Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

On the north bank of the Pas Valley, near the riverside of Impas City.

Tucker looked at the shabby rag doll in his hand and was slightly stunned. The original floral skirt on the rag doll had turned gray and black at some point.

He murmured in confusion: "How come it's so fast? It shouldn't be?"

He could even feel that the rag doll he was holding was a little wet, as if he could squeeze out a pool of dark liquid just by squeezing it hard.

There was a tooth-aching squeaking sound that was constantly echoing in his ears, like the squeaking sound caused by metal friction. However, within a few breaths, the Headless Horseman, who originally had only gurgling black viscous liquid coming out of the broken neck, underwent more changes. , one large and two small cracks opened again between his chest and abdomen, as if a twisted and ferocious face appeared.

Martina frowned slightly, quickly reacted and reminded:

"There is a problem in this area. Some unknown influence has accelerated 1-92's awakening."

"You guys step back, he's about to lose control."

While speaking, she took out a handful of black seeds the size of fingernails from her clergyman's robes painted with ears of wheat, flowers, and clear springs, and threw them around the Headless Horseman.

As soon as the seeds hit the ground, they took root and sprouted, growing rapidly.

Thick green vines with strange patterns on the surface sprang up from all directions, giving off a dreamy feeling. They quickly bloomed into palm-sized pale yellow flowers, spewing out pollen that could make people sleep.

The patterns on these vines shine with a dim and strange light, and they are connected together, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere around them.

Pa~pa~

The crisp sound of clapping echoed in the quiet surroundings, and Tucker and Dennis immediately looked warily at the river aside.

A figure in a dark robe stepped onto the river under the fading sunset and the crimson moon that had emerged. Under his feet, the river seemed to come to life, holding him up affectionately, with a reddish glow. The waves brushed against the instep of his feet.

Standing on the shore, Martina looked at each other calmly, and then she murmured:

"Crazy Thorik, who claims to be the favored one of the original moon, led a group of half-human and half-monster things towards the so-called glorious evolution, causing countless tragedies, and hundreds of people died directly or indirectly because of you. "

"Oh, this is not a claim, but a fact."

Thorik chuckled and corrected Martina's words, and then he said to himself:

"A total of 2,031 people have died because of me over the years, but their sacrifices were all great. The death of a few people can bring benefits to the majority of people. Not all major churches agree with this." concept?”

"Human beings are creatures full of flaws. Only through continuous evolution can we improve ourselves, such as becoming extraordinary, but the number of potions is limited, and most of the potion pathways are still controlled by those false gods."

"To this end, I must develop an evolutionary path that is different from potions, so that humans can become perfect creatures. All sacrifices before that are necessary."

"What an unreasonable madman." Tucker glared at the figure that appeared on the river, and cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

Martina looked at Thorik who was slowly approaching on the river, and said in a heavy tone:

"Be prepared to fight and give up 1-92 if necessary."

"Give up? But this is an extremely dangerous first-level sealed object. It doesn't even need to be fully awakened. It can easily destroy all life nearby."

Dennis' tone seemed a little urgent, and the veins in his hands holding the giant sword were prominent.

"For us, 1-92, who has fully awakened, is also a combat power. Although it is uncontrollable, he can completely contain a combat power close to that of an angel."

While speaking, Martina's rolled-up hair fell down like a waterfall, glowing with green luster and full of vitality.

The figure of Thorik, who was walking slowly on the river, suddenly stopped, and even the surging river water around him became still, as if it was a frozen scene.

"Heh, it came so fast!" Thorik muttered expressionlessly.

His body exploded instantly and was completely destroyed. Pieces of scarlet were scattered on the river, causing waves of water to splash.

".This?" Tucker looked at this sudden scene with some confusion, and then turned to look at Martina behind him.

"The vampires are here."

Martina murmured in a low voice, and green vines sprang out at her feet, swarming into the river.

The dusk that had not completely disappeared was suddenly replaced by the full moon. The crimson moonlight enveloped the entire Pas Valley area, and a series of changes such as spiritual growth, enhanced inspiration, and stronger death appeared around it.

Under the shade of a tree on the other side of the river, the figures of Renekton and Bells, who had lost his left eye, quietly emerged. He glanced sideways at Bells, who was called the "Scarlet Eye", and probably understood his title. How did it come about?

Bales glanced sideways at Renekton with his remaining right eye, and said in a somewhat suspicious tone:

"Humph, you seem to be thinking of something very rude."

Renekton smiled lightly, did not answer his words, and instead said:

"The full moon covers a wide area. Is this the Duke of Full Moon taking action?"

"Of course not. Grand Duke Full Moon will not take action easily. This is the effect created by a very important magical item within our vampire clan. It is temporarily in charge of Matthew."

"The appearance of the full moon means that they have already dealt with the minions of the original moon."

Bells raised his chin slightly and said calmly and proudly.

Renekton nodded slightly and did not continue to speak. The full moon only has positive benefits for the believers of the original moon, and has no negative effects, so this cannot be a method used by the vampires to deal with them. What is it covering up? Or are you conveying information?

While his thoughts were floating, his inspiration was suddenly touched. His figure flashed and appeared above the river in an instant. He was still dragging handfuls of ancient style in his hand. From the tip to the handle, they were burning one after another, little by little. Another bloody dark red spear.

Below the river, a huge red ball of flesh sewn together from countless limbs, pieces of flesh, and souls was dragged out of the water by thick green vines.

There are many large and small hands, feet, and heads of different colors on the meat ball twisting, just like the legs of land bugs, densely packed. Even if he doesn't have trypophobia, Renekton feels a little psychologically uncomfortable looking at this picture. .

Without hesitation, he directly threw the dark red spear in his hand, which turned into a dark red stream of light in the air and fell straight down, sinking into the huge meat ball.

A wide, deep hole appeared in the meat ball. The twisted and squirming limbs and head on the huge meat ball froze for a moment, and then spread out like boneless minced meat. As the river flowed and swayed wantonly, Even those thick vines can no longer restrain it.

With a clang, a bright white light suddenly appeared where Renekton had been just now, and even the void seemed to be cut by this light, making a squeaking and harsh sound.

Renekton's figure seemed to not exist, and was not affected in the slightest. He chuckled and looked to the side of the other side of the river, pursing his lips slightly and saying silently: