Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After Renekton returned to Minsk Street, it was completely dark outside.

Although it was not yet night in terms of time, Backlund's thick haze obscured the evening sunlight, making it look no different from night.

Looking at the dark night sky outside the window and the sporadic lights coming from the windows of the surrounding houses, Renekton sighed:

"It's darker than night and it's not time to turn on the gas streetlights yet."

Thinking that he still had enough time, Renekton took the rare opportunity to cook a dinner by himself. Although he was not a superb cook, the food at least suited his taste.

After eating too much barbecue and bread, Renekton felt that Russell's biggest failure was not saving the food of this era, and even wondered if Russell was a kitchen killer.

After dinner, Renekton looked at the rib Mr. A gave him for a moment in the bedroom that incorporated the characteristics of the Black Knight.

The mass of flesh and blood on his body never responded. Renekton even attached the rib to the tattoo on his left forearm, but the other party still didn't respond.

Renekton had no choice but to go to bed early and ask the other party in his dreams.

After lying on the bed, Renekton quickly began to meditate, allowing himself to quickly fall into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Renekton's confused mind came to his senses again. This time, the environment was the same as last time, inside the Dusk Temple.

Renekton skillfully turned his head to look at the uppermost seat in the palace. The blurry figure there was no longer blurry.

A man with shoulder-length black hair, slightly curled, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be covered with shadows, was looking at Renekton in the same way.

He wears a black robe wrapped with silver silk threads, engraved with complex symbols, and hung with gorgeous accessories. Layers of virtual black wings hang down from his back, covering most of his body.

The shadow under him was as thick as a living creature, and it seemed to be still squirming undetectably.

"Sasril!" Renekton said a name softly.

There was a slight smile on the man's face. He didn't know whether he was happy because his condition had improved a little, or because he was happy because of the name Saslier.

His voice was low and plain:

"I like Saslier's identity very much, so I plan to continue using it."

"Of course, there is also the reason why this identity still has some anchors left, which helps me stabilize my status."

Renekton nodded slightly, not surprised that Sasriel, the dark angel, still had some remaining faith.

Adam has always promoted the belief in the ancient sun god, although it is limited to the Twilight Hermits, and there are also those in the Forsaken Land.

"Have you absorbed the characteristics of that rib?"

Renekton asked the question he was most concerned about. After all, it was a level 1 sealed object that he had just received. He had not even used it once before it would be gone.

Sasril shook his head slightly and said, "No, I only took away the divinity and will inside."

Renekton's eyes moved to the shadow under him. The true creator's will must be crazy, and taking it away would most likely pollute himself.

Sasril noticed Renekton's gaze, casually glanced at the shadows under him, and said with a chuckle:

"You are very perceptive. This is not a big problem. The period before God descended was enough for me to integrate and digest this part of my will."

"I need to be in a better state to face what's next."

Since the other party said so himself, Renekton no longer had any unnecessary worries and asked instead:

"Can you suppress the negative effects of cutting off the ribs?"

Saslier stretched out his right hand and raised it in front of himself, as if he was holding something invisible, and asked at the same time:

"What kind of weapon do you prefer?"

"Weapon?" Renekton was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why the other party suddenly asked this question, but he still said honestly:

"I don't have a clear preference. After all, I'm better at casting spells."

Sasril nodded slightly, and a bone staff as long as an adult's forearm appeared on his outstretched right hand.

The whole body is gray, with strange dark red patterns on it. The front end of the bone staff is like a grasping white bone palm, and the end of the bone staff is like a blade.

"So be it!"

Sasril nodded with satisfaction, then withdrew his hand, and the osteotomy staff disappeared at the same time, and then looked at Renekton and said:

"I made some adjustments to the image and ability of the rib. It now has the ability to herd souls, but there can only be three at most. If the soul reaches the demigod level, there can only be one."

"I have suppressed the negative effects to a certain extent. After using it to fight, you need to find some flesh and blood for it to devour. As for the pollution of corruption and dirty power, you can purify it yourself. It is very simple."

"It will also pray to me regularly every day. You don't need to worry about this, because the object of its prayers is me and it will not have any impact on you."

Renekton nodded in surprise. The other party was obviously still talking in his dream, but he could also affect the ribs placed in his bedroom.

The bone staff modified by Sasril had a habit of praying, which reminded Renekton of those sealed objects that also had this negative effect. Most of them belonged to the five paths of omniscience and omnipotence.

Renekton glanced at Sasril who was standing in front of him and felt a little more clear in his heart.

The case has been solved. Those sealed objects always like to sing and praise the corresponding gods. They are all made in vain. The most common negative effects of the sun pathway are caused by the ancient sun god.

"What are you thinking about?" came Saslier's calm voice.

Renekton calmed down his thoughts and asked a random question:

"The Aurora Society is now a completely anti-human cult. Are you going to let them change their ways?"

Saslier was silent for a while, and then said:

"This is inevitable. When I return to my angelic status, I will lead the Aurora Society in a new direction."

"I have been crazy as the True Creator for too long. Under the suppression of the Seven Gods and my own influence, the Aurora Society, which is mainly composed of secret prayers, has become what it is now."

Renekton nodded in agreement. It would be best if the other party could lead the Aurora Society out of the scope of a cult.

However, the True Creator was still in a state of madness. Thinking of this, Renekton frowned slightly and said:

"The True Creator is the true God of this path. As long as He has not recovered his senses, all mystics will still be affected by the influence from the top of the sequence."

Saslier said with a smile: "I bear their suffering!"

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.

The first thing Renekton did when he got up was to see how the ribs he had put on the table aside last night were doing.

The ribs that were originally on the table had turned into a bone staff as long as an adult's forearm. Renekton took it in his hand and looked at it curiously.

It felt cold to the touch, but the evil feeling on the bone staff was much weaker than yesterday's rib form. It seemed to be the change brought about by Saslier.

Renekton pointed forward with his bone staff, and the shadows in the room instantly came to life, flooding up like water, twisting and twisting in the bedroom.

Renekton's hand holding the bone staff slightly twisted twice, and the shadows in the room quickly returned to their original positions. It was as if everything just now had never happened.

Then he reached out and gently touched the blade-like end of the bone staff.

The power of the Fallen Realm quickly gathered, and an extremely sharp blade as long as an arm extended from the end of the bone staff.

Renekton waved the spiritual-flesh blade, and the small coffee table next to him instantly split into two halves.

The cutting surface is exceptionally smooth, which seems to describe the sharpness of the spiritual and flesh blade.

Without continuing to test the ability of the bone staff, Renekton has already felt the desire to devour flesh and blood conveyed to him by the bone staff. Although it is not strong, if he continues to use it, this desire will become more and more intense. The stronger.

They all moved away from the bone staff, and Renekton's eyes quickly turned a blue-white color.

A sacred, bright, bright and pure warm light appeared in the room. This light quickly purified Renekton of the pollution of depravity and filthy power.

Renekton felt his whole body become relaxed.

After understanding the positive and negative effects of the bone staff, Renekton went out and bought about ten kilograms of fresh beef. He kept part of it to make breakfast for himself, and fed the rest to the bone staff.

The originally grasping white bone palm at the top of the bone staff stretched out, and a mouth full of fangs opened in the palm of the hand.

There was no need for anyone to pick it up. The bone staff seemed to come alive. It suddenly jumped up from the table and landed on the fresh beef. The white-bone palms kept grabbing it, and the mouth with the cracked palms chewed and swallowed crazily. .

"Are you alive by meal time?"

Renekton sighed when he saw this scene.

He had checked it when he used the bone staff before. At that time, the bone staff did not show this living characteristic.

Now it seems that the bone staff may have been dormant at that time, and it would only wake up when eating and praying to Sasriel.