Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

The high-temperature, high-pressure air and the roar of the flames brought by the surrounding flames erupted, forming an invisible murmur that continued to echo in the corridor.

Turner felt that his movements were momentarily stiff or even stagnant.

Fortunately, this state did not last long, and it only took a breath or two for it to return to normal.

Turna gently scratched his arm with a short animal-tooth knife. No blood flowed out, only a layer of phantom scales hidden under the skin quickly spread from the wound to the whole body. Slightly insulate the heat from surrounding flames.

Tourna's bloodshot eyes stared intently at the Balrog whose body was hidden in the flames, and the anger in his body was continuously turning into his own power.

The next moment, Turna almost teleported across the barrier of flames and appeared beside Balrog.

The animal-tooth dagger in his hand lightly swiped across the Balrog's neck and chopped it off. The sound of evaporating water vapor sounded, but no water vapor came out. The water vapor completely evaporated the moment it appeared.

A huge sense of crisis hit, and Tourna only had time to make a step back. The next moment, the decapitated Balrog exploded instantly like ignited explosives.

The flames swept through the entire corridor, and Turna's body was knocked away in the flames, smashing the fragile wall that had been burned by the flames, and fell into the room that was already surrounded by flames.

"Cough! Cough!"

Turna rolled twice on the ground with difficulty before he stopped and got up from the ground. He felt that the phantom scales on his body brought by the animal tooth dagger had been completely broken, and the skin on his body had been burned by the high temperature.

"What kind of monster is this!"

He whispered through gritted teeth.

In the corridor, a heart wrapped in layers of flames was beating continuously, and the surrounding flames were attracted.

Light blue flames burst out from the heart, quickly devouring the surrounding flames, and reorganized into a new flame body.

The light blue flame retracted into the heart as if it were alive, and the human-shaped body outlined by the red flame stepped into the room where Tourna was.

The flame that was originally burning in the room suddenly became stronger, and the flames were constantly moving, as if welcoming their king.

The two water whips were like flexible water snakes, flying in the air, constantly slapping at the body of the Balrog.

Balrog stretched out his arm made of flames, swung it in the air a few times, and quickly stretched it into a long red whip covered with a layer of orange-red flames.

The water whip inspired by the flame whip and the animal fang dagger stirred in the air, and a burst of water vapor and smoke filled the room.

Renekton, who was standing on the rooftop opposite and watching this scene through his voyeuristic eyes, couldn't help but clicked his tongue and sighed:

"What a powerful learning ability. Its combat intelligence is no less than that of ordinary extraordinary people."

Whether it was the self-destruction of Balrog's body before or the way it now learns to use flames to condense into long whips, it shows that it has extraordinary wisdom and learning ability.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"This is the port area. The church of the Church of Storms is very close to here. Even if you can beat me, can you still beat the punisher who is coming soon?"

The ring inlaid with amethyst worn on the index finger of Tourna's left hand exuded a strange brilliance under the surrounding firelight, which was extremely alluring.

The Balrog's movements were slightly slow, and its thoughts were affected.

The next moment, two messy water whips blasted one of Balrog's arms.

The flames that had spread to the second floor and even the first floor began to explode, and the sound of the blazing flames turned into illusory murmurs in the minds of the people around them.

Everyone within the scope of the flames felt dizzy and stagnant. Dark, viscous liquid began to emerge from some people's bodies, and their hearts seemed to be pinched by a hand. They were very uncomfortable and almost couldn't breathe.

"Bang!" Tourna, the main target affected, could not even hold the short animal-tooth knife in his hand.

The next moment, countless flames surged out, wrapping around Turna like solid chains.

The flames almost turned white and continued to burn for nearly two minutes. Turna, who was tightly wrapped in the middle, was already unable to struggle.

Seeing this scene, Renekton, who was covered in thick shadows, took a step forward and walked into the room where Tourna and the Balrog were fighting.

The palm of his right hand quickly formed a ball of slowly rotating star sand, which shed light one after another, covering the area around the Balrog, forcing the Balrog who wanted to continue setting fire back to the figure state.

Picking up the Balrog figure on the ground, Renekton felt that the heart in the figure was beating even more vigorously.

"Woo~" the wind sounded, mixed with the rain.

Renekton glanced outside and saw a punisher from the Church of Storms riding in the strong wind.

"Wind Blessed One? Did this attract the attention of a senior deacon?"

Renekton murmured, then walked to Tourna's burnt body, picked up a ring inlaid with amethyst and two animal tooth daggers on the ground, and then stepped into the spirit world and disappeared. in the room.

Less than half a minute after Renekton left, strong winds carrying sea water blew into the room, extinguishing most of the fire.

A senior deacon wearing the priest's robes of the Church of Storms stood next to Turna's charred corpse, his face so gloomy that he could drip ink.

"Arsonist? There is also a vague aura of demons!"

"Hmph! Backlund's rats are getting more and more arrogant! Sooner or later I will throw all these guys into the sea to feed the fish!"

The senior deacon of the Punisher, who had long dark green hair like algae, said a few words in a low voice to the charred corpse in front of him with anger in his tone that seemed ready to explode at any moment.

Then he controlled the surrounding wind and water to extinguish the flames in the building, and then controlled the strong wind to leave.

Renekton, who stepped into the spirit world and left, did not leave too far. Instead, he found a dark corner and walked out of the spirit world, blending in with the crowd watching the excitement around him.

Seeing that the fire was quickly extinguished by the strong wind carrying water vapor, Renekton turned and left. I went to a nearby tavern with fewer people and planned to go in for a drink and see what impact this incident would have.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Renekton's spiritual sense was triggered, and the tavern seemed to be covered by a disharmonious influence.

Renekton paused as he stepped forward, his eyes obscured by his glasses flashed with an imperceptible purple brilliance.

The always useful spying eyes did not see anything out of the ordinary, but the subtle feeling in Renekton's heart did not dissipate.

Retracting his step forward, Renekton prepared to leave the tavern.

An anomaly that can conceal the past even from prying eyes is not something simple.

"You're here, why don't you leave before you have a drink?"

The man dressed as a sailor who entered the tavern behind Renekton said casually, then passed Renekton and walked towards the counter of the tavern.

The unconscious words of the sailor who came in behind Renekton gave Renekton a feeling that his destiny had been touched.

Renekton had a feeling that bad luck would befall him if he left without a drink.

After hesitating for a while, Renekton walked back to the counter of the tavern, asked the waiter for a glass of rum, and sat down in a corner where there were fewer people.

There was only an old man wearing a dark gray robe with white hair and beard sitting next to him, eating a freshly grilled lamb chop with relish.

"I thought you would quit this tavern in fear!"

"In that case, I will have to leave a mark on you so that I can find you later."

The old man said to himself while eating the lamb chops on the dinner plate.

Renekton paused while drinking. He just found a spot and won the prize? I always feel like my luck today is a bit strange.

Renekton greeted the ignorant old man next to him politely:

"Old sir, do you want to see me?"

"I don't know who I'm looking for, but you're sitting here, which means you are the person I'm looking for."

The old man said unexplained words without raising his head.

Renekton was stunned for a moment. The old man's tone made him suspect that the other party was an Extraordinary of the Destiny Path. Only those guys who obeyed orders all day long would be so talkative.

After roughly guessing the other party's identity, Renekton asked curiously:

"Old sir, what do you want from me? Or what are you looking for?"

"An opportunity, an opportunity to be promoted to Sequence Three."

"I have been waiting for this opportunity for seventy years. For seventy years, I even thought that it would be impossible for me to continue to be promoted in this life. But not long ago, I finally felt the call of fate again!"

The old man put down the lamb chops in his hand and turned to look at Renekton, his eyes like a child looking at a beloved toy, full of hope and desire.

"Forehead."

Renekton was stunned for a moment. The Extraordinary of the Destiny Path found him an opportunity to advance to Sequence Three? In other words, the old man with white hair and beard in front of him is a Sequence 4 Doom Mage.

"I don't know much about the Path of Destiny."

Renekton wanted to reject the other party tactfully, but he didn't dare to say too harshly. As a demigod with a path of destiny, it was better to deal with it carefully. Renekton didn't want to end up inexplicably becoming a person who might choke to death even if he drank water. Unlucky guy.