Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the library deep in the spiritual world, streams of information poured out from the outside, and countless complex and pure knowledge gathered here to reconstruct Renekton's body.

As soon as he appeared, he threw the gray-white book with many abstract and distorted patterns on it to Mr. Huang, who was sitting on a bench and drinking tea leisurely.

The gray-white book did not fall into Mr. Huang's hands, but turned spontaneously in the air and flew to a bookshelf nearby, where it was placed together with a pile of blank books without covers and contents. In just a moment, contents began to emerge from those blank books.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Mr. Huang looked at Renekton leisurely and said softly:

"Are you curious about why I didn't stop Adam after I saw through his plan, and even cooperated with him to deceive the gods?"

Without waiting for Renekton to answer, he continued to speak to himself:

"Whether it's the fusion of Adam and the true Creator, or the true Creator walking out of the God-forsaken Land, this is something that is bound to happen. It doesn't make much difference if it happens sooner or later."

"Compared to Adam, the incarnation of divinity, I hope that the real Creator will take the leading position. He who has returned to his integrity needs to fight against his extreme emotions and the madness that he has accumulated over the years. This will prevent him from having too much energy to intervene in the affairs of the northern and southern continents."

"The Sun also understood this, so He did not descend directly like an impulsive Tyrant, but exerted influence in the astral realm."

"Because of his special authority, even if Adam fails, He can still leave calmly. Neither the 'Sun' nor the 'Tyrant' has authority related to the spiritual realm, so it is difficult for them to keep Him."

"Moreover, you still have water from the 'River of Eternal Darkness'. If the one who descended upon the earth at that time was not the 'Tyrant' who could electro-magnetize himself at the speed of light, but the arrogant 'Sun', He would have been quietly polluted by you."

"Pride is sometimes a weakness that can be easily exploited."

Renekton listened calmly and nodded slightly. Just as he thought, as the most "intelligent" dragon, the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" had already seen through all the plans and chose the most advantageous aspect for himself.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Huang spoke again:

"The conflict between the gods will soon be reflected in reality and erupt in the form of a war. This is a war that will truly sweep across the southern and northern continents. At least five of the seven gods will die, or even all of them."

"The last time it was this lively was during the Pale Age when the Hades was at his most powerful."

Renekton nodded slightly and said with some emotion:

"The end of an era is always accompanied by war and disaster, especially when this may be the last era."

With a sigh, Mr. Huang changed the subject and pulled out a book about war and conflict from the round table next to him. He tapped the crimson leather cover twice with his right index finger and said:

"Please help me meet Medici. I am very curious about his current attitude and position. If it is appropriate, you can pass on the information of 0-01 to him."

"0-01?" Renekton asked in surprise.

Unexpectedly, the seal numbered 0-01 is in the Church of Knowledge, and it seems to be related to the "Hunter" path. When the whereabouts of the three sequences and one characteristic are clear, it can only be the uniqueness of the "Red Priest".

As his thoughts drifted, Mr. Huang's gentle and calm words continued to echo in his ears:

"It's called the Blood Flag of Salinger. It evolved from the uniqueness of the Red Priest pathway. It witnessed the fall of two true gods and was also affected by the River of Eternal Darkness. It has become extremely dangerous. Even angels find it difficult to approach it without the correct method."

"It is sealed in the underground mausoleum of Morola, a city isolated from reality."

"No problem. I also have something to ask Medici." Renekton nodded slightly and responded.

Seeing that Mr. Huang had no intention of continuing to speak, he turned around and walked towards the back. During this process, his body became illusory and disintegrated bit by bit, turning into huge and pure streams of information, flowing away into the depths of the spiritual world.

Above the gray fog, after recovering a little from his calm state of having no desires or requests, Klein came directly above the gray fog.

After a quick look around, he spread out his spirituality and touched the crimson star representing Anderson. The crimson light surged and spread out like a tide, condensing into the image and sound of Anderson bowing his head in prayer.

Listening to the information Anderson conveyed to him through prayer, and combining it with his own understanding and speculation, Klein finally knew what happened at that time.

While Anderson was praying, he relied on the special power above the gray fog to carefully observe Anderson, and only after confirming through divination that there was no remaining danger on the other party did he breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he just happened to hear Anderson mention Danitz:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have a friend who has been parasitized by Amon, but it is only a shallow level of parasitism. May I ask if I can get your help? What is the price?"

After a moment of silence, Klein leaned back in his chair and spoke leisurely:

"Let him recite my name and perform this ceremony."

While speaking, he extended his right hand slightly forward and threw the improved version of the secret ceremony process held by the Little Sun into the crimson star representing Anderson.

After Anderson finished praying, Klein sighed and said:

"Everyone is a character on the stage who pushes the plot forward, either openly or secretly. Whether they like it or not, things will always go in the predetermined direction under various arrangements and coincidences. Is this the horror of the 'audience' path to the King of Angels? Even the gods are written into the script."

As he sighed, he once again spread his spirituality and touched the newly appeared crimson star that represented Leonard!

In the guest room of the manor, Leonard was quietly listening to Pales's chatter. Suddenly, thick gray fog surged in front of his eyes, and deep red light surged like a tide, drowning all his vision.

By the time he reacted, the scene before his eyes was no longer the guest room of the manor. Surrounding it were towering stone pillars, standing above the boundless gray-white mist, together supporting this magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence.

After being stunned for a second, Leonard finally reacted and found that he had sat down at the side of an old, mottled bronze table without knowing when. Beside and opposite him were high-backed chairs that gave people a sense of majesty and solemnity.

At the top of the mottled long table, a figure was obscured by thick gray fog, making it difficult to see clearly, like an abyss of the sea with no bottom to see, or a towering mountain with no top to see. One could only feel by intuition that the other person seemed to be leisurely looking down at everything in the world.

As thoughts flashed through his mind, Leonard had a rough idea of ​​his situation. He had previously recited the name of the "Fool" when he was seeking revenge against Ince Zangwill.

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became serious, and he subconsciously stood up from his seat to worship and praise this great being who had helped him.

As soon as he moved, he was held down by an invisible force and pressed back. A calm and leisurely voice echoed in his ears:

"Don't bother, I don't care about that."

"You can call me Mr. Fool."

As expected, I was brought here so easily from under the old man's nose. This was definitely not something that other angels at the same level as the old man could do. Leonard kept distracting his thoughts to hide his nervousness.

After two seconds of silence, he stood up from his seat, turned sideways and bowed to the figure at the head of the mottled long table.

"Dear Mr. Fool, why did you summon me?"

Klein chuckled in the gray fog. Seeing the familiar person's performance in front of him made him more relaxed, and even his own condition improved a little.

He looked at Leonard, who appeared to be extremely sincere, and chuckled:

"I follow the principle of equal exchange. Since you asked me for help and received my response, you naturally need to pay some price."

Price, at this time, it doesn't sound like a good word. Leonard's body trembled unconsciously, and he lowered his head and said:

"What do you want?"

After a short interval, the voice of The Fool came from the gray fog and echoed in his ears:

"Hehe, you can relax a little. The price you need to pay is not urgent for now. Maybe in the future, I will let you do something to provide some help to certain people."

"Sit down."

Leonard slowly breathed a sigh of relief. It was just to do something and provide some help, not to ask for his soul.

As his thoughts drifted, he subconsciously looked around. After sitting back in the high-backed chair behind him, he looked up at the figure at the top of the mottled long table and asked casually:

"Has Klein Moretti also been here like me?"

This was a question that he had anticipated long ago. Klein said without much fluctuation in his tone:

“A different approach.”

Was he guided by the "Archon of Death" himself in a different way? Or, at the moment of being killed by Ince Zangwill, he chose to exchange his faith and soul for power. Leonard couldn't help but diverge his thoughts, thinking of the evil god in the church archives, and the "Archon of Death" that the old man had told him about.

As his thoughts surged, Leonard looked around again and looked more carefully. Twenty-two high-back chairs corresponded to twenty-two extraordinary paths, or twenty-two tarot cards?

Just as Leonard had some guesses in his mind, he heard Mr. Fool's leisurely voice:

"Besides you, there are other creatures who come here for various reasons."

"They begged me to serve as a witness and convener, and to hold regular gatherings here so that they can conduct transactions and help each other, which will help them improve their sequence."