Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Then, what do you think of Mr. Fool?"

Klein turned the question from the Origin Castle to Mr. Fool on the Original Castle. He wanted to take the opportunity to ask the other party's views and attitude towards the Fool. At the same time, he was also curious about his connection with the gray mist.

Renekton didn't talk much about the topic of Sefirah Castle, but instead talked about other things:

"Let me tell you news, the Hidden Sage is not the true god, he is just the uniqueness of activation."

Under Klein's surprised expression, Renekton continued:

"It is the uniqueness activated by the wilderness of knowledge. With the wilderness of knowledge acting as a substitute, the hidden sage is infinitely close to the true God."

"Being activated?" Klein captured the key point in Renekton's words.

He probably understood what the other party wanted to express. The other party believed that the Fool might be the only one activated by Source Castle, just like the Hidden Sage.

"So, in Al's eyes, he and I are the same kind of people? So his behavior in front of me is very different from other times, without too many disguises."

"Unfortunately, I am not Mr. Fool's favored one. I am Mr. Fool himself, and I cannot be the only one who has been activated."

"I am more confused. The more I know, the more questions I have."

Klein acted very silent, but countless thoughts were running through his heart quickly.

"It's getting late, go to bed early!"

Renekton reminded Klein, who was brainstorming, and then stood up from the sofa, took a sip of water from the cup, stepped into the spirit world, and returned to the room across the street.

Klein was still thinking about the problem of Origin Castle, and before he could react, Renekton had already disappeared into the living room before he could speak.

Klein looked at the empty living room and sighed slightly:

"It's so convenient to travel through the spirit world! I want to find a magical item with corresponding abilities."

After turning off the gas light in the living room, Klein went up to the bedroom on the second floor. Today, he killed Lanerwus. After having relieved many heavy burdens, a conversation with Al brought new problems to his mind.

Renekton returned to his house, washed himself briefly, and then lay down on the bed in the bedroom.

Renekton placed the transparent amber sealed with the divine flesh and blood of the true Creator on the cabinet standing by the wall.

In a room under the St. Samuel's Church in the North District of Backlund, the Nighthawks were holding an emergency meeting inside.

Saisima looked around at everyone in the room, coughed slightly, and then said:

"I received a revelation from the goddess. During our operation against Lanerwus, an evil god came briefly."

"He is the hidden sage believed in by the Moss Ascetic Order. He only came for a short moment, and did not come completely. He also covered himself up to a certain extent."

"If it weren't for this, we wouldn't be sitting here having a meeting, but you would go to the dock area to deal with the monster we have become out of control."

The atmosphere at the scene was solemn. The night watchers present all knew that there was a big change in tonight's operation, but they did not expect that it would involve the arrival of the evil god.

A senior Nighthawks deacon said with a heavy tone:

"Although it's not nice to say this, it's really surprising that you guys can come back alive."

"According to the church's records, although the Hidden Sage spends most of his time chasing the Secret Peeper, once an incident involves him, he will not be so quiet, and it will not even have a big impact."

Saisima nodded slightly, and then said:

"At that time, the goddess's will came with the arrival of the hidden sage. This may also be the reason why the hidden sage left in a hurry."

"Of course, it's more likely that He has already achieved his purpose."

Renekton, who was sleeping, saw a vague cross with a person being nailed and tortured on it.

Renekton tried hard to see more clearly, but the picture changed again, this time it turned into a corpse wrapped in gray cloth.

The scene turned again, and the corpse wrapped in gray and white cloth came to life. He was sitting and living with a group of people whose faces could not be seen clearly.

The dream ended, and Renekton fell asleep again. When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The moment he opened his eyes on the bed, Renekton recalled his dream last night.

His brows gradually furrowed, and for a moment he couldn't figure out whether this was a spiritual prophecy from himself, or a reminder from a hidden sage or the wilderness of knowledge.

Or Renekton turned his attention to the cabinet standing by the wall, where there was a transparent amber the size of an adult's fist.

After getting out of bed, Renekton walked to the cabinet where the transparent amber was placed and took it in his hand.

After staring for a long time, he murmured:

"What I dreamed about last night was Easter? It goes well with the Hanged Man."

"Is it your influence?"

Then Renekton shook his head and rejected this speculation. Although there was the divinity of the true Creator in it, it had been sealed by the Hidden Sage.

Moreover, the influence of the Hanged Man, who has mastered the power of corruption, is inconsistent with the content of the dream.

"If it were a hidden sage or if I were to ask about my own spiritual revelation, there is a high probability that it would point to a mysterious reappearance."

Renekton pondered, and then the idea got out of hand in his mind.

Unable to suppress the curiosity that was brewing in his heart, Renekton simply took the transparent amber to the coffee table by the window.

He took out a paper figurine made by folding the paper of the messenger and shook it in the air.

After closing his eyes and meditating, leveraging the sage characteristics in his body, the paper man's incarnation twisted and expanded in mid-air, turning into dots of starlight, and then re-condensed into a slightly mature image of Renekton with an indifferent temperament.

After the paper man's incarnation appeared, he immediately closed his hands and a white light appeared faintly behind him, like a pile of wings composed of pure white light.

A huge shadow of a cross emerged and merged into the transparent amber. It felt like countless voices reciting the Bible echoed in my ears, and a sacred feeling filled the room.

All this lasted less than half a minute and then dissipated. Renekton's paper man incarnation then turned into dots of starlight and disappeared.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the house across the street, Klein had just woken up when his inspiration suddenly struck him. He looked blankly in the direction of the Renekton house opposite and murmured:

"What's there? I think I hear a choir singing."

Destiny, who also lived nearby, also looked in the direction of Renekton's bedroom with confusion:

"Which church is this chanting? It's so strange."

Destiny was curious and wanted to see more. The next moment, he fell straight to the ground, with a line of blood and tears flowing from his eyes. He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to moan in pain, but he was too uncomfortable to make a sound.

He saw the phantom of the true Creator. If it weren't for the warning from fate that made Destiny close his eyes in time, he might have gone crazy because of peeping at the true God.

"Who is spying on me?"

Renekton groaned.

Just now he felt a fleeting glance, but before he could follow the connection between the eyes, the other person's gaze suddenly stopped.

The transparent amber that Renekton placed on the coffee table changed a bit after a mysterious reappearance from Easter.

The mass of flesh and blood inside the transparent amber, which contained the true Creator's divinity, turned into a figure that was crucified upside down, and the figure was wrapped with a layer of blood-stained gauze.

The feedback from Renekton's spirituality is that after waiting for three days, this mass of flesh and blood will be reborn!

Withdrawing his spirituality, Renekton dragged a chair next to him and sat down.

Through the story of Easter on Earth, the magic created is unexpectedly powerful.

The mysterious magic that Renekton calls the Resurrection Cross can resurrect a dead person in a new state after three days of transformation while keeping the body, soul, and characteristics intact. , will truly die after forty days.

"It's okay for ordinary people. It's a bit difficult for extraordinary people to die with their whole body intact, especially when it comes to retaining characteristics. Forming a sealed object doesn't count as retaining characteristics."

After thinking about it for a while, Renekton discovered that although this mysterious reappearance could be resurrected, it was not that powerful.

"But if Amon gets this mysterious reappearance, he is fully capable of achieving a true lossless resurrection."

Then he thought of Amon, who was good at catching bugs, and Renekton realized that this mysterious reappearance would be very powerful in the opponent's hands.

Shaking his head slightly, he complained to himself:

"In that case, the powerful one is not this mysterious reappearance, but Amon!"

"Or once they reach the status of true God or angel, they all have their own methods to use some of the abilities of this mysterious reappearance."

Renekton thought about the mass of flesh and blood containing the true Creator's divinity, and wondered whether a new true Creator's heir would grow in three days.

"Is this an additional development? Connecting with the real creator? It's a pity that the real creator is crazy, otherwise I would definitely support him as God."

Leaning back in the chair, Renekton's thoughts continued to wander.