Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

I only realize this now because the corresponding thoughts were directly stolen? Will He tell Leonard? Klein's heart beat faster involuntarily. He turned his head slightly and looked at Leonard, whose body was controlled by the Thief Path Angel.

As everyone's thoughts floated, Snowman had basically returned to his previous appearance, but his brown hair was stained with gray and there were more wrinkles on his face.

"You still have twenty years to live. Even if you are promoted to demigod in the future, you will not be able to increase it unless you become an angel."

Pales's old voice came from Leonard's mouth.

Then he reached forward and made a grabbing and pulling motion, and he took out a picture frame about half a meter long.

The back of the frame is facing up, and there is nothing special about it.

“Do not face the front of this frame toward anyone, nor yourself.”

"When using it, pour spirituality into it, point the front of the frame at a living object, and hold it for more than half a minute, and it will take effect."

Pales briefly explained a few words and then fell silent. Leonard looked around as if suddenly awakened. After noticing the dark picture frame in Snowman's hand, he subconsciously moved away from that direction.

South Continent West Balam, near the Pas Valley.

The figures of Renekton and Snowman were quickly outlined in a house glowing with dim light. Before that, he had already sent Klein, Audrey, and Forsi back to their respective residences.

This is a study room. Opposite the desk, Saslier, wearing a gorgeous jet black robe, raised his eyes and stared at Renekton and Snowman. His eyes stayed more on Snowman and the painting in his hand. on the box.

After a brief moment of silence, Saslier sighed, raised his right hand slightly and pulled out an illusory shadow curtain, covering the frame in Snowman's hand.

"This is something left by Amon. Try not to use it, as it may be noticed by Him, and its negative effects are also very strong."

"Just stay with me for the time being. It's already the fifth era now, and it should take you a lot of time to adapt."

Saslier said in a calm voice, looking away from Snowman, as if he had anticipated everything.

"Yes, His Highness Dark Angel!"

There is something sacred about Snowman's words, like a pilgrim.

Renekton tilted his head slightly, looking at Snowman's reaction, he couldn't help but have some thoughts in his heart. It seems that Sasriel, the "Vice Lord of Heaven", had a very special status in the past, because he could directly represent the ancient sun. God's will?

Snowman walked behind Saslier with a solemn and solemn feeling, and stood quietly aside. He lowered his head and seemed to have started praying again.

Saslier's eyes fell on the map of the Southern Continent opposite him, which occupied half of the wall. His voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard and he said:

"Where do you plan to start and intervene in the disputes in the Southern Continent?"

Renekton turned around and looked at the map behind him. With his eyes wandering, he took two steps forward and pointed to the Pas Valley area:

"The Pas Valley is a high-quality coffee bean producing area. It is relatively wealthy compared to other areas and has a mature economic system. It is currently in the middle of a battle between Intis and Loen, but the Church of Knowledge has also intervened in the dispute here. .”

"This will inevitably attract followers of Storm and Sun. The Church of Knowledge is not strong enough to compete head-on with so many forces, and they may not be willing to participate. God and the Church of God are not completely equivalent."

Sasril sighed in silence, paused, and then said:

"I will ask Leo Master to help you contact the local forces in West Balam. You can choose to help them take back their land, or provide some necessary assistance. This is the most reasonable way to intervene."

"Leo Master?" Renekton was confused. He had some impressions of this name. He seemed to be an Aurora Saint who was trapped in the ruins of the God War.

"He is the Black Saint and the person in charge of the Aurora Order's mission in West Balan."

Saslier nodded slightly and explained. As he spoke, he tapped his right hand gently on the table, making a thumping sound.

After a moment, a thick layer of shadow gushes out from the corners and cracks of the room, quickly gathering into a mass, flooding like water, squirming and twisting in mid-air to form a silhouette.

He is a man with a weather-beaten face. He has deep wrinkles on his forehead, corners of his eyes, and around his mouth, but his hair is black and shiny, without a single silver strand, and there is a trace of madness in his deep brown eyes.

"Your Highness!" As soon as Leomaster's figure solidified, he turned sideways and bowed to Saslier.

"You guys communicate, I'll deal with the problems of those primitive moon believers."

Sasril nodded lightly, and after a brief exchange, his figure suddenly turned into darkness, and left the room with Snowman behind him.

Renekton turned his head to look at the Black Saint in front of him, and said in confusion:

"Believer of the original moon?"

Leomaster sighed and nodded, with a tired look in his crazy eyes. He walked towards the window and said:

"Recently, a lunatic who claimed to be a member of the Great Mother appeared in West Balang. He should be an ancient alchemist and is very hostile to all external forces in the southern continent."

"Aside from the demigod's strength, the most terrifying thing about him is the pollution from the original moon. He can actively transfer this pollution to the surrounding things, whether they are living or dead things."

"The level of this kind of pollution is extremely high. If ordinary extraordinary people are contaminated, they will either lose control and become monsters that only know how to reproduce, or they will directly degenerate into minions of the evil god. Only His Highness the Dark Angel can remove it."

The beloved of the Great Mother? Has the Corruption of the World by the Fallen Mother Goddess reached this point?

As his thoughts floated around, Renekton's inspiration suddenly struck him. His eyes instantly became extremely dark, lost focus, and became a blur, like the sea before a storm.

A vague picture emerged in his mind. It was a tarot card. The card showed a plump woman with bare breasts, leaning on a thick tree trunk, holding a baby in her arms, surrounded by There are many small animals, looking full of life.

This woman has long curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and facial features slightly similar to Bernadette. There is a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, like a loving mother watching. own children.

In the upper left corner of this card is written a line of words "Sequence 0: Mother"!

Renekton suddenly came back to his senses, and a stabbing sensation hit his head, making it difficult for him to even recall the content of the blasphemous card he had just seen.

Something is wrong, this is my spiritual intuition warning myself not to think about the mother card!

"What's wrong?" Leomaster looked at Renekton with some confusion and asked in a confused voice.

Renekton calmed down for a while, then shook his head gently and said:

"It's okay. Suddenly my spirituality was touched and I predicted some scenes."

"I probably know what happened to the beloved of the Great Mother."

"Oh?" Leomaster looked at Renekton with interest, waiting for his next words.

"A card of blasphemy, a card of blasphemy that is polluted. I will discuss this matter with the people of the Earth Church. They are the ones who are most anxious about things that pollute this channel."

Leo Master nodded lightly without comment, and then began to explain the current situation in West Balam to Renekton.