Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Behind Amon, a light composed of countless vast and pure knowledge emerged from nothingness and quickly reconstructed the figure of Renekton.

Renekton stood beside Amon and chuckled:

"The stage play has reached its final act, don't you want to go and see it?"

"If I say no, will you let me go and look for Pales who's hiding nearby?"

While speaking, Amon tossed the crystal monocle in his hand twice. There were still two tiny cracks on the lens that had not been repaired.

Renekton shook his head slowly and said:

"Even if you get the last 'Time Worm' feature, you don't have a replacement godhood ritual right now. There's no need to be so anxious."

After a pause of one second, he continued:

"The 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' is still watching, but the 'Storm' and the 'Sun' will definitely prevent the true Creator from coming."

"Without your help, this ceremony will hardly succeed. Your father will be pushed back into prison the moment he steps out of it."

"He is not my father yet." Amon said calmly.

While speaking, Amon stretched out his hand and pulled out a Time Worm from somewhere, a Time Worm with twelve transparent segments, a Time Worm that had lost its characteristics!

The moment he saw the Time Worm, Renekton's head seemed to be hit, and some memories that he had long forgotten reappeared.

As if noticing Renekton's reaction, Amon turned around with a slightly malicious smile and said word by word:

"It seems that you still remember that the Time Worm that has lost its characteristics is not the same as me. Sometimes, it can produce unexpected effects."

"For example, now I already know that Pales is parasitic on the Night Watcher of the Night, and he just recited the honorific name of the 'Fool'."

"It's a pity that this time worm that has lost its characteristics can only passively accept the information I preset in advance. Otherwise, I think I have a chance to find the 'Fool' together. Don't you think so?"

After two seconds of silence, Renekton nodded calmly and said:

"If it looks like a living Time Worm, then it would be fine. Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately, if you lose your characteristics, you will naturally lose the nature of being alive."

Amon chuckled and added what Renekton hadn't finished saying.

In the sky covered by dusk, the orange sunset suddenly rose against the sky, turning golden and scorching little by little. The pure and magnificent sunlight dispelled the dusk and occupied half of the sky.

The other half of the sky was covered by layers of dark clouds, and silver-white electric currents filled with the aura of destruction were running rampant in the clouds.

"Tsk, those two are starting to get anxious too."

With a low sigh, Amon's figure disappeared from the spot where he came from. The next second, he appeared on the roof at the end of the field of vision, and then disappeared again.

Renekton's body instantly became illusory, breaking into streams of information that followed closely behind Amon.

On the outskirts of Port Berens, Klein nervously stared at the figure that had just passed by, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, he can't see us."

A slightly old but very warm voice echoed in Klein's ears.

He turned his head in surprise and saw an old man with dark golden hair and beard and very smooth skin without a single wrinkle. He had no idea when the other person appeared here, but it seemed like he had been here for some time.

Not sensing any ill will from this strange old man, Klein took a deep breath and nodded hesitantly:

"you are?"

The old man with dark gold hair and beard nodded in response and said in a calm tone:

"Nice to meet you again. You can call me Erihog, or my other name, Angerwede."

After a moment of shock, Klein reacted immediately, took off the half-high silk hat on his head, pressed it to his chest and saluted:

"I'm sorry, it's the first time I saw you in human form, and I didn't recognize you at first."

After squatting for a while, he added: "0-08 has been taken away."

Erehog nodded slightly without answering Klein's words. He walked straight towards Ince Zangwill's body.

During this process, tall gray stone pillars stood up around, and ancient temple-like buildings rose from the ground. In the blink of an eye, the "City of Miracles" Liveseyde was reflected from the spiritual world into reality.

"Witnessed by many 'audiences', Klein Moretti completed a magnificent drama, directed a wonderful murder, and completed a revenge for his past. Through this performance, he completely digested his own magic potion and had extra energy to try to get promoted at the end!"

Sentences that were more like chants came out of Erihog's mouth. He spoke the language of dragons, but under the influence of Liveseyd, everyone present could understand him. Everyone turned their eyes to Klein.

Gulp~ Swallowing subconsciously, Klein finally understood why Renekton asked him to prepare the potion ingredients in advance. Was this something he had foreseen? Or was it something he or they had planned?

As his thoughts floated, the materials that had been prepared long ago flew out from Klein's coat. There were golden vines, strange black eyes, and ugly rubber masks. Under the guidance of the spirit, they gathered and merged one by one, and finally turned into a gray liquid, which was spontaneously poured into the glass bottle.

Klein reached out and grasped the transparent glass bottle filled with potion. His eyes lingered on the floating bubbles. There seemed to be a curled-up, translucent worm in each bubble.

This time, Klein did not throw a gold coin for divination. His spiritual intuition was already able to grasp the amount of various materials very well, and instead of simple divination, he relied directly on intuition to get the answer.

Goo!Goo!

Klein tilted his head back slightly as the cold potion slid down his throat, bringing a slight numbness that went straight into his soul. Before it slid down his esophagus into his stomach, the potion was completely absorbed by his body.

His caution was inexplicably heightened, as if he had suddenly ascended to a high altitude, looking down at the place where he had accomplished his revenge.

Leonard stood not far away, looking at Klein with a complicated expression. For some reason, he felt that the distance between him and his former colleague was growing farther and farther.

Perhaps from the moment he came back to life, we were already heading in different directions.

"Why, are you envious of the other person who has made progress towards becoming a demigod in such a short time?"

“If you had not wasted so much time and had worked harder on your acting and digesting the potion, you would now be a Sequence 5 Beyonder ready to be promoted to a demigod. Before becoming a demigod, digesting the potion and acting were not difficult.”

Pales' voice suddenly echoed in Leonard's mind, with a hint of sigh and some sarcasm towards Leonard.

Without waiting for Leonard to explain, he sighed to himself:

"Angelweed has indeed revived. When everyone thought that 0-08 and Liveseyd were the means of his resurrection, they didn't expect that one of the only three remaining ancient dragons had actually awakened himself."

Leonard turned his head to look at the blond old man with his back to him. As his thoughts wandered, he suddenly saw the old man who called himself Eri Hogg smiling at him.

Leonard shook his head in surprise, and when he looked over again, he found that the old man who seemed to be the resurrected ancient god of the Second Era still had his back to him.

After a brief thought, he put this question behind him, tilted his head slightly, and whispered:

"Old man, you woke up right after the battle. Did you do that on purpose?"

Pales snorted unhappily and said:

"I'm not that bored. I just found Amon's trace. He may have noticed me."

Leonard's expression froze on his face. He swallowed and said hesitantly:

"Didn't old Mr. Airehog say that He can't see us?"

"Earlier, but He has already left. Amon probably has no intention of taking back the last bit of the 'Worm of Time' now."

"This is an unavoidable problem. As time goes by, whether by coincidence or necessity, I will eventually be discovered by Amon."

As he spoke, Pales' voice gradually faded away. After a sad sigh, Leonard could no longer hear any sound.

"Old man, old man?"

He lowered his voice and called out twice more, but received no response from Pales.

The rumbling sound of falling tears interrupted his thoughts. Leonard looked up in surprise and saw countless silver-white lightning bolts falling like a rainstorm at the end of the sky, dyeing half of the sky white.

"The 'Dragon of Wisdom' always seems to be unpredictable. No one knows what he is thinking."

While sighing, Erihog turned his head to look at Leonard, and asked with a smile in his eyes:

"Do you think He has really given up this fight?"

"Ah, are you asking me?" Leonard hesitated and pointed a finger at himself.

Erihog chuckled and shook his head, looking into the distance, taking in the violent lightning, the scorching sun, and the dark, sticky "ocean" filled with the breath of decadence.

Adam, dressed in a simple white robe, stood calmly above the dark and corrupt "ocean". In his right hand, he held a silver cross pendant, and in his left hand, he held a gray-white slate engraved with extremely discordant ancient patterns, which exuded a solemn and heavy atmosphere.

The light golden beard on his face that covered the lower half of his face swayed slightly in the violent airflow, and his light golden eyes, as clear and pure as a baby's, reflected a deep and dark ocean, an ocean of collective subconsciousness formed by the convergence and interweaving of the consciousness of countless living beings!

Every drop of water there is like a ray of light and shadow, seeming to represent a point of consciousness and an imprint.

Silently, all the silver-white lightning falling from the sky disappeared. Adam twisted them along with the surrounding space to some unknown place.