Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton kept turning the bone staff in his hand like a juggling stick, while his eyes were fixed on the three figures approaching quickly.

Following closely behind him was a pale man with a few inconspicuous black spots on his face, like traces left after the healing of rotten wounds. His eyes were full of malice, and he did not hide it at all.

He is more like a living corpse hungry for fresh flesh and blood than a human being.

"Zombie Jason." Renekton, who was sitting in the shadows, murmured in a low voice, and then focused on the figure at the back.

About ten meters behind the zombie Jason, there was a thin but strong man with shaved hair that stood up like spikes.

The tip of the palm has a metallic luster, and the black nails reflect the crimson moonlight. These nails look like black daggers.

The distance between him and Maric and Jason in front was getting wider and wider.

"Werewolf." Renekton groaned, recalling the werewolf he had encountered in Feneport.

The thumb of his right hand gently rubbed the bone staff in his hand, and his eyes looked at the werewolf with undisguised murderous intent.

The distance between Maric and Jason was always within seven or eight meters, sometimes lengthening, sometimes shortening, over and over again.

While Jason was chasing Maric, the black spots on his face gradually expanded and became transparent, as if there was rotten liquid flowing out.

Wherever Maric and Jason passed, a layer of white frost formed, freezing the surrounding soil inch by inch, and the surrounding weeds were rotting and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wow!

A pale palm stretched out from the frost-covered soil and accurately grasped Jason's ankle.

Snapped! As expected, Jason twisted his body and kicked hard, breaking the hand sticking out of the dirt from his wrist.

The flesh and blood at the fracture had long since rotted, and strips of white maggots were scrambling to wriggle out from the inside.

Having arrived at the ambush location, Maric finally stopped, pinched his lips with his hands, and blew a shrill whistle.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Living corpses emerged from the surrounding soil one after another, and a cold wind blew around them.

Countless transparent shadows seemed to smell the blood feast and swarmed towards Jason, constantly tearing and biting his body.

"Hmph!" Jason also stopped and snorted coldly.

Shadows flew out from him in an instant, some screamed and disappeared, and some were lost in place.

The next moment, Maric and Jason raised their right hands at the same time, aiming at each other with their index fingers.

Silently, the air between the two exploded, sending out wisps of black air.

Jason made no other moves, but Maric took a step back, and a few strands of his messy hair withered and fell down in an instant.

Jason stared at Maric with undisguised malicious eyes, as if looking at a prey that was about to be obtained, and laughed in a disdainful and hoarse voice:

"Maric, you are still so weak."

At this time, Tyr, the werewolf who had been thrown away by Jason and Maric before, came over.

"Don't rush to deal with Maric, wait for Sharon to rescue him, Lord Steve will arrive soon."

Werewolf Tyr said in a low voice.

Renekton, who was sitting on the roof of a nearby warehouse and watched this scene quietly, narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that this werewolf seemed to be more rational than the zombie Jason.

"Are the Extraordinaries of the indulgent faction of the Rose School of Thought more and more crazy the higher they are?"

Renekton looked at the scene below and murmured softly.

Jason, who was originally standing in front of the werewolf Tyr, suddenly turned his head, his pale face looked gloomy, and a figure vaguely appeared in his eyes.

The figure was wearing a black palace dress, with pale golden hair, a delicate face, and bloodless skin, making her look like an exquisite doll.

Jason's two palms stretched out and pinched the neck of werewolf Tyr.

Crunch! The sound of bones being unable to hold up was heard.

The next moment, Tyre's neck swelled up, growing hard black hairs, which briefly resisted the force on his neck.

Taking advantage of the little breathing space gained by turning into a werewolf, Tyre reached into his pocket and broke a certain preset spiritual shackles.

In an instant, the entire open space and the surrounding warehouses were enveloped in a crimson moonlight.

The force on Werewolf Tyr's neck gradually weakened, and Sharon's figure slowly emerged from behind Jason.

A proud and cruel smile appeared on Tai's face, and he took out a dark red jewelry from his pocket that constantly exuded tranquility. The jewelry was in the shape of a full moon, surrounded by crimson gemstones one after another. In the middle are symbols and mysterious patterns symbolizing the moon.

It is like a shrunken "full moon", a "full moon" filled with crimson.

Sharon instinctively took a few steps back, her illusory and erratic spiritual state fading away, and then she fell to the ground, her complicated black palace dress stained with dust and mud on the ground.

Tyr held up the circular ornament that was blooming with crimson moonlight, and while panting, he laughed in a ferocious and hoarse voice:

"It's a pity that your counterattack has been anticipated by Lord Steve, and Sharon, your priority possession control target must be Jason, who has a higher ranking than me. Therefore, he handed over the Crimson Moon Crown to Got me."

"Guess, where is he now?"

A burst of bright but not dazzling light, like the bright and holy morning light, scattered, covering the warehouses in this area and the enclosed open space in the middle.

The bright morning light and the crimson moonlight competed with each other, and the light became chaotic and blended.

Sharon stood up from the ground again, but she did not turn into a spirit state.

Because although the surrounding crimson moonlight was somewhat suppressed by the light of the morning sun, its influence was still there, and the dawn here also had a certain weakening and influence on her, especially when she was in the spirit state.

"Doesn't this mean that I have to wait until I find the wronged soul Steve before taking action? Has Al found the hidden wronged soul? Or did he directly intervene in the battle because of changes in the plan?"

Klein, who was also hiding in the shadows, frowned, feeling anxious in his heart. His previous plan was completely disrupted.

While Klein was still hesitating whether he should take action, the battle below became more intense.

The morning light, which competed with the crimson moonlight for dominance, formed chains in the air and began to restrain the werewolf Tyr and the zombie Jason.

Sharon took advantage of this opportunity, took two steps back, then raised her arms with some difficulty, and took off the black glove on her right palm with her left hand.

The next moment, endless illusory light burst out from Sharon's palm. In front of Sharon, they intertwined into a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and filled with indescribable meanings.

The door shook, opened with a creak, and cracked a gap!

A pair of arms, some pale, some transparent, some full of teeth, or some bloody and skinless, stretched out from the gap, crossed the void, and grabbed the werewolf Tyr holding the crimson moon crown high.

A pair of indescribable eyes were densely packed, hiding behind the bronze door, quietly watching the prey ahead.

Before the werewolf Tyr could completely break free from the chains condensed by the morning light, he was grabbed by arms one after another. The smooth illusory tentacles and the blue-black vines that highlighted the baby faces were about to begin to wrap around him. Thiel.

These strange things cried and screamed, trying their best to drag the werewolf Tyr towards the door.

The werewolf Tyr tried hard to maintain his own sense and not let himself drop the moon crown he held high behind him.

Because Maric had taken a sedative beforehand, he was not completely affected by the full moon fruit brought by the crimson moon corona.

Taking this opportunity, he immediately poured the last two sedatives into his mouth.

Layers of frost spread towards Sharon, and Jason had broken free from the restrictions of the chains.

Stretch out your right hand, thumb pointing up, and index finger aimed at Sharon.

Maric quickly pointed at Jason with the same gesture. Silently, the air around Sharon exploded, and Sharon was pushed several meters away by the air wave.

The light of the morning light weakened Maric and Jason's spells, and at the same time protected Sharon just now.

The next moment, several pure and blazing rays of light hit Jason and Tyr one after another. The purifying power directly penetrated their flesh and blood and began to spread on their bodies.

On the roof of a warehouse nearby, a slowly rotating brass ring was suspended behind Renekton, surrounded by many pale yellow papers with strange patterns and symbols floating in the air.

The next moment, Renekton's figure instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The statue shattered into pieces, and bright stars surged out.

Maric quickly threw Jason down and violently attacked, causing Jason's body to be torn apart.

But the next moment, Maric's movements became sluggish, and then he paused. He grabbed his neck uncontrollably and began to exert force.

The shadow under Maric suddenly came to life, and flooded up like water, entangled him tightly, and his suicidal behavior was also restricted.

The bright stars surged and appeared next to the werewolf Tyr who was about to be dragged into the bronze door. Pieces of starlight began to reunite inside, and Renekton's figure walked out holding a bone staff.

He raised his hand and gently touched the blade-like end of the bone staff, and the power derived from the fall surged out, condensing into an extremely sharp blade that was as long as his arm.

Steve, the evil spirit possessing Maric, wants to leave Maric's body to support Tyr. The most important thing is not to let the Crimson Moon Crown be taken away.

A sacred, clear, brilliant and pure warm light descended from the sky directly enveloped Maric and Jason together.

The shadow that wrapped around Maric's body became a layer of protection at this time.

The living corpse Jason on the side, who had not yet recovered from the consecutive purification cuts, had bursts of black smoke coming out of his body.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and in the open space that was already far away from the scope of the holy light, a light golden stream of light arrived in an instant, hitting the seemingly empty open space.

A bright flame erupted where the bullet hit, and a figure wearing a black tuxedo and a dark red cloak was quickly outlined.