Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 565 Triss’s Awakening

The mechanical glove Renekton wore on his right hand lit up with a faint brilliance. This brilliance fell on Katarina, peeling off part of her spirituality and all kinds of crazy and depraved thoughts growing in her heart, and separated them from those underneath her. Shadow union.

Under her body, the shadow filled with fallen thoughts and spirituality suddenly came to life, flowing rapidly, forming an independent creature that was somewhat similar to her, but out of control.

With the appearance of this shadow creature, the dense spiderweb-like threads in the room began to shrink and roll abnormally, as if there was a disagreement, and they were fighting against themselves.

Catalina's eyes flashed slightly as she recovered some thoughts from her absent-minded state. Black flames and white frost moved around on the illusory thin lines invisible to the naked eye, fighting against each other and destroying everything around her.

Snapped!

Renekton raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The flames and frost in the room quickly became lighter and thinner, losing their original intensity. Their confrontation was always embodied in this room and could not cause much damage.

Catalina's face darkened, and she looked at the figure who was somewhat similar to herself, her eyes flashing slightly.

The movements of the strange creature, a mixture of shadows and corrupted thoughts, slowed down little by little, as if bound by invisible threads. A layer of stone gray gradually appeared on its surface until it completely turned into a gray stone statue.

He glanced at the position where Catalina was just now, raised his right hand halfway, and whispered in dragon language: "Frost!"

She looked at Renekton who appeared by the window and reached out to pat Triss on the back. Her voice became serious and said with some impatience that she was not even aware of:

"What did you do? Why was I so impulsive and reckless to fight with it?"

The figures of Renekton and Triss were outlined out of thin air. He reluctantly took back his hand on Triss's shoulder, walked to the wall, and turned on the gas wall lamp in the room.

"Of course, otherwise why would I come to you?"

"Cough! Cough!"

He is Raydal Valentine, the new head of Backlund Parish of the Church of Storms, replacing the transferred "Singer of God" Ace Snake.

Shortly after they left, the howling wind drowned out the noisy voices around them, and an astonishingly imposing middle-aged man fell from the wind.

Sensing the movement behind her, Triss curled her lips and showed a calm and charming smile. She picked clothes in the wardrobe without moving quickly or slowly.

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

The flames suddenly created chaos when they touched Renekton, forming a vortex that isolated the flames.

After taking off her shirt, she kicked off her shoes and reached for the waistband of her pants.

Renekton's throat moved. He swallowed and turned around with difficulty. He walked to the stained glass window and reached out to open the window, letting the cold night wind soothe his suddenly restless mind and body.

Triss reached out and pulled the men's shirt that slid down to her shoulders. She looked tired and whispered seductively:

"If you like it, I can let you touch it for a while longer, or you can experience real pleasure with me, as a reward for saving me just now."

Catalina looked at the stone statue standing in front of her with an ugly expression. She could no longer feel the existence of her limbs below the waist. While she was petrifying the strange shadow creature, she was also being petrified by it.

"Fire, frost, bacteria and viruses still remain in the air. It's those witches again, huh, a group of crazy and troublesome women."

"This is just for show." Triss defended herself with her chest rising and falling slightly.

"It seems that you are quite adaptable to being a woman. Do you still want to take a new path and become an 'Iron-Blooded Knight'?"

"Already left? I didn't feel anything unusual at all. And just now, it seemed that Catalina didn't notice when he appeared and could easily suppress the Sequence Three witch. He was already an angel, or had mastered something. A powerful sealed object? Is it a pair of mechanical gloves inlaid with gems?"

After a moment of silence, Triss unexpectedly rejected the proposal. She said in a calm and hoarse voice:

Renekton imitated Katarina's previous words and taunted her. While speaking, he continued to slap Triss on the back.

"The ritual of the 'Iron-Blooded Knight' is very simple for you. Form a team of at least thirty people and cultivate a deep comradeship with them. Let them become stronger one after another and cooperate with each other tacitly. They can understand themselves based on their eyes and movements. The meaning is that they are almost one with each other, and then they form a ceremony.”

Renekton took a few steps closer and looked at her. In the eyes of the other party's eager and provocative eyes, he stretched out his hand to button the men's shirt on her body one by one. He stood up the collar and wrapped her body tightly. Reality.

"It's just amplifying certain thoughts and emotions in your heart. Stepping into the trap so easily only shows that your accumulation in the 'Assassin' stage is not enough."

"Although I am sure to kill her, it is not something I can do easily. The vitality of the 'Eternal Witch' is as tenacious as the rats in the sewer. It can be eliminated, but it is difficult to kill her completely, not to mention that there are still people beside me. You are such a drag."

"Rather than this kind of reward, I would rather you discount it and give it to me."

"I don't plan to leave Backlund until I complete my revenge. This metropolis is not just a jungle of steel and desire. A qualified 'Hunter' can be trained here."

A few red flames suddenly burst out from the men's shirt that fell to the ground, and were quickly burned out.

In the West End, in a single-family house a few streets away, countless complex and pure knowledge poured out from the spiritual realm, reorganizing Renekton's figure in the living room of the room.

Renekton nodded slightly, put a hand on her shoulder, and their figures quickly disappeared transparently.

Triss didn't pay attention to Renekton's words. She reached out to unbutton her shirt and turned around to walk to the closet at the end of the room.

"The higher the strength and tacit understanding of the team, the better the effect of the ceremony."

Triss couldn't help but cough after being photographed, her cheeks turned red from suppressing the pain, and she kept spitting out dark red and black flesh from her mouth, filling the air with an unpleasant stench.

"You really are." Triss opened her mouth to say something, but thinking of the brief fight between him and Catalina just now, she swallowed back the unfinished words and said instead:

"Why did you let her go on purpose? Do you want to pity her, or are you afraid of the Witch Sect behind her?"

Renekton shook his head expressionlessly and said:

"I'm just a little curious about the current status of the 'Original Witch'."

"Ahem~ Okay, okay, me"

When she approached the closet, the men's shirt on her body slipped off, revealing the snow-white skin underneath, which was looming among the loose hair, which was extremely charming.

Bang! Red flames mixed with pitch-black flames appeared out of thin air in the room, jumped up suddenly, not only spread outwards, but quickly engulfed the entire hotel.

Ignoring Triss's confused and then angry mood, he took two steps back and said calmly: