Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

The words of Klein the Fool immediately reminded Leonard of the organization that always left tarot cards at the scene. This was different from the secret organization I imagined, and was relatively loose. Why did Mr. Fool agree to such a request? What was His purpose?

After hesitating for a moment, Leonard looked at the top of the mottled long table and asked carefully:

"Dear Mr. Fool, is Klein Moretti also a member of that regular gathering? Does he have a seat here?"

"Can I join that regular gathering?"

Klein the Fool answered nonchalantly:

"Yes."

As he spoke, he tapped the seat lightly with his right hand, materializing a deck of tarot cards, which he placed face up in front of Leonard.

"They use tarot cards as their code names. You can also draw one for yourself. The ones that have been selected have been eliminated by me."

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief as he knew the codename was Tarot cards. Judging from the information he had at hand, this secret organization using Tarot cards as its codename did not show much malice or hostility towards the Orthodox Church.

While he was relieved, he looked at the tarot card in front of him with its back to him and was in a dilemma for a moment. If it was the front side, he could easily make a choice, but he was conflicted when he was gambling on his luck like now.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask:

"Which card did Klein Moretti draw?"

"world."

"That's not exactly the same as him."

The Fool said lightly.

What does that mean? Leonard was puzzled for a moment, but didn't dare to ask more. He stretched out his right hand and casually pinched the card closest to him.

The other cards around him disappeared, and when Leonard turned over the tarot cards in his hand, he saw a sky full of stars and a goddess pouring holy water.

The "Star" card in the twenty-two Tarot cards!

Although it didn't quite meet his expectations, Leonard had no choice but to accept it since he had already made the choice.

"The party is every Monday at 3pm Backlund time."

"Remember to tell Pales Zoroaster about this matter when you return. Do not try to hide it from Him."

Klein the Fool, whose figure was shrouded in gray fog, chuckled and raised his hand, causing Leonard, who had just opened his mouth to ask why, to disappear directly into the ancient palace.

After the gray fog surrounding him dissipated, Klein took a deep breath, leaned against the back of his chair, and rubbed his brows with his hands to relieve his mental fatigue.

After being promoted to demigod, he had a deeper control over the gray fog. He could already grasp all the details here more clearly and truly leverage the power of "Source Castle". Even a "weird wizard" with certain stealth abilities could hide the aura of gray fog on himself.

"It's time to explore this so-called 'Source Castle'."

Klein muttered to himself, then stood up from the high-back chair and walked to the back of the hall. Deep in this ancient and magnificent palace, there was a "light gate" that he had never been able to reach before. He had a hunch that that was the real "Source Castle", and this gray fog was just a byproduct.

In Uttar Pradesh, in the aftermath of the battle between many angels and evil gods, the port of Berens was completely destroyed. Renekton quietly walked out of the spiritual world.

The original port city has completely disappeared, leaving only a scattered gray-white stone, an extremely twisted and evil flesh and blood tree extending from the ground, and a thin black mist everywhere.

The deep and dark tide of illusion rises and falls, affecting the minds of the surrounding creatures and stirring up all kinds of emotions and desires. Gods who have overly strong emotions and desires will be corroded by the black fog that permeates the surroundings, and will unknowingly mutate into part of the flesh and blood trees that stand around them.

Neike Da stopped where he was, staring blankly ahead, muttering:

"For my own plan, I caused the disappearance of two towns in Uttar Pradesh. Unconsciously, I seem to be no different from those evil gods."

A hoarse, slightly sarcastic voice suddenly sounded:

"Everything is done now. Don't you think it's hypocritical to come here and feel sad now?"

Renekton turned his head in the direction where the voice came from, and saw Medici, wearing black armor that looked like it was splashed with blood, with bright red hair like fire swaying slightly in the wind, slowly walking out of the sudden flames.

Renekton retracted his gaze and sighed:

“People always have to find an excuse for what they do so that they can accept the benefits they get with a clear conscience.”

Medici was stunned for a moment, his expression was somewhat speechless, and then he couldn't help but complain:

"You are so frank that I don't even have the desire to ridicule you."

Ignoring Medici's words, Renekton stepped forward, chanting as he walked:

"A sage who has insight into the world, eyes that peer into the truth, and the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers."

As the honorific name of the "Hidden Sage" was recited in full, stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars filled the sky like a brilliant galaxy, casting down one brilliant ray after another, converging into a magnificent pillar of light that enveloped the entire Port of Berens.

Under the bright and clear starlight, the diffuse black fog and the towering trees of flesh and blood were dissolved, and gradually collapsed and dissipated.

This lasted for about half a minute, and all the auras and powers remaining in the Port of Berens were purified, and some remaining traces of buildings also disappeared completely, leaving only a piece of gray-brown soil and waves beating the coastline in the distance.

After doing all this, Renekton turned around and looked at Medici who had an indifferent expression behind him, and asked:

"Why are you still lingering here? Knowing the truth about the original conspiracy, you shouldn't seek revenge for yourself or choose new allies to fight for you."

Medici glanced at Renekton and said in a very unfriendly tone: "Are you provoking me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scar on his right cheek that stretched from the corner of his mouth to the root of his ear suddenly split open, and a pair of scarlet lips grew out, and he laughed hoarsely:

"He is a coward who neither wants to forgive his master nor seek revenge on him."

The next second, the scar on his left cheek also split open, and his mouth opened, mocking Medici as well:

"You're such a sissy, you're not even as good as Chick."

"Perhaps you should go to Chike and offer this 'Conqueror' attribute to become a 'Disaster Witch' under her. This way, you can still enjoy the most extreme pleasure every day."

Renekton glanced at the two mouths on Medici's face with a strange look and sneered:

"You three are one now. Do you want to have triple the fun at the same time?"

"Shit!"

"Shut up, Soren, you idiot."

The mouth on Medici's right cheek roared in frustration.

Rick raised his eyebrows in understanding. He could finally tell which mouth belonged to Sauron and which one belonged to Einhorn.

"Shut up, you two idiots."

Medici growled, forcefully took control of the body, looked at Renekton and said:

"You came to me to get feedback from these two idiots and digest the 'Provocateur' potion? Then you need to change your path first."

"I don't like the name Red Priest." Renekton responded calmly, and after a pause, he continued:

"I am somewhat curious about what choice you will make. By the way, I will try to see if I can find a reliable ally for myself. Of course, I will also need to ask for some compensation. After all, I helped you fight against Amon and Adam before."

"Heh." Medici snorted coldly without any expression, and then said:

"what do you want?"

"After you combine the Beyonder characteristic of 'Iron-Blooded Knight' with the characteristic of 'Conqueror', you should have extra characteristics."

Renekton stated his purpose frankly.

"can."

Medici nodded lightly, and as he spoke, bits of red flames rose from his body and quickly gathered on his raised right hand.

After more than ten seconds, the red light gradually faded and gathered into a blood-stained, ancient-style miniature helmet in Medici's hand.

The top of the helmet is inlaid with a red, hair-like line that sparkles with a metallic luster, which is quite strange.

Bits of starlight flowed out from between Renekton's fingers, bringing the extraordinary characteristics of the "Iron-Blooded Knight" into his own hands, and condensed into a ball of transparent amber, sealing it temporarily.

"By the way, I'll give you this as well. As for the ally, forget it. I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore. The red angel who followed him has perished in the ruins. Now there is only one evil spirit who has returned."

As Medici's voice sounded, a playing card the size of a poker card flew into Renekton's hand. On the front of the card was a mighty army with all kinds of military services. At the front was a figure wearing full body armor stained with iron and blood and wearing a scarlet cloak.

In the upper left corner of the card, there was a line of words written in ancient Feysac: Sequence 0: Red Priest!

When Renekton withdrew his gaze from the Card of Blasphemy and looked up at Medici, he had transformed into a blazing white and purple flaming spear, shooting towards the sky.

I haven't finished yet. Renekton opened his mouth and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Suddenly, thick gray fog emerged in front of his eyes, and an invisible force from a very high distance tried to pull his spiritual body to somewhere.

Feeling the call from above the gray fog, Renekton relied on his own status to resist this attraction. As the deep blue and nearly purple light flowed in his eyes, the cleared vines around him fell like waterfalls, quickly covering the surroundings and completely submerging his figure.

After placing himself in a space isolated from reality, Renekton let go of his resistance and allowed his spirit body to follow the invisible pulling force above the gray fog.