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  Chapter 701 Moon City

  On the ground, there were only a dozen or so corpses of star bugs, a crystal ball that seemed to be held by a bunch of bugs, a black pocket, and a three-layer jewelry box with a silver-black surface and inlaid with various gems.

  Anderson's eyes naturally fell on the more gorgeous three-layer jewelry box. He exclaimed, and said casually:

  "If a demigod can carry it with him, it must be a good magical item. Or, is this the important seal of the Abraham family that Miss Magician mentioned?"

  Azik lowered his head to look at the jewelry box for a while, frowned slightly and said:

  "It is very dangerous, hiding a danger that is fatal even to me."

  "So scary?" Anderson looked at Azik in astonishment. If he hadn't taken care of his image in the Tarot Club, he would have retreated several meters.

  For a true angel to give such an evaluation, this item must be very extraordinary. Even among the level 0 seals in the hands of the major churches, it is definitely one of the most dangerous ones.

  Gathering his thoughts, Anderson looked at Azik and said, "Shall we sacrifice these things to Mr. Fool now?"

  "Okay." Azik nodded gently, and transparent spirits of various shapes emerged from his shadow, holding different materials in their hands, and quickly set up an altar.

  Above the gray fog, in the magnificent and ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence, the gray fog seemed to be stimulated, and it was restless and surging uncontrollably, flooding the entire hall.

  After a while, under Klein's guidance, the gray fog turned into layers of seals, sealing the three-layer jewelry box inlaid with various gems, and the restless gray fog gradually subsided.

  "This 'Box of the Old Days' is more dangerous than I thought. Mr. Azik should have seen that. Why did he send this jewelry box to the gray fog? Did he think that the danger here could be suppressed?"

  Klein whispered to himself, and then he began to divine the sealed "Box of the Old Days". Of course, this did not involve the most dangerous third layer, which would likely cause the "Source Castle" to change its owner on the spot, or lose its owner.

  After completing the divination and obtaining most of the information about this level 0 sealed object, Renekton materialized the "world" of the dummy, and spread his spirituality, touching the crimson stars representing Renekton, Azik, and Anderson, and pulling them above the gray fog.

  As the crimson light rose, three blurry figures quickly emerged on the right side of the mottled long table.

  Klein controlled the "world" and looked around at the people. Then he fell on the spoils piled on the table and said calmly,

  "These are all the items of Butis. You can choose them by yourselves."

  Renekton and Azik did not speak. They glanced at Anderson. The latter nodded in understanding, straightened his body slightly, pointed at the crystal ball held by the worms and said,

  "I want this one. It has the characteristics of a 'mystic mage'. After it is made into a magical item, it can make up for my lack of mobility and my shortcomings in spell ability."

  "Okay." Klein nodded slightly and then picked some gems and spiritual materials of different colors.

  Renekton and Azik also chose gems and spiritual materials. They were not very interested in the space pocket made by the "mystic mage".

  Klein was in the God-forsaken Land and his connection with the spiritual world was cut off. He could not use it at all. Renekton and Azik had their own means to do the same thing. Although it would be more complicated, it did not affect them much.

  "The rest will be sold at the next Tarot Club, and we will split the gold pounds equally."

  Klein simply said this, and the division of the spoils ended here. After sending Anderson back to reality, he waved his hand to make the things on the table disappear, leaving only the three-layer jewelry box inlaid with many gems.

  Then he looked at Renekton and introduced the effect, negative impact and sealing method of this level 0 seal, and then asked:

  "Do you think I can use this item to take Silver City away from the God-Forsaken Land?"

  Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

  "There is a seal in the God-Forsaken Land. You can respond to prayers and accept the sacrifice of the 'Sun' because the 'Source Castle' allowed you to exploit a loophole, but it will be difficult to release angel-level items, at least not with your current status."

  "Okay." Klein nodded not too surprisingly, gave up the idea of ​​​​experimenting before, and said:

  "With the help of your historical projection, I have reached the easternmost part of the God-Forsaken Land. Later, when I summon your historical projection, you can transmit your consciousness over. I need some help and someone to chat with." After

  thinking for a while, Renekton nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

  With the watchful eyes of "Steam" and "Eternal Blazing Sun", it would be difficult for Renekton to go to Backlund in person and take away the characteristic that was detained by the Lamp God through William Augustus I. He could only wait for Roselle to rely on himself to gather it.

  Fortunately, the resurrection of the "Black Emperor" cannot reverse the unstoppable order. Even as a higher-ranking lamp god, he can only temporarily delay the progress.

  Retracting his scattered thoughts, Renekton suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked at Klein and said:

  "There is a city on the edge of the gray fog, and there are some survivors from before the Cataclysm."     Klein's expression became a little complicated. After a short silence, he let "World" Gehrman Sparrow speak:

  "I have contacted them and am currently spreading the glory of my Lord to them."

  At the easternmost part of the God-Forsaken Land, at the edge of the magnificent barrier composed of countless gray-white mists, Klein held a dim lantern and stood calmly in place.

  Looking at the gray-white mist that connected the earth and the sky in front of him, and at the same time looking at the infinitely extending and boundless gray-white mist on both sides, he did not need divination, his intuition clearly confirmed that this was the mist that was stepped on by everyone every time the Tarot Club was convened.

  After a long silence, he raised his hand and summoned the historical projection of Renekton from the historical pores. After a brief confusion, Renekton's historical projection became vivid and agile.

  Looking at the familiar gray mist in front of him, Renekton shook his head calmly and said,

  "The other side of this mist is the legendary Western Continent, the homeland of the elves, and the place where Tianzun sealed many 'source substances'."

  "I've been here before and tried to attack this seal, but failed."

  "If you follow this gray mist, you will find the traces I left before in less than two days."

  Klein nodded slightly and said calmly, "I've seen it."

  After a two-second pause, he continued,

  "I tried to use the extraordinary abilities I possessed, the historical projections of Mr. Azik and others, and even the historical projections of the 'Box of the Old Days', but I couldn't really open this gray mist."

  "But I have also discovered that the high-sequence abilities of the three paths of 'Fortune Teller', 'Apprentice', and 'Thief' can arouse the greatest reaction from this gray fog, but that's all."

  Renekton nodded slightly and walked forward. At the same time, complex and illusory symbols condensed in his eyes, creating an illusory and extensive torrent of information, which converged into a series of "lights" that were not bright, clear, and without any color.

  This light has no entity and is difficult to be observed by the naked eye. Ordinary Beyonders can only rely on their own spiritual intuition to determine its existence.

  Under Renekton's control, layer after layer of "light" turned into a tide, constantly hitting the gray fog in front, submerged in the gray fog, and not splashing a ripple.

  Renekton was not surprised by this, nor was he discouraged. He stretched out his right hand with no change in his expression, and a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm.

  One after another, stars emerged around him, densely packed, dazzling, and scattering one after another.

  The light around him grew brighter and brighter, creating a dazzling daylight in the deep darkness.

  Feeling the dazzling light and restless spirits around him, Klein couldn't help but warn him,

  "Control your movements. I don't want to run into Amon again when I turn around."

  "Then just throw His clone in and see what effect it will have."

  Although he said so, Renekton still restrained the vision brought by the release of power and tried his best to gather the bright and clear starlight, turning it into a starlight vortex that was getting bigger and faster, as if it could cover a metropolis like Backlund.

  The vortex of bright and clear starlight seemed to be slow, but it was actually approaching the gray fog in front of it very quickly.

  Under the clear and bright starlight, the gray fog was quickly decomposed and purified, and a deep and dark passage was forcibly created.

  The gray fog in front seemed endless, and the distance between the starlight vortex and the person standing outside the fog was visibly increasing. Finally, it became a small dot like a star in the night sky in the field of vision, until it was submerged by the gray fog and disappeared completely.

  As the gray fog surged, the deep, dark passage that stretched forward was filled again.

  After a moment, Klein came to his senses and sighed:

  "How thick is this gray fog? It seems that there is no end?"

  "Maybe it stretches for thousands of miles, or maybe it is not even as thick as a wall. Tianzun is best at deceiving and fooling. A kettle can trap the lamp god, so it is not surprising that a wall can block many "sources."

  Renekton sighed with a complicated expression, then turned and walked behind him, approaching the people of Moon City who had been watching from a distance.

  Standing in the front was the high priest of Moon City, an old man wearing dark brown animal skin.

  Compared with the last time Renekton saw him, he was obviously much more energetic and healthier. His messy gray hair was filled with dark blue hair. Although his face was still covered with real ravines, it had a more lively temperament.  Chapter 702 Changes

  The people of Moon City who followed Nim also underwent significant changes. They were obviously healthier and carried various mushrooms with them.

  Renekton looked away with a complicated expression and sighed in his heart:

  This time, Frank has made a feat that surpassed the "Mother Earth" Church. His mushrooms have become the most important food source in the God-forsaken Land and the Southern Continent. If the war continues, the lower-class civilians in the countries of the Northern Continent will also use this mushroom as their staple food. It is unimaginable that in the future.

  While Renekton was sighing, Klein also approached and said calmly:

  "I heard some sounds through the Moon City's sacrifice to this gray fog before, like layers of chaotic prayers. I plan to make some attempts. I need you to help take care of it to avoid accidents."

  "Okay." Renekton nodded slightly. He was very interested in what Klein was going to try.

  After getting Renekton's response, Klein directly reached out and dragged out his own historical projection from the historical pore, then made his body disappear, and his consciousness awakened on the projection.

  Then, under Renekton's gaze, Klein's historical projection walked to the front of the solidified gray-white mist, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it.

  After staring for two seconds, he opened his mouth, lowered his voice, and recited in Chinese:

  "Blessings to Xuanhuang Xianzun;

  Blessings to Xuanhuang Tianjun;

  Blessings to Xuanhuang Shangdi;

  Blessings to Xuanhuang Tianzun."

  As the last word fell, the barrier composed of endless gray fog shook obviously. This movement was different from the movement that Renekton had created by attacking means before. It was like a lake that had been thrown into a boulder.

  The ripples were moving quickly, swaying, overlapping with each other, and vaguely seemed to outline the shape of a door.

  Behind Klein, Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly, and an uncontrollable excitement surged in his heart. He seemed to have heard the call from the original body on the other side of the gray fog.

  At this time, a silver-white lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the surroundings.

  Under Renekton's gaze, the door ultimately failed to take shape. It seemed that some necessary conditions were still missing, and a complete key had not yet been assembled.

  After thinking for a moment, Renekton suggested:

  "You can take some time worms, star worms, and spirit worms as aids, mix their auras, and try again?"

  "I can only maintain three historical images at the same time now." Klein shook his head slowly.

  After a moment of silence, Klein canceled his historical projection, and his real body reappeared from where he had just disappeared. He looked at Renekton and said:

  "I will summon your historical projection later."

  As soon as the voice fell, he directly canceled the maintenance of this historical projection.

  Coming to the barrier formed by the gray fog again, Klein reached out and took out a small worm with twelve transparent segments from the void. After a pause, he continued to reach out and took out the spirit worm and star worm respectively.

  Holding the three translucent worms from history in his palm, he took a deep breath and pressed his hand on the gray fog barrier. While wafting his spirituality, he whispered:

  "Blessings to the Immortal Xuanhuang."

  This time, the gray fog shook even more violently. Amidst the ripples, a majestic and ancient door filled with mystery that seemed to be able to accommodate a giant slowly emerged.

  It took only a moment to form, and before it could be opened, the door disappeared, as if the breath that supported its appearance had been exhausted.

  Klein retracted his right hand that was pressed on the gray fog barrier and spread out his palm. The three worms taken out from the pores of history had disappeared, not because their duration had expired, but because they had been exhausted.

  Staring at the place where the door just appeared for a few seconds, Klein let out a long breath and whispered to himself,

  "It's true. The barrier can only be opened if some characteristics are generated after the three adjacent paths overlap." "

  I have a hunch that relying solely on historical projections will not be able to truly deceive this barrier. The real key may need to wait until a true god who masters these three paths appears."

  "The closest to Sequence 0 now should be Amon and Mr. Men. One is always thinking about catching me, and the other is still lost in the endless darkness and storm."

  While whispering to himself, he had summoned Renekton's historical projection again and described the changes that had just taken place in detail. At the end, he added,

  "What do you think? Or, is there anything you want to say?"

  Renekton looked at Klein in surprise and laughed,

  "Me? Subjectively speaking, of course I hope you can lift the seal as soon as possible and make me whole again."

  "But just from my personal perspective, from Renekton Soth, I hope this process can be delayed a little."

  "Just like the True Creator and Adam both wanted to reintegrate with their own wills and become complete again, I have the same idea."

  "This is the selfishness of life that is born out of the continuation of life."

  Klein was silent for two seconds, then suddenly laughed out loud: "You have made yourselves so divided and confrontational, will you really not have any mental problems?" Renekton

  shrugged. He did not understand Klein's funny point and said in a flat tone:

  "When you reach the angel level, no matter whether your state is good or bad, everyone has some mental problems to a greater or lesser extent. The higher you go, the more serious it is."     Klein did not reply. He silently took out a gold-shell pocket watch from his bosom. He took out the pocket watch from the gap in history through his clothes.

  He looked down at the time and said,

  "It's time to preach to the people of Moon City. Do you want to leave first?"

  Renekton smiled and said, "Of course I want to watch this interesting thing."

  The two walked side by side and soon came to the place where the people of Moon City gathered. They sat in front of a huge rock and gathered around a bonfire.

  Around the bonfire lay the corpses of monsters one after another. These corpses were covered with various mushrooms, some large and some small, some white, some dark, and some dark red.

  The air was filled with the aroma of roasted fat and the smell of cooked milk.

  Renekton sat on the ground next to the high priest of Moon City, Nim, and reached out to take a piece of mushroom with blood-colored patterns and sizzling roasted. He loved to tear the mushroom into small strips and put it in his mouth.

  Klein was surprised by his skillful movements and asked curiously,

  "Do you like this kind of mushroom?"

  Renekton paused while tearing the mushrooms, and said with a smile that was not very funny,

  "You will know if you go to the Southern Continent. The war is constantly escalating, and the safe shipping routes have been cut off. Now the food gap in the Southern Continent is filled by these mushrooms."

  "By the way, thanks to Frank's efforts, the mushrooms in the outside world have been updated. When you open the mushroom cap, you can get champagne, meat floss, and even cream."

  Klein didn't know what to say for a moment. In his mind, he subconsciously imagined a group of dark brown people from the Southern Continent holding mushrooms and opening champagne to celebrate.

  He shook his head quickly, shaking off the picture in his mind, and sighed in his heart: Frank, the world has finally become what you imagined.

  After a moment of silence, Klein opened his mouth and asked, "Are there any mushrooms that can survive in the dark?"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and suppressed his smile, saying, "I can ask Frank to make some. He's free now anyway."

  Klein nodded gently and stopped talking about this topic. He turned around and walked to the boulder surrounded by the people of Moon City, sat down cross-legged, and began today's sermon.

  In the southern continent, in the capital of Uttar Pradesh, Citron, there is a manor full of various herbs and exotic plants.

  Emlyn walked through a corridor surrounded by red flowers and came to a private garden behind the manor.

  The bright red flowers bloomed in arcs at different angles, like the crimson moon at different times, and the dark green branches and leaves were like the night.

  There was a round table carved from marble in the center of the garden, and there were several stone chairs around it. Mistral sat leisurely on the stone chair, admiring the flowers around him, and his bright red eyes seemed to have blood flowing.

  Sensing Emlyn's approach, he turned his eyes slightly and asked in a calm tone:

  "What do you want to see me about?"

  Emlyn stopped approaching, bowed slightly and saluted:

  "Count Mistral, I want to know if our blood clan has any extra earl's extraordinary characteristics. If so, how many merits do I need to exchange them?"

  "Stupid question." Mistral shook his head disdainfully, met Emlyn's gaze, and sneered:

  "As a blood clan with a long lifespan, every characteristic will be used to cultivate fresh blood as much as possible, rather than being placed in the warehouse as an ornamental."

  "The battle between us and those 'Original Moon' believers was relatively restrained, and the casualties were mainly concentrated in the middle and low sequences. No earl has been injured in the war, and even if there is, it is not your turn to inherit the legacy."

  Emlyn's face was not very good. After two seconds of silence, he seemed to suddenly think of something, raised his chin and said:

  "It doesn't matter. I'm still young and have a long time to wait. Even if it's hard, it's easier than waiting for the characteristics of the Marquis."

  Mistral snorted coldly and didn't reply.

  Emlyn calmed down and asked thoughtfully:

  "If I can find a corresponding earl's characteristics myself, will the clan help me prepare the ceremony?"

  "Of course, we are happy to see the growth of every young blood clan member." Mistral nodded without hesitation.

  After getting the answer he wanted, Emlyn did not stay and turned to leave the garden and return to the manor.

  Back in his own room, Emlyn leaned against the window, looking at the red moon hanging in the sky, thinking about where he could get the characteristics of the vampire earl.

  I remember that the "Chariot" said that the "Dark Saint" of the Protestantism, Cosma, had herded a "Witch King". If he could be hunted like the "Secret Saint" last time, it would be almost impossible. After the last incident, they would definitely strengthen their defense in this regard. Moreover, I can't invite an angel like Mr. "Death".  Chapter 703 Bait

  After the people of Moon City left the God-Forsaken Land, Klein summoned Renekton's historical projection from the historical pores again.

  After a brief silence, Renekton projected his consciousness over and looked at Klein, with a helpless tone:

  "Go find the 'Dark Wolf'?"

  Klein nodded and said calmly:

  "Yes, I have arranged for the residents of Moon City to wait for a while. The next step is to try to hunt the Dark Wolf and help Silver City to open up the Giant King's Court."

  After a pause, he added: "Do you have any ideas or suggestions?"

  "No, but there is a little information."

  While speaking, Renekton raised his right hand and pulled out a stream of information from the void, condensing into an illusory ball of light.

  This ball of light was thrown out by him, blooming in front of him, and turned into a screen-like light and shadow.

  In the light and shadow, the gray-white solidified mist appeared. After a few seconds, the mist suddenly surged and spit out a black shadow like a velvet curtain.

  He fell from the air in a semi-transparent state, getting bigger and bigger until he landed on the ground, completely covering a hill below.

  The hill disappeared in an instant, leaving only a deep pit in its place.

  The picture shook slightly, and there were some subtle changes, allowing the curtain and the hill to reappear in a transparent posture.

  Then a demon wolf covered with dark short hair and eight stripes came here. His pure black pupils stared straight at the hidden hill, as if looking at something.

  After a moment, he raised his head and roared, but strangely did not make any sound.

  Around him, some monsters hidden in the darkness were transformed into secret puppets and walked towards the curtain in front.

  After continuous attempts, the dark demon wolf finally got the curtain, but this also triggered the change of the gray fog.

  The gray-white fog nearby quickly squirmed, forming a huge vortex, trying to suck the dark demon wolf and the curtain together.

  The floating images of light and shadow ended here. Renekton glanced at Klein who was thinking, and reminded him:

  "These are some images I saw through the 'prophecy' when I came here last time. It happened two years ago, to be more specific, it should be June 28, 1349."

  Klein was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened as he didn't react, and looked at Renekton and said:

  "The changes here are related to me? Also, that dark wolf finally succeeded in staying on that curtain? That is the characteristic of the 'Secret Servant'?"

  Without waiting for Renekton to answer, he continued to talk to himself:

  "Is this the reason why the third 'Secret Servant' characteristic has been missing since the Second Age? It was attracted and gathered by the gray and white mist?"

  "I asked Arrodes about the 'Miracle Master' and 'Planeswalker' before. In its answer, the characteristics of the 'Miracle Master' and 'Planeswalker' were also missing. They were all gathered into that curtain?"

  "It was not gathered by the gray mist, but by the things above the gray mist." Renekton corrected, and then continued:

  "As for the disappeared 'Planeswalker', 'Miracle Worker', and 'Fate Horse' features, they were made into wishing lamps to seal the unlucky genie."

  "Seal the genie?" Klein murmured in a low voice, and then he thought of the other party's description of the wishing lamp when he asked the "Miracle Worker" for information.

  After a brief silence, he sighed with a wry smile,

  "Being able to simultaneously bring out the Sequence 2 characteristics of these three paths and being able to use them correctly, was this done by the previous owner of Sefirah Castle?"

  The previous owner of Sefirah Castle actually left behind quite a few traces, but it's hard to detect without knowing more. After adjusting his emotions, Klein spoke again,

  "Is the secret puppet town we saw before the Dark Wolf preparing for the promotion ceremony? In this case, "He" should be more cautious. If I use the breath of Sefirah Castle as bait, will "He" run further and further away?"

  Renekton pondered and said,

  "Under normal circumstances, "He" should not be able to resist the temptation of "Sefirah Castle". This is worth the risk."

  "Not only because of the status, power, and significance of "Sefirah Castle", but also because of the aggregation effect between high-level things. Driven by fate, "He" will convince himself little by little and try to take the risk to control "Sefirah Castle."

  "If Amon interferes, there might be some unexpected changes, but the probability is not high. The Dark Wolf, which has mastered the trait of the 'Secret Servant', will not be caught by Amon so easily."

  Klein thought and nodded, "Let's go somewhere farther away. Trying here may affect Moon City."

  Renekton said nothing more. He took Klein and transformed into an information torrent, surging away quickly in the southwest direction.

  After leaving Moon City, Renekton took Klein to a random city ruins and put him down.     Klein summoned his historical projection very carefully, and then hid his real body in the historical mist.

  After doing all this, he looked at Renekton again and said,

  "Please take my historical projection a little further away, and make sure that even if something goes wrong, it will not affect my real body."

  "You really treat me as a means of transportation."

  With a sigh, Renekton once again transformed into a torrent of information and took Klein's historical projection a little further away.

  At the edge of a dry riverbed, waves of information surged and converged quickly, reorganizing the figures of Renekton and Klein.

  After putting Klein down, Renekton's figure faded again, decomposing into waves of information, and disappeared from Klein's sight in the blink of an eye.

  After two seconds of silence, Klein looked around with the dim lantern, taking in the surrounding dry riverbed, strange and twisted plants, and monsters hidden in the dark.

  He let out a long breath, found a boulder nearby and sat down. He placed the lantern aside and whispered a name in Giant language:

  "The Lord of Darkness who exists with history, the embodiment of countless miracles, the god who controls wishes."

  After a while, as the prayer ended, Klein felt a hidden gaze falling on him from an unknown place.

  Without any change in expression or emotion, he continued to recite the honorific names of other beings, delaying the Dark Wolf's observation time:

  "Eternal Sun, you are the immortal light, you are the embodiment of order, the god of contract, and the guardian of commerce."

  "The Lord who created everything, the master behind the curtain of shadows, the ruler of the spiritual world."

  "The knowledgeable person who upholds the truth, you are the essence of all knowledge, the root of endless mysteries, and the glory of all civilizations."

  As the last word fell, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes containing countless bright stars emerged from behind Klein, staring at the darkness above his head without blinking, and staring at the Dark Wolf who was looking at this side through the prayer light spot.

  Almost at the same time, a stream of information forged by Renekton was transmitted to the Dark Wolf through the connection of the prayer light spot, and through the connection between his body and the historical projection, the information was spread to his body hiding in the pores of history.

  The moment he realized something was wrong, the Dark Wolf directly extinguished the prayer light spot.

  The historical projection of Klein, who was praying, also faded at the same time and quickly disappeared into the deep darkness.

  Deep in the rolling mountains, there is an ancient and magnificent castle that looks like a giant's residence.

  Giants, elves, humans, and vampires are active in the castle, serving as guards, gardeners, cooks, male servants, maids, etc. They live together harmoniously and exchange a few words when they meet each other, appearing very lively and spiritual.

  But after they return to their rooms, they immediately become sluggish, their eyes no longer move, and their bodies float up uncontrollably until they are suspended on the ceiling.

  In the deepest part of the castle, in a dark and wide hall, the light transmitted by the silver-white lightning outside the window illuminates this place, and a huge figure suddenly emerges.

  Its body is as huge as a hill, with eight legs and covered with dark short hair. The dark pupils occupy at least three-quarters of the eyes, and there is a tuft of gray hair on the forehead, like a twisted and enlarged wild wolf.

  As soon as he appeared, the Dark Wolf Kotar immediately began to clear all his connections with the outside world, eliminating the traces he had left behind, and preparing to abandon this place and rebuild his secret puppet city in another place.

  The strange eyes just now made him feel strongly uneasy, as if he was being stared at by a terrifying existence.

  The next second, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, a picture from his own intuitive premonition!

  It was the sky above the castle. Countless light blue stardust flew out of the void, quickly constructing a double-leaf door covered with mysterious patterns and flashing bright starlight, and countless complex and pure information poured out from it.

  Kotar came to his senses and instinctively looked up in the direction of his head. His body disappeared instantly, and a dull and lifeless elf appeared in the center of the hall.

  Above the gray fog, Klein looked at a new illusory star that appeared above the endless gray fog. This was a connection established by the Dark Wolf's prying at him just now, a connection that the Dark Wolf had not had time to erase.

  Without any hesitation, Klein reached out and took out a corpse of the Time Worm from Amon from the historical pores, and with his other hand, he picked up the gorgeous cane on the bronze table.

  With the infusion of spirituality, the cane inlaid with many azure gems bloomed with clear starlight.

  At the same time, Klein's eyes turned azure blue, covered with a layer of starlight.

  At this moment, he mastered a lot of high-level knowledge, knowledge belonging to the field of time!

  He used the Time Worm from Amon to pry the power of the corresponding "Thief" path in the "Source Castle", and simulated the release of an extraordinary ability that both Amon and Pallez had used.  Chapter 704 Hunting

  Ding!

  A melodious bell sounded as if it had crossed infinite time and distance, echoing in the gray mist and the crimson light spot that represented the connection with the Dark Wolf. In the

  God-forsaken Land, the Dark Wolf, who had just left the castle, froze for a moment, and a huge stone wall clock appeared in his eyes. The

  mottled surface of the wall clock was divided into twelve grids, each of which was gray or dark blue, interspersed with each other, with clear boundaries and different symbols.

  The longest hand on the wall clock quickly turned counterclockwise, and a melodious bell sounded in his ears.

  Ding!

  An indescribable invisible torrent seemed to come through a long history, and in an instant it covered Kotal's vision.

  This made Kotal's movements uncontrollably slow down, and he was frozen in place, like a living sculpture, and the miracle that was about to be released was forced to be interrupted.

  At the moment when Kotal's body stiffened, the "gate" above the castle had already taken shape, and a flood of pure and complex information poured out from it, covering the surroundings, setting off an indescribable and irresistible information storm.

  Bang! Bang!

  The giants, elves, humans, vampires, and even monsters hidden in the darkness in the castle had their heads blown up by a large amount of complex and useless knowledge almost at the same time.

  In just one breath, Kotal lost all his secret puppets!

  The invisible and complex knowledge quickly gathered and reorganized. In the air, one star after another emerged, densely packed, dazzling, and sprinkled one after another on the ground.

  Silently, the surrounding space was isolated, and even information was difficult to interact.

  Without mastering the correct method, Kotal could not leave here through his extraordinary ability.

  On the ground, the stiff and unconscious Kotar had recovered. He looked up at the surroundings covered by the bright starlight, raised his neck high, and whispered a rhythmic whimper. This was the language of the demon wolves:

  "I wish: the Kingdom of God will come!"

  The surrounding starlight suddenly became dim, and the darkness surged like a tide, forming a confrontation with the bright and shining starlight.

  The headless corpses stood up in the darkness. They turned into the secret puppets of the dark demon wolf Kotar again, including those monsters that originally belonged to the darkness.

  Snap!

  A crisp snap of fingers echoed in the air, and the surrounding gravity disappeared instantly. Kotar's secret puppet, the tiles on the castle roof, the bricks and stones on the ground, the tables and chairs, and other things floated uncontrollably into the air.

  Then they were dissolved little by little in the magnificent pillar of light formed by the intersection of the bright starlight, and collapsed and dissipated.

  Amid the wolf howls that sounded almost like howling, the surrounding darkness seemed to come alive, surging up layer by layer, constantly flooding, transforming the covered secret doll into a part of the darkness, making it difficult for the starlight to dissolve.

  While the two sides were in a stalemate, Klein had already completed the spatial replacement above the gray fog through the "Box of the Old Days", and moved his body to the vicinity of the castle of the Dark Wolf Kotar.

  After doing all this, he quickly left the space above the gray fog and regained his consciousness.

  Klein, still holding a dim lantern in his hand, walked quickly to the front of Kotar's castle. In his sight, the castle in front of him was completely different from what he had observed above the gray fog. It was peaceful and quiet, and there seemed to be no abnormality at all.

  Klein instinctively stopped and stretched out his hand to press on the air in front of him. As expected, he touched an invisible wall.

  Then he recited the spell in the way that Renekton had described before, copied the mysterious symbols, and opened a "door" with bright starlight on the invisible wall.

  The moment the "door" appeared, the trapped Dark Wolf Kotar noticed it.

  He exchanged positions with the nearest puppet and instantly appeared near the "door", bumping into Klein.

  Klein, who had long anticipated this scene, threw an iron cigarette box forward without hesitation. The cigarette box was opened in mid-air, revealing a Loen gold coin inside.

  The surface of the gold coin flashed, and a figure wearing a gloomy and complicated long skirt and holding four blond and red-eyed heads flashed by.

  The next second, the figure of Renette Tinicole appeared in the dark pupil that occupied three-quarters of the Dark Wolf's eye.

  "Ghost Possession" at the angel level!

  As soon as Renette Tinicole's figure appeared in Kotar's pupil, she broke away, expanded on the spot, and turned back to a normal-sized body. Her "Ghost Possession" failed.

  After a short delay, Renekton had already closed the "door" that Klein had opened on the barrier, and Kotal's attempt to escape also failed.

  At the same time, Kotal's body shrank rapidly, became thinner, and finally became a translucent black velvet curtain that continuously absorbed the surrounding light.

  Then He emerged on the other side, stepped on the ground with eight feet, raised his neck, and let out a roar like a roar.

  As His voice sounded, the black velvet curtain suddenly floated up, instantly grew larger, and merged with the surging darkness around it, and strangely merged with the floating starlight above.     Kotal used the characteristics of this "secret servant" to strengthen the kingdom of the ancient gods he summoned by miracle, trying to use this method to open the isolation created by Renekton.

  While Kotal was making a series of movements, Renette Tinicole, who was holding four blond and red-eyed heads, took out the yesterday reappearance charm from Klein.

  Her heads recited in ancient Hermetic, Giant, Dragon, and Elven languages ​​at the same time:

  "Yesterday!"

  The square diamond-like charm was instantly engulfed by transparent flames. At the same time, Renette Tinicole's four blond and red-eyed heads overlapped and fell on her empty neck.

  Relying on the power borrowed from her past self, Renette Tinicole briefly recovered her strength.

  Her body instantly swelled and turned into a giant rag doll the size of a castle.

  He wore a black Gothic dress with countless mysterious runes and evil vines wrapped around it. His eyes were as red as blood, and he stared at the dark wolf Kotal.

  The next second, the huge body of the Dark Wolf suddenly shrank and turned into a white curly goat!

  In the surging darkness, a secret doll expanded and turned into the image of the Dark Wolf Kotar.

  Before he could make any moves, Kotar was stunned and stiffened in place. His head was filled with a lot of messy, useless and dangerous knowledge, which almost burst the heads of every spirit worm, leaving him no extra energy to think about other things.

  This knowledge that spread along the line of the spirit body made him difficult to defend, difficult to avoid, and difficult to bear.

  On the other side, Renette Tinicole reflected Kotar's body in her scarlet eyes again, and at the same time, he opened the mouth of a huge rag doll, revealing scarlet fangs and tongue, and made a harsh and unpleasant scream.

  Kotar's hill-like body of the demon wolf suddenly shrank, and his flesh and blood kept wriggling, turning into a cursed goat with black and white patches!

  The next second, a blazing white lightning flashed down from nowhere, piercing the goat's chest, shattering its heart and ending its life.

  With the death of the goat, the curse on it was automatically invalidated, and it turned back into a dark wolf the size of a hill, with eight legs and a tuft of white hair on its head.

  In the chest of the wolf's corpse, there was a spear the same size as its body. The tip of the spear seemed to have sunk into the ground, leaving only a handle like a dead branch with many strange symbols and patterns engraved on it.

  With the death of the dark wolf, the surrounding darkness quickly dissipated, and those headless secret puppets fell one after another and turned into corpses. Red, blue, bright red, silver, and orange fluorescence continued to precipitate from these corpses.

  In the air, the bright and flickering starlight shattered into pieces of glittering stardust, which quickly reunited to reveal the figure of Renekton.

  The isolated space around it also returned to reality.

  Klein only felt his eyes flashing, and the scene in front of him had changed drastically.

  The castle, which was originally simple and magnificent, like a giant's residence, became dilapidated. The roof, windows, and the garden outside had all disappeared. There were many headless corpses lying on the ground. Among them were giants, humans, elves, vampires, and even monsters in the dark.

  In front of the castle, a mountain-like demon wolf was pierced by an equally exaggerated and huge spear and stuck in the ground. It had lost all signs of life.

  Beside the demon wolf's corpse, the messenger lady holding four blond and red-eyed heads stood quietly in place. Beside her was Renekton, whose body was not affected by gravity and floated a few centimeters above the ground in a leisurely posture.

  Klein took out a dim lantern from the pores of history and quickly approached.

  His eyes were attracted by the huge corpse of the demon wolf nailed to the ground in front of him. He couldn't help swallowing the saliva secreted from his mouth and sighed:

  "A 'Dark Demon Wolf' that is equivalent to a Sequence 2 angel and possesses properties comparable to a Level 0 Sealed Item was killed just like that."

  Renekton shook his head and said in a flat tone:

  "'Fortune Tellers' are very fragile. Just a touch will cause serious injuries or even death." "

  Unfortunately, He is a 'Miracle Master'. Dying once is not a big problem for Him. He will be resurrected soon."

  "Why, you still plan to guard the corpse here?"

  Klein shook his head quickly and said, "Of course not, this may not succeed. Moreover, staying in one place for too long may attract Amon's attention."

  "Then, divide the spoils." Renekton suggested, and at the same time raised his hand and snapped his fingers, summoning invisible servants to clean up the battlefield.

  Klein nodded and spoke first: "I only need that 'curtain'. It has the properties I need."  Chapter 705 End and Beginning

  Renette Tinicole, who was holding four blond, red-eyed heads, looked at Kotal's body for a while, then looked at Klein. The four heads said one by one:

  "I want." "His." "Spirit Worm." "Half."

  "And." "Four." "You made." "Talisman."

  "No problem." Klein nodded and agreed, then he looked at Renekton.

  The latter smiled and nodded indifferently, "It's just right, I really need these low- and medium-sequence characteristics."

  After a pause, he looked at Klein and Renette Tinicole, and said with a smile:

  "You two, if you have any need for these spirit worms, you can also exchange them with me for low- and medium-sequence characteristics."

  "Already." "Enough,"

  Renette Tinicole said one after another with the two heads in her right hand.

  Klein also shook his head. He had the least need for spirit worms. When he needed them, he could just tear one off his body.

  While the three were talking, the invisible servants summoned by Renekton had already collected valuable things around them.

  After placing half of the spirit worm in front of Renette Tinicole, the invisible servants took the remaining things and walked behind Renekton, disappearing silently into the darkness.

  Klein looked at this scene in amazement, somewhat curious about where Renekton summoned these invisible servants from, and how they left with the spoils.

  The Forsaken Land and the Spirit World cannot be connected, so how did this happen? With the help of the Astral World or the Secret World?

  While thinking, Klein had already stepped in front of the translucent black velvet curtain covered by starlight.

  To his surprise, the curtain did not show any resistance to him, nor did it show any danger. He just held it quietly in his hand.

  It's like it's waiting for me. As his thoughts floated, Klein had already retreated to Renekton's side.

  An iron cigarette box spontaneously fell into his hand, with a Loen gold coin in it, and the figure of Renette Tinicole flashed on the gold coin.

  Klein nodded to the messenger lady in the gold coin, then looked at Renekton and said,

  "Let's leave. If we stay any longer, Amon might come."

  Renekton nodded without comment. Layers of starlight spread out from him, dissolving all the corpses on the ground and causing them to collapse and dissipate.

  After doing this, he put one hand on Klein's shoulder, helping him transform into a torrent of information and quickly move away from here.

  In the darkness dozens of miles away, in a hidden place, transparent worms emerged from the pores of history, outlining the figure of the dark wolf Kotar around him, becoming clearer and more real.

  He gave up his original corpse and changed his original resurrection location by making a wish, avoiding the possibility of being watched by his corpse.

  As for the loss of the "curtain", although it was a pity, his own life was more important by comparison. As long as he was alive, he still had a chance.

  He could see the favor of the "night" on Klein, and the means that Renekton had just shown, which surpassed the ability of the normal Sequence One "Knowledge Emperor", all made Him feel a strong sense of crisis, and decided to follow the will of the heart.

  After being fully resurrected and familiar with his new body, Kotal quickly moved his eight long legs and left the place.

  In the flash of light, His figure disappeared into the depths of darkness.

  Near the abandoned castle, after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding air fluctuated, and tiny creatures that were difficult to see with the naked eye crawled out.

  The surroundings suddenly twisted, as if something went wrong. Amon, wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color, appeared here.

  He reached out and pressed the monocle on his right eye, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  "It left pretty quickly. I thought that cowardly demon wolf should be able to hold on for a while. It seems that he has found help from the outside world."

  "It's very poor to cover up the traces in front of the most outstanding 'decryption scholar'."

  As he muttered to himself, the shadow of a huge, ancient and mottled wall clock emerged from above Amon's head.

  The longest hand on the wall clock quickly turned counterclockwise twice, and an indescribable invisible torrent suddenly emerged around it. Countless lights and shadows began to float, like rewinding images, showing the scenes that had happened here.

  Above the gray fog, in the ancient and magnificent palace, Klein sat quietly on the high-backed chair at the top.

  He had completed the sacrifice and sent the "curtain" above the gray fog. At the same time, he relied on the historical projection summoned by the "magician" Forth to send the messenger lady out of the God-forsaken Land.

  Looking at the black velvet curtain lying quietly on the mottled table, Klein exhaled softly and said,

  "Things have finally come to an end. The next step is to help Silver City explore and prepare to open the Giant King's Court. This will inevitably be sniped by Amon. He knows exactly what I want to do."     "If I can create enough talismans with the ability of 'mirror travel', I can actually use this method to lead the people of Silver City and Moon City away from the God-Forsaken Land. Unfortunately, this is somewhat unrealistic, and the sealed objects cannot be taken away."

  After a moment of silence, he spread his spirituality and touched the illusory stars representing Renekton and Azik, pulling them above the gray fog.

  He looked at Renekton Azik, who was looking at him in silence, and laughed. He asked,

  "What suggestions do you have about exploring and opening the Giant King's Court?"

  Azik shook his head and said in a serious tone,

  "I suggest you give up. Amon will definitely be waiting for you there, perhaps when you arrive at the Giant King's Court, or perhaps after you complete the exploration and open the Giant King's Court."

  "Facing the body of an Angel King, you have no chance of winning. Even if I rush over now, I am powerless to fight against an Angel King."

  Klein was silent for a moment and sighed. Although giving up helping Silver City was the most rational decision, it was difficult for him to make such a decision after learning about Little Sun and the experiences of Silver City and Moon City.

  In silence, he cast his eyes on Renekton, hoping to hear different suggestions from him.

  Renekton shrugged his shoulders and said calmly,

  "The war of gods is about to begin. With the promotion of all parties, this war will come to an end."

  "As an ending, it will inevitably be accompanied by the fall of the gods standing on the top of the pyramid, perhaps one, perhaps two, or perhaps more."

  After a pause, Renekton smiled and added, "There is bad news and good news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

  Klein followed Renekton's words and said,

  "The bad news is that neither you nor Mr. Azik can spare a hand to help me. Even the historical projection cannot make their own consciousness come over."

  Renekton nodded and added, "The good news is that the 'True Creator' and his angels cannot intervene here either."

  Klein smiled bitterly and nodded,

  "In other words, the only one I will encounter in the God-Forsaken Land is Amon?"

  "Oh, I actually started to use 'only' to describe Amon. I'm really inflated."

  After a pause, He added, "Without external help, it will be difficult for me to entangle with Amon."

  Renekton nodded and said calmly:

  "So you need to make some preparations in advance, seek some help, and act like you are competing with Amon for the first blasphemous slate."

  In a three-story house in the western part of Backlund, Fors suddenly stood up from her chair, walked to the window, and stared deeply at the desolate street outside.

  "What are you going to do?" In front of the fireplace, Xio, who was packing his luggage, looked at his friend with some curiosity.

  "Be a qualified tool man." Fors replied with a complaint.

  While speaking, an illusory, slowly turning book appeared in her eyes.

  Soon, an extraordinary ability that she had recorded in advance was stimulated.

  She then stretched out her hand and pulled in the void in front of her. A heavy feeling came from her hand, as if she had encountered an obstacle. The projection that she should have pulled directly out of the historical pore became very heavy and difficult for her to drag.

  When Fors was about to give up and try again, the heaviness in her hand suddenly disappeared, and a familiar figure was easily dragged out of the historical pore by her.

  Renekton looked around and saw the neatly packed luggage piled on the living room floor. He chuckled and said,

  "Good morning, ladies. The war should be over soon. You don't have to pack your luggage so quickly."

  Fors sat down on the armchair beside him and said tiredly,

  "You'd better do what you want to do quickly. My spirituality can't support it for too long. Maintaining your historical projection is much more difficult than Mr. 'World'."

  Renekton didn't say anything else. His body instantly decomposed into streams of pure and complex information, surging away.

  Xio looked at the place where Renekton disappeared, and then glanced at Fors who was lying down, and asked curiously:

  "Why do you keep summoning historical projections recently?"

  "I don't know, I'm just a tool who is called here and there."

  "If there were so many high-level illegal abilities recorded and used when I was the 'Recorder', my potion would have been digested very quickly. Unfortunately, now I am a 'Traveler', and the outbreak of war makes it impossible for me to find a suitable place to travel."

  "No, I have to start meditating. My spiritual energy is consumed too quickly. If this goes on, I can't even last three minutes."

  After complaining for a few words, Fors began to meditate with his eyes closed to ease the consumption of his spiritual energy.

  On the streets, the city that was originally yellow, blue, beige, bustling and full of vitality turned into gray, black, and red, withered and messy, with a bit of dead silence.

  The sound of artillery fire continued to overlap, not far away, at the edge of the city, and even appeared in the city.