Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In a deserted hotel room on Toscat Island in the Central Sunian Sea.

Dots of bright starlight suddenly poured out from the spirit world and quickly gathered together, condensing Renekton's original appearance in the starlight.

Looking around the room casually, his spiritual intuition was not triggered. Renekton breathed a sigh of relief, walked straight to the round table by the window, pulled out a cushioned wooden chair and sat down. I couldn’t help but sigh:

"I have circled such a large circle around the Rhoside Islands, and the relevant information about the spiritual world has been interfered with by me. Amon should not be able to continue tracking me."

"are you talking about me?"

"Then you may be disappointed. I have always been watching you."

Amon's voice sounded suddenly, as if he was speaking close to his ear, making people's hair stand on end uncontrollably.

Renekton's eyes darkened slightly, and his eyes fell on the seat opposite the round table. His vision was slightly dazed, and a familiar figure was sitting there.

Amon sat leisurely on the wooden chair, his right hand constantly tossing a piece of transparent amber sealed in the black mist.

Renekton was stunned for a moment, and some forgotten memories began to surface in his mind.

"It seems that you have almost remembered it, so there is no need for me to return the corresponding memories and thoughts to you."

"Don't throw things away casually, especially things that are part of your power."

"Otherwise, I will find you!"

Amon always had a smile on his lips, and he playfully handed the piece of transparent amber in front of Renekton's eyes and said.

It's really annoying. Why didn't the Storm Lord kill this guy just now? Renekton glanced at Amon across from him expressionlessly, his eyes suddenly deep, with a dark blue glow lingering.

Under his gaze, the piece of transparent amber in Amon's hand instantly decomposed into bits of bright starlight, which dissipated in a very short period of time, leaving only a black mist-like thing in Amon's hand.

Amon chuckled nonchalantly, flipping his fingers casually, hiding the black mist like magic, and conjured up a slightly cracked monocle.

Amon said with a voice full of joy:

"Although I lost a number of clones, the Church of the Waves was truly stolen by me, thanks to your mysterious reappearance."

"I'm in a good mood today. In return, I plan to tell you some real and effective secrets. I think no one who knows secrets will not like this kind of secret occult knowledge."

A smile gradually appeared at the corner of Amon's mouth. He didn't consider Renekton's expression of rejection at all. He chuckled and said:

"Do you know Redemption Rose?"

"It seems that you know that it was definitely not the traitorous dragon of Herabogen who told you. They will only cover up the true history in a despicable way."

The light in Renekton's eyes gradually brightened, and his thoughts became calmer, preventing any unnecessary thoughts and emotions from arising in his heart.

Amon looked at him casually, smiled indifferently, and continued:

"This is the organization summoned by Night and Sasril to assassinate my father. Among them are the current Seven Gods, the King of Angels who once served my father, and some other guys. Together they are The giants conspired in the court and killed my father."

"What is the name of the magic you create from this story? What is its effect?"

Renekton looked at Amon expressionlessly and said without any fluctuation in his tone:

"You think I'd use this mysterious reappearance?"

There was no unnecessary expression on Amon's face, he slightly raised his eyebrows and said:

"Why not use it? Don't you think it would be more interesting to use this mysterious reappearance on themselves?"

Renekton was silent for a moment, and the image of the Storm Lord's trident poking at him subconsciously emerged in his mind.

In just a moment, he sorted out his emotions and cleared away the thoughts that suddenly surged in his mind.

"It turns out that the effect is like this. It fits the group of betrayers very well."

Amon said in a low voice, and the tear-stained monocle in his hand turned into a black mist at some point.

when? Have I had related thoughts stolen from me again? Renekton heard Amon's voice just as he dispersed:

"Am I the kind of thief who constantly steals from other people? I just commit a little bit of fraud."

Renekton controlled his desire to complain, moved his eyes away from the characteristics of the Desire Apostle in Amon's hand, and said casually:

"Can your deception turn something that doesn't exist into something real?"

"I'm just cheating, not just wishful thinking." Amon chuckled, shook his head, and continued:

"Would you like me to tell you some secret stories about steam? Keep it secret and keep it true."

Renekton pretended not to hear His words and said:

"Can you use deceptive rules or even deceive the world to make people regard what happened in their dreams as reality, and have some feedback truly be reflected in him?"

Amon reached out and pinched the monocle at his right eye, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, like a child who found his favorite toy, and said with some expectation in his voice:

"It's a very interesting idea. I will definitely try it when I become a mistake. It's really interesting!"

"Now I can easily cheat the rules, but it's still a little difficult to cheat the world."

It was just a bit difficult, not impossible. Renekton glanced at Amon and failed to detect any reaction on his face.

"When Steam became the true god, he had not yet digested his Sequence One potion. He was under pressure from the Moss Ascetic Order."

Tuk~tuk~

Renekton tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, interrupting Amon's words.

The next moment, eyes of deep blue and almost purple emerged from the surroundings. They emerged from the shadows, from the gaps, and from every dark corner.

It shines with pure light, but is quite cold and has no warmth.

At the pupil position of each eye, illusory symbols built by layers of doors emerge, which are connected to different places in the spiritual world.

Amon narrowed his eyes and said with an imperceptible emotion in his voice:

"You want to play hide and seek with me?"

"Interesting, how about we add some more bets?"

As soon as Amon finished speaking, Renekton's figure suddenly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The statue shattered into pieces, and bright stars surged into the surrounding eyes.

As the starlight began to surge, the surrounding eyes began to flicker brightly and dimly, as if they were constantly disappearing and reappearing.

Amon slowly raised the corners of his lips, and held the black mist with his right hand. Illusive, viscous black liquid kept pouring out of his hand, rushing to cover the surrounding starlight.

The moment these black liquids condensed from various emotions and desires appeared, the cold and indifferent eyes around them were infected with crazy emotions, and the speed of flickering suddenly accelerated.

"Oh, this completely random spiritual world coordinates can indeed get rid of me to a great extent, but do you really dare to set foot in it?"

Amon's unclear voice echoed in the room, arousing layers of restless emotions.

The surrounding eyes suddenly exploded, turning into clusters of bright starlight, directly covering the surrounding thick darkness, hiding Amon's figure.

Renekton's figure reunited in the stars. The index and middle fingers of his right hand held a white jade chess piece, and pressed it gently in front of him.

Amon raised his hand to pinch the monocle at the position of his eyes. The speed suddenly slowed down, as if the flow of time on his body had been slowed down.

It only lasted a moment before Amon's movements returned to normal.

"Interesting!" He sighed softly, and the surrounding starlight suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Renekton was not surprised that Amon could resolve the situation he had created so quickly. He took a step back slightly, and a "door" formed behind him instantly.

This "door" has no fixed connection point. As long as you step in, it may appear anywhere in the spiritual world.

With the retreating movement, Renekton's figure instantly disappeared into the "door".

He smiled slightly at Amon, watched the distance between him and him disappear, and entered the "door" with himself.

The surrounding scenery turned into richly colored layers of color blocks in an instant, as if entering a constantly twisting passage, constantly changing directions and retreating.

Amon's voice echoed in Renekton's ears without any hindrance:

"This kind of randomness doesn't get rid of me. I can easily change the location where I appear."