Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Huh?" Klein did not hide his doubts and asked very curiously:

"Warriors and cultivators? This has nothing to do with the five paths of omniscience and omnipotence, right?"

"It really doesn't matter."

Renekton nodded lightly, leaned on the sofa behind him and continued:

"The ancient sun god ended the rule of the ancient gods and regained authority. Another reason is that he wanted to lead the human race to rise. This is the reason why he ended the era ruled by the ancient gods."

"Leading the human race to rise?"

Klein was slightly startled. This was the reason why he had never thought about it or thought about it in this regard.

Looking at Klein's stunned expression, Lake chuckled and continued:

"The current Seven Gods and those evil gods are mainly focused on developing human beliefs. Of course, there are advantages in human beings. The more important reason is that other races have been killed and become rare species."

"Even the vampires who are relatively common now actually don't have many members, especially since they have to compete with humans who take this path for their characteristics."

"At least they still have races. Dragons, giants, phoenixes and demon wolves have basically become history."

Klein said with a sigh.

After hearing this, Renekton thought for a moment and found that except for the unlucky Phoenix, all the races brought by the eight ancient gods still existed, and they were concentrated at the angel level.

I sighed in my heart for the unlucky Phoenix, and then chuckled:

"The Phoenix is ​​probably gone, but other races still exist, and there is more than one at the angel level."

"Moreover, before there is a corresponding Sequence 0 to change the form of mythical creatures in this path, every extraordinary person is actually approaching those ancient gods."

"Can mythical creatures change their forms?"

Klein was a little confused and quickly thought of the God of Death. The Balam Empire worshiped the feathered serpent instead of the phoenix image of the ancient god. Is this how the former God of Death changed the form of the mythical creature? Sequence 0 has a very strong influence and control over this pathway!

The scene that emerged on the water ended when Bernadette destroyed the stone door leading to the abyss.

"There is actually a passage leading to the abyss in that tomb? Is this the main reason why Amon left this tomb?"

Klein sighed a little.

Intuition is so accurate, it is indeed a sign of destiny.

I sighed slightly in my heart, and then said in a pleasant tone:

"It's gone now. No matter what He left behind, it's good news."

After the two chatted for a while, Klein said goodbye and left. Those extraordinary properties and materials need to be properly preserved as soon as possible to prevent the loss of spirituality or combining with surrounding materials to form strange magical items.

Renekton took the biologist's extraordinary characteristics from Bugs Bunny:

"Your Harvest Priest's magic potion has not been fully digested yet, so you won't be able to use this feature for the time being. I will make it into a magical item for you to use later."

"Can it be made into a cane?" Bugs Bunny immediately asked for the item he wanted.

"No problem, I'll make you another bow tie that will match that hat to make a three-piece set!"

He went up to the second floor with a few magical items, found a small iron box to contain the characteristics that belonged to biologists, and isolated them with a spiritual wall.

Then he dug out the ritual materials, quickly arranged a ritual, and sent all the magical items he didn't need to the library deep in the spiritual world, waiting for Mr. Huang to crush them and reassemble them into characteristics.

The next day, Renekton, who was still enjoying breakfast in the restaurant, received newspapers and various bills handed over by a natural spirit.

Putting the bill aside, he opened today's "Tasok News" and soon found an "obituary" on it:

"My beloved son Talim Dumont died yesterday due to a sudden heart disease. His funeral will be held at 9:00 a.m. next Tuesday at Crown Cemetery. This is the obituary."

"Backlund, are things developing so fast in the Witch Cult?"

Renekton leaned on the seat and whispered to himself with complicated emotions.

"You seem to have some foreknowledge of what's about to happen. A tip from Herabergen?"

"The development of this matter will not change due to personal will. It is the best choice to prepare in advance and save more people when disaster strikes."

Sasril's calm and rational voice echoed in Renekton's mind.

"Aurora Society plans to take advantage of the opportunity to win over a group of believers?"

Renekton murmured softly.

Saslier’s voice still echoes in my mind:

"They will gather believers in the name of Protestantism. The Aurora Society has been suppressed by major churches and kingdoms in recent years. Although it is not enough to be frightened, it is not far behind."

As he spoke, a golden book fell from the depths of the spiritual world. The gold-like cover on its surface quickly tore open a crack that looked like a mouth, and a high-pitched voice came out:

"Good morning~ My wise master, respected Mr. Huang asked me to tell you that those magical items have been shattered and condensed into corresponding characteristics. You can take them out at any time."

"My wise master, can I sing praises to the great Lord here? Although it is still a little early in reality, I can't wait."

The problems with this book are getting more and more serious. I wonder if the God of Knowledge will find it annoying.

He cursed in his heart, then nodded slightly and said, "You can do whatever you want!"

As the Messenger of the Book sang, Renekton finished his breakfast expressionlessly, then sat on a chair and waited for a while. When the Messenger finished singing the praises of the God of Knowledge, Renekton threw it directly back to the spirit world.

Then he cleared the dining table, went to the second floor to find materials, quickly arranged the ceremony, and took out all the characteristics of the library that had been shattered and reunited.

Looking at the several characteristics placed in front of him, Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand and said:

"If you are lucky enough, can you make the characteristics directly form a good magical item after contact and fusion with surrounding items?"

"Give it the characteristic of being alive, and with the help of a high-ranking person, the magical item will become easy to control."

Saslier reminded him again.

Hearing this, Renekton's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of the squirming glove.

After a little reflection, he quickly made a decision.

He stored all the characteristics he took out, leaving only the characteristics of the craftsman. Then he found some materials and quickly rearranged the ceremony on the ground.

The ceremony originally used to connect the library was changed to a ceremony directed to the hidden sage to pray for blessings. Then the craftsman's characteristics and the arm model prepared to carry the characteristics were placed right in front of the ceremony.

After the preparations for the ceremony were completed, he stood up, took a step back, and began to recite in a low voice:

"The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

"I pray to you"

As the prayer ended, the Hidden Sage responded quickly.

The light in the room became flickering, and an invisible cold wind swirled around.

The craftsman's characteristics placed right in front of the ceremony gradually turned into a stream of information, spiraling into the arm model next to it.

The originally wooden model was shrouded in a hazy light, and began to twist and change.

Gradually, a metallic luster filled the wooden model. As the hazy light on the surface gradually disappeared, the form of this magical object completely solidified:

A brass-colored mechanical arm that is larger than a normal human arm, with gears, copper plates, and coils exposed on the surface.

Each joint of the mechanical arm has a weird eyeball connected to each other. There is also a flesh-and-blood eye without eyelashes in the palm of the hand. It is scanning the surroundings randomly, showing a humanized look of disgust.

"It's a good thing he doesn't have a mouth, otherwise he would be a noisy guy."

As soon as Renekton finished his rant, the mechanical arm jumped up from the ground nimbly, waving itself up and down in front of Renekton, and the eye on the palm glared at him.

Although there was no sound, Renekton knew that this guy was probably swearing.

He shook his head helplessly and slowly raised his right hand. A ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed around the mechanical arm, and stars emerged one after another, densely packed.

The aura of the Hidden Sage vaguely emerged among the stars.

The originally arrogant mechanical arm suddenly died down and stood motionless, except for the eye in the palm of the hand that was still looking up and down uneasily.

Inexplicably a bit like a puppy that made a mistake.

Just as he was about to say something, a message was delivered to Renekton's mind.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he carefully sorted out the information conveyed to his mind by the Hidden Sage:

This mechanical arm can create mechanical wonders and extraordinary items that are not too strong. It is a well-deserved master of manufacturing.

Use it for a maximum of three hours a day. After this time, the body and mind will inevitably become rigid, just like mechanical aging.

It has the quality of being alive, can communicate with users, and likes to collect knowledge and spread knowledge.

It believes in a great being, who is the embodiment of knowledge, the glory of civilization, and the final answer to all mysteries!

When making a magical item, the user will be asked various questions. If the user answers correctly, it will work, otherwise it will stop.

After checking the information about this robotic arm, Renekton felt confused and wanted to complain for a second.

I suddenly felt that asking the Hidden Sage to activate it was a wrong decision. I had finally gotten used to the Knowledge Church’s exams, so why did I have to do extracurricular tutoring to randomly check knowledge points!

I sighed in my heart and thought of a name for this magical item:

"Let's call you a mechanical dexterity! As a mature magical item, you have to learn to get rid of the user and work on your own."