Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the land abandoned by the gods, Renekton walked about two kilometers forward after crossing the evil forest, and encountered a city that had mostly collapsed and nearly three-quarters of it was in ruins.

The city is large enough to be worth three afternoon towns, and the buildings here are not as uneven as those in the afternoon towns. They are built very regularly and the size is closer to the houses that normal human beings live in.

The houses here are mainly red, and each house has a sloping spire and is paved with dark red tiles. Buildings similar to bell towers are scattered irregularly on the streets, with patterns of huge crosses and suns carved on them, surrounded by other buildings. Inlaid with dim crystals, the building materials of the surrounding houses are not uniform. There are slates stained with a layer of jet black, metal covered with rust, and bricks made of clay.

"The people here seem to have developed a pretty good industry? I hope there are clues I need."

After muttering to himself, Renekton stepped into the city. The streets paved with stone slabs and fired bricks were full of potholes, as if they had experienced more than one battle.

Almost all the houses on both sides of the street are not well preserved. Almost all the doors and windows are damaged. The walls are full of large and small holes, but there are also some signs of repair.

Although the houses built with boulders around the Giants' Court are a bit simpler and rougher, they are indeed better able to withstand the test of time.

Renekton sighed as he walked around the street.

The deep blue glow in his eyes slowly flowed, and one mysterious and strange symbol after another was outlined in his pupils.

In this state, he could see significantly more things, and he was no longer affected by darkness.

After looking around for a moment, he discovered that there were many pipes made of gray stones and rusty and corroded metal between the houses here. These pipes connected the entire city as a whole.

Following the traces of the distribution of these pipes, Renekton came to the center of the city, a huge building that looked like a temple and a bit like a palace.

Dozens of gray and white stone pillars that can only be surrounded by two people holding each other support the high dome. The decoration on the plane and ceiling of the hall emphasizes the dynamic curves. The walls are highly concave and convex, and the decoration is rich and even a bit exaggerated. The hall is approximately olive-shaped in plan, surrounded by some irregular small prayer rooms, and there are also living courtyards around it.

The material of this building seems to be quite special. After a long time of baptism, it only suffered a small collapse, and most parts are still intact.

In the vision of Renekton's secret-seeing eyes, the entire huge building exudes a bright spiritual light, with bright gold, crimson and light blue intertwined, like the stars at night and the sun and red moon embedded in it.

The palace itself is a magical object. It combines the characteristics of so many different paths and can still maintain a delicate balance. This shows that the craftsmen who built it at that time were themselves extraordinary people with a high level. Well... coincidence cannot be ruled out. Condition.

Muttering a few words in his mind, Renekton took out a light yellow paper figurine from his arms and waved it twice in the air.

The paper man came out instantly, twisted and expanded in the air, scattering bright starlight, and soon transformed into a figure exactly like Renekton.

His eyes shone with pure light, giving people an unusually sacred and intelligent feeling, but they also seemed quite cold and without warmth.

Renekton then raised his hand to hold it in mid-air, and then dragged it. A thick shadow curtain instantly formed, completely covering his figure and disappearing into the quiet darkness.

The light in the paper man's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he walked stiffly towards the hall ahead like a robot under instructions.

At the entrance is a spacious prayer hall. Directly in front of the hall is an unusually ferocious, upside-down statue of a god.

A tall, majestic figure with an unusually hideous face was tied to a huge cross. The cross was inserted upside down on the ground, and behind it was a black disk like a shining sun, with many strange symbols and symbols painted on it. The mysterious pattern looks extremely evil and twisted.

Under the statue of the god, there is a group of neatly arranged dolls. They are also wearing clergy robes. Some of their exposed limbs are made of wood, and some are made of metal. They kneel on the ground with a very pious posture, facing the evil statue in front of them. praying.

The prayer hall was quiet, and there was no light at all. There were no wall lamps or candles on the walls on both sides. It seemed that there was no need for lighting. On the altar in front, the candles had burned out for an unknown period of time, leaving only A trace of a candle burning.

The floors and walls here are surprisingly clean, as if someone cleans them every day.

The paper man turned into Renekton and wandered around twice in the prayer hall with stiff movements. He did not touch the statue of the gods on the altar in front and the dolls that looked like they were praying devoutly. He just looked at them a few meters away. After one glance, he turned and walked towards the area behind the prayer hall.

Behind the prayer hall was a long corridor with three closed wooden doors on each side. The paper man Renekton did not try to push the door, but walked stiffly and slowly to the other side of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a relatively wide garden, decorated with rockeries, waterless rivers and lakes, surrounded by artificial flowers and trees made of colored paper, wooden sticks and thin sheets of metal. They are very well preserved and have no There was no trace of decay or dilapidation, not even dust.

In the garden, roads paved with gravel slabs extend in all directions, and signs written in Giant language are erected at the intersections:

"Courtyard No. 1, Courtyard No. 3, cultivation room, doll workshop."

The paper man Renekton read out the logo on the sign in front of him word by word. His voice was hoarse like an old machine, as if it would disintegrate at any time.

Then he paused in place as if the signal was not good, and after a while, he started to move stiffly towards the direction of "Courtyard No. 1".

Before he had taken two steps, he suddenly bumped into a doll dressed as a gardener and holding a pair of scissors, but he was very picky.

Its structure is very simple, as if it was pieced together randomly with a few materials. The face is a huge bird skull with strange patterns, and its two arms are pieced together randomly with wood, iron blocks and nails. The gray Under the coarse cloth robe there are three parts that look like claws and legs.

The paper man Renekton looked at the puppet holding huge scissors for pruning branches in front of him, and then he turned around slowly and stiffly, intending to avoid the puppet.

The huge pair of scissors held by the gardener doll suddenly opened wide and was placed on the neck of the paper man Renekton.

Click!

Bang!

The sound of scissors closing sounded, and the head of the paper man Renekton was separated from his body, and then became thinner and brittle in mid-air, turning into a paper man that was cut sideways.

After doing all this, the gardener puppet returned to its motionless posture, standing quietly in the garden full of artificial flowers and trees.

In the darkness outside the palace building, in a hidden space, Renekton held a transparent crystal ball in his left hand, exuding misty starlight and illuminating the surroundings.

"Once I entered the building, my paper man fell into a strange negative state, like a rotten, old machine. Even if it was not destroyed by the mannequin, he would disintegrate into a piece in a few minutes. Ground debris.”

"It would be great if there was a historical pore image of the 'Ancient Scholar', or a clone of the 'Parasite'. The paper man can only carry limited spells and can only be used as a simple detection tool."

"It's a pity that Klein has just been promoted to Secret Puppet Master and is still far from being an ancient scholar."

With a sigh, Renekton removed the secrets in the surrounding area. He raised his head and stared at the majestic palace in front of him. His eyes flashed for a moment and became extremely deep. He obviously lost focus and his eyes were blank.

This state lasted for about half a minute before his eyes became clear again.

Is there danger, but the level of danger is constantly changing? After frowning for a moment, he gave up his plan to explore this magnificent palace now, and prepared to have Klein help him hold the battle above the gray mist after the next tarot meeting.

After making up his mind, he turned and walked towards the east side of the city. Perhaps because more stones were used in the building materials, the houses there were better preserved.

Walking on the silent streets, Renekton did not encounter any attacks from monsters hidden in the darkness. It was so safe that it was not like a place abandoned by the gods.

Suddenly there was a thick gray mist pouring out of his field of vision. A deep red light rose from the gray mist, and finally condensed into a blurry figure of a female sitting at the desk praying. At the same time, his ears echoed with " Magician Forsi’s voice:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to seek some help from Mr. White Tower. I need him to record some demigod-level spells in 'Lemanor's Travel Notes', which are related to our assassination of the Aurora Society tomorrow. I will pay equivalent compensation for your actions, sir.”

Renekton raised his head slightly, stared at the figure sitting above the gray mist, nodded slightly and said:

"Okay, just ask her to sacrifice the 'Lemano's Travel Notes' above the gray mist, and I will record the appropriate demigod-level extraordinary abilities on it."

"Yes, record above the gray fog."

"Okay." Deep in the thick gray fog, a leisurely and low voice echoed in Renekton's ears.

Then the gray fog in front of his eyes quickly faded, and his vision returned to darkness illuminated by misty stars.

"The grudge between Mr.

Muttering a few words in a low voice, Renekton continued walking on the pothole-filled streets for about a quarter of an hour, when a relatively well-preserved house appeared in front of him.

Renekton stood on the street and looked up for a while, with a deep blue and almost purple glow flowing in his eyes, taking in all the disharmony and anomalies around him.