Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After being hit by silvery white lightning several times in a row, the diffuse starlight could no longer maintain its concentration inward, and Renekton's figure was condensed in the starlight.

There were also traces of silvery electric light flashing on his body, with a strong paralysis effect, causing him to fall into a state of stiffness for a short time.

In the sky shrouded by thick dark clouds and silver-white electric light, a human face exaggerated enough to cover the entire Bayam appeared. Its eyes, mouth and nose were filled with silver-white electric light, revealing an indescribable feeling. of majesty.

A deep, breathless, almost solid anger was conveyed from this face.

With its appearance, the thunder forest that originally enveloped everything came to a standstill, and the surrounding wind and lightning all surrendered to the feet of their king.

At the same moment, Renekton's premonition of danger suddenly screamed crazily, as if the ultimate danger had arrived. In a way that he could not perceive, he could not even think of escape or resistance in his mind.

He lowered his head, not daring to look up at the human face in the sky. If the Lord of Storms deliberately let him see something, he would have lost control and collapsed without the subsequent divine punishment.

He stared intently at the dice of probability that was constantly rotating in the palm of his left hand. He held the Wheel of Fortune card between the index and middle fingers of his right hand and held it up.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Amon's figure appeared beside him at some point. He also stopped moving. It seemed that the angry gaze from the Lord of Storms had some impact on this clone.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, not paying too much attention to Amon's condition, and began to make final preparations to survive, otherwise he would have to play with Amon's clone.

As his thoughts turned with difficulty, he began to pour spirituality into the Wheel of Fortune card, and at the same time whispered in his heart in dragon language:

"The essence of knowledge, the source of mystery, the glory of civilization, and the persistence of truth."

"Oh, is it so embarrassing to die with me?"

"Generally speaking, being able to drag a clone of the King of Angels to death together is enough to be written into legends, painted into murals, and something that everyone can praise and sigh with."

Amon's tone was frivolous, as if he didn't care about the Storm Lord above him at all.

Thank you for your kindness. I am still young and don’t want to report to the underworld so early. As soon as the idea emerged, the pressure from above my head suddenly became stronger, almost condensing into substantial pressure.

Renekton's legs trembled slightly, and he almost fell directly to the charred ground.

The dice of probability fell directly from his hand because of his unstable body. After rolling a few times, it gradually stopped, with one point pointing upwards!

The corners of Renekton's eyes kept beating, and a strong uneasiness filled his heart.

"Amon!" A roar came from above the clouds, as if coming from an infinite height, from the abyss of the storm in the dazzling star world.

Bah! Bah! Bah!

The silvery-white electric light slanted down like a waterfall, instantly covering everything around it, drowning everything, and destroying everything.

The silvery white light, wrapped in the will of destruction and anger, instantly enveloped Amon, and also enveloped Renekton, who was not far from Amon.

In the hotel in Bayam Dockside, Klein stood in front of the glass window with an ugly expression.

Amon? Amon is in Bayam? And provoked the Church of Storms?

This kind of power is definitely not what the Angel of the Church of Storms temporarily stationed in Bayam can achieve. There is a high probability that the Lord of Storms took action himself. Klein looked sideways at the door of the bedroom on one side, hesitating whether to go to the gray mist above.

No, Amon can feel the breath of Origin Castle above the gray fog. If he happens to have a clone nearby, then I will directly hit the muzzle.

Sigh~ I hope that the Church of Storms can directly deal with Amon, although there is a high probability that the people here are just clones. Klein looked out the window at the thick dark clouds with a complex expression. He suddenly regretted that he did not leave Baia with Daniz yesterday. Damn it.

In a private port outside Bayam City, the Blue Avenger was moored here. Alger stood firmly on the bow of the ship, staring deeply at the large dark clouds in the sky and the falling lightning.

What happened again? Who dares to provoke the Church of Storms at this time? It was obvious that I just accepted the mission from the church yesterday and was just about to go to sea today when I encountered this kind of thing.

Alger's brows almost knitted into a "Chuan" shape, and his azure eyes seemed deep and deep. He felt that his mission was about to change again.

He turned to look behind him. All his crew members spontaneously gathered on the deck, looking worried or nervous. But after the exaggerated face appeared in the sky, they all lowered their heads and whispered to the Storm Lord. Get up in prayer.

Alger silently stared at the exaggerated outline of a human face in the sky, as well as the silver-white electric light sloping down like a waterfall. His heart beat violently uncontrollably, and the flame called ambition kept rising.

This is the power that can truly change destiny and change the situation. Following the recovery of Mr. Fool, can I also reach this level and become the legendary angel, or even go further.

Zhi~zhi~

The silver-white electric light slanting down from the dark clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, leaving a huge, charred black pit in its place, with silver-white electric arcs constantly scurrying around.

A charred dice full of cracks trembled feebly at the bottom of the pit, and every silver-white arc passing through the dice would splash some silver-white smoke.

Not far from it, there is a monocle made of ground crystal lying there quietly. It is covered with large and small cracks and has some traces of melting.

The next moment, a palm reached out from the void, picked up the monocle from the ground, and under the gaze of many eyes, retracted into the void with the monocle.

A voice full of joking and fun sounded, regardless of the distance, echoing in the ears of everyone watching here.

"I will take your church away. Maybe when I get tired of playing with it, I will throw it somewhere conspicuous and let you pick it up yourself."

"Huh? This is..."

boom! boom! boom!

Several more bolts of lightning fell in succession, and the surrounding air seemed to twist.

As the electric light fell, the dice, which was already full of cracks, was completely shattered and turned into a ball of liquid that looked like mercury, slowly flowing and converging into a circle.

One after another, complex mercury symbols emerged in the surrounding void, forming one wheel after another connected to each other, and each wheel had different logos around it.

It seems that there are countless illusory symbols and different rivers of destiny intersecting together and flowing backward into reality.

The surrounding areas destroyed by lightning became illusory and overlapping, and the fate of the future overlapped with a certain moment in the past.

The next moment, everything around them returned to the way it was before it was destroyed by lightning, including the figures of Renekton and Amon, which also reappeared here, but without the silver-white glow that enveloped everything and destroyed everything.

"Restart destiny? Does this dice still have this ability?"

"However, after I left, they actually pulled me back again. This is a bit troublesome!"

Although he was talking about trouble, there was no trace of pressure in Amon's tone.

He casually put the monocle held in his right hand back on his right eye. It seemed that the restart of his destiny just now did not completely affect him. It was more like he chose to return because he discovered something interesting.

Already restarted once? Renekton silently lowered his head and glanced at the dice of probability in his hand. He felt that the dice had undergone some subtle changes. It seemed that it was not so repulsive to me?

"Six o'clock." Renekton said casually.

The probability die in the palm of his hand spun spontaneously, then quickly stopped, with six o'clock pointing up!

really! Renekton stepped back slightly with his right foot, leaned back, and opened his arms as if embracing the sun.

A magnificent, pure and blazing light tore through the thick layers of dark clouds in the sky, and the pure and clear sunlight instantly illuminated the entire Bayam, forcibly changing the surrounding weather.

His body suddenly became transparent and illusory, and invisible sharp wind blades slashed across it, plowing out ravines and piles of foam on the surrounding ground.

Under the illumination of light, these foams reflect dreamy colors, which are fleeting.

"Interesting!" Amon still stood there and chuckled.

The sharp wind blades passed through his body without causing any ripples, as if he did not exist here.

Amon looked at the blue figure in the air with great interest:

He is obviously an old man with white beard and hair, but his complexion is ruddy and his eyes are as bright as a young man in his twenties and thirties. He is wearing a simple light blue robe, and the aura on his body is like a bottomless natural disaster.

After just a moment, he withdrew his gaze and chuckled with disdain:

"This old man is not dead yet, he is quite alive!"

"I rebelled with the angry people, but now I can't even become a pope, and I was robbed by a latecomer. It's really embarrassing!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

What responded to Amon's words was a dense thunder. The dark clouds that had been dispersed by the sun quickly gathered again. Thick lightning fell one after another, carrying a substantial aura of destruction. It struck the surroundings densely, completely submerging Amon. .