Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Theft by thieves has a probability. You can use it with a sealed artifact of the Path of Destiny." Renekton chuckled and gave the other party a suggestion.

Jordan rolled his eyes speechlessly and said calmly:

"Things in the Destiny Path are rare. Even if I encounter them by chance, there will definitely be a lot of people fighting for them. I neither have the capital to bid, nor can I rely on my own extraordinary ability to steal them. They are too restrained by the thieves' abilities."

Renekton tapped his right index finger on the table in front of him, smiled seductively and said:

"The School of Life split some time ago, and many Extraordinaries among them joined the camp of the original moon either by themselves or by using extraordinary characteristics and magical items."

"You suddenly mentioned the original moon, are you trying to drag me into trouble? Are you targeting the original moon believers in the Pass River Valley? There should be more than one."

Jordan folded his arms and murmured softly, looking like he was thinking seriously.

Martina, the bishop of the East Balam region of the Earth Church and the person in charge of the Southern Continent affairs, secretly came to the Pas Valley with two senior deacons of the church.

They did not appear directly in cities or places where people gathered. Instead, they moved along the river, constantly cleaning up the strange mushrooms that were multiplying more and more.

Two deacons of the Church of the Earth, wearing clerical robes painted with symbols of wheat ears, flowers and springs, surrounded a headless horseman wearing black armor from the left and right sides, and his body was almost integrated with the horse underneath him.

Martina was far behind, and they were like the soldiers led by the Headless Horseman. They moved forward silently, following the pace of the Headless Horseman rhythmically.

Wherever they walked, a little bit of black like ink spread, covering everything around them silently, covering up all colors, as if the real world was drawn into a black and white picture.

Among these black and white, there are many strange mushrooms with little bits of light blue fluorescence. They seem to be extremely unsuitable for this black and white world. They wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. As a whimpering wind blows, they are directly crushed into pieces. In powder form.

As the Headless Horseman walked through more and more places, a dark, viscous liquid suddenly began to flow out of his empty neck, like blood, gushing out.

The pitch-black armor in front of his chest and abdomen made a heartbreaking squeaking sound. On both sides of his chest and at the navel of his lower abdomen, there were different levels of tears and tears on the armor. Distorted, as if something was struggling to appear.

"It's almost reached the limit," Martina, who was at the end, murmured softly.

Her words seemed to have triggered some kind of reaction mechanism in the headless horseman. He immediately stopped moving forward, and the upper body of the war horse twisted 180 degrees. He quietly stared at Martina who had just made a sound. .

The heartbreaking metal squeaking sound from his chest and abdomen became louder, and soon there were three cracks, one large, two small, and three, emitting a faint light, as if growing out of his chest and abdomen. A hideous and terrifying face.

Before it opened its mouth and made a sound, Martina reached out and took out a somewhat worn rag doll from her arms and threw it onto the twisted and ferocious Headless Horseman.

A quiet dark curtain suddenly fell, completely covering the Headless Horseman. His movements instantly became shaky, like a person who had stayed up late for a long time and fell into extreme fatigue and sleepiness. He would fall to the ground and fall asleep at any time. .

Suddenly, thick vines shot out one after another from the surrounding ground, entangling and submerging the somewhat worn rag doll and the surrounding headless horseman, turning it into a large emerald green cocoon.

Martina nodded towards the two church deacons who were guarding the green cocoon, then turned around and returned to the way they came.

As she stepped forward, bits of emerald green light spread out from her body, and the majestic breath of life washed the surrounding area into black and white.

Soon, the black and white around them faded away and returned to the previous colors, except that there were a large number of mushrooms, large or small, missing.

It took a long time to radiate a radiance with rich vitality to restore the vitality of the nearby area. After doing all this, Martina reached out and wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead. This was not the first time she had done this. Even a demigod would inevitably feel weak and uncomfortable after losing so much spirituality.

A tall deacon with an exaggerated giant sword on his back and obvious giant blood looked at the thick cocoon wrapped in layers of green vines beside him and said:

"Your Excellency Martina, although 2-373 can suppress the awakening of 1-92 to a certain extent, this is not a long-term solution, and we cannot create conditions sufficient to seal him. How can we bring him back to the Natural Church? "

"I don't know either, but since the Mother Goddess reminds us that we can use him, there must be something that can seal him here in the Pas Valley. We just need to wait quietly."

Martina answered the deacon's question in a low voice while recalling the information about 1-92 in her mind:

Number 1-92, name: Headless Knight. He is a living creature, extremely chaotic, extremely crazy, and unable to communicate. It was first discovered in the early fifth era. It is suspected to have evolved from an out-of-control black knight or the Three-Headed Temple. Complete, sealed by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and us.

Before the "Battle of Broken Oaths", relevant personnel from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom studied him and came to the conclusion that his spirit and soul were a suture monster, and his own thoughts were constantly fighting against each other. Once he has the upper hand, he will exhibit corresponding characteristics.

The former Archbishop of the Diocese of Feneport City, the Church of Knowledge, Hortense Nicholas, commented on him: All his ideas and thoughts are crazy, because only strong enough and crazy enough thoughts can survive in a long-term confrontation. Come down.

Everything around him will inevitably degenerate and be gradually assimilated into a puddle of dark, sticky substance. He can fuse and twist these substances with the surrounding shadows and activate them into monsters to shape his own army. , and at the same time, he also mastered extraordinary abilities in many fields such as death, shadow, corruption, fire, and life.

His abilities will continue to get stronger as his level of awakening increases, and at most he can completely cover a metropolis like Backlund. At that time, he will be fully awakened, and even angels will have a hard time sealing him again.

He also possesses the abilities of the Mystic Prayer, Corpse Collector, Hunter, Cultivator and Reader paths. The latter two came from the casualties of the two major churches when he was sealed, which further strengthened his power and deepened his madness. .

The sealing method is to let him fall into eternal sleep in an environment full of purifying power and without darkness.

(Note: Each time he is used, the seal effect will weaken until it finally fails completely.)

Confidentiality level: Bishop; Danger level: Level 0 (the danger after complete awakening is no less than some level sealed objects); can be used to a limited extent, but there must be at least one archbishop, two senior deacons and corresponding sealed objects Be present.

Martina stared intently at the ripples on the river, feeling vaguely worried that according to the current progress, these special mushrooms in the Pas Valley area have not been completely cleared away, and 2-373's temporary seal on him will be will fail.