Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 598: Their respective allies

The Red Angel Ghost looked at Renekton with a mocking look in his eyes and said in a contemptuous tone:

"Little brat, do you want to change opponents with me? Let me, your uncle, teach that little crow a lesson and avenge you."

"Okay." Renekton chuckled and nodded.

While speaking, he gently rubbed the wall of the Wishing Lamp with his right hand and said lightly:

"Gather all the Amons in the city, including those in the nearby spiritual world. No, gather all the Amons within your ability."

"Don't embarrass yourself like you did just now, letting Amon easily modify the influence you exerted."

Golden water flowed out from the spout of the wishing lamp and quickly gathered into a golden figure full of distortion and chaos.

The Lamp God looked at Renekton calmly and said in a deep voice:

“That’s the second wish.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint golden light suddenly burst out from the body of the Lamp God, distorting the surrounding rules.

Silently, many figures appeared on the square, including pigeons, crows or seagulls hovering in the air, tiny ants and flies, humans wearing postman and sailor clothes, and even lifeless leaves and dust in the air.

The figures of the Amons filled the entire open-air square, as if the genie had pulled all the things parasitized by the Amons across the entire Uttar Pradesh over here.

After doing all this, the figure of the genie became much dimmer. He didn't say anything else and simply retracted the wishing lamp, as if this move had consumed too much of his strength.

"Hehe, this is the dignity of a lamp god. I feel like the whole of West Balam's Amon is here."

Renekton sighed softly. If Amon had not cheated the Genie of Lamp's wish before, the Genie of Lamp would not have worked so hard to pull all the Amons here, and would not even agree to give Renekton a second wish now.

He quickly glanced at the crowd and saw Danitz in the corner putting a monocle on himself.

All the people and objects parasitized by Amon raised their heads in unison, took off the monocle on their right eye, held it in their palms, and recited something in a low voice.

Soon, streams of light emerged from their bodies and poured into the body of Amon in the Church of Bones.

The evil spirit of Medici Soren Einhorn turned his head to look at Renekton and said in a strange tone:

"You don't have any weird quirks, do you? You actually took the initiative to increase the power that the little crow can use."

The two long scars on his cheeks split open, as if two extra mouths had grown out, and they spoke one after the other:

"With so many characteristics gathered together, the Amon clones here have already reached the level of Sequence 2. There is no need for us to confront them head-on."

"For us, the most important thing is to fully master this 'Conqueror' characteristic."

Medici sneered disdainfully:

"Hey, you two cowards. You've been killed by them once, so you're scared and have a psychological trauma?"

Soran and Einhorn's consciousness roared in retort at the same time:

“Shut up!” “Shut up!”

"If we die again, we won't even have the chance to be evil spirits."

This kind of mentally unstable guy is like a time bomb when facing Adam, the kind that may explode his own people at any time. Renekton glanced coldly at the Red Angel evil spirits who were caught in civil strife, and then looked at Adam and Amon who walked out of the Church of Bones.

Amon, who had recovered all the characteristics and raised the strength of this clone to the second level, smiled and walked in front of Renekton. He raised his hand and pinched the monocle on his right eye, and smiled softly:

"You actually brought all my clones here. Who are you worried about me discovering? Pales? Or the 'Fool'?"

Renekton ignored Amon's words. He could clearly feel that the "mental plague" in his body was about to break out.

A long, pure silver river spread out from under Ouroboros' feet. It did not connect from beginning to end, but kept rushing forward, faster and faster, more and more violently.

The ethereal sound of flowing water echoed in Renekton's ears, interrupting his chaotic thoughts, calming his mind little by little, and gradually restoring his mind to sanity.

Only then did he realize that his ability to transform his body into an information state had been stolen by Amon.

Under Renekton's gaze, Amon's body gradually became ethereal and disintegrated into streams of information, surging and spreading in all directions.

Before these rushing information flows had gone far away, they returned along the path they had just taken and restored Amon's figure.

The silver river under Ouroboros' feet suddenly converged into a circle, starting a cycle of fate.

Renekton seized the opportunity and stretched forward his right hand wearing the mechanical glove. A dim, unclear, and colorless light burst out from the bronze glove, as if it was composed of a vast amount of imaginary things.

These lights float slowly around, forming spots of light that seem light but give people an extremely heavy feeling.

Floating on the light spots are images of humans discovering fire, walking out of caves, building houses, smelting steel, and making tools. They carry the years and history, the civilization of human society, and are fragments of civilization.

These fragments of civilization floated in the square, forming an extremely heavy historical picture scroll, wrapping up Amon and himself.

Amon once again transformed into a torrent of information, surging in all directions, but he was still unable to leave this historical picture scroll with mottled light and shadow.

Outside the historical picture scroll, the Red Angel Evil Spirit fell into a serious self-contradiction and had lost its ability to fight. Only Ouroboros and Erihog were left to restrain Adam.

The battle in the spiritual world came to an end quickly. Even with the good luck given by Ouroboros and the power borrowed from his former kingdom of God, Liveseyd, Erichawk was still quickly defeated by Adam.

The Ancient Sun God was his unforgettable nightmare and also a flaw in his soul. In the dream battlefield constructed by Adam, he was defeated by the Ancient Sun God again, but the blessing of Ouroboros allowed him to escape from the dream world in time.

After the battle in the spiritual world ended, Adam looked at Ouroboros with a warm expression and said calmly:

"You can now bring Medici back to the true Creator, and use the authority of 'Fallen' to restore his state."

Ouroboros calmly shook his head without saying anything, rejecting Adam's proposal.

The next second, his expression became painful and hideous, his eyes turned bright red as blood, and dense silver scales emerged on his exposed skin, reflecting many mysterious and ancient patterns, which were connected to form circles.

Countless negative, extreme emotions and thoughts grew in his heart, constantly attacking his psychological defenses, making him want to destroy everything around him and tear apart his own flesh and soul.

While Adam was speaking, he used his virtual personality to sneak into the spiritual world around Ouroboros, setting off a "spiritual storm", destroying his mental barrier and stimulating the seeds of the "spiritual plague" that had been planted before.

The "Psychic Storm" forced Erihog out of the spiritual world, and the giant dragon's body as big as a hill stood out in the sky above Port Berens.

The three-dimensional symbols on the dragon's scales became chaotic, and the pale gold vertical pupils became turbid, as if filled with all kinds of extreme emotions and desires.

Silently, the entire city was covered with a layer of black fog that was as thick as a sticky liquid, as if it was the embodiment of all the dark, negative emotions and desires in people's hearts.

Scarlet bubbles that looked like blood kept rolling out of the thick black fog. These bubbles kept bursting, splashing circles of scarlet ripples around, causing anger, sadness, pain, greed, vanity, arrogance, depression and other emotions and desires to rise uncontrollably in people's hearts.

Endless black fog surged from top to bottom, instantly submerging the entire Port of Berens and dragging all living beings here into the abyss of desire.

Various emotions and desires intertwined and mutated in the black fog. Demons with huge curved goat horns on their heads, a pair of membrane-covered wings behind their backs, and red and light blue flames on their bodies grew out of thin air.

They are not real demons, but manifestations of extreme desires and emotions. However, to some extent, they are more dangerous than demons. Their extreme desires and emotions are highly contagious. For angels whose mental state is already not good, this kind of demon is very dangerous.

In mid-air, a dark and sticky liquid that condensed all kinds of emotions and desires continued to seep out from between the gray and white scales on the body of Erihog, who maintained the posture of a giant dragon.

As the negative emotions and desires growing in his heart were drawn out, the dragon's pale golden vertical pupils quickly regained clarity, and as his huge membrane-covered wings flapped, he entered the spiritual world again.

In the ocean of collective subconsciousness, the "spiritual storm" swept through again, the surrounding "celestial phenomena" changed rapidly, the spiritual perception of the surroundings was strongly disturbed, and Erihog was confined to the spot, unable to leave the battlefield to retrieve 0-08.

On the ground, Ouroboros slowly straightened up, and as the silver-white light floated, the sticky liquid that adhered to the surface of his body spontaneously dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound of an object being corroded and emitting wisps of black smoke.

With a loud crash, the ground around the square was violently torn apart from the inside, and python-like black tentacles quickly grew out of the dark cracks.

These tentacles purposefully entangled with the demons that were derived from extreme emotions and desires, continuously spreading upwards and probing into the thick and dense black fog in the sky.

There is an eye at the tip of each tentacle, which may be closed or open. Anything they see will instantly turn into gray stone.

The demons that were entangled by the tentacles twisted themselves up, with human limbs and heads extending from their bodies, turning into women of varying sizes, some very good-looking.

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