Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"I can't represent the Church of Knowledge, but the Church of Knowledge is keen on spreading knowledge, and everyone knows it."

Renekton maintained the expression on his face and gave a not too clear answer.

Hey. I knew that this kind of Sequence Three saint would not come to me for no reason. Maybe, I will have a chance to draw him into my camp in the future!

"This crow is about to reach Sequence Seven. Do you have the Sequence Seven potion formula?"

Plunk smiled and changed the subject.

Before Renekton could speak, the crow on the side rushed to answer:

"No, not yet!"

Plaque nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"Then let me give you a psychic potion formula as a parting gift."

After saying that, Plak called the waiter, asked for a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote down the psychic's potion formula.

Then the written psychic recipe was handed over. Renekton took it, glanced at it, and then put it in his pocket.

Then he nodded and thanked Pulak who was sitting opposite:

"Thank you very much, Mr. Eggers. This recipe came at the right time."

"Thank you very much! Thank you very much!"

Anu, the crow, imitated Renekton's movements and kept nodding towards Plak to express his gratitude.

"Haha, you don't have to be so polite. I give this formula to you with conditions."

"I want to understand the process of this crow's subsequent promotion and some of its changes. The phoenix blood in it is not very strong, but I see a trace of atavism in it."

"Okay, no problem." Renekton nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Turning his gaze and glancing at the confused crow next to him, Renekton didn't think there would be any problem with this. After all, the mythical creatures in the path of death have all turned into feathered serpents. Even if they return to their ancestors, it is difficult to become The phoenix is ​​gone.

After eating a sumptuous dinner specializing in the Southern Continent, Renekton took the crow Anu and stood up to say goodbye. Before leaving, Plak told Renekton his messenger summoning spell.

He took a taxi back to Minsk Street, then got off the carriage and walked to his rented house. When he walked to House No. 15, Renekton looked inside thoughtfully.

"The night of the blood moon, will it be the night when Miss Magic joins the Tarot Club? It just so happens that today Klein was promoted to a Sequence Seven magic student. This coincidence is really interesting."

He stood in front of Klein's door and muttered a few words.

Then he turned around and walked into the house across the street. After returning home, he quickly went up to the second floor to wash up, and then Renekton lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The crimson moonlight shines into the room through the glass window. The transparent amber that Renekton casually placed on the coffee table by the window emits a flickering faint light under the active spirituality, just like the frequency of the beating of the heart.

Renekton, who was sleeping soundly, entered the dreamland again, as if he had arrived in the ancient Second or Third Era.

Here, Renekton saw images of giants, dragons, phoenixes, elves and other creatures. The picture keeps changing, and finally stops on a high mountain peak, with the sky frozen at dawn.

A vague male figure with fair skin and wearing a black clergy robe appeared, with long black hair hanging behind him, and eight pairs of white wings made of light behind him, like an angel descending to the world, filled with sacred breath. Everywhere.

"First meeting, the fourth remnant of the past after Amanissis and I."

The gentle and honest voice sounded, and Renekton quickly woke up from his dazed state. He turned around and looked around. The scene was like a frozen picture scroll. Renekton realized that he was still in a dream.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Renekton's brain was racing. He was a little unsure whether the person in front of him was the ancient sun god, the true creator, or a new identity in another state.

Seemingly sensing Renekton's doubts, the vague male figure spoke again:

"You can call me Sasril."

Renekton didn't contain his surprised expression and said in confusion:

"Sasril? Haven't you already fallen?"

The vague figure who called himself Saslier said calmly:

"I just have this name, but I am not the Dark Angel I once was."

"The dark angel was a personality that I specially differentiated in order to fight against the initial erosion, and I am a personality that emerged from a small part of the true creator's own will through the mysterious reappearance you used. "

Renekton was silent for a moment. The ancient sun god was really good at using his own will to create clones.

Although the other party's explanation was very reasonable, Renekton was still a little confused:

"That's just a mysterious reappearance of the fourth level of the sequence. Does it have such a strong effect?"

The vague figure who called himself Sasril said in the same calm tone:

"You underestimated the effect of this mysterious reappearance, and also overestimated me. I am only part of the divinity and will of the flesh and blood used by the true Creator as the carrier of his advent."

The scene was silent for a second or two, and the blurred figure said again:

"I want to make a deal with you!"

"What deal?" Although Renekton was questioning, he could roughly guess what the deal the other party wanted to propose was.

"The Aurora Society is planning an event that will bring me to life. It will be in December this year. I need you to allow me to successfully bring myself to an incarnation, and then kill it!"

"Huh?" Renekton was a little confused. The other party's condition of helping him become an incarnation was within Renekton's expectations, but killing his incarnation was a bit strange.

The vague figure seemed to answer the question and continued like a self-narration:

"I will let the avatar carry a copy of the characteristics of the second level of the sequence, as well as part of the crazy self-awareness."

"After killing my incarnation, you need to use another angel-level mysterious reappearance to help me stabilize this part of my conscious consciousness and restore it to the status of an angel."

After listening to the other party's entire plan, Renekton thought for a moment and then asked:

"The duration of this mysterious reappearance is only 40 days, and are you sure it can refresh your state and restore part of your consciousness?"

The vague figure said firmly:

"I'm sure that the biggest feature of this mysterious reappearance is that it can be based on a state that once existed and refresh the target's state. That's why 'I' was born."

"Although I, or the True Creator, have fallen into madness for a long time, I can still handle some things normally by relying on instinct. When the time comes, the True Creator will distort the 40-day limit and extend it indefinitely."

Renekton sighed, shook his head and said:

"I can't reproduce the mystery of the second level of the sequence. It will have a serious impact on myself, and even cause the characteristics of the sage in my body to be directly integrated with me."

"I understand your concerns, so I will bear the impact for you."

"Even if I only have a small part of consciousness and a clear consciousness of divinity, I still have the personality of a true god, enough to bear this influence."

Renekton was slightly stunned. If the other party could really bear the impact of the sage's characteristics for him, then this plan would indeed be feasible.

Huang Beibei should be able to solve an incarnation that actively seeks death. She has a sealed item in her hand that corresponds to sequence one of the path to death.

Moreover, I can also ask the hidden sage to provide her with some help.

The blurry figure spoke again:

"As a reward for the transaction, I will provide direct assistance when you reclaim the authority of the Perfect One."

"Your alliance with Herabogen is destined to attract the hostility of Leodro and Osykus, and you need more allies."

Renekton frowned slightly, and the other party's tone was a bit strange. He was completely talking to him as a person of the same level. This was not just because of his identity as a remnant of the past.

After thinking for a moment, Renekton said in a tentative tone:

"I cannot make a decision for the Hidden Sage."

"Hidden Sage? No, you represent the wilderness of knowledge, and the Hidden Sage will definitely obey your orders."

The vague figure's tone is still so calm and determined:

"I once had the authority of the Sea of ​​Chaos and omniscience and omnipotence. Even now, I can still see that you are very closely connected with the Wilderness of Knowledge. If the Wilderness of Knowledge has not been activated, you will be the one most likely to become the Demon of Knowledge."

"If you want to become the Demon of Knowledge, the authority of the Perfect One is crucial to you when the Hermit has been controlled by the Wilderness of Knowledge!"

Even now in his dream, Renekton felt his breathing become faster.

The other party's proposal gave Renekton no reason to refuse, but the identity of the other party made Renekton a little worried about the reaction of the God of Knowledge.

After all, Erwulong is his angel investor and the first partner of Knowledge Wilderness.

The scene fell silent again, no one spoke, and the dreamland seemed to have fallen into stillness.

This lasted for about a minute or two. Renekton looked at the vague figure who called himself Sasriel and said:

"I agree to the deal. In exchange, you need to help me regain my authority in my battle with Steam."

"As for allies, we can wait until you regain your status as an angel."

"The deal is established!" The blurry figure spoke in a calm voice, but with an irresistible majesty.

An invisible connection was formed between Renekton and the vague figure. Renekton felt as if the contract was notarized when he signed it.