Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After quietly staring at these increasingly twisted and crazy puppets for a moment, Renekton discovered that the light he had created with the purifying power of the Sun Realm had no effect on them at all.

Immune purification? Or immune to the power of the solar realm?

While thinking, Renekton rubbed his fingers again, creating slowly floating stars, spreading out pieces of bright starlight, covering all the prostrate dolls on the floor.

Starlight fell on these dolls, and the oil paint on them continued to flow and drip down as if it was melted. More and more, and gradually turned into a dark and viscous liquid, and the expressions of the dolls became more and more ferocious. .

In the thick black liquid, the dolls slowly stood up and stood at the front closest to the inverted statue. The doll wearing a faded bishop's robe looked at Renekton with its dark eyes.

Its voice was extremely hoarse, as harsh and unpleasant as a cat's claws scratching glass:

"Conservative people? What are you doing here? You are not welcome in the Temple of the Lord."

“You are not welcome in the temple of the Lord.”

“You are not welcome”

The surrounding dolls echoed the words of the doll wearing the bishop's robe word for word, and drops of dark liquid gurgled out from their open and closed mouths, eye sockets and ears.

Renekton took two steps back slowly, looked at the doll whose eyes were staring at him, and said in a calm voice:

"Who is the Lord of your mouth?"

The puppet in front of him opened and closed its mouth at the same time to answer Renekton's questions. It was noisy, weird, and

"Of course it is the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God."

"No, we believe in the Lord who destroys everything, the incarnation of all endless disasters and doomsday."

"It is the Lord who created everything. No, it is the Lord who destroys everything."

The voices of the dolls became more and more confusing, and even their own words before and after were different. One moment they believed in the "Lord who created everything", and the other moment they believed in the "Lord who destroyed everything".

Bang!

The body of a doll suddenly exploded, and parts covered in dark, sticky stains were scattered all over the floor.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The dolls began to explode one after another, and broken pieces of wood, iron pieces, and gears were scattered on the ground.

Um. After turning into a doll, your brain is not enough, and it explodes after thinking for a moment?

While complaining in his heart, Renekton reached out and took out an illusory hat from the void and put it on his head.

His figure then disappeared, disappearing all traces.

The moment his figure disappeared, the parts and dark liquid scattered throughout the prayer hall began to squirm, and dolls with twisted and weird postures crawled out from the dark ground.

Some of them grew white feathers, some grew fish scales, and their bodies secreted greasy liquid. Some grew eyes, and some grew flesh and blood organs.

Their gazes looked at the side and back of the prayer hall at the same time, with clear malice.

"really"

With a low sigh, Renekton's figure was revealed in the gaze of many strange dolls. Did the changes caused by the extraordinary materials used to make the dolls appear? The types of extraordinary people here are somewhat complete!

He lowered his head slightly and chanted in a low voice in ancient Hermes:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

After reciting it twice in succession, a ray of silver-white lightning suddenly fell, passing straight through Renekton's body and hitting the wall with colorful murals behind him, leaving a scorched black mark.

Then there were thin and sharp wind blades, and blazing white and red flame spears cut through the air, shooting in the direction of Renekton.

All the attacks went straight through Renekton as if they didn't exist.

Before the next attack came, his figure suddenly distorted, disappeared instantly, and then reappeared in the direction of the door of the prayer hall.

"exile!"

As the mantra was recited, misty starlight emerged among the group of weird and twisted dolls, and quickly collapsed inward, tearing out a blue crack that led to an unknown place with strong pulling force.

Dragging all the surrounding puppets and the attacks they unleashed, they exiled them to an unknown area.

After doing all this, Renekton's figure instantly became transparent, turning into bright starlight and surging towards the back of the temple.

In the garden, which was filled with artificial flowers and trees made of paper and iron sheets, light blue starlight quickly poured in, and the starlight reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

At the same time that he appeared, the puppet holding the scissors for pruning branches quickly moved over. Its speed was so fast that it almost achieved the effect of teleportation.

"captivity!"

While reciting the incantation in a low voice, Renekton raised his hand to create dots of starlight, which quickly gathered into bright starlight and flew away, landing on the puppet that appeared in front of him.

The starlight condensed instantly, creating a huge transparent amber, wrapping it all in and confining it in place.

The next moment, the doll wrapped in transparent amber suddenly disappeared, leaving only a dried flower made of colored paper in its original position, and it itself appeared behind Renekton.

You can swap places with plants in the garden. What is this ability? As the thoughts in his mind dispersed, his body instantly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless bright stars.

The statue was cut into several sections in an instant, disintegrating into countless bright stars, and Renekton's figure regrouped behind the scissors puppet.

The moment the figure emerged, Renekton condensed a black jade-like chess piece and threw it forward. The chess piece blended into the scissor puppet the moment it touched it, slowing down the time on it and almost suspending it.

Renekton took a step back and opened his hands. Stars appeared one after another around him, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars quickly gathered together, condensing into one spear after another that shone with starlight. There were many strange runes on the spears that were connected to each other, making them appear extremely heavy and powerful.

Under his control, these spears shot out in no particular order, instantly piercing the puppet holding the scissors and pinning it to the ground.

Renekton's figure flickered and appeared beside it instantly.

The deep blue and almost purple glow in his eyes continued to flow and outline one mysterious symbol after another. Silks of light flashed between these mysterious symbols, as if lightning came from the depths of his consciousness.

His eyes flashed for a moment, and a strong mental attack instantly hit the scissor puppet's mental body.

The bird skull mask on its head made a clicking sound, with several cracks opening from the eye sockets and forehead.

The strong spiritual attack reduced the madness in it a lot, and Renekton felt as if he could see some reason and struggle in the blue flames dancing in the eye sockets of the bird skull mask.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the glow flowing in Renekton's eyes became deeper, outlining gray-white three-dimensional symbols that had the effect of affecting and modifying consciousness.

He made his eyes meet the puppet that was firmly nailed to the ground, and said in a very bewitching voice:

"Who are you? Or rather, what is your identity?"

The puppet nailed to the ground looked a little dazed. It was stunned for a while before speaking hoarsely. The voice was a little intermittent, as if it had been silent for a long time and had forgotten how to speak.

It does not speak the giant language of Silver City, but is somewhat similar to the ancient Fusac language, but there are many differences in details:

"I am, the gardener of the Zenith Church. No, I am not, I am the gardener."

Does this make any difference? Renekton muttered something speechless in his mind. After a pause, he continued to ask:

"What happened here? Why has everything in this temple remained the same after so long?"

As I gradually got used to speaking, the puppet’s voice became clear and continuous:

"I don't know, my job is to plant plants in the garden."

"The Zenith Church is the most successful miraculous item of Cexitin. It can help us survive the long end of the world and wait for the Lord's salvation in the boundless darkness."

"Pruning. Plants?"

Renekton turned his head and glanced at the plants around him made of colored paper, iron sheets, and sawdust. He really couldn't imagine that there was any need for them to be built. Being a gardener here is simply every fisherman's dream.

Just as the thought came to mind, a thick gray mist suddenly emerged in front of Renekton's eyes. In the depths of the gray mist, crimson light surged like a tide. A man with twelve pairs of jet-black wings on his back, wearing black A tall angel covered in armor flew out of the crimson light.

It landed in front of Renekton and wrapped him in layers with twelve pairs of jet-black wings.

It only lasted a moment, and the gray fog, light, and angels in front of Renekton all disappeared. At the same time, he felt that he had established a wonderful and stable connection with a certain existence in an infinitely high place.

After receiving the blessing of the paper angel, Renekton felt that the decayed and sluggish feeling like an old machine in his body was instantly removed. Both his body and spirit felt relaxed at this moment.

Klein's voice echoed in his mind at the same time:

where are you? There's something strange here. It seems like there's a dark curtain surrounding it. I can't see it very clearly.

In a city that seems to be called Saixitine, the people here made themselves into dolls in order to avoid the apocalypse, but it seems that they were not completely successful. Their doll bodies are closer to monsters than normal creatures.

Flesh and flesh are weak and weak, but machines are soaring?

It's almost the same. It's just a super low-end mechanical ascension, involving the fields of life and soul. Humanity before the cataclysm had very limited research in this area. This cannot be completed by relying on mysticism.

I feel the excitement from you.

With the help of the Earth Church and the Spiritual Church, this idea is not entirely unfeasible.