Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the blazing white hot "sun" came the painful long neighing of the horses, mixed with uneasiness and fear.

But as the extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol embodied in the pale mask fell, the roar full of uneasiness and fear quickly became hoarse and dry, like a life that was gradually dying.

Whether it is the "sun" or the "black hole", they will inevitably weaken, cracking cracks, and growing tiny white hairs.

These fluffs grew into white feathers in just the blink of an eye, and the surface seemed to be soaked with light yellow oil. They turned into ashes under the golden blazing light, and were torn apart and swallowed up by the terrifying gravity of the "black hole".

The blazing white "sun" began to fade little by little, its temperature began to drop, and its shining brilliance began to dim.

Bernadette looked at the "sun" that was gradually dying, and said without any warmth in her eyes:

"This seal is only temporary. You should have a way to recover the characteristics from this carriage, right?"

"Of course." Renekton nodded slightly.

He reached into the inside of his brown woolen coat with his right hand and took out a normal-sized playing card. On the front of the playing card was Russell, who was dressed in rags and had snow-white hair and a beard.

He raised his right index finger and lightly touched the card twice.

Wow!

There was the sound of shattering illusory things echoing in his ears, and the cards in Renekton's hand erupted into a hazy light that was neither bright nor brilliant.

Although this light is not bright and dazzling, even the blazing sunlight around it cannot cover it up.

The misty light wandered around Renekton's body at will. His body continued to distort, overflowing with wisps of black mist that looked like substance. Eyes sprouted. His spirit passively increased infinitely, and abstract knowledge filled his body. turned into substantial power.

Renekton even had the illusion that he was a "hermit" for a moment. He felt that he was omnipotent, the essence of all knowledge, and the master of all knowledge.

A feeling of madness, chaos, and coldness spread from him, and the balance between humanity and divinity was shaken, as if he would be overwhelmed by the madness stemming from instinct at any time.

Hu~hu~

Breathing heavily, when he finally found the balance between reason and madness, and focused on himself again, he realized that he had now lost his human appearance, leaving only a human form.

The "Sage's Robe" that was originally carried secretly has been draped on the body. Under the heavy hood, there is no longer a normal face, only a mass that swallows everything, full of crazy deep black, and there is something in the deep black. A light group lingering with pure light, like an indifferent and cold eye.

There are dim starlights surrounding this "eye", dyed with different colors and with a little warmth, just like his reason that may collapse at any time under the invasion of madness and chaos.

Under the black robe, the exposed hands and feet were dark and dry, without the slightest luster or vitality, and did not look like a living person at all.

As if the "Sage's Robe" could not withstand the overpowering power and stature, it tore out tattered strips of cloth and turned into wisps of solid black mist.

On the dark robes, in the wisps of black mist floating around, and even on the dark and dry limbs, there were all cold and indifferent eyes.

These eyes are stained with madness and display undisguised malice. While they give people an unusually sacred and intelligent feeling, they also appear to be quite cold and devoid of warmth.

Bernadette looked at Renekton with a solemn expression. She felt a strong pressure from him, and there was an uncontrollable urge to get close to him and merge with him.

Hermit! No, not completely. Now he only has the personality and aura of a "hermit", but does not have the corresponding authority and power.

Bernadette took a deep breath, and then looked away. As a being of the same path, she could feel the madness revealed in the other person silently eroding her. Although this was not serious, her spirit after becoming an angel The state is not very good, but this kind of mental impact can be avoided as much as possible.

Feeling his shaky sanity, Renekton took a step forward without hesitation, and his body instantly appeared near the "sun" that was gradually approaching death.

His dark and dry palms stretched forward, and complex and illusory symbols condensed one after another in the surrounding area. These symbols quickly disappeared into the "sun" in front of him, turning into colorless shimmers. Wandering among them, this "sun" is disintegrating from the inside.

It was as if they belonged to this "sun" originally and were not rejected at all. The light of the "sun" became dimmer and even began to fragment.

Renekton stretched out his left hand forward, ignoring space and distance, and directly took the "black hole" that swallowed everything in his hand.

With a slight exertion of his palm, the "black hole" instantly collapsed and turned into a pure flow of information. He held it in his hand and condensed it into a colorless spear.

Then he made a throwing motion, and the spear came out of his hand, accurately piercing the "sun" in front of him.

hold head high!

A shrill and desperate voice came out, and the "sun" completely lost its shape and turned into two scarred and rusty golden horses, dragging a rotten and broken golden carriage behind them.

The eyes of the two horses, which were no longer magnificent, showed human fear. They didn't even look in the direction of Renekton. They accumulated brilliance and turned into a pure sunlight that was extremely pure and extremely white, rushing towards them. Leaving the area shrouded in death, he rushed in the opposite direction to Renekton.

They were like real lights, moving very fast, and they reached the boundary of the world in the painting in just an instant.

The pure sunlight that was extremely pure and extremely white quickly expanded and turned into an extremely white, extremely hot, exaggerated and terrifying sun.

The world in the painting was really ignited and burned like paper, and in the end only a flickering dim flame was left, reflecting in the eyes of the two horses that looked like they were made of gold.

The flames were extinguished by a dark and yellow palm. Everything that happened just now was like a dream, dissipating along with the flames.

Before the two horses pulling the dilapidated gold carriage could react, Renekton reached forward with his right hand again and grasped it hard.

There were bits of pale light on the gold carriage and horses, like traces of cracks. Gold fragments continued to fall around, and they quickly turned into pure information, which was absorbed into Renekton's palm.

Bah! Bah!

Amidst the tiny sounds, the golden carriage quickly became fragmented. Its gaze and movements seemed to have been slowed down countless times, making it difficult to make effective changes.

Within a moment, the original golden carriage disappeared, leaving only the illusory ball of light condensed in Renekton's hand.

The dim light suddenly appeared on Renekton's body, and then quickly subsided. Soon, the crazy and ferocious eyes around him disappeared. Under the black robe, a normal human body was revealed again, with only light blue eyes. There was still a look of indifference mixed with madness in his eyes.

Little bits of bright starlight are scattered around, bringing a sense of tranquility and tranquility, and the power to soothe people's hearts.