Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After a pause, Renekton looked at Zaratul, whose face gradually became serious, and added:

"In order to ensure that you will not break your promise, we need an insurance policy, a strongly binding oath."

"It sounds like I have no room for rejection." Zaratul sighed, and then asked: "What did you promise to the night? Or what did you pay?"

"A drop of water from the 'River of Eternal Darkness'." Renekton responded truthfully.

Zaratul's expression remained unchanged, and his tone remained calm as he continued to ask:

"There is more than one 'Miracle Master' in existence, so why did you pay such a high price to find me?"

"The wish I need is a bit troublesome. It would be better to get help from the 'Servant of Secrets'." Renekton still answered Zaratul's question truthfully.

After a moment of silence, Zaratul sighed: "I have no problem. What kind of oath do you need to bind both parties?"

Renekton smiled and responded calmly: "It's very simple, an absolutely binding witness."

"Who?" Zaratul asked in confusion.

Renekton chuckled and said, "The one who best represents knowledge."

The expression on Zaratul's face remained unchanged, but his eyes, as dark as the lightless water, swayed, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes when he looked at Renekton.

After two seconds of silence, he said in a serious tone: "The witness can only be the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'."

"Okay." Renekton chuckled and nodded. Zaratul's reaction was exactly as he expected.

While speaking, he reached forward with his right hand and grabbed a yellow-brown parchment scroll that had been prepared from the void in front of him. There was a pattern on it consisting of an open book and an all-knowing eye. Holy Emblem of Knowledge and Wisdom!

This is a contract blessed by the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom', witnessed by Him personally!

"It just so happens that I'm fairly familiar with Him."

While speaking, Renekton handed the parchment scroll in his hand to Zaratul opposite.

Zaratul looked at Renekton deeply, and then took the gray-brown parchment scroll. The emotion in his eyes was restrained, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.

"I see a hint of a prankster in you."

With a low sigh, Zaratul reached out and took out a round-bellied pen from the historical hole, wrote his name on the scroll, and then handed the parchment scroll and the pen to Renekton.

As Renekton also signed his name, the gray-brown parchment instantly became illusory and decomposed into streams of brassy light, which penetrated into the bodies of Renekton and Zaratul, imprinted deep in their spiritual bodies. at.

Suppressing the faint thought in his heart that he wanted to realize the wish for the other party now, Zaratul looked at Renekton with an indifferent expression and said:

"How do you plan to bring this historical projection of me out of here?"

"I will briefly open the connection between this hidden world and reality, and you can just return to the historical pores yourself."

Renekton said as he stepped closer to the black stone wall behind the church.

During this process, his body gradually became blurred, as if it had turned into something that did not exist at all, and his movements quickly became relaxed.

After a short period of interference, the church's control over his spiritual body's threads returned to its original state.

Feeling the less serious numbness and sluggishness in his body, Renekton chuckled and approached the double door embedded in the stone wall.

He pressed his right hand wearing a mechanical glove on the cold stone door, and a deep blue-to-purple glow flowed in his eyes. Silently, a misty light that was not bright, not pure, and without any color came from his eyes. It burst out from his hand and quickly covered the entire door.

The information on the closed door was quickly analyzed and modified by him, and he used the information to complete the missing parts of the door, skipping the necessary steps and opening the door through a less obvious gap.

The next second, his body instantly became illusory, decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, and turned into a pure information flow creature. He passed directly through the stone door carved from the blue and black boulder and arrived at the main peak of the Honakis Mountains. In the palace where Antigonus slept.

With his departure, the historical projection of Zaratul sitting on the stone chair also took advantage of the opportunity of this hidden world to reconnect with reality and left here, returning to the historical pores. He was forced to stay in this body. The consciousness in the historical projection was finally able to return to its true form.

In the palace on the main peak of the Honakis Mountains, Antigonus was leaning on a high-backed chair carved with bronze, his eyes closed tightly, but from time to time a painful expression would appear, as if he had fallen into a nightmare that was difficult to wake up from.

His face wears a translucent mask engraved with the Fool's symbol. Under the mask are transparent worms that are constantly squirming, looking quite evil and twisted.

The long hair on his head is half white, half hidden and half visible, giving people a contradictory feeling of being both old and young, both rational and crazy.

Under the classical and gorgeous clothes, translucent white tentacles stretched out and flapped around randomly, as if they were aware that outsiders had invaded their territory.

Renekton looked calmly at the "Fool" who had fallen into madness, the King of Angels. The deep lilac in his eyes surged, and he quickly sketched out symbols one after another.

Around him, stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars are like an extension of Renekton's eyes, allowing him to see more details, observe Antigonus's state from different angles, and analyze mystical knowledge from him.

"Well"

Stimulated by Renekton's gaze, Antigonus uttered meaningless murmurs. This sound seemed to come from every spiritual insect, layer upon layer, with strong pollution.

Under Him, translucent white tentacles flapped randomly in the palace, shattering the stars they touched.

"I didn't sleep well enough."

With a low sigh, Renekton raised his right hand, and more and more stars appeared around him, casting rays of light one after another, turning the palace into a dazzling sea of ​​stars.

As the stars lingered, the palace quickly became quiet. The tentacles spreading out of Antigonus gradually lost their vitality, became tired, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Renekton flickered and appeared in front of Antigonus. His figure was somewhat transparent and blurred, as if he did not exist. The tentacles composed of countless spiritual insects passed through his body without any hindrance. .

A drop of transparent and lightless liquid dripped from Renekton's outstretched right hand, penetrated the translucent mask, fell on Antigonus' forehead, and soaked into his body.

The wriggling tentacles on Antigonus' body suddenly stopped, and the translucent worms under the exposed skin also became quiet. Each spiritual worm fell into deathly silence and fell into the deepest sleep.

In the twinkling starlight, eyes sprouted from nothingness, each eye flashed with lavender fluorescence, looking extremely sacred and extremely cold.

The figure of Antigonus reflected in these eyes lost his human shape and became a dark and dark worm vortex with countless smooth tentacles.

The mysterious patterns intertwined on the worms were reflected and extracted bit by bit. The atmosphere belonging to the fields of history, time, destiny, change and secrets spread around, gradually distorting time and space, and evolved into an incomplete " A mysterious place."

As he analyzed the occult information contained in Antigonus, Renekton gradually felt an unusually weak but solid consciousness. He tried to take root deeply in Antigonus and in him. The flesh and soul are awakened little by little.

Under the influence of the goddess of the night, Antigonus fell into a deep sleep, and the consciousness that revived in him was also forced to fall into sleep together, interrupting the process of recovery.

The consciousness of the Heavenly Lord was revived in Antigonus to a higher extent than I expected. Once Klein accommodates the Sequence One characteristics and uniqueness of him, plus the curtain of the Land Abandoned by God, even without Amon Under the influence, he will inevitably fall into a deep sleep and fall into confrontation with Tianzun, but the degree is different.

As his thoughts floated around, Renekton bent down and picked up the Fool card at Antigonus' feet.

The front of this card shows an image of Russell dressed as a traveler. He is wearing exaggerated and colorful clothes, holding a white rose in his left hand, a crutch with a bundle attached to it in his right hand, and a puppy at his feet. .

In the upper left corner of this card, there is a line of small words written in ancient Fusac language: Sequence 0: The Fool.

Putting away the Fool card, Renekton turned and walked out of the palace. Without his support, the surrounding starlight quickly faded, and the incomplete and mysterious realm formed by the interweaving of various auras also faded.

Around the high-backed bronze-carved chair at the top of the hall, the tentacles protruding from the hem of Antigonus's clothes began to sway again, swaying without rhythm, as if they were murmuring meaninglessly in sleep.

As the incomplete mysterious realm completely disappeared, Renekton's body instantly became blurred, decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, and turned into a pure information flow creature, directly penetrating the walls and doors of the palace, heading into the distance. The sky here surges away.

Above the gray fog, Klein looked at the Fool card placed on the table and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After two seconds of silence, he asked quietly: "Did you go to the Honakis Mountains?"

His voice reached Renekton's ears through the twinkling crimson stars, and the latter responded calmly:

"Made a deal with Zaratul who was imprisoned there."

Looking for Zaratul to make a deal. Klein's pupils shrank and expanded, and he asked in shock:

"You're not going to let Him out, are you?"