Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Less than ten minutes before the messenger took the letter, in the living room, green vines hung down from the ceiling, covering the entire living room like a rainstorm.

They intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, with layers upon layers going up, and the top could not be seen at all.

"I thought your letter meant there was a change in the plan. The Aurora Society has just been eradicated by official forces from a stronghold. It seems that it doesn't matter."

"What's the situation with the ancient noble tomb from the Fourth Age in your letter?"

A swing made of pea vines swung in front of them, and Bernadette's tall figure came into view.

Renekton turned around and looked around. The sofa where he and Klein were sitting was gone.

He raised his right hand and made a waving gesture, and stars appeared, scattering layers of starlight around him, magically constructing a transparent and bright sofa.

Sitting on the sofa made of starlight, Renekton began to answer the mysterious queen's question:

"Summoning the arrival of the true Creator is the most important thing of the Aurora Society. As for that stronghold, Loen's royal family will compensate it."

"The royal family. No wonder Aurora has been so bold in preaching in places like the East End and Dockside recently."

Bernadette pondered thoughtfully, and then turned the topic back to the ancient mausoleum belonging to the nobles of the Fourth Age.

"Ahem~" Klein cleared his throat and spoke out the information about the mausoleum that Amon had left behind that he had received from Miss Sharon.

“In White Cliffs, at a bend in the Stepford River, there is a hidden entrance to the mausoleum.

In a gathering of extraordinary people, a member who was good at ancient history judged through the items he first explored that the owner of the tomb belonged to the Tudor Dynasty of the Fourth Age, and the family name was Amon!

They organized a team strong enough to hope to fully excavate the tomb. They succeeded, but were never seen again.

The entrance to the tomb was discovered by my friend later through divination and tracking through the items left behind by an explorer. "

"The blasphemous family of Amon from the Tudor Dynasty of the Fourth Age? Why do you want to call me?"

After pondering for a moment, Bernadette's eyes fell on Renekton.

"I'm just a Sequence Five" Renekton waved his hands repeatedly.

Bernadette didn't answer, her eyes became sharper.

"That's the arrangement left by Amon. I don't know if he has a clone to guard there. I think there is probably one. The sequence shouldn't be high, but I don't want to face it."

Shrugging his shoulders, Renekton expressed his worries very honestly.

Although there were no accidents when the Church of Steam excavated the tomb, it was the Church of Steam, with the God of Steam behind it, and their exploration method was very simple and crude. They used direct fire to wipe out the ground, and all dangers were nipped in the cradle.

It's not certain if you go there yourself, it's safer to call the Queen of Mystery.

"Are you worried about Amon?" Bernadette saw the other party's true intention of asking her to join.

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"When I was in Feneport, I had an unfriendly contact."

Bernadette made no comment and stared straight ahead. Her eyes flashed and became extremely dark. She obviously lost focus and her eyes were blank.

The prophetic ability of the master of prophecy can peer into the river of destiny and the secret of destiny.

After a short period of time, Bernadette's eyes regained their composure and she said in a calm voice:

"When to set off?"

"Any time." A little surprised that the other party made a decision so quickly, Renekton nodded immediately.

"Then now."

As he spoke, a pumpkin carriage slowly drove out of the void.

Renekton and Klein looked at each other and then said:

"You stay."

"Okay." Klein nodded lightly. If there really was a clone of Amon in that tomb, then his secret would have been exposed.

If other members of the Tarot Society were parasitized by Amon, they could still clear them out, but if they themselves were parasitized, they would really be finished.

After the two of them discussed it, Renekton followed Bernadette and walked into the pumpkin carriage that belonged to the fairy tale.

The pumpkin carriage quickly drove away for a distance and then disappeared into the void again.

The surrounding forest composed of countless green and thick pea vines also quickly disappeared. Klein turned to look around, and it changed back to the living room.

White Cliffs, Stepford Reach.

A pumpkin carriage that looked like something out of a fairy tale emerged from the spiritual world, drove forward for a certain distance, and then stopped on the bank outside the bend of the river.

Renekton and Bernadette stepped out of the pumpkin carriage one after another, and then the carriage turned into dots of light and disappeared.

Withdrawing his gaze, Renekton prepared to use his Eye of Peeping to see the location of the entrance to the tomb.

"This way."

While Bernadette was speaking, she was already walking towards the entrance of the mausoleum.

After crossing the obstacle of a bush, a somewhat deep and dark hole appeared in front of the two of them.

Renekton's eyes flashed with lavender fluorescence, and he looked closely inside. His right hand was already pressed on the bone staff hanging on his waist.

Bernadette's eyes turned from deep to calm, and then whispered:

"no problem."

"Yes." Renekton nodded slightly, the lavender fluorescence in his eyes was replaced by light blue, and then he stretched out his left hand.

"Light!" He whispered a word in dragon language.

A bright, bright and pure warm light appeared in the palm of his left hand. He gently pushed this light into the dark and deep hole, turning into a clear light like water waves, dispersing the darkness inside.

A huge double stone door carved from marble was revealed inside. The stone door was pushed open enough to accommodate two people of ordinary size walking side by side. Behind it were layers of black marble stairs.

Renekton took the lead to step forward. After entering the stone door, the space suddenly became spacious, and Renekton and Bernadette walked side by side instead.

The steps made of polished black marble under the feet have been washed away by one or two thousand years, but they still maintain sufficient hardness without any trace of corrosion.

Renekton held the bone staff in his right hand and held up a ball of bright but not dazzling light to his left and right, walking side by side with Bernadette.

All the way to the underground, I saw the asymmetrical stone pillars and patterns like knife and axe, which are very characteristic of the Quaternary Period.

These stone pillars stand on both sides of a wide road. In front of it is a huge, heavy, dark gray stone door.

This stone door was also pushed open with a gap that allowed two people to enter and exit side by side. The inside was deep and bottomless.

"It seems like it's inside."

Renekton stopped, looked ahead and whispered.

Then he looked around again, but found nothing of value, and then returned his gaze to the stone door with a gap in front.

Bernadette looked at the tomb quietly for a while, then recovered her thoughts and spoke in a calm voice:

"How do you plan to start?"

"Go ahead and use your extraordinary abilities to carry out a range of strikes inside."

As he spoke, Renekton took two steps forward. His eyes were covered with a rich blue-white light, and golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air around him.

These flames exuded the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun, swarming in and pouring in from the gaps in the opposite gray-white stone doors. Countless golden flames were continuous, forming an ocean due to their density, pure and sacred.

A burst of harsh sounds erupted from inside the gray-white stone door, including screams, wails, and roars. There seemed to be something inside that wanted to break through the dense and continuous light fire.

"Sun!" Renekton recited a dragon language calmly.

The surroundings were dyed with gold, spreading out layer by layer, like ripples of golden light. Under Renekton's precise control, these golden lights poured into the interior of the gray stone door like a tide.

"Exile!" Renekton raised the bone staff he held in his right hand, pointed at the open gap in the gray-white stone door in front of him, and recited an ancient Hermetic language.

An invisible majestic force exploded out of thin air directly at the gap, blowing back everything that wanted to rush out. Even the gray-white stone door that looked quite heavy made a creaking sound and was pushed back. Opened some.

This is the order of the fifth level of the sequence!

With the help of Sasril, the iron-black glove with the characteristics of the disciplinary knight was transformed into a magical item with extremely high living characteristics by the pollution and flesh from Zhenzao, and was successfully grazed by the bone staff.

"The Hanged Man is an item at the demigod level. It contains the contamination of the true Creator. Even if that person has no ill intentions towards you, the influence from higher levels is still unavoidable. It is best to use this magical item sparingly."

Bernadette's eyes briefly paused on the bone staff held by Renekton, and then gave a warning.

She took a step forward and whispered as she passed Renekton:

"Close your eyes!"

Renekton immediately closed his eyes and thought about what extraordinary ability the other party was going to use.

Bernadette stepped closer to the open gap between the stone doors. Behind her, pieces of pure white, illusory feathers appeared, forming a pair of unparalleled pure white wings.

Bernadette's figure was distorted, and dark cracks opened in her body, and eyes without eyelashes grew out of them.

These eyes were filled with madness and chaos, and everything around them was stagnant for a short time, and something was trying to come out of everything around them.