Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"How come you still have the attribute of gluttony?" Renekton muttered to himself as he stretched out his left hand and tapped the surface of the mechanical glove with his fingers, making a clicking sound.

The surface of the bronze mechanical glove made a squeaking sound, and a crack opened, revealing the precise gear structure that meshed with each other inside, making constant clicking sounds.

Inexplicably, the expression of a child looking at him aggrievedly appeared in his mind, as if to say: "I just get hungry easily!"

The corners of Renekton's mouth twitched slightly and he said, "The characteristic of being alive is stronger than I thought."

While speaking, he stood up from the high-backed chair made of stars. His figure flickered and appeared directly in the open square in front of the temple below.

He squatted down and pressed his right hand wearing a bronze mechanical glove onto the dilapidated and decayed gray stone ground.

The mechanical glove he wore on his right hand made a sound of gears turning, and the precise and complex lines engraved on the surface lit up one by one, flashing with a pale white brilliance.

The next moment, with his right hand pressing on the ground as the center, the color quickly dissipated like evaporation. On the ground, the dilapidated and decayed gray stone turned into pieces and spread rapidly outward.

In just a moment, the entire square, including part of the temple in front, turned into a cloud of dust, which was blown into the distance by a sudden gust of wind.

Renekton stood up from the ground that turned into dust, looked down at the mechanical glove on his right hand, and whispered to himself:

"Is your limit on absorbing life force within a range of 100 meters, and is there anything in direct contact?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his right index finger clicked three times continuously and quickly under the guidance of the mechanical glove.

After receiving the reply from the gloves, Renekton nodded slightly, and then walked towards the temple in front, intending to recover the remaining characteristics here.

Before taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, raised his head and looked to the right. With the light brought by lightning when it cut across the sky, he could see clearly in the corner of the ruins of a collapsed house in the distance. A monster that is a cross between a bird and a wolf.

The monster's green eyes dimmed instantly, and it fell back, as if it had suddenly lost all vitality.

Renekton changed the direction of his steps, and the measurement of distance was suddenly distorted. He just took a step forward, but he instantly appeared next to the fallen monster.

The deep lilac color appeared in his eyes, and the information about this monster that looked like a cross between a bird and a wolf appeared clearly in his eyes.

"Is a corpse that has been dead for a while turned into a marionette?"

While talking to himself, his eyes flashed and became extremely dark, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm.

Under such circumstances, the focus is obviously lost and the eyes are confused.

What happened to this monster during its lifetime automatically appeared in his mind:

Hidden in the darkness, quietly waiting for prey, its body suddenly stiffened, and then it ran towards the ruins of the city ahead at a speed that far exceeded its own limit. Among the ruins of the city, it saw many twinkling stars. s eyes.

The fragmentary images seen through the "prophecy" quickly dissipated.

Renekton's eyes soon became clear again. He was completely unable to trace the existence that turned this monster into a Marionette. He tried to peek at the level of destiny, but there was always a fog blocking his eyes.

"'Dark Demonic Wolf' Kotar is a bit deceitful. You are the only demonic wolf of the 'divineer' path in the land abandoned by the gods."

After taunting the 'Dark Demonic Wolf' in a low voice, Renekton bent down and pressed his right hand wearing a mechanical glove onto the monster's body.

The body of the monster, covered with short, thick gray-brown hair and palm-length feathers, instantly shriveled up, lost color, and fell to the ground bit by bit.

After doing all this, his body instantly became empty and decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, surging like a torrent into the spiritual world, looking for the figure of the "Dark Dark Demonic Wolf" in the surrounding area.

About ten minutes later, an information flow that was difficult to see with the naked eye emerged from the depths of the spiritual world, and Renekton's body was reassembled in front of the dilapidated and decayed temple.

He had just searched the surrounding area for more than ten kilometers and didn't see even a single wolf hair.

"As expected of an angel of the 'Soothsayer' path, he wants to hide so much that even the 'Peeping Eyes' can't find any trace of him."

Renekton sighed as he walked into the temple.

The statue in the hall that had been destroyed by Amon had completely disappeared, not even the rubble was left.

The dolls that were originally prostrate in the hall and praying have all disappeared, leaving only some scattered parts and remains on the ground, which seems to indicate that this place has experienced a chaos.

Renekton's eyes looked around, taking in all the traces and scents remaining in the hall. He soon simulated what had happened here before in his mind.

"Amon brought part of the will and aura of the 'True Creator' here, breaking the original balance here. The changes in the information world simultaneously affected this place, making the puppets here go crazy and start attacking each other."

"Why did he do this?"

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Renekton decided to give up his plan to continue the investigation. There was no absolute and irreconcilable conflict between him and Amon. As long as it was not directed at him, he could completely ignore the other party, and he had already planned to leave the God Abandoned Palace. Therefore, paying attention to Amon is no longer so urgent and necessary.

Thinking of this, he half-raised his left hand and stretched it forward, condensing a dark, ancient horn with an extremely heavy and powerful connotation.

He put the "horn of destruction" to his lips and blew hard.

Thick, suppressed low sounds immediately echoed around. Under the superposition of sound waves, the dilapidated and decayed temple cracked wide cracks. From the inside to the outside, it collapsed bit by bit, turning into the smallest details. The crumbs slowly floated in the air and fell.

Bright yellow, deep red, mixed with some light blue and silvery white light spots are constantly precipitating from the floating crumbs in the air, floating around, and slowly gathering.

These light spots representing different pathways and different sequences of extraordinary characteristics gradually come together, eventually forming a dice inlaid with many gems.

It is about the size of a fist, with a dark black background, and each side is inlaid with different colors and different numbers of gems. They are one point of jet black, two points of green, three points of silver, four points of dark green, and five points of dark green. Red and six o'clock golden, each exudes a completely different atmosphere, distinct from each other, appearing chaotic, evil and sacred.

Renekton glanced at the dice lying quietly on the ground from a distance, with a deep lavender glow flowing in his eyes. In just a moment, he understood the information about this magical item.

This magical item is a mixture of many auras and characteristics. It has no clear effect. Different sides will release extraordinary abilities in different aspects. This may be positive or negative. It may have both effects. For the person who throws the dice, it may also affect a certain range around it. The intensity is between sequence nine and sequence four, which is completely random, but the higher the intensity, the lower the probability of occurrence.

The black at one point represents the extraordinary abilities in the realm of darkness and corruption, the green at two points represents the extraordinary abilities in the realm of life, the silver at three points represents the extraordinary abilities in the realm of storm, and the dark green at four points represents the realm of death. , the crimson at five o'clock represents the lunar realm, and the golden yellow at six o'clock represents the solar realm.

It will constantly attract living creatures nearby to turn it. If no living creature turns it for a long time, it will rotate spontaneously. As time goes by, the speed of its spontaneous rotation will gradually increase.

"A very interesting dice, just like adding a map with a 'door' path, you can play a real adventure game full of excitement and passion."

Renekton whispered to himself, and the idea of ​​creating a matching chessboard for it gradually became stronger.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the thoughts rising in his heart, he gently rubbed his fingers to create dots of starlight, and moved the wrapped dice lying quietly on the ground to his hand.

These starlights condensed instantly and turned into translucent amber, forming a simple seal that cut off the dice's perception of the outside world and also restricted its ability to rotate on its own.

After doing all this, he remained silent for two seconds, turned his head and looked to the side and behind. His body instantly became blurred and decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, surging towards the distance like a torrent.

On a hill about two to three hundred meters to the left of Sexitin, a complex and pure flow of information rushed here, quickly reorganizing Renekton's body.

He lowered his head and glanced at a monster corpse lying on the ground, and spoke in a calm voice toward the front:

"Are you looking for me?"

His voice continued to echo around and spread far away, showing no sign of weakening.

As the sound spread far into the deep darkness, there was no longer any echo in his ears, and he didn't get the slightest response.

After a moment of silence, seeing that no one came out to respond to him, Renekton turned back and his body instantly became illusive.

The next moment, a dim yellow fire suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him. A man was holding an animal skin lantern and wearing dark classical palace robes. His eyes were dark and slightly green, and his face was covered with rough black hair. A bearded middle-aged man stepped out of the darkness.

He appeared very suddenly, as if he had been teleported from a very far away place. He did not have the slightest aura of an Beyonder on him. His eyes were fixed on Renekton, and he spoke in a very ancient language with a low and hoarse voice. :

"Have you seen the 'Origin Castle'?"

Renekton's illusory body solidified again, and he calmly looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes suddenly darkening.

In his sight, there were layers of illusory fog behind the marionette that suddenly appeared in front of him, making it difficult to understand and understand.