Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Under the Iron Church, the figures of Renekton and Leonard kept flickering, and soon they arrived at the mechanical hall at the bottom of the church, where magical items are stored and sealed.

"so much!"

Leonard looked at the surrounding walls filled with magical items that looked like exhibition counters, and couldn't help but sigh.

Compared with the Church of the Night, the Church of the "God of Steam and Machinery" is particularly rich in magical items. Even behind the Charles Gate under St. Samuel's Church in Backlund, there are far less storage and seals under this church. Items are abundant.

Palles snorted disdainfully, and his old voice calmly echoed in Leonard's ears:

"This is a church belonging to 'Steam'. Every 'artisan' is a well-deserved master of manufacturing, whether in reality or in the field of mysticism."

"I know, I just couldn't help but sigh when I saw so many magical items." Leonard raised his voice and defended himself.

Renekton paid no attention to the exchange between Leonard and Palles, and looked around calmly. The dark blue-to-purple glow in his eyes outlined one strange symbol after another, and he quickly recorded and analyzed the surrounding information.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Leonard, and said calmly:

"There is no problem with Arrods' information. You can take action. You only have three seconds."

As soon as the words fell, Renekton's body instantly became blurred and decomposed into streams of complex and pure information, which easily penetrated the surrounding obstacles and surged into the depths of the machinery hall.

"Get a few magical items that you like." Pales's voice then echoed in Leonard's ears.

After a slight hesitation, Leonard quickly rushed towards a steam rifle with a thickened and lengthened barrel.

At the same time as he made the move, strips of Time Worms composed of twelve segments flowed out of his body, quickly moving around in mid-air and converging, forming a huge phantom of a twelve-segment ancient mottled clock.

This shadow is like the surface of a wall clock carved from stone. It is divided into twelve grids. Each grid is either grayish white or green and black, intertwined with each other, has clear boundaries, and has different symbols.

On the huge mottled shadow of the clock, the hands turned clockwise, and the melodious, illusory bells echoed throughout the mechanical hall in an instant.

An indescribable invisible torrent gushes out from the huge shadow, as if it has traveled through a long history, and quickly sweeps through the surroundings.

The surrounding time is accelerated, and the seals originally set for different magical items have loopholes and begin to fail.

The whining sound of the wind exploded underground, carrying fine wind blades and constantly blowing and beating the magical objects around it.

The invisible fluctuations dissipated unsmoothly, and the surrounding area suddenly darkened, as if it was late at night, and a sense of tranquility and serenity descended with the stars.

The air became hot, as if he was in a dry desert. Leonard opened his mouth slightly and gasped for air. At this moment, it seemed that breathing became difficult, and sweat dripped from his pores.

His mood became extremely angry, and he wanted to smash and destroy everything around him. He didn't know why he was angry, but he just couldn't control himself, as if there was a blazing fire burning in his heart.

Pale white fluorescence continued to overflow from his body, like worms, squirming rapidly in the air and burrowing into the magical items one after another around him.

Deep in the machinery hall, Renekton's figure stepped out from the endless gathering of complex and pure knowledge.

It is built like a gorgeous palace, and gold is the main element used for decoration, whether it is high-backed chairs, tall vertical stone pillars, floors and walls. All are yellow and gold, with a sense of luxury and artistic beauty.

In the center of the palace, there is a gorgeous golden chair, a strange and gorgeous throne made of gold and inlaid with many gems.

The legacy from Roselle, numbered 0-45, is also called the Sealed Artifact of the Seat of Knowledge, and it is also Renekton’s goal this time!

On top of this sealed object, there is also a book bound with gray-brown parchment. The pages of the book are turning spontaneously, and various meaningless words and symbols are constantly emerging, as if recording the information transmitted from the throne of knowledge.

As soon as I got close to the throne of knowledge, countless information poured into my mind, as if everything around me was turning into abstract and distorted information, swarming into my eyes and drilling into my mind.

The mechanical glove on Renekton's right hand lit up with a faint, unclear, and colorless light. This light seemed to be composed of a large number of illusory things, converging into fragments of broken light spots, evolving fragments of civilization. Having the ability to contact abstract things, like an unfilled container, constantly carries information instilled by the throne of knowledge.

Taking advantage of this emptiness, Renekton's figure flickered and appeared directly in front of the throne of knowledge. He reached out and put the parchment book on the left armrest, which was constantly flipping and recording the spilled information, and took it away.

More and more complicated information rushed into his mind. Renekton's movements slowed down, and the deep blue-to-purple glow in his eyes kept shaking, as if it was about to break.

Taking a deep breath, he turned back and sat directly on the throne of knowledge.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of knowledge, the emperor of knowledge, able to see and manipulate all information in the world. His mind continued to expand, and various thoughts grew, as if he had become an omniscient and omnipotent existence.

The deep blue and almost purple glow in his eyes was broken inch by inch, turning into pieces of stardust and overflowing from the eye sockets. His body became illusory, as if countless starlights were flickering and overflowing, matching the golden structure underneath him. seat fusion

In the sky of Trier, under the bright sunshine, most of the city was shrouded in gray fog and clouds, looking dim, mysterious, chaotic and distorted.

In the clear sky, a bright starry sky is looming, and the dim light that is not brilliant, unclear, and has no color, as if it is composed of a large number of illusory things, is generated from nothingness, falls from a very high distance, and surges to cover most of the whole city. Clouds and fog in Lille.

Wherever this light passes, all matter disintegrates, quickly dissipates, and is reduced to its most basic particle structure.

The overlap with Trier on the ground and the Quaternary Age ruins underground was broken. The gray colors in the air quickly faded, and the bright sunshine enveloped the city again.

At the same time, a "light" that cannot be seen by most extraordinary people surges out of the void. This light has no entity. It seems to be composed of streams of complex information, moving like a torrent in an illusory manner. In the blink of an eye, it will disintegrate matter and separate the underground ruins from the light contained in the above-ground city.

The surrounding light became dim and deep again, and time and space were distorted, completely cutting off the hazy light that surged wantonly and seemed to be composed of a massive amount of illusory things from the outside world.

A dark, slightly illusory wilderness was reflected. Above the wilderness, countless figures were swaying in the wilderness. Some of them were people, some were animals, and some were strange-shaped objects.

Above these figures, a blurry and erratic figure loomed, wearing an exaggerated cloak depicting the stars. Under the cloak, the dim starlight was like blinking eyes, sometimes converging and sometimes scattering, with no tangible body.

In the star realm, a perfect place, indescribable steam is constantly rising. Brass, black, and green gears bite each other and rotate click-click. There is a blur between the levers, chains, gears and other things that interact with each other. A figure that gives people an extremely heavy feeling is looming.

Lines of light that are neither brilliant nor pure are generated from nothingness. This light has no color and seems to be composed of countless tiny things. They are intertwined together to form a thin and invisible picture like a projection.

This picture flew out from the perfect place, slowly unfolded in the star world, but came to reality in the blink of an eye, and came to the sky above Trier.

The scroll is a depiction of the enlightenment and development of human society at different levels, and represents the accumulation of civilization of human society for thousands of years. The intuitive feeling is that it is vast, grand, heavy and broad, but it also seems extremely depressing and depressing. Heavy, as if it could crush everything.

The dark, slightly illusory wilderness that enveloped Trier was swallowed up by the scroll of civilization without any hindrance.

The "Hidden Sage" shrouded in the scroll of civilization instantly turned into an information creature. The invisible torrent of information surged crazily in the scroll of civilization, trying to flood everything and destroy the scroll of civilization with the help of huge information.

However, this is the accumulation of thousands of years of civilization, the history left by generations of human beings calculated in billions, and it is fully enough to carry the torrent of information set off by the "Hidden Sage".

After temporarily trapping the "Hidden Sage", several invisible streams of information rushed out from the perfect place, quickly fell from the star realm, and arrived in the real world in an instant. Trier easily overcame the obstacles and entered the " "Mysterious Realm" in the isolated steel church.

Under the Steel Church, Leonard, who had picked up two magical items, heard Pales's voice before he could ask about the effects of the items in his hands:

"He's coming."

Leonard was stunned for a moment and quickly asked:

"Who is here? The angel sitting in this church? Wasn't he held back by the 'Mysterious Queen'? What happened outside?"

"The 'steam' is here, and I can't see what's happening outside." Palles responded with a sigh.

".Who?" Leonard suspected that he heard wrongly. His head was a little confused. The only thought that could still float around was: I'm done. I'm going to die. I hope it won't involve the church.

Before Leonard could recover from this astonishing information, the rampaging sealed objects in the machinery hall fell silent one by one. It was clear that nothing had happened, but they were so eerily quiet. Come down.