Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton glanced at Danitz, who was still sleeping, calmly and said in a calm voice:

"It's not a deep-level parasite. Let him pray to Mr. Fool and perform the corresponding ritual to purify the Amon in him."

Anderson nodded and wanted to say something when he saw Renekton take out a strange crown covered with rust and blood from somewhere. His heartbeat suddenly quickened and his eyes could not move away from the crown.

Gulp! The sound of swallowing saliva came from his throat.

Noticing Anderson's performance, Renekton chuckled and explained:

"This is the Conqueror trait, Sequence 1 of the Hunter pathway."

"If you can help others kill Ince Zangwill and rescue the people of this city as much as possible, I can ask Medici to separate a set of 'Iron Knight' extraordinary characteristics as your reward."

As he spoke, bits of starlight overflowed from between his fingers, rapidly gathering and flowing, tearing out an eye-shaped gap in mid-air that connected to a certain area in the spirit world.

He threw the strange crown covered with rust and blood into the spirit world through the gap and was caught by a white arm.

Anderson followed the arm and saw clearly the appearance of the person who took over the "Conqueror" characteristics.

He was wearing a simple and plain linen robe. He was tall and thin, with soft features and a beautiful face. His silver hair was long to his vest. Behind him were layers of pure and illusory wings formed by rays of light.

Anderson's eyes met the other person's across the reality and the spiritual world. He shuddered subconsciously. He saw indifference and alienation in the other person's eyes, as if he was watching the fate and everyone in the world as a bystander.

The gap torn by the starlight quickly disappeared. Anderson turned his head to look at Renekton, opened his mouth, and murmured:

"he is?"

"'Tail-Eater' Ouroleus."

Renekton responded calmly, and his body instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made up of countless starlight.

The statue shattered at once, and bright starlight surged and penetrated into Danitz's body.

The next second, a huge, ancient, mottled shadow appeared above Danitz's 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.

As the shadow of the wall clock emerged, bits of bright starlight were reflected. They moved quickly along the surface of the wall clock, outlining mysterious symbols and cold and indifferent eyes.

"Danis's body has become their battlefield."

Anderson murmured something subconsciously, and quickly came to his senses. He clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and prayed to Mr. Fool in ancient Hermetic language:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

In the Pas River Valley, a bright red full moon slowly emerged in the sky accompanied by the sound of a baby crying. The sky, which was originally at dusk, was instantly replaced by darkness. The spirituality around began to grow wildly, and the effects of inspiration and death were intensified.

Under the crimson moonlight, all living creatures were gradually becoming mad, with all kinds of twisted and dark thoughts growing from the bottom of their hearts. Some died suddenly, some underwent abnormal changes, some suddenly went mad and attacked others.

In this situation, the feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness quickly spread through the air, as if the entire Pas River Valley was shrouded in a curse.

At the same time, a pair of broad arms suddenly stretched out from the spirit world and inserted straight into the ground. The surface of the arms was covered with a layer of dark sticky liquid, which seemed to be flowing with evil liquid and quickly spread around, eroding the void, interfering with the overlap of reality and the spirit world, and isolating the Pas River Valley in a mystical sense.

In the Red Rose Church located on the coast of the underworld, a faint sigh sounded out of nowhere, and the surrounding shadows and darkness instantly came alive, pouring out like a tide, spreading rapidly in all directions, covering the people and objects that were cursed.

The shadow quickly slid away, and Sasriel's figure stood quietly in mid-air. Layers of black wings hung down from behind him, covering most of his body, just like an angel walking out of a mural.

Under his feet, shadows squirmed rapidly, forming strange, uncontrollable independent creatures. They were a combination of the corrupt thoughts and shadows bred in the hearts of the people around him by the curse.

These fallen creatures quickly disintegrated upon their appearance, transforming into a dark, sticky "ocean" filled with the aura of corruption, which in turn infected the surrounding dark and sticky atmosphere that seemed to be flowing with an evil liquid.

At the same time, a beautiful female figure emerged from the shadows beside Sasriel.

Her hair was black and shiny, tied up in a high bun, her ears were slightly pointed, her facial features were delicate, and her brown eyes were a little dull and lifeless, without any sense of spirituality.

It is the soul of the "Queen of Disaster" Cosinamu that was being herded.

With the appearance of Gao Xinam, thick dark clouds gathered in the sky in the blink of an eye, covering most of the light of the red moon.

Silver-white electric snakes leaped out one after another, carrying a violent and destructive aura so strong that it seemed tangible, and densely slashed towards the pair of broad arms that were inserted into the ground, covering an area of ​​several hundred meters in a thunder forest, as if a natural disaster had come.

These electric lights penetrated the barrier between the real world and the spiritual world, completely covering a huge evil rag doll with blood-red eyes, countless mysterious patterns engraved on its body, and entangled in evil vines, trying to destroy it directly.

In the city of Innis outside the lightning storm, an old man wearing a simple linen robe, with blood-red eyes, dark blue hair at the roots and gray hair at the top, deep facial features and no wrinkles on his face, quietly walked out of the bay window.

His body was translucent, like a spiritual creature like a ghost. His bright red eyes were extremely cold and without any emotion.

In his hand was a fist-sized crystal ball that was as red as blood. The surface of the crystal ball was engraved with many ancient and mysterious patterns. When viewed from different directions, different arcs could be seen, just like the moon at different times.

The second angel of the Rose School's Indulgence Faction, the "King of Curses" Barranca!

When no one was paying attention, he had quietly sneaked into the Pass River Valley.

The crimson moonlight burst out from the crystal ball in Balanca's hand and quickly enveloped the entire city, as if it had entered a night of blood moon.

Before we knew it, the city became extremely quiet, even the chirping of insects disappeared.

The old man walking slowly in the city had a gradually cold and distorted expression, and the madness and brutality in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

His figure quickly faded and disappeared, and reappeared in less than a second.

"A dream you can't escape from"

As he murmured, a tall figure nearly two meters and thirty meters tall emerged from the shadows at the end of the street.

He had a slightly hunched back, completely white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars around his mouth, and was wearing a dark clergy robe. His dark brown eyes were deep and calm, and he looked like a rather old priest or bishop.

The old priest with giant blood was in the shadows, looking at the old man shrouded in moonlight across the street, and said in a calm voice:

“I am the angel of the Word of the Lord, charged with patrolling the Lord’s pastures.”

"You despicable intruder, this is the dream I have woven for you. It is also the battlefield and grave I have chosen for you."

"Humph! The faith here belongs only to the 'Mother Tree'."

Balanca snorted coldly, and before he could finish his words, he felt something strange in his dream. His connection with the outside world was completely cut off, and he was completely trapped in this dream.

In just a moment, Balanca reacted and looked gloomily at the "Filthy Elder" Steve who had placed him in the shadow.

"Elder of Dirty Words", I am also herding the souls of the "audience" saints, otherwise I would not be so careless. The thought flashed through his mind, and Balanca raised the scarlet crystal ball in his hand. The scarlet moonlight interacted as if it were real, stretching out an illusory and hazy door out of thin air, engraved with many mysterious symbols.

The next moment, countless starlight fell around, surging like raging waves, closing this illusory "Gate of Summoning".

Stiver's eyes instantly turned pale gold and upright, and violent wind sounds continued to emerge around him, seeming to come from reality, but also as if they came from illusion.

The sound of the wind, carrying some crazy and chaotic will, blew towards Balanca, tearing his body, shocking his mind and spirit, and causing him to briefly fall into a state of uncontrollable self-control, standing still trembling all over.

The starlight hanging in the sky also quickly condensed at this time, forming heavy, sharp, and destructive spears. They fell quickly and pierced into various parts of Balanca's body, piercing and tearing his body apart.

The body of Balanca, which was pierced by the starlight spear, instantly became ethereal, stained with the crimson of moonlight, and disintegrated into pieces of red phosphorus, dissipating in the air.

In the upper reaches of the Pas River Valley, near the Harvest Plains, in the city of Tok, a young man with long chestnut hair, blue eyes, tall stature and handsome features was walking on the street with an unusually calm expression.

He looked deeply into the distance, towards the lower reaches of the Pas River Valley, towards India and Uttar Pradesh.

At a certain moment, he suddenly stopped and looked calmly at the green vines hanging around him, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Green vines covered the surroundings like a rainstorm. They entwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest isolated from the real space.

Bernadette's figure appeared on a swing hanging in the air. She was sitting on it with her legs crossed, looking down at Bonova who suddenly appeared in the southern continent.