Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Nast stared at Russell and did not agree directly, but asked doubtfully:

"As the 'Black Emperor', as long as you are successfully resurrected, the corresponding characteristics and uniqueness will naturally return to you. Why take the risk to fight for the characteristics there?"

"There was something wrong with my resurrection process. I want to try to see if I can skip the tomb and directly use the extraordinary characteristics to return from death."

Russell did not hide his situation. For those who knew the 'Black Emperor', it was not difficult to guess.

The dark red surge in Nast's dark eyes became more intense. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the dark red flowing in his eyes had subsided, leaving only a heavy and majestic deep. black.

"Okay." He nodded slowly in response, and then added: "I need to know the truth about the end of the world. Tell me when I become a duke."

"Okay." Russell chuckled and nodded.

There was a brief moment of silence, and the misty starlight surrounding them quickly dissipated. Along with the starlight, there were also the figures of Renekton and Russell.

In the cabin, the crew of the "Black Emperor" hesitantly looked at the captain sitting on the dark high-backed chair at the top. The heavy majesty of the "King of the Five Seas" Nast made them lower their heads immediately.

Strange, what was I thinking just now? Why did I feel that the captain had disappeared for a while? The second officer Bird Mustang on the "Black Emperor" muttered a few words to himself in confusion. As he thought about it, he thought about what he had just thought. I forgot what the problem was.

Forget it, it shouldn't be anything important, but what am I doing in the cabin? Isn't it my turn to patrol the deck today? As his thoughts floated, Bird Mustang turned around and exited the cabin.

Deep in the spiritual world, among the layers of rich colors, a pumpkin carriage pulled by two fat mice moved forward quickly.

Inside the pumpkin carriage, Renekton looked at Russell sitting opposite him with some curiosity and asked:

"Are you sure you can skip the tomb and resurrect directly in this way?"

Russell slowly shook his head and said:

"Of course not."

"But if I have mastered a copy of the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence One, then I can actively distort concepts and rules the moment my consciousness returns, break away from the shackles of the mausoleum, and appear in the star realm without waiting for the uniqueness. Come back and start the process again.”

"As long as the uniqueness is not polluted by the 'primordial moon', even if my mental state is in trouble, there is still room for relaxation."

"And with my special characteristics, I won't be as weak as I am now. I need to find someone to accompany me even when I go out, and there is no privacy at all."

Renekton glanced at Russell's lower body and mocked in a calm tone: "You are just a mechanical doll, with no extra functions."

"Don't open your mouth to slander my noble personality." Russell snorted a few words and stopped talking.

After sending Russell back to Bernadette's "Dawn", Renekton did not rush back to the Southern Continent. Instead, he first went to Tuscat Island in the middle sea of ​​Sonia, which belongs to the missionary waters of the Church of the Night. .

In the Night Church on Tuscat Island, Renekton appeared quietly in the prayer hall. Because it was close to night, there were not many people coming to the church to pray. Renekton's figure was lost in the crowd and did not attract anyone. of attention.

He walked slowly with the crowd to the dark holy symbol at the front, found a seat in the corner and prayed quietly.

Unknowingly, he woke up to the fragrance of night vanilla flowers, and a female figure wearing a layered black classic dress stood quietly among the flowers.

Her body was relatively insubstantial, with signs of ripples emanating from it. Her face seemed to be covered with layers of gauze, hazy but extremely beautiful.

Renekton looked at the figure that appeared in his dream and chuckled:

"It's just a small request. It shouldn't require you to come to see me in person."

"It's a necessary courtesy."

"You can project Zaratul's history and ask for appropriate compensation from him."

The voice of the goddess of the night is very peaceful. Even if it does not contain any extraordinary power, it still has a soothing meaning in it.

Renekton nodded calmly, looked at the figure of the goddess of night in front of him, and chuckled:

"So, what do I have to give?"

"A drop of water from the 'River of Eternal Darkness'." The goddess of the night said without any fluctuations in her voice.

"Okay." Renekton nodded lightly.

The request of the Night Goddess was somewhat beyond his expectation. He originally thought that the other party would ask for more. The water of the "River of Eternal Darkness" was very useful to her who was trying to control the uniqueness of the "God of Death".

While responding, he stretched out his left hand forward, and a little starlight floated on his fingertips, outlining a somewhat illusory and hazy door.

He directly reached into the door, took out a dark brown glass vial painted with strange symbols and patterns, and threw it towards the goddess of the night in front of him.

The dark brown glass vial rippled as it approached the goddess of the night, and then disappeared, falling to no one knows where.

A gust of wind with a faint floral fragrance blew past him, and Renekton suddenly woke up from his dream. The sounds of believers walking around and muffled conversations reached his ears.

Renekton lowered his eyes and looked at his half-held right hand. At some point, a dark badge appeared on it. It was dark black, dotted with stars, and surrounded by exactly half of the crimson moon.

After putting the Dark Holy Emblem away, Renekton took a deep breath, exhaled it for a long time, then stood up from his seat, left a few banknotes in the offering box at the front, and then walked out of the church.

In the unusually pure sky, a semicircular crimson moon hung high, and only a little twilight remained on the night-shrouded horizon.

Walking on the street where the pedestrians were gradually sparse, Renekton suddenly stopped and brought the dark holy symbol to his eyes. After briefly looking at it, he poured some spirituality into it.

Silently, the dark holy emblem was broken bit by bit, and a layer of deep and quiet darkness poured out from the broken holy emblem, submerging Renekton's figure like a tide, and his body quickly melted under the wash of darkness.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from the street. Pedestrians around him were still coming and going, as if they had never noticed that there was a person here, let alone how he disappeared.

On the main peak of the Honakis Mountains, in an unusually quiet town without any human habitation, but clean and tidy, Renekton's figure quickly stood out.

He looked around calmly, the deep lavender glow in his eyes flowing rapidly, and one symbol after another was outlined in his eyes.

In this state, his eyes seemed to be able to see the essence of things through appearances. The streets under his feet, the houses on both sides, the dead trees on the roadside, and even the red moon in the sky all turned into pure in his eyes. There is information floating in the dark mist.

After a brief search, he soon discovered the steeple church located in the center of the town. Inside the church, there were many hanging mummies, which was quiet and strange.

Poor Zaratul, someone finally thought of you and decided to come to save you. I hope you can prepare enough rewards in return. Renekton curled his lips, sighed in his heart, and then walked towards the church in the center of the town. Go.

As he took a step, his body suddenly became blurred and decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, surging like a torrent towards the center of the town.

After a while, the crimson moonlight shone on the earth, reflecting silhouettes of people on the streets here, and the originally quiet streets became noisy.

In the steeple church in the center of the town, a stream of information poured in from the outside. Countless knowledge gathered here to reconstruct Renekton's body.

He looked back at the streets that had become lively, his eyes penetrated those figures and saw their essence clearly.

With a sigh, he withdrew his gaze and walked under the mummies that had fallen on the roof, finally stopping in front of a gray stone chair.

A figure wearing a hooded black robe stood out on the stone chair. His eyes were as dark as the lightless water, and the white beard on his face was long and dense, like a mysterious and wise elder. By.

He is the target that Renekton came to look for. The historical projection of Zarathul, the leader of the Secret Order, who was sealed in the Hornakis Mountains by the goddess of the night.

Zaratul's eyes stayed on Renekton for a moment. He raised the corners of his lips and said in a low and hoarse voice:

"After so many years, I didn't expect that another angel would come here."

"Your eyes are very special, but there shouldn't be anything you need here. Why do you come here?"

Renekton calmly stared at the old man in front of him and said in a leisurely tone: "There is nothing I need here, but you do."

While speaking, he glanced deeply back and forth at the historical projection of Zaratul, catching every illusory spiritual worm on his body.

Ignoring Renekton's rude look, Zaratul said calmly:

"What do you want from me? I'm just a historical projection left here. I don't have any real characteristics, nor am I too powerful."

Not paying attention to the mistakes in Zaratul's words, Renekton let out a laugh and stated his purpose straightforwardly:

"How about you pay me three wishes and I will take you out of this hidden world?"

Zaratul's dark eyes looked at Renekton with some surprise, and explained in a calm tone:

"You are already an angel, and the wish of the 'Miracle Master' can only have a limited effect on you."

"And I'm just a historical projection, and this place is isolated from the outside world. I can't borrow power from the spiritual world or history."

Renekton smiled and said the words he had already thought of:

"I can release this historical projection of yours first, and then pay me the reward when your body left outside wakes up from madness."

"I will tell you the type of wish I need in advance, and you can accumulate it bit by bit until you can create the corresponding 'miracle'."