Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Pure and clear light illuminates every corner of the surrounding area, turning it into darkness without a trace, leaving no shadow.

The darkness and shadows surging around him continued to shrink and disintegrate under the light, and were quickly dispelled.

But the scarlet light flowing out of the pores on those dolls became even more intense, with a madness that was almost condensed into substance, dyeing the surrounding pale gold light into a faint red.

Amon walked leisurely to the corner, took out a dark brown high-backed chair from his collection and sat down. He also magically took out a glass of dark red wine with a refreshing fragrance.

He was like a leisurely commentator, sipping the wine and saying:

"The materials on them have become resistant to the purification power of the sun field. The more they are purified, the more certain pollution on them will be intensified."

"You might as well try to destroy this place directly and forcefully."

"And then trigger a stress response in this temple?" Renekton turned his head slightly and glanced at Amon behind him with his peripheral vision, rejecting the other party's proposal.

He looked deeply at the doll whose aura was connected to the temple. The faint premonition of danger was still there, but he couldn't see where it came from.

When a puppet was about to rush to him, he threw a pea on the ground.

The pea grew instantly and turned into thick green vines, covering the surrounding area like a heavy rain, submerging all the dolls.

They were intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, with layers upon layers going up, and the top could not be seen at all. The dolls were forcibly scattered throughout the green forest, disappearing from sight along with the vine forest.

After briefly getting rid of the puppet, Renekton glanced sideways at Amon, who was still sitting in the high-back chair and calmly tasting red wine and said:

"You have been following me just because you wanted to fish in troubled waters at that time. Is there anything you need here?"

"Isn't this what I need?" Amon asked with a chuckle.

Renekton's eyes paused for a moment, then he looked away as if nothing had happened, and then walked towards the passage behind the prayer hall.

His movements were not very coherent. Without Klein's help above the gray mist, the temple's negative effects on flesh and blood appeared on him again.

If you stay here for a long time, even if you are a demigod, your body will suffer some irreparable damage. Just like using ancient machinery, no matter how you renovate it, it will never be as good as before.

Amon appeared next to Renekton at an inappropriate time and asked:

"Why don't you ask me for help? I can help you steal the negative effects from your body."

"Of course I'm worried that you might steal more things." Renekton stated his concerns frankly.

While speaking, he kept walking towards the garden behind the passage. Before he was completely close, he had already noticed that flowers, plants and trees made of colored paper, iron sheets and sawdust had reappeared in the garden, but they were the same as before. In comparison, it is obviously much sparser.

As he got closer, he saw a scarecrow-like figure standing in the garden:

Its body was simply bundled with hay. It was wearing a dark, rough rag with many damages. It also wore a patched pointed hat on its head, and an exaggerated expression was painted on its face with oil paint. Smiley face.

It has no hands, instead a sickle and a rake, and its feet are a rusty hollow iron pipe.

"It seems that the materials here are not very rich. This idol was simply pieced together with the only materials available."

While Renekton sighed, he condensed an ancient-style spear in his hand, with blobs and blobs and dots of dark red blood burning from the tip to the handle.

The dark red spear came out the moment it took shape, leaving a fading dark red stream of light in the air, easily penetrating the scarecrow-like doll's body.

The doll's body made of straw was instantly ignited by dark red flames, disintegrating and burning into ashes.

During the burning process, the doll's body quickly became thinner and brittle, and finally disintegrated into pieces of red phosphorous moonlight.

On the other side of the garden, a burst of crimson moonlight rose, and a doll made of straw was formed in the crimson moonlight.

The paint on its face turned into an angry expression, the withered hay on its body turned scarlet, as if soaked in blood, and there was a faint mist of water steaming from its body.

call out!call out!call out!

The hay on the doll's body shot out like sharp arrows, leaving a sound of sharp objects rubbing the air in the air.

Scarlet hay shot out densely, instantly penetrating the bodies of Renekton and Amon.

The former's body suddenly became transparent and illusory, and turned into a pile of foam the moment it was penetrated by the hay.

These bubbles also reflected the bright stars, reflecting dreamy colors, flying in all directions, and then being penetrated and broken by hay in an instant.

The sharp arrow-like hay penetrated Amon's body easily, making a popping sound, but it did not splash a trace of blood. There was no wound on Amon's body. He directly stole the scarlet hay and used it on himself. s damage.

Amon raised the monocle at his right eye and walked through the rain of hay arrows like a stroll, approaching Renekton who had appeared at the edge of the garden.

Renekton briefly looked at the sign hanging on the door in front of him. There were several words on it that were somewhat similar to the ancient Fusac language: Doll Workshop.

The depth in his eyes flashed, and he roughly understood what was behind the door.

There were about twenty minutes left. Renekton mentally estimated how long he could stay here. Once this limit was exceeded, the negative effects that continued to accumulate on his body would affect his actions and judgment.

The door creaked as he pushed it. Unlike the darkness in other places, the doll workshop was completely brightly lit, and the lighting facilities were crystals made into lampstands.

They emit bright yellow light like the sun, illuminating the entire doll workshop without leaving a trace of darkness or shadow.

Renekton stretched out his hand and grasped it gently in mid-air, and a night with a sense of tranquility was dragged out of the void by him, shrouding himself. The traces of his existence were cleverly concealed, and he was completely lost.

After being secretive, he raised his legs and entered the puppet workshop.

As soon as he entered the workshop, Renekton felt that the secretive layer of his body had been weakened to a great extent. The sluggishness in his body that was like an old machine quickly disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by the heat that grew from the bottom of his heart. Feeling, all the emotions that had been deliberately suppressed in my heart became active, and all kinds of messy thoughts floated in my mind.

There is the influence of the solar field. Here, some emotions are suppressed to the extreme, and some emotions become extremely fanatical. It is also a bit hot, and it feels like it has suddenly gone from cold winter to midsummer.

As the sluggishness in his body completely disappeared, Renekton could faintly feel the sweat gradually dripping from his forehead, and the fever spread from his emotions to his body.

Taking a deep breath, the dark blue flowing quietly in his eyes became much purer and richer, giving people an unusually sacred and wise feeling, but also seemed quite cold and without warmth.

In this state, his resistance to abnormal conditions around him has significantly improved.

At this time, he had the energy to look at the surrounding situation. It looked like a large workshop, with many solid wood and metal mechanical devices neatly placed. On each mechanical device, there were at least two with half a body. The puppets are like workers firmly fixed in position, never stopping to do the same work.

On the workbench, a tall tree made of sawdust, iron sheets and colored paper was repeatedly dismantled and reassembled.

Renekton quickly discovered the most special and conspicuous one among these dolls. It wore a gray-white stone mask on its head, and a monocle made of crystal was inlaid in the right eye socket of the mask.

Seemingly noticing Renekton's gaze, it suddenly stopped moving, looked up at Renekton in confusion, and then lowered its head in confusion.

Not Amon? A doubt flashed through Renekton's mind. The light in this workshop was a bit dazzling, which had some impact on his secret-peeping eyes, and he couldn't see clearly.

Amon's figure suddenly appeared in the workshop. He walked around twice in a very familiar way. He walked up to the doll with a monocle on its mask, reached out and took off the monocle on its mask. He tossed it twice in his hand and said:

"A life that is too boring has caused this clone to fall into a state of self-isolation. To put it simply, he is autistic."

While Amon was speaking, Renekton could faintly see a few pale white light spots separate from the doll and merge into Amon's body.

Seeing this scene, he asked curiously: "You don't want this clone anymore?"

Putting the monocle in his hand into his pocket, Amon said calmly:

"He didn't want to continue being a puppet and chose to return to his true form."

"The dolls here only have a body and crazy instincts. They are controlled by this temple. Their consciousness stays in the Sexitine woven by pure information, or is sealed there."

"Do you want to go there and take a look? The information there is seriously contaminated and may collapse at any time."

Renekton did not answer immediately. His eyes, which were filled with clear radiance, instantly became extremely deep, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm. His eyes obviously lost focus and became confused.

Under such circumstances, he can peek into the long river that represents destiny and glimpse into some future trends.

After his eyes were temporarily out of focus, his eyes became clear again. He didn't "predict" much useful information, but he probably understood the dangers and his gains.

After a brief silence, he nodded and said, "You can go."