Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

He ignored Kadir's look at the madman and continued to talk to himself:

"Under the watchful eye of our Lord, all resistance you can offer is in vain."

"For example, the Senior Deacon of the Heart of Machinery you are still waiting for now will not have the chance to appear in the Pas Valley. If you lead the Church of Steam away now, you may still have a chance to see the extraordinary characteristics that have not yet been transformed into His."

"Do you still have extra manpower to intercept the oncoming supporters?" Kadir whispered quietly, his words were extremely certain, and the corners of his forehead were almost squeezed into a ball.

With Moi's speed, he hasn't appeared yet. It's probably because of an accident. As a saint, as long as he is not pulled into a hidden space and loses our Lord's gaze, the danger should not be too great.

But in this case, he may not be able to arrive in time for support. He can only hope that the people of the Eternal Sun Church will react quickly. They have always been the most active in attacking the forces of the Aurora Society.

While various thoughts were floating around, he saw the Extraordinary who had been silent behind Leo Master make some moves. He took off the layer of black cloth covering the frame, revealing the iconic portrait inside. .

"Amon!" Kadir shouted in shock.

His smooth forehead had a few wrinkles, and the expression on his face was a little uncertain.

Leomaster quietly moved his position, walked to the shadow of the backlight, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I suggest you make a choice as soon as possible. Now you can leave with the converted believers. If you wait until the Intis military people are dealt with, it will be difficult for you to even save this church."

Kadir's chest heaved violently. This was the first time that he was threatened by a cultist.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head slightly and looked at the scarlet blood moon in the sky. His eyes seemed a little heavy. The influence of the blood moon was not isolated too much. Are those believers of the original moon also taking action? The Pas Valley is really lively tonight

Slowly retracting his gaze, Kadir glanced past the portrait of Amon in Snowman's hand, and looked at Leomaster who had blended himself into the shadows with a steady gaze, and said in a calm tone:

"I will stay in the church until the real results come out, and you will not have the chance to take part in battles elsewhere."

"Oh, I believe in our allies." Leo Master chuckled.

On the river where the crimson moonlight was the richest, milky-white tentacles poked out from the river. The top of each tentacle was a mouthpart full of sharp teeth. They all made a whining sound, low and Harsh.

A huge ball of pure light entwined with countless sacred flames in mid-air continued to scatter pieces of golden-red flames, like a blazing rain of fire, pouring on each tentacle, making the sound of sizzling grease being ignited. .

A yellowish-green smoke quickly floated out from the burned areas of these tentacles, drifting in all directions with the wind blowing at night.

Wherever the smoke passes, it is instantly filled with life, and both plants and animals are growing vigorously and reproducing rapidly.

The clone of the prophet who was floating quietly in the air immediately frowned when he saw this scene. Although he didn't know what the yellow-green smoke was, he still restrained his spirituality and let the blazing and dazzling micro-conditioning in the mid-air disappear.

puff!puff!puff!

As the blazing flames that burned everything disappeared, the tentacles in the river seemed to have regained their breath, and quickly sprang out of the water, attacking the prophet's clone in mid-air from all directions.

The prophet's clone raised his figure without any expression, and his eyes turned silvery white, as if he was peering into the long river that represented destiny.

After a while, the silvery white in his eyes faded and was replaced by a slowly flowing light blue.

Little bits of light blue light gathered at his feet, quickly outlining a dark blue door engraved with countless mysterious patterns. The other side of the door was dark and deep, like a pitch-black ocean.

The next moment, several thick green vines poked out from it. They were intertwined with the tentacles below, entangled and pulled with each other.

The emerald green vines quickly became disadvantageous and were bitten and pulled out of the blue door by tentacles. A large number of vines fell down weakly, and finally fell out a headless knight riding a war horse and covered in pitch black armor. .

There were three cracks in the chest and abdomen of the headless knight, which were filled with green light. Two were small and one was large, like a twisted and ferocious face.

"Woo! Woo!"

The huge crack like a mouth in the headless horseman's lower abdomen opened wide, emitting a low and harsh sound that could pierce the soul and incite emotions.

The prophet's clone in the air made a sound, spiritually closing off his perception of the outside world, and at the same time, he kept raising his figure.

The tentacles protruding from the river seemed to be in extreme pain, entangled with each other, and the mouthparts full of fangs opened and closed, as if they were gasping for air.

The river water gradually turned dark, with no trace of crimson moonlight emitting. This darkness began to spread to the surroundings. Black spots of different sizes appeared on the originally milky white tentacles, and the aura of depravity and distortion instantly filled the air.

The tentacles with black spots quickly mutated, and dark granulations grew from the sides, entangled with each other, forming large or small dark limbs, and tore together with the surrounding tentacles that were still in a normal state.

A vague spiritual fluctuation quickly spread along the river, and all the surrounding creatures began to undergo unstoppable changes.

Those milky white tentacles grew yellowish pustules one after another, and they quickly burst and discharged disgusting pus. The entire tentacles began to melt into a pool of disgusting liquid.

These highly contagious liquids in turn polluted the dark river surface and mutated tentacles.

The headless horseman, covered in jet-black armor, stood quietly on the river. The war horse integrated with his body raised its body and let out a neigh that was closer to a roar.

The surrounding pitch-black river suddenly stirred up, and the rich darkness quickly surged up, merging with the corrupted mutated tentacles, turning into pitch-black creatures with weird shapes, and launched a desperate charge towards the surroundings.

The pale yellow liquid that dissolved into a pool around them quickly condensed into giants with only upper bodies, like weird golems made of rotten flesh and disgusting pus.

Jet black and light yellow blend together, polluting and assimilating each other.

In mid-air, the prophet's clone raised his hand and formed a symbol of the eye of the secret in the mid-empty space. The spirituality slid through like water, leaving behind bright stars, outlining a tree that reflected the layers of doors. Cold eyes.

The surrounding space quickly swapped with a certain place, and the prophet's clone twisted, and then turned into Renekton wearing the sage's robe.

A dazzling golden sun suddenly rose in another direction, and its bright and dazzling light briefly overwhelmed the light of the blood moon in the sky.

A figure wrapped in crimson moonlight appeared out of thin air near the golden sun. He endured the burning sensation as if his body was being ignited, reached forward with his hands, and pulled out an illusive and hazy door out of thin air, engraved with many mysterious symbols.

The "Summoning Gate" that was supposed to establish contact with the spirit world experienced strange changes. A strange creature walked out of it. It had a very charming human female face, but the rest of its body looked like... It's a locust magnified many times.

The moment this figure appeared, it screamed in terror. When it was extremely close to the miniature sun, its body was inevitably ignited, and illusory golden flames and blue-black smoke sprang up.

"Ah! Ah! Woo"

It screamed in terror, but the sound it made was not in any language known on the northern and southern continents.

A blood-red long arrow suddenly penetrated its chest from behind, coming from the summoning master who summoned it through the "Summoning Gate".

The golden flames moved more violently, and before the body of this strange creature could be lifted and dropped, it suddenly exploded, and its flesh and blood was directly blown into powder.

The crimson light separated from the flesh and blood and quickly covered the golden miniature sun, invading it strangely.

The blazing sun twisted and squirmed strangely, as if something was about to break out of its shell.

Bah! Bah!

The golden sun peeled off like an eggshell, and a tall human figure made of pure golden light walked out of it. There were two gaps in its head, emitting a brilliance like the blood moon in the sky, which looked weird. And twisted.

Did the primordial moon come in through a bit of contamination stuffed in through the "Summoning Gate"? By crossing the original barrier in this way, it was impossible for the Seven Gods not to discover it.

Renekton, who was looking at this scene from afar, withdrew his gaze. He had some premonitions in his heart. It was not just the ground that was going to have big moves tonight, but also the starry sky above his head.

The deep blue and almost purple glow in his eyes quickly suppressed the floating thoughts in his heart and put himself in an absolutely rational state.

The Peeping Eye searched everywhere, but did not find the true identity of the hidden original Moon Favorite, or that he was everywhere around him.

This guy is everywhere. Isn't this guy tearing himself apart at the cellular level?

As his thoughts floated, his eyes suddenly became deep and dark, like the surface of the sea before a storm. This situation did not last long, and within a breath or two, his eyes became clear again.

Renekton stared at the long river below that was intertwined and infected with pitch black and light yellow. He sighed incomprehensibly. Then he stretched his hands forward and pulled out a thick and unchanging shadow from the void. He threw it directly towards the long river below. .

The thick shadow brought corruption, the power of the filth and mutation realm quickly infected the river water, and also broke the balance between the two sides who were originally in a stalemate.