Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Amon twitched the corner of his mouth and said half with emotion and half with tentative words:

"I guess, no matter what the outcome of the prophecy is, you will not refuse my proposal."

Without waiting for Renekton's answer, he raised his hand and pinched the monocle at his right eye. A blinding white instantly swallowed up everything.

This situation lasted for less than a second, and the blazing white light gradually faded away, revealing a sky with stars, the sun, and the moon coexisting at the same time, which looked extremely chaotic.

Under the chaotic sky, there is a group of buildings with ancient styles and gorgeous decorations. The buildings are scattered in an orderly manner. They are somewhat similar to the layout of Sethitine in reality, but they are completely different in many details.

There seemed to be a lot of pedestrians in simple clothes walking back and forth on the streets of this city. It looked very lively, but there was no sound at all, and the silence was eerie.

They were like puppets on strings. They could only move according to a fixed process. Their faces were numb and rigid, without any vitality.

In addition to numb and stiff expressions and movements, there are many traces of alienation on their bodies. Some people have fish-like scales on their skin, some people's eyes have turned into cold vertical pupils, and some people have cold vertical pupils. A tail, ears, and short, thick fur have grown.

Next to Renekton, Amon introduced the situation here like a tour guide:

"This is a manifestation of their mental pollution."

"Them?" Renekton keenly noticed Amon's words.

Amon nodded lightly and said:

"Yes, although you see them still barely retaining some human form, this is just a calm appearance. They have already completely transformed into monsters over a long period of time. If they are slightly stimulated, they will immediately reveal themselves. Show a real monster."

As if to verify his words, Amon walked up to a man dressed like a sailor with a smile, reached out and patted his shoulder gently and said:

"Did you see the fish I put here?"

The man with a numb and stiff expression slowly turned his neck, making a creaking sound, as if his head would fall off at any time.

"fish"

"Fish."

He repeated what Amon said over and over again, but he could only pronounce the syllable "fish".

As he opened his mouth, the thick beard covering half of his face swayed up and down, revealing the mouthparts filled with transparent, smooth mucus and fangs.

It no longer looked like human lips, but more like the mouthparts of some marine creatures. Smooth and transparent mucus dripped continuously, and the thick beard on his face began to squirm like life.

"I saw the fish. I saw it."

"Ho ho."

The words in its mouth gradually became inarticulate, and in the end only the whooshing sound of air friction was left.

One after another, more slippery tentacles came out from under his clothes, and the whole person instantly collapsed into a ball. Tentacles with bright colors, made of many pieces of flesh, stretched out from the pores of his clothes, and there was also light yellow pus flowing. Liquid-like slippery liquid.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and the air seemed to be dyed a sea blue at this moment, as if it had been sunk into the sea, with fine water droplets constantly leaching out of the air.

Renekton unconsciously reached out and covered his mouth and nose. He felt a strange suffocating feeling on his body, and there was a salty and wet taste in his mouth, as if he had suddenly been sunk into the deep sea.

Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle at his right eye. The strange scene around him suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding space turned into a hollow gray and black.

Only the brightly colored tentacles, made up of many pieces of flesh, were still dancing, and with the madness and primitive desire to destroy everything, the tentacles were drawn towards Renekton and Amon.

The dark blue flowing in Renekton's eyes froze for a moment. Before he raised his hand to make a move, golden starlight had already emerged, emitting unparalleled light and heat, filling the entire space in an instant.

The tentacles that were still dancing instantly melted into drops of liquid like candles, dripping down continuously.

The madness and the primitive desire to destroy everything that were unleashed on the tentacles were quickly fading away, while at the same time an extreme fanaticism and extremely fiery emotions were rising.

Renekton's face suddenly became solemn. He felt that his spirituality was rapidly passing away, and a little of his will was integrated into this false world, evolving in an extremely twisted and evil direction. At the same time, he and this false world Establish some kind of connection.

Without hesitation, he followed his intuition and stretched out his right hand to grab into the void. A layer of dark mist with a "secret" effect was caught in his hand.

The light and heat around him dimmed quickly, and the connection he had with this false world was instantly severed.

Amon raised the monocle on his right eye and said with a belated look:

"This world built by information is not perfect. The low-level rules are too simple and there are too many logical loopholes. This also causes any extraordinary power to be infinitely amplified here."

"Just like just now, it was obviously just an ordinary out-of-control monster, but the aura from its body radiated out, directly forming a sea of ​​half-truths and half-falsehoods."

"Although it is just a false world constructed from information, the dangers encountered here will still feed back to our real mental bodies to some extent."

Renekton glanced at Amon thoughtfully and added in a calm tone:

"This city is eroding the spirituality and will of intruders all the time, especially when using extraordinary abilities, this situation will be more serious."

"I'm a little curious. If you can't restrain yourself well and cut off your connection with this world in time, what will be the final result?"

Amon looked like he was reminiscing and said with a chuckle:

"I have done experiments before. When the spirituality and will are completely eroded, this world will automatically generate a new person and truly become a part of this place, just like the person I just greeted."

Renekton nodded thoughtfully and said:

"No wonder you say that the people here have long been transformed into monsters."

Amon said with emotion:

"In the despairing darkness, this false world becomes their only light and salvation. When they indulge here, they have forgotten the danger."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand in front and pulled gently.

With a clicking sound, he pulled an exaggerated crack into the area shrouded in dark fog.

As the crack appeared, Renekton felt that the dim light and heat around him became active again, and extreme fanaticism and excitement were growing around him.

Resisting the urge to use his extraordinary abilities, Renekton followed Amon and stepped out of the crack to leave the area.

As soon as he walked out of the crack, he found that the surrounding scene had changed. He and Amon came to a magnificent and gorgeous palace complex.

Renekton glanced at Amon calmly, understanding that he had just modified the position of the other end of the crack.

Feeling his gaze, Amon turned back and raised his hand, pointing to the magnificent and simple palaces behind him and said:

"This is the embodiment of the temple of Cexitin here in reality. It is alive and was built by the craftsmen here using the heart left by the 'Secret Angel'. It is also the center of this information world. "

"It's still some time before it becomes active, and we need to speed it up a little bit."

While speaking, Amon held the crystal-ground monocle in his right hand and shook it slightly. A huge ancient mottled shadow suddenly appeared above his head.

This shadow is like the surface of a wall clock carved from stone. It is divided into twelve grids. Each grid is either grayish white or green and black, intertwined with each other, has clear boundaries, and has different symbols.

An indescribable invisible torrent suddenly emerged from the huge shadow, as if it had traveled through a long history. Everything around it was wrapped up in this torrent, and it moved forward on the scale of time.

To him, this world built by information is just a toy that can be played with at will. Renekton sighed in his heart while staring straight ahead, staring at the palace building that was undulating like a heart.

The decorative gears on the walls were all turning, making constant rattling sounds, and the well-proportioned palaces were constantly rising and falling to adjust their positions.

The sun, moon and stars that appeared in the sky at the same time also began to rhythm, making circles of ripples, looking for their own positions.

During this process, Renekton's eyes once again became extremely dark, lost focus, and became blurry.

There are extremely vague figures flashing through my mind constantly. They are connected to each other and separated from each other, like different personality aspects of one person.

It's crazy. The consciousness of many aborigines and the pollution they carry have formed different personality aspects here. No wonder the "secret angel" failed after resurrection. Once resurrected, he will become it, Turning into a monster with only crazy instincts, self-slumber is the best choice. Unfortunately, he met Amon.

While sighing, Renekton raised his hand and condensed his eyes containing countless stars, shining with cold and pure light, cold and indifferent.

These eyes have no eyelashes, and they merge into this world of information in a blink of an eye, turning into dim light spots that move around, collecting the information here.

Amon ended his act of stealing time, folded his hands on his chest, and said calmly:

"It turns out that what you are interested in is the information world itself. I thought you wanted the relics of the 'Secret Angel', so I helped you wake it up."

Renekton looked sideways at Amon and said calmly: "What do you want from it?"

Before he finished speaking, the world suddenly shook. Huge ravines spread out from the tallest and most gorgeous palace in the middle, like a dense and huge spider web.