Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

boom!boom!

Two gunshots rang out one after another, and the bullets instantly shot out of the gun barrel and hit Renekton.

The police officer looked at this scene with a somewhat broken expression. He just wanted to warn the other party and had no intention of shooting, but his emotions were so tense just now that he subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Feeling the movement behind him, Renekton didn't hesitate and continued to bend down to pick up the milky white dice under the gas lamppost.

Behind him, an invisible giant hand appeared instantly, intercepting two bullets one after the other in mid-air.

Bang!

The second bullet hit the first bullet, and with a strange coincidence, the first bullet broke through the blockage of the invisible giant hand, passed under the index finger of Renekton's right hand, and hit the milky white bullet on the ground. Roll the dice and knock it far away.

Renekton stood up helplessly. He felt that he had tried his best to prevent him from getting the dice.

"You don't want to fall into the hands of the Church of Storms, right?"

Renekton lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"What a coincidence! We meet again."

"Huh? After you separated the characteristics of the reader's pathway in your body, did you finally see clearly the true face of the traitorous dragon?"

"Do you want to consider becoming my favored one?"

A somewhat joking voice came from behind, greeting Renekton in a familiar voice.

Renekton's movements froze for a moment without looking back. The moment he heard the voice, he had already sketched in his mind a figure with a monocle on his right eye.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be so familiar with me. Do you want to consider the proposal I just made?"

Amon's voice sounded teasingly behind Renekton. It was obvious that he had just achieved the effect of "mind-reading" by stealing thoughts and ideas.

Renekton turned around with a complicated mood. In the process, a pure light of deep blue and almost purple lingered in his eyes, giving people an unusually sacred and wise feeling, but also seemed quite cold and without warmth.

He tilted his head slightly and said in a voice without any emotion:

"In order to prevent me from getting it, this dice really tried its best, even you were pulled over."

While speaking, he summoned an invisible hand to pick up the dice of probability that rolled aside.

The moment the invisible hand touched the dice of probability, another silver-white electric snake suddenly fell from the sky.

"I noticed an anomaly in the fate of this area, but I didn't expect it to be caused by this little thing."

"It's really interesting. Tell me, should I hand you over to that stupid big snake?"

The police officer holding a gun and guarding Renekton tilted his head, and then turned the pistol in his hand. As if by magic, the pistol turned into a milky-white dice in his hand.

As he finished speaking, the milky-white dice suddenly fell from His hand. After shaking on the ground for a few times, it stopped steadily, with six o'clock pointing upward!

"Oh, that's really interesting!"

Amon's voice came out from the police officer's mouth. He put his left hand into his pocket, fumbled for a crystal-carved monocle, and put it on his right eye.

The next moment, his image was distorted in Renekton's eyes, like an old TV set whose signal suddenly failed.

When he recovered, the original image of the police officer had changed into the image of a classical wizard wearing a classic black robe, a broad forehead, a thin face, and a tall black top hat.

He reached out and pinched the distinctive monocle crystal glasses on his right eye, showed a very friendly smile and said:

"It seems that I have much better luck than you."

As Amon finished speaking, Renekton felt that the other person's aura suddenly expanded a lot, directly raising his aura to the demigod level.

Renekton glanced at the milky white dice lying quietly on the ground with an expressionless expression. He felt that such a dice deserved a beating.

This dice brought him a batch of cloned insects of time? Or did a nearby clone just find an item that the thief found?

"I just happened to find a doppelgänger in Bayam's Punisher team recently. He also likes to wear monocles, and I have a close relationship!"

Amon answered Renekton's questions in an unhurried voice, even though he didn't ask at all.

"So, your clone just got a sealed artifact controlled by the Church of Storms?"

As he spoke, Renekton's eyes fell on Darkwill lying between the two of them. He gently poked his fingers, creating pieces of starlight that blended into Darkwill's body.

"Cough! Cough!"

Darkwill, who was lying on the ground and had fallen into a coma, suddenly coughed violently, causing saliva to fly everywhere, covering half of his face, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

After a moment, he coughed up a small translucent worm that was as long as a thumb and had 12 completely transparent links, and fell to the ground along his barely visible jawline.

As the worm of time was coughed out, Darkwill became quiet again, as if he had entered a wonderful sleep, with a trace of saliva flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Darkwill turning from coma to sleep, Renekton raised his right hand slightly wordlessly and pushed forward.

Following his movements, bright stars emerged one after another. They spread out pieces of starlight and connected with each other to form a whole.

These stars surged forward quickly, carrying Darkwill's unconscious body away from the street.

Renekton withdrew his gaze, looked at Amon who was standing opposite him and chuckled:

"There's no need to parasitize such irrelevant people, right? Anyway, if we fight, don't you still have to recycle these Time Insects?"

"If this is your request, of course it's okay. I'm usually very kind to the people I like."

Amon responded with a noncommittal smile.

Are you sure the person you are interested in is not your doppelganger reserve? We have been chatting calmly for so long. How many ideas have been stolen from me? Without the characteristics of the prophet, it is really inconvenient at this time.

As his thoughts turned, he heard Amon's voice clearly appear in his ears:

"It's not a lot. I just stole the twelve different ways of coping that you listed in your mind."

"But I think that's not all. After all, you are still very calm both in appearance and in your heart."

Renekton suddenly felt like he was frightened. Before he noticed it, Amon had already walked up to him and talked into his ear. Or maybe he had noticed it, but the corresponding reaction was stolen.

His mind froze for a moment, Renekton turned his head and looked at Amon, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Bayam happened to have an angel from the Church of Storms staying recently, and he also carried a level 0 sealed object."

"so what?"

"You want me to steal that level 0 sealed item from the angels of the Angry People?"

Amon took a step back and said with a lack of interest.

Renekton raised his lips, shook his head slightly and said:

"Of course not, you are just a demigod-level clone."

"How about we steal the Church of the Waves?"

Amon's eyes flashed slightly, revealing a hint of danger. He was obviously just a demigod-level clone, but it gave Renekton the feeling of facing the pressure of an angel.

Renekton suddenly froze for a moment, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

The next moment, he saw Amon shaking the monocle he was wearing, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Angleweed? That fat lizard with a short neck and short legs has come back to life?"

Amon's description made Renekton subconsciously conjure up the image of Angelweed's dragon form, and he felt that the other person's description made sense.

Led by his words, Renekton quickly reacted and wiped the thoughts from his mind.

Amon didn't pay attention to Renekton's reaction, as if he saw something interesting, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and said:

"It's really like that. It's interesting. Among the few ancient dragons that are still alive, are there clones left by him? Is it Alex? Or is it Eric Hog?"

"It looks like it's that chatty old lizard from Eric Hog."

Amon's words seemed to have some kind of magic, always bringing up Renekton's emotions just right, allowing him to confirm his guesses.

There's something wrong. I shouldn't be easily aroused to so many emotions in my almost sage state. Thinking of something, Renekton flapped his left hand twice on his waist without touching the transparent amber pendant.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Amon chuckled lightly, and in front of Renekton, he took out a transparent amber containing a black mist from the inner pocket of his classical robe.