Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Around the shadowy and illusory rag doll, streaks of dim light burst out from the void that were not brilliant, unclear, colorless, and seemed to be composed of a massive amount of illusory things.

These rays of light slowly floated around, forming mottled light curtains that seemed light but gave people an extremely heavy feeling, forcing Barranca back from the spiritual world.

A ray of crimson moonlight gathered and floated, quickly reorganizing Olmo's figure. He reached forward with his hands and pulled out an illusive and hazy door engraved with many mysterious symbols.

A cold wind blew from the other side of the door, as if it could freeze the spirit body and make life quickly move towards death.

In the whimpering cold wind, slippery tentacles with dead fish eyes protruded from behind the door, wrapping around Barranca's huge rag doll body from all directions, as if they wanted to violently tear him into pieces.

While the tentacles extending from the "Summoning Gate" tightly entangled Barranca, they also reflected Barranca's huge rag doll figure in the eyes that looked like dead fish eyes.

Barranca's body became stiff little by little, and his dull skin became pale and rotten little by little, with patches of corpse growing out, and pale yellow corpse oil leaching out.

He was getting closer and closer to a long-dead corpse, and his vitality was rapidly fading away, just like crossing the river of death inch by inch.

The eyes on those tentacles were swollen and protruding, and the bright red and thin blood vessels were clearly visible, as if they would burst or fall off at any time.

They bear the pollution and curse of an "ancient evil being", dragging each other forward quickly on the road to death.

Renekton turned his head slightly and glanced at the "Summoning Door", a deep color flashed in his eyes. Behind the "Summoning Door" seemed to be the underworld. These tentacles should be part of a powerful underworld creature. .

As his thoughts floated, he let the extremely heavy mottled light curtain keep pressing down, pushing Barranca, who was pulled by the tentacles, towards the "Summoning Door".

The crimson moonlight turned into long spikes with strange flashing patterns under Olmo's pull, piercing Barranca's body from different parts, separating the spirit from the flesh, and at the same time removing most of his characteristics and extraordinary qualities. Ability seal.

In this state, Barranca's life form began to degenerate uncontrollably, and cracks appeared one after another on the giant rag doll's body. The mysterious patterns and entangled evil vines engraved on the body became blurred and twisted little by little, as if His mythical creature form could collapse at any moment.

This is the "power of creation" mastered by the "Creator", which not only allows all things to grow and new life to come, but also allows the already formed life to return to the original and nature bit by bit.

In the spirit world, the "god" Si'a got rid of Glen's entanglement. The ugly rag doll's skin was dull and its facial features were squeezed into a ball. Its hands suddenly grew longer and poked out of the spirit world.

As Si'a's arm stretched out, the surrounding spirituality boiled and became sticky, as if it had turned into layers of barriers, trying to bind Renekton and Olmo in place and restrict their movements.

At the same time, dark and sticky evil liquid was constantly leaching out from the surrounding void, and all kinds of strange things grew out of it, making the feeling of extreme evil and madness quickly spread.

The light curtain formed by mottled light and shadow instantly dimmed, as if it had been eroded by indescribable factors, and was cracked inch by inch.

The mottled light curtain made up of fragments of civilization was easily corroded, which made Renekton briefly stunned. He quickly thought of the last sentence of Si'a's honorary name.

Is this the "evil that corrodes history"? It represents the extremely evil and corrosive side of the curse.

As his thoughts floated around, Renekton stretched out his hand and pulled out an ancient-style spear from the void, with blob after blob and dot after dot of dark red blood burning from the tip to the handle.

The spear drew a dark red mark that tore apart the space in the air, and penetrated deeply into Sia's right hand that was stretched out from the spirit world.

Bloody flames instantly burst out from Si'a's right hand, which was flowing with dark sticky liquid, igniting his spirituality and melting his flesh and blood.

On the other side, Olmo's body became blurred, dyed light red, and turned into a hazy moonlight.

The moonlight shattered instantly, turned into pieces of red scales, dissipated in place, and quickly reorganized beside Barranca.

The crimson moonlight floated on the nails of his right hand, condensing an extra section with mysterious symbols and patterns, easily penetrated Barranca's body, and took out a deep red crystal ball from his chest.

The surface of this crystal ball is engraved with many ancient and mysterious patterns. Different arcs can be seen from different angles, just like the crimson moon at different times.

The next second, an arm flowing with a dark, viscous, extremely evil liquid grabbed him and Barranca, who was on the verge of collapse.

Olmo's body quickly became thin, like a paper figure made of crimson moonlight. Under the influence of the curse, it instantly became dark, dry and cracked, and shattered into dark red spots.

Olmo's body immediately stood out next to Renekton. He stared calmly at the arm that brought Baranca back to the spirit world, and asked lightly:

"You don't seem to have any intention of killing Barranca?"

"It's not necessary. The Rose School does not have a psychiatrist and is not good at treating psychological problems. An angel with mental problems may play an unexpected role at some point."

Renekton shook his head slowly, his tone was very calm, and the deep lavender flashed in his eyes. He could already vaguely see a certain future from Barranca.

Olmo looked at Renekton deeply and sighed:

"Who was the giant dragon that stayed in the spiritual world before? The aura on his body is very ancient and makes me feel familiar. It seems to be an old friend."

"Eri Hogg."

While answering, Renekton turned his gaze slightly and looked at the vampire archduke who also survived the Second Age, trying to see what the other person's reaction would be when he heard this name.

Olmo was stunned for a moment, as if he was lost in long-lasting memories. After a moment, he sighed softly:

"It turns out to be him. I know this ancient dragon. He is one of the only three remaining ancient dragons."

"Unlike the vampires, the giant dragons have almost disappeared in the long river of history due to the recovery of power by the 'Ancient Sun God' and the emergence of the potion system. Only a few old guys are left hiding in the depths of the spiritual world and lingering."

Renekton nodded, and then sighed with unknown meaning:

"Perhaps there will be a giant dragon appearing in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body instantly became empty and decomposed into streams of complex and pure information, surging into the spiritual world.

Watching Renekton leave, Olmo looked at the crimson crystal ball in his hand, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and then he became confused:

"I didn't expect him to become active. This doesn't seem to be in line with the style of the spiritual dragon?"

"The honorable name of 'True Creator' has the description of 'Ruler of the Spiritual World'. What kind of secrets are hidden in the divine descending event two days ago?"

After muttering a few words in a low voice, Olmo reached forward with his right hand and pushed open an illusory and hazy "Summoning Door" engraved with many mysterious symbols.

Thanks to the "Summoning Gate"'s ability to connect reality and the spiritual world, it can be used as a traveler's gate to a certain extent.

Deep in the spiritual world, little stars floated rapidly, spreading patches of pale blue starlight around them.

In the starlight, pitch-black smoke is constantly leaching out from Gu Lan's body, as if it is made up of countless tiny insects. It exudes a filthy and evil aura, which continues to spread and squirm in the starlight, and is assimilated and dissolved by the starlight bit by bit.

It wasn't until there was no more smoke leaching out from his body that Grant finally let out a breath and let the starlight floating around him disintegrate.

With a slightly pale face, she looked at Renekton, who appeared on the side, and said with some dissatisfaction in her tone:

"The state of that 'god' is not quite right. Even if the recovery power of the 'alien' path is very strong, the arm that was cut off by Saslier using the 'Blade of Soul and Flesh' should not be able to recover so quickly. Then It’s a lack on a soul level.”

"And how could He arrive so quickly and curse me while breaking through the blockade?"

While speaking, she took off a metallic silver glove on her right hand and put it into a dark cloth bag hanging on her waist.

Renekton said thoughtfully:

"He is the son of the 'Bound God'. Isn't it abnormal to be able to borrow the power of the 'Bound God' to a certain extent?"

"I don't see any trace of him borrowing power."

Grant slowly shook her head, denying Renekton's guess. After a two-second pause, she added:

"But I saw some madness from Him and heard some gibbering. This is why I was cursed so easily. Those madness and ravings were a bit strange, cold and crazy, and gave me a paradoxical feeling of facing the devil."

".Demon?" Renekton murmured in a low voice, his eyes became deep, as if there were countless pieces of information floating around.

After a moment, he chuckled and said, "Perhaps the 'mother tree' felt the pressure and strengthened its most useful offspring."

"Are you saying that He gained the characteristics of a 'demon'?"

Grant looked at Renekton, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. Even if "Demon" and "Alien" belong to adjacent paths, accommodating redundant characteristics is still a big burden for an angel.

The next day, in the West District of Backlund, in Audra's villa.

Emlyn came in response to the summons. The big shot of the Vampire Clan had already come to Backlund and asked to meet several young Vampires including him.

He quickly looked around at the several vampires in the living room, summarizing the observed information in his mind. This was a habit he had developed in Tarot meetings.

The lowest of the vampires in this living room is a baron. He is still a new vampire. The slightly older ones have all become viscounts like me. We are all the best among the younger generation of vampires, and I am the best among them. The one who is favored by the first ancestor!