Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

As his thoughts floated around, Renekton saw that the blood vessels on the opponent's body were suddenly burst, and a pool of dark green and almost black liquid was sprayed everywhere, exuding a strong stench, like sewage in a stinking ditch.

Under his peeping eyes, Renekton directly saw through the nature of the sewage. They were simply bacteria and viruses that gathered together, multiplying and spreading at an incredible speed. In just a moment, they spread throughout the entire area.

As the blood vessels burst, the doll's body instantly became dry, as if all its own nutrients were used to supply these viruses.

He said in a low and hoarse voice:

"This is just a dispensable clone of mine. Just treat it as a meeting gift for you. I will give you a bigger gift next time we meet."

boom!

A blazing white spear with a golden red tail instantly pierced the opponent's body and exploded instantly, setting off a wave of red fire.

The high temperature carrying the fire wave scorched everything around it, and the black liquid composed of bacteria and viruses on the ground was instantly evaporated.

Renekton raised his body and waited for a moment, his brows gradually furrowed as it was not completely removed. How did he cultivate such vital bacteria?

As his thoughts floated, Renekton spread his hands with his palms facing down, creating pieces of bright starlight. These starlights instantly shone with pale golden light, spreading out layer by layer, carrying a strong aura of the sun and The power of purification gradually completely purifies the bacteria and viruses below.

After doing all this, his body twisted in mid-air and disappeared instantly.

On the ground three to four hundred meters away, a lavender eye suddenly appeared. The pupil was an illusory symbol composed of layers of doors. The eye twisted for a moment and turned into Renekton's figure.

These are the marks he has reserved before. As long as they are within a certain range, he can use these marks to teleport his position.

In mid-air, the crow Anu flew over with fluttering wings and landed on Renekton's shoulder as always.

"Boss, where should we go next?"

"Go to the river and have a look. I hope the river is not polluted yet, otherwise the plan will end prematurely before it even starts."

Renekton frowned slightly and replied, feeling vaguely that the situation was about to get out of control.

Crow Anu nodded humanely, and then said:

"That person just now was a bit scary, and he had a very annoying feeling."

"Hate it? Why?" Renekton turned his head slightly and glanced at the crow standing on his shoulder.

"He is a person who does not respect death. I instinctively hate him."

Crow Anu shook his head, as if he was not very clear about this issue.

On Longtail Island, the southernmost island of the Rhoside Islands, Renekton's prophet clone simulated the ability to mysteriously reappear "Cinderella" and changed his appearance, image and temperament, and appeared here.

He is following the traces of Yarina Sauron. This ageless witch was seriously injured by the lightning struck by the Lord of Storms last time. However, none of her fellow witches seemed to intend to care about her, or she was avoiding her. The Witch Church has been staying at sea during this time.

According to the revelation given by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the ageless witch should have been staying in the waters around Longtail Island and Dirinius Island during this period.

The prophet's clone took the ticket he had just bought and boarded a passenger ship to Tyrinhos Island, which is the first island south of the Rhoad Islands. The boat ride takes about 10 hours. In fact, the distance between the two islands is not too far, but Because it is close to the violent sea, it has been affected to a certain extent, resulting in a more tortuous route.

He did not intend to find the other party too eagerly. Witches are also good at divination and have high inspiration, especially when the other party is a Sequence 3 immortal witch. Sometimes letting nature take its course is more efficient than actively pursuing it.

On the deck of the passenger ship, he glanced casually and saw two acquaintances at the bow of the ship. He curled his lips and leaned over there.

Phoenix was wearing a black trench coat and was slightly slim. Next to him stood a lady with dark golden eyes and long fiery red hair. She was wearing a light red dress and a wide brown cloak. .

Before the prophet's clone even got close, the two people on the bow of the boat had already looked sideways as if they had a premonition.

Seeing the two people's eyes falling on him, he gently rubbed his fingers to remove the spell effect on his body, revealing his original appearance. After maintaining it for a while, he simulated the spell effect again and changed. The appearance before.

"Long time no see, Mr. Phoenix. Also, aren't you supposed to be in the Southern Continent? Are you traveling in the name of a mission?"

While speaking, his eyes were directly on Thea, and his tone was as if he had discovered a classmate who had deserted in class.

Thea twitched her lips and showed an insincere smile. The spirituality in her body spread and formed an invisible spiritual wall around her. Then she calmly said:

"How could I, as a proper church member, do such a thing?"

"I'm tracking down the new 'Crimson Queen' who appeared on the sea. She is a believer in the original moon. She is most likely a Witch King!"

Renekton nodded thoughtfully and stared at Thea's face for a long time.

Thea very cooperatively lifted a strand of hair that was blown to her forehead by the sea breeze, and said in a lazy voice:

"What are you looking at? Who did you meet who looks like me?"

Thea's casual words touched the inspiration of the prophet's clone. It was not a coincidence that I met Thea. She can help me track down the ageless witch.

The prophet's intuition made him very sure of his guess. He nodded slightly and said with a chuckle:

"I did meet one. I'm chasing her. She calls herself Yarina Sauron."

"I remember you never mentioned your last name. Is she your sister? Well, the age doesn't match up. Is she an elder in the family?"

The smile on Thea's face suddenly cooled down, and her voice became colder and she said:

"Chasing her? She has been a demigod-level witch a long time ago. Are you sure you are chasing her and not going to die?"

The prophet clone nodded slightly, not paying attention to Thea's words, and continued:

"To be precise, she is now an immortal witch. However, she was struck by the Storm Lord before. Although she did not die, her current condition is not much better."

"Let's talk in another place. Witches are very good at divination and have high spiritual intuition. Too strong malice may make her aware of it."

Phoenix, who had been standing silently, suddenly spoke up.

Hearing "us" in Phoenix's mouth, the prophet's clone's eyes lingered meaningfully on him and Thea, turned around with a chuckle, and walked towards the cabin of the passenger ship.

Above the gray mist, inside the ancient and magnificent palace.

Rays of crimson light suddenly rose up and degenerated into slightly blurry figures, scattered on both sides of the mottled long table.

Renekton leaned back slightly and looked sideways at the seat belonging to Azik to his left. A blurry figure was sitting leisurely on the high-backed chair.

The "hermit" Cattleya across from the mottled long table also immediately cast her gaze on Azik's position. After seeing that figure also appeared today, she breathed a sigh of relief.

He is also here today, and with the last exchange, it won’t be too presumptuous for me to ask Him for a deal on the blood of mythical creatures today.

As her thoughts floated around, she heard "Justice" Audrey's usual brisk and cheerful voice:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

After Audrey said hello, everyone also said hello to "The Fool" at the top of the mottled long table, followed by Audrey, Forsi, and Cattleya each presented a few pages of Russell's diary.

Klein didn't read the diary for too long. After a while, he made the materialized diary in his hand disappear. Then he leaned back against the back of the chair and said in a calm tone:

"You can start."

"Hermit" Cattleya looked around. She didn't intend to speak immediately. It would be too eager to do so.

"The Hanged Man" Alger looked around and saw that no one spoke first, he chuckled and said:

"I need the recipe for the 'Ocean Singer' potion."