Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the place abandoned by the gods, in the almost completely collapsed temple, green vines hung down and quickly became transparent until they disappeared.

During this process, Renekton's figure quietly emerged.

He gently rubbed his fingers, and dots of golden starlight filled the air, bursting out pure and clear light, illuminating every corner around him, dispelling the darkness that shrouded the surroundings, leaving no shadow.

In the light, monsters with bat wings, bodies like human children, and gray-black short hair sticking close to the skin were revealed, and were quickly melted into drops of transparent liquid by the light.

After getting rid of the monsters hidden in the darkness, he walked straight towards the half-collapsed altar in front of him. Above the altar, there was a statue of a god that had fallen on a cross.

As he got closer, the statue seemed to come alive, exuding a very deep aura full of depravity. A dark, viscous liquid was secreted bit by bit on the surface of the statue, as if it was covered with a shadow.

In the pure and clear light, the sticky black liquid on the statue continued to spread outwards, like a dark and lightless shadow curtain. Deep in the curtain, there was an eye staring at everything with extremely crazy emotions.

A deep lilac glow appeared in Renekton's light blue eyes. His whole person exuded an unusually sacred and wise feeling, but he also seemed quite cold and without warmth.

He just stood there, looking into the eyes deep in the shadows. After two seconds of silence, he suddenly said:

"You look like you're doing better."

Deep in the shadows, the indifferent and rational voice of the "True Creator" came out:

"No wonder Herabergen cooperates with you"

"The seal left by the Seven Gods is still there. I can't leave this continent. I can't interfere with your recovery of the power and characteristics of the steam."

Renekton nodded calmly, and then said:

"I know that what I want to ask you for help with is another matter."

"I can help you reclaim the authority of the 'Sun'. In exchange, I need at least one copy of the 'Pure White Angel' properties."

"Go to Sasril." The "True Creator" replied simply.

As these words fell, the viscous black liquid flowing out from the inside of the statue was quickly recovered, disappearing into the light like an invisible shadow.

"You didn't ask me to help him get back the first blasphemous slate from the Giant King's Court. Are you trying to guard against me and worry that I would just take the blasphemous slate away or seal it?"

"Maybe you need to ask the goddess of the night about the characteristics of the third 'Emperor of Knowledge'. I originally thought it was hidden by the 'Hidden Sage', or lost in the land abandoned by the gods, but I simply feel it here. Without the existence of the 'knowledge emperor' characteristic, it can only be artificially hidden."

"No concealment can be hidden from the 'Mother of Secrets', and only she may have clues."

While talking to himself, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the temple. In the process, his body gradually faded and decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, which penetrated into the depths of the spiritual world and flowed like a torrent. Move forward.

He originally planned to collect a group of believers from the remaining city-states in the land abandoned by the gods, but now he can only give up this plan and shift the center of the faith to preaching in the southern continent.

The light composed of pure and complex information that surged like a torrent in the spiritual world suddenly stopped, and Renekton reorganized his body in the complex and pure knowledge.

He looked towards the place outside the spiritual world. There was a city completely different from the styles of the northern and southern continents, a majestic city built of steel bars and concrete.

Although the city has become decayed and collapsed over the long years, its distinctive features can still make people recognize at a glance which era it belongs to.

Deep in the spirit world, Renekton subconsciously stepped out of the spirit world and entered this gray and white city.

The air was filled with the smell of rust and sand, which was not pleasant, but he breathed heavily, as if something deep in his soul was throbbing.

Chernobyl. The former traveler left something behind after all, even if this is not his hometown, it is just a place that once was similar.

By the way, what kind of ultimate suture monster am I now? The unknown time traveler, Renekton Soth of Feneport, the personality profile of the "Knowledge Wilderness" and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" seems to be deliberately strengthening me except " Knowledge Wilderness" Cognition beyond the personality side.

If my identity is recycled by the "knowledge wilderness", but it is unable to digest it, or is unwilling to digest this redundant identity recognition, will an identity be stripped out again, and I, in a sense, be resurrected?

While he was thinking, his eyes suddenly flashed, and Amon, wearing something like a white coat, appeared in front of him.

A trace of curiosity flashed in Amon's eyes, but his tone was very calm and he asked:

"What are you thinking? I can't steal your ideas?"

Renekton curiously looked at Amon's dress in front of him and said:

"The 'Sage' has mastered a certain amount of 'secret'. Although it is not as good as the 'Servant of Secret', there is still no problem in using it to cover up one's own thoughts."

Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle at his right eye, then curved the corner of his mouth and said:

"As a qualified 'thief', I can not only steal other people's thoughts and ideas, but I can also tell through the expression and demeanor on your face just now that you know this place and the past of this city. You just were in miss the past?"

"I'm curious what's worth remembering here? It's just an ordinary city, without any mystery."

Renekton walked straight past Amon and walked on the streets of the ruins of the city, saying as he walked:

"You should ask your father this question."

After a pause for two seconds, he continued to add:

"There are some things that only you with normal humanity will understand."

The expression on Amon's face did not change at all. His figure flickered and appeared in front of Renekton again, saying with a smile on his face:

"Normal humanity? Why do I feel that I have more humanity than you now?"

Renekton glanced at him lightly and said:

"You deserve a beating now. You are worthy of being a naughty kid raised by Medici."

"Really? I suddenly feel like I want to beat you up." While speaking, Amon raised his hand to remove the monocle from his right eye and held it in his hand.

Suddenly, streaks of pale white light emerged from the surrounding void, converging towards the monocle in his hand.

During this process, the aura on his body continued to rise, and within a moment, it reached the level of Sequence Two.

Renekton glanced at Amon with some surprise as his breath gradually calmed down, and said calmly:

"It seems like you were prepared. How did you know I would come here?"

Amon put on the monocle again, and then, as if he was showing off his work, he slightly raised his chin and said:

"I didn't know you would come here, I was just betting on a possibility."

"This is the place where my father walked out of. I think this place must have extraordinary meaning to him and some people like him."

"After you successfully avoided me by relying on the remaining aura and divine power of the night and storm, I sent some clones here."

Renekton chuckled and nodded, not too worried about stepping into Amon's trap. With the changes in sequence and position, it has been difficult for Amon to steal important things from him unless It is his true nature that comes.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly asked:

"Do you know the whereabouts of the three 'Emperor of Knowledge' attributes?"

Amon raised his eyebrows and said in a bewitching tone:

"Are you looking for the third attribute of 'Emperor of Knowledge'? I can give you a hint, but what are you going to exchange for it?"

"How do I know for sure if you actually know something?"

A deep lilac appeared in Renekton's eyes, and he looked at Amon who was wearing a monocle.

Amon raised his hand, tried to grasp it forward, and said calmly:

"You can bet, maybe I won't deceive you on this matter."

Renekton frowned slightly. The next moment, he felt that he had lost something, some knowledge.

He must be so lucky to have stolen my extraordinary ability so easily. While sighing in his heart, his body instantly became illusory and decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, flowing in this dilapidated and collapsed city. With.

A moment later, his figure reappeared on a high gray-white concrete wall that had mostly collapsed.

Amon followed closely and appeared on the high wall. Pieces of white, illusory feathers appeared behind him and spread out to form a pair of pure white wings.

Under the pure white wings, there are strips of insects of time with twelve-segment patterns, an ancient mottled twelve-segment clock.

The surrounding city ruins change instantly, and there are many illusory "worms of time" with twelve links of light and shadow swimming quickly and wandering around, quietly affecting the surrounding environment, forming a more conducive to "time". insect” environment.

This is the "mysterious reappearance" that Amon just stole from Renekton, which allows the user to reveal the "ugly duckling" in the form of a mythical creature.

After becoming a "sage", the "mysterious reappearance" he mastered has also changed. When revealing the form of mythical creatures, the "ugly duckling" can make the surrounding environment more suitable for him.

Renekton smiled at Amon, who showed the form of a mythical creature in front of him, his light blue eyes dyed with a deep lavender color.

He stared intently at Amon's mythical creature form, analyzing and recording the corresponding knowledge.

As this process progressed, his appearance, image and temperament were rapidly changing, becoming somewhat closer to Amon, as if he had become a real "Trojan of Destiny".