Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 569

"Death!" Russell's low, hoarse voice sounded, and at the same time he stretched his right hand forward to make a grasping gesture.

The little man struggling and crying on the ground was suddenly tightly wrapped by the force coming from all directions and compressed into a ball. His body cracked from the inside to the outside and disintegrated into pieces of crimson moonlight like red phosphorus.

Snapped!

Renekton's figure left the ceiling of the mausoleum at some point, stood next to Russell, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The bright and clear starlight fell from the sky, easily penetrated the stone walls of the mausoleum, and enveloped the crimson moonlight in the hall.

The crimson light seemed to have substantial weight at this moment, falling rapidly, penetrating the stone wall of the mausoleum, and falling into the endless wilderness below.

Russell looked at the disappearing crimson moonlight and couldn't help but sigh: "'Hidden Sage'. He is so strong?"

While speaking, he raised his hand forward and easily tore apart the giant black cocoon covering Bernadette, returning it to the most ordinary shadow and sinking to the ground.

Bernadette looked at the figure in front of her who could already see the outline of his former appearance, her eyes suddenly moistened, and she murmured in a low voice: "Father."

"Ahem!" Renekton coughed twice, interrupting their affectionate gaze. Under Russell's unhappy eyes, he calmly said:

"This place cannot last long. This state is also a great burden for me. Once this mausoleum returns to reality, you will be contaminated by the breath and power of the 'primordial moon'."

"If you want to express some emotions to each other, my suggestion is to find something in the path of the 'Black Emperor', and then peel off part of your own consciousness and parasitize it."

"In other words, will I ever experience the same pain just now?" Even if there was only a dark figure left, Russell's grinning expression could be seen.

"Maybe more than once. You are like a dried salted fish now. No matter how many times you wash it, it still has the smell."

"Unless you can get the 'True Creator' to personally help you strip away the madness and depravity, let it become your dark side, and then kill it and bury the pollution left behind by the 'Original Moon' deep underground."

Russell said in a disdainful tone: "Oh, that's a lunatic. If you let a mental patient help me treat you, are you sure you won't make me a mental patient?"

"The condition of the 'True Creator' is improving, and He has also separated an existence called Sasriel from his body."

Bernadette reminded her old father who had been offline for too long, and then gave a general explanation of the current situation.

Russell, who was left with only a dark figure, rubbed his chin in thought, and remained silent for a long time before speaking:

"Who are you going to find to withdraw the miracle? There are not many 'miracle masters' in existence, and those guys are better at hiding than the last, and they are extremely cowardly."

Renekton twitched his lips and said calmly:

"Crazy Zaratul, the dark night will eventually release him. I can go to him naturally and ask him for a few 'miracles' as reward. Now he will not refuse, and there is no way to refuse. "

"Hey, take advantage of the situation." Russell sneered.

The misty starlight flowing quietly in the main hall of the mausoleum suddenly began to shake, as if it would collapse at any time.

Renekton raised his hand slightly, temporarily stabilizing the surrounding starlight, and said at the same time:

"When you've reached your limit, you can peel off part of your consciousness and seal it, and the rest can go back to sleep."

Russell sighed softly and said, "Take off a piece of the gem from your glove and give it to me."

"No, this is mine." Before Renekton could answer, the mechanical glove on his hand refused.

Russell put his hand on his forehead and said helplessly:

"Lend it to me first. After leaving here, I will find a new 'Fallen Earl' characteristic for you."

The mechanical glove immediately started bargaining: "Three copies! And it must be in the order of 'Prophet', 'Darkless One', 'Disaster Priest', and 'Fallen Earl'."

"You are taking advantage of the situation!" Russell glared at Renekton, took a deep breath, and then softened his tone and said, "Okay."

On Renekton's right hand, the immature mechanical voice of the mechanical glove sounded again: "Well, you need to swear to my Lord!"

Russell took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said:

"I am the True God of Sequence 0. Even if I am in despair now, I will not lie to you with a small glove."

"Okay." The mechanical glove turned the internal parts reluctantly, making a clicking sound. Soon, the dark red gem inlaid on the back of the hand spontaneously fell down.

Ding ~ Ding ~

The dark red gem fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

Russell's figure stretched his hand forward, and the position of the dark red gem was distorted and appeared directly in his hand.

The jet-black image flows like water waves and merges into the interior of the dark red gemstone little by little, reflecting an incongruous pattern composed of a twisted clock, crown and wings.

After doing all this, the pitch-black figure became much thinner and more transparent. He handed the dark ruby ​​​​in his hand to Bernadette, and said with a smile that was hard to see:

"Okay, it's time for you to leave."

As his words fell, the entire mausoleum felt an illusory falling feeling, quickly breaking away from the starlight and returning to the original island in reality.

Click!Click!

The crisp sound of tearing echoed in his ears. Following the sound, Renekton looked up and saw cracks appearing on Roselle's pitch-black figure, with crimson moonlight peeking out bit by bit.

Russell looked at Bernadette in front of him and said softly: "Seal me."

Bernadette nodded slightly without saying a word, and the invisible servant who appeared behind him took the pale mask with shining metallic luster.

This mask only has holes for the eyes, and there are no gaps in the rest of it.

Russell stood there cooperatively and let Bernadette put the "Pale Death" on his face.

The pale mask with shimmering metallic luster materialized into an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol. The moment this symbol appeared, the surrounding objects began to weather, as fast as if they had experienced tens of thousands of years in just one or two seconds. wash away.

The aura of the thin and dark figure quickly dropped, and the crimson light from the cracks became dim. He stumbled back to sit on the golden throne behind him, and tiny white hairs continued to grow between the cracks.

In just the blink of an eye, these fluffs grew into white feathers, and the surface seemed to be soaked in light yellow oil.

This made Russell's aura decay faster, as if he was sprinting towards the end of death.

Its color faded significantly, its movements became slower and slower, and it gradually turned into a transparent and erratic shadow mixed with crimson.

Before the figure completely disappeared, Russell said to Bernadette in a low voice:

"Don't feel sad for me, I will appear next to you in another identity soon."

Soon, his figure disappeared completely, and the extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol floating in the air turned back into a pale mask with shining metallic luster and fell to the ground.

After Bernadette took back "Pale Death" and handed it over to the invisible servant to put it away, she turned her head and looked at Renekton aside, remaining silent and not speaking.

The latter chuckled lightly and said in a calm voice:

"You leave this island first. I want to create some high-level pollution here to fight against the pollution left behind by the 'primordial moon'. If you only rely on the seal formed by that mask, it won't be long before he will be polluted again." ”

"That's not right. The moment he returned to this island, he was already re-contaminated."

"'Dawn' is near the reef waters outside the island."

Bernadette nodded slightly, and as her words fell, her figure instantly faded, disintegrating into streams of complex and pure knowledge, flowing out of the mausoleum like a torrent.

Renekton withdrew his gaze and walked a few steps to the edge of the high golden throne. A transparent and blurry humanoid outline faintly emerged on the golden throne. There was an illusive and majestic murmur in his ears. .

"You're a bit noisy."

Renekton commented lightly. While speaking, his right hand wearing a mechanical glove stretched out, penetrated the transparent and blurry humanoid outline, and carved a pair of cold eyes with countless bright stars in their mouths on the gold seat. Indifferent, eyelashless eyes.

The aura of the "Hidden Sage" instantly descended on this hall. In the surrounding shadows and in the gaps between the boulders, cold, crazy and evil eyes seemed to appear.

This majestic mausoleum made of huge rocks was instantly filled with the atmosphere of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster.

Renekton held the Hermit Card in his other hand and tapped his forehead twice, causing bits of stardust to fall from his body.

In a daze, there was an illusory wind sound all around, accompanied by vague figures, vague moans and prayers.

The next moment, all the strange images around him disappeared, and the transparent and blurry humanoid outline on the golden seat also disappeared, as if everything that appeared before was just an illusion.

Renekton remained silent for two seconds. After confirming that there were no other accidents, he turned and walked towards the exit of the mausoleum.

As he took steps, his body disintegrated little by little, turning into torrents of pure and complex information, rushing outward.

On the sea outside the primitive island, the "Dawn" with its ancient and mysterious color is parked quietly on the sea.

A hazy light that was difficult to observe with the naked eye emerged from the island, and appeared on the "Dawn" in an instant. A torrent of information poured into the captain's cabin of the upper cabin, and the complex and pure knowledge was quickly reorganized into Renekton's figure.

Bernadette was already sitting at the desk in the captain's cabin. On the table in front of her were two cups of steaming coffee and a dark red gem the size of a fingernail.