodded firmly, and dark red and silver-white light spots continued to emanate from him.

  On the island covered by thick fog, eyes emerged from the fog, flashing pure light, looking at every wisp of wind, every drop of water, and every piece of soil around.

  Renekton stood in the center of the island, holding the wish spell he got from Zaratul in his hand, while infusing spirituality, he whispered in ancient Hermetic language:

  "I make a wish"

  The surroundings suddenly became dark, and countless gray-white light spots appeared in front of Renekton's eyes. He reached out and grabbed one of the light spots with his intuition.

  The invisible torrent surged from the depths of the collective subconscious ocean, carrying a strange power, and quickly swept around.

  The barren island, which was piled up with many reefs and shells, expanded rapidly. Soil appeared on the ground, and lush trees grew. A huge mausoleum made of neatly cut boulders emerged.

  Renekton's figure was even more covered by the mausoleum. He appeared directly inside the mausoleum, in the hall with a dark throne.

  A human figure made of pure shadows instantly appeared in front of Renekton. There were many large and small cracks on its body, and light blue starlight or deep red moonlight kept pouring out of it, full of chaos and distortion.

  "As the 'Black Emperor', you should be able to keep your balance."

  Sighing at the black figure in front of him who seemed to have no reason at all, Renekton raised his hand and pressed it on its shoulder. The deep blue and purple brilliance in his eyes flowed, condensing one complex and illusory symbol after another. At the same time, he stepped back and pulled a deep red figure from it.

  Without any pause, Renekton's other hand drew an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol in the air, a symbol of pale death!

  Under the infection of death, the color of the crimson figure without the support of power continued to fade, and its movements became slow, as if it was striding towards the end of death.

  In less than two seconds, its breath decayed to the extreme, and it uncontrollably turned into a pile of debris and dust, floating all over the ground.

  As the pollution from the "original moon" was cleaned up by Renekton, the cracks on the dark figure quickly faded and disappeared.

  His reason gradually returned, and two small cracks appeared on his head, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

  After a brief silence, Roselle said in a voice filled with deep fatigue:

  "The pollution that has troubled me for so long was solved so easily by you. This makes me look like a waste, don't you know?"

  "Should I say: Have you finally had a correct understanding of yourself?" Renekton casually replied.

  As he spoke, eyes grew out of thin air around him. They stared at the black shadow that materialized Roselle's will from different directions, extracting information from his body. This was the pollution of the "wilderness of knowledge".     Roselle, who was left with only a shadow, froze for a moment, and said slowly, "It's better for you not to speak."

  After a pause, he continued, "I need to adjust my state, which won't take too long."

  "Within a quarter of an hour, the 'primitive moon' can't find you, let alone erode you."

  Renekton nodded in response, and his body instantly became virtual, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, which enveloped the entire island in the form of a torrent of information, constantly surging, creating an exaggerated information storm.

  Silently, the surroundings became dim, and the thick fog became dark, faintly revealing an illusory and hazy starry sky, a starry sky projected from the astral world!

  In the mausoleum, Roselle, who was composed of pure shadows, seemed to have grown flesh and blood inside, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically.

  After a moment of silence, two cracks appeared on his head again, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

  His eyes penetrated the mausoleum built of boulders and the thick fog, and looked at the "Dawn" anchored dozens of miles away.

  In the captain's room, the gray-white slate engraved with many strange symbols and logos held by Bernadette seemed to be attracted, and instantly became dark, leaching out a shadow like a substance, and dissipated little by little in her hands.

  The next second, this strange slate appeared directly in Russell's hand, turning into a substantial shadow flowing into his body.

  The dark figure squirmed uncontrollably, grew a head of slightly curly long hair, and the outlines of the bridge of the nose, lips, ears, and beard appeared on his face. He put on a heavy coat. Although it was still pitch black, it made people feel his dignity and magnificence.

  His body was quite illusory, as if it had become some kind of illusion, as if it was isolated in another world, constantly being lifted up, becoming magnificent and tall, and ascending into the star realm.

  During this process, he saw the deep red gushing out from under the mausoleum, like a red moon about to rise.

  Above the red moon, thin black mist continued to pour out, creating strange colors, overlapping peaks, riddles and illusions, as if it was as difficult to break through as an indescribable truth, and the red moon that wanted to rise was firmly confined underground.

  "The authority of 'mystery' already has a hint of 'hidden sage'. No, in a sense, it even surpasses 'hidden sage'."

  "After going around in circles, it finally mixed with these two paths."

  "Is this fate? From the moment I chose to become a 'universalist', I have been watched, put on the chessboard, and included in the script. Oh, I must have been in contact with the 'audience' too much, so I always think about the script."

  While talking to himself, Roselle had ascended to the starry world. He felt a series of gazes coming at him, from the ground, from the starry world, and from the starry sky.

  They were either full of malice, or indifferent, or joyful and excited.

  Roselle did not pay attention to the gazes of these angels, true gods, and evil gods. His resurrection had begun, and it could not be reversed or stopped.

  As he reestablished his connection with the real world, he felt his own anchor, the spirit and will within it, which came from his daughter, his believers, and his subjects.

  The figure gradually became clearer and more colorful, but still illusory, Roselle curled his lips and let his voice reach the ears of everyone who had a real or mystical connection with him:

  "Intis, your emperor is back!"  Chapter 700 Resurrection Failed

  In the captain's cabin of the "Dawn", Bernadette listened to the familiar voice echoing in her ears, and a vague figure was reflected in her eyes, a figure she was very familiar with, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her mouth.

  On the "Future" sailing in the Sonia Sea, Cattleya's body suddenly stiffened, and a deep light purple flashed in her eyes. Her eyes carefully looked around the ship and the surrounding seas.

  "Is this the voice of Emperor Roselle? He, no, He is resurrected?" Cattleya's voice was a little out of control.

  She had never seen this legendary figure, but because of her relationship with Bernadette, she knew a lot about Roselle, and her inner feelings were admiration.

  Feeling the voice still faintly echoing in her ears and the illusory figure emerging in her eyes, her intuition as a "mystic" told her that this was Emperor Roselle, the Emperor Roselle who returned as a great existence!

  On the "Black Emperor" traveling through the spirit world, the figure of "King of the Five Seas" Nast walked out of the cabin in the blink of an eye and appeared at the front of the deck.

  The dark hull of the "Black Emperor" faded away, quickly leaving the spirit world and appearing on the surface of the foggy sea.

  Nast looked deeply at the sky shrouded in thin mist. The bright starlight broke through the blockade of the mist, reflecting a hazy galaxy below and into the eyes of every Intis person, allowing them to see Roselle's figure and hear his voice.

  The Republic of Intis on the northern continent, the entire country fell into a strange silence, and most people's eyes showed confusion, excitement, and helplessness. They dared not believe what they saw and heard, but they dared not not believe it.

  The Extraordinary who knew more and knew more was also silent, with complicated emotions, both unbelievable and inexplicably excited.

  Thanks to Roselle's legendary experience and his outstanding contributions in the fields of reality and mysticism, in Intis, as long as he is not from the Soran family or other noble descendants who have been suppressed by him, his reputation is very good, and he is the goal and idol of many young people.

  For a "black emperor", a true god, this is a natural advantage, because every Intis citizen who worships him is his anchor and his belief in stabilizing his own state.

  Because of the existence of the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church, even the Soran family, which was once the royal family of Intis, can only suppress and reduce Roselle's influence, but cannot directly blacken and prohibit everything about him.

  And now, they regret not withstanding the pressure of the Steam Church and completely erasing Roselle from the history of Intis.

  On the foggy sea, in the fleet of Intis, almost everyone heard the words echoing in their ears and saw the hazy and illusory, but extremely oppressive figure.

  This effect did not last long. With a flash of rust and blood-stained lightning, the "Weather Warlock" hidden in the mist used the angel-level "psychic communication" to tightly connect everyone on the fleet and strip away the influence exerted by Roselle.

  In the illusory and abstract star world, dark shadows continued to flow out and spread around, making the entire star world look much dimmer.

  Under the interweaving of shadows, it seemed to construct a world of the dark side of order, where a dark and majestic throne stood. Roselle's figure sat on it, overlooking the entire world, planning order, and ruling the earth!

  This state did not last too long. With the blessing of the "Black Emperor" status, the uniqueness was accommodated by him with almost no resistance.

  With support, he also entered reality from the conceptualized and abstract state, reappeared in the star world, and let the resurrection of the "Black Emperor" enter the final step.

  Roselle established a connection with the three "Prince of Order Killing" characteristics that no one accommodated without any hindrance, using and amplifying the aggregation effect, allowing them to spontaneously break free from the seal and fly into the star world.

  But the process was not as smooth as he imagined. He only attracted two "Princes of Order-killing". The third characteristic was pulled by some force. Even if he relied on the status of "Black Emperor", it would be difficult to recover that characteristic in a short time.

  Roselle followed the connection between the extraordinary characteristics and cast his eyes on the real Loen and the palace of Backlund.

  "The third characteristic is in the palace of Loen. Damn it, it must be the work of the lamp god. I said that he shouldn't be allowed to pollute Augustus I so quickly."

  While talking to himself, he tried to rely on his own status to interfere with William Augustus I who was polluted by the lamp god.

  Chains like the shadow of order hung down from the illusory and abstract astral world and pierced into the palace of Backlund in an unstoppable manner.

  Almost at the same time, in the astral world, a piece of light was scattered in a virtual kingdom with steam rising and gears turning.

  These lights spontaneously condensed into one after another projection-like scrolls that seemed very thin, but gave people an extremely heavy feeling.

  The scroll that carried thousands and tens of thousands of years of civilization blocked Roselle's sight and blocked the chains he cast, preventing him from interfering with reality directly and retrieving the last trait of "Prince of Order-killing".

  "Hmph, 'steam'!"

  Roselle's angry voice echoed in the astral world. Without the last trait, he could not truly return.

  On the Dawn, space suddenly twisted, and layers of golden ripples spread out of thin air, condensing into a distorted and chaotic golden figure in front of Renekton.     The Djinn briefly broke through the restrictions of the Wishing Lamp, allowing itself to interfere with reality and appear in front of Renekton.

  "You deceived me."

  His tone was full of anger, like a layer of noisy whispers.

  Renekton looked at the Djinn who was twisting into a bunch of golden vortices, and replied calmly:

  "I have fulfilled my promise in the previous transaction. There is no deception between us."

  The Djinn snorted coldly and said in a bad tone:

  "You did help me infect a 'Hand of Order', but when I tried to reclaim the authority of the Shadow of Order, you forcibly took me out of the mausoleum."

  "Without my consent, the last trait of the 'Prince of Order' will not be so easy to be aggregated into the astral realm. Maybe when the 'Black Emperor' is resurrected, everything will be over."

  As the voice fell, the Djinn's figure shrank back layer by layer like ripples, and disappeared from Renekton's sight.

  Looking at the direction where the Lamp God disappeared, Renekton whispered:

  "How do you know that I didn't want you to delay Roselle's resurrection time?"

  "Humph!"

  On the empty deck, the Lamp God's cold snort echoed around and soon disappeared completely. In

  the southern continent, in a coastal port on the easternmost side of the Uttar Pradesh, a bunch of red and yellow flames intertwined in the air to form a blazing and hot flame spear, shooting towards the streets on the ground, aiming directly at the "Secret Saint" Butis who stood there in a daze.

  Under the black robe, Butis's brown hair was slightly curled and his eyes were deep. His body was uncontrollably stiff in place, his thoughts were obscure and difficult to move, and the whole person was like a machine completely corroded by rust.

  As a "secret mage", he could clearly feel the hidden power appearing around him, the increasingly strong intuition of danger, and his own abnormal state.

  "..Secret.Puppet.Transformation!"

  As he turned his thoughts with difficulty, he saw a figure quietly appearing in front of him. It was a middle-aged man wearing a silk hat and a black suit.

  He had obvious characteristics of the southern continent, with a bronze complexion, soft features, and sharp eyes, like a nobleman of high status.

  Butis instinctively felt that the other person looked familiar, but he couldn't think of more because he couldn't think straight.

  The moment this figure appeared, his body and soul became cold, as if he was dying little by little, and even his extraordinary characteristics were dying uncontrollably. All his struggles and efforts vanished in an instant.

  Boom!

  A violent explosion sounded, and waves of fire surged layer by layer. The blazing flames engulfed all of Butis's thoughts. Under the infection of the power of death, he finally felt a trace of warmth, the warmth that filled his entire body.

  In less than two seconds, all the warmth and coldness faded away, and he lost all his consciousness and vitality, even his soul was annihilated.

  The surrounding red and yellow flames suddenly gathered in front of him, reorganizing Anderson's body in mid-air and landing flexibly on the ground.

  He looked at the "Secret Saint" Butis with surprise, who was left with a charred pool on the ground. He didn't expect that a demigod known for his flexibility and mystery would die in front of him like this, without any struggle or resistance.

  Retracting his gaze, he looked at Azik, who had a gentle and expressionless face, and uttered a "hey". He saluted with a very respectful posture and said:

  "As expected of an angel from the realm of death, a saint died just like that, without even the slightest resistance."

  "To be honest, I had just imagined dozens of different developments and response plans in my mind. I didn't expect that this hunt would end so easily, just like how you helped German Sparrow hunt down the 'Admiral of Hell' Ludwell."

  Azik sideways glanced at Anderson, shook his head slowly and said:

  "There is no need to underestimate yourself. The 'harvest' of an 'Iron-Blooded Knight' with all his strength is hard to bear even for those demigods with strong bodies, let alone a 'mystic mage' with a fragile body."

  "I just imposed some restrictions on him, making it difficult for him to resist and ask for help, while interfering with possible sight and divination."

  As he spoke, one pale flame after another fell from Azik's palm, completely wiping out the ashes and breath left by the "Secret Saint" Butis.

  In just a moment, even the charred marks on the ground disappeared.,