Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

On the table, the original clown mask, after being integrated with the shadow properties of human skin, turned into a pure white mask with only the left half left, without any expression.

Renekton reached out and took the mask in his hand, its information emerging in his mind one by one:

A mask created using the shadow properties of human skin can record the appearance of any person the user has seen and save them, up to five.

As long as the mask is worn on the face, it can simulate all the recorded physical characteristics of the person. The closer it is to the user, the more significant the effect will be.

Its changing appearance is superficial, and people who are familiar with it can easily detect abnormalities. This can only be performed by the user himself.

Each use should not exceed fifty minutes, and the interval between each time must be more than two hours, otherwise the mask will gradually come to life.

"Let's call you Pure White Mask"

After whispering to the mask, Renekton rummaged around in the room to find a suitable wooden box and put the pure white mask inside.

Let's walk through the process. After thinking about the sense of ritual, Renekton went to the next room and took out a pile of ritual materials, preparing to send this magical item above the gray mist through sacrifice. Then Mr. Fool handed it over to Miss Justice.

Quickly arrange the ceremony and start praying:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

"I pray to you"

"I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom."

The room suddenly became dark and cold, and an invisible strong wind suddenly rose.

In the midst of the roar, a dark and profound gap appeared above the ceremony, and Renekton heard the sound of an illusory door opening in his ears.

There was gray mist billowing in front of his eyes, and invisible suction force came from the gap, directly sucking in the wooden box placed in the ceremony.

After sending the item above the gray fog, Renekton originally wanted to tell the effect of this magical item while the connection between the ritual and the above gray fog was still there, but as a result, the crack created by the ritual suddenly disappeared.

The howling wind in the room also stopped, and the light returned again.

I cut off contact so quickly. Forget it, let’s pray alone again.

Immediately he took a few steps back, sat back on the chair, his posture was lazy, and his tone was not sincere and he recited:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

"I want to pray to you."

Above the gray mist, there is a magnificent and ancient palace that looks like a giant's residence.

The gray-white mist that enveloped Klein dissipated, and he was sitting quietly in the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, listening to Renekton's prayers.

"The posture is not correct and the tone is not pious."

After commenting in a calm voice, Klein focused on the magical item he created:

"However, this mask seems to be stronger than my ability to change appearance as a faceless man, but it is somewhat superficial. It can only simulate the appearance, but cannot simulate the smell of others, or even the deeper temperament. Layers of detail.”

"So, the transformation ability brought about by the faceless man's potion is the product of the combination of the Thousand-faced Hunter and the human-skinned shadow with my own human body?"

"Although the faceless man is not as good as the human-skin shadow itself in terms of changing body shape, it is more realistic. Even after getting to know the other person well enough, the other person may not be able to tell the real from the fake."

"But as Miss Justice, as a spectator, observing other people's characteristics is her strength. This magical item suits her very well."

After muttering to himself in a low voice for a moment, Klein intercepted the words Renekton said in the form of a prayer and threw them towards the crimson star that represented Miss Justice.

Miss Justice responded quickly, and within a moment, the crimson star that represented her had a layer of crimson ripples.

Klein spread out his spirituality and touched the crimson star, and the crimson light spread rapidly like a tide.

Miss Justice's joyful voice, which did not hide her emotions, echoed above the gray mist:

"Thank you for your information, Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. World and Mr. White Tower that I will prepare the corresponding gold pounds tomorrow morning and transfer them to them through sacrifices and gifts."

"Well, also, I am very satisfied with the magical item this time. It suits me very well."

After listening to Miss Justice's words, Klein turned his head to look at Miss Justice's position, chuckled and said:

"This Tarot Club cannot be without Miss Justice"

"Another income has been credited to my account. It's great that I don't have to worry about potion materials. I actually have a lot of money left."

After throwing the excerpt of Miss Justice's words towards the crimson star representing Renekton, Klein simulated the feeling of falling and left the space above the gray fog.

In the place abandoned by God, in the half-ruined temple of the true Creator.

Derrick looked warily at the little boy behind the altar, who just now almost knocked out the hurricane ax in his hand.

In his common sense, those who could survive in pure darkness for so long could only be various monsters, and they could never be humans anyway.

Silver City's chief Colin's eyes seemed to brighten a little more. He tightened his grip on the sword, and then asked in a calm voice:

"what are you doing here?"

The little boy with yellow hair said with a slightly painful expression:

“We are seeking the sanctuary of the Lord.”

"The Lord's sanctuary?" Colin asked doubtfully.

The little boy turned his head to look at the dark cross and the hanging figure and murmured:

“They told me that if I just keep going in the direction where the Lord’s eyes are looking, and keep going, I will reach His sanctuary.”

Colin's eyes turned around on their own like some kind of monster, taking in all the surrounding situations.

Then he controlled his voice and maintained his previous calm state:

"where are they?"

The little boy's expression was blank for a moment, as if he was absent-minded.

Suddenly, he pressed his throat, and his voice and expression became distorted:

“I’m so hungry”

In the midst of almost murmuring words, he raised his head sharply, grinning all the way to the base of his ears, revealing a patch of white, neat teeth, and slightly sticky saliva constantly pouring out.

He rushed forward quickly, so fast that some broken afterimages were still left on the spot.

Boom!

He hit an invisible wall, his body stuck in the air, and black and red light burst out from his body, corroding the transparent barrier blocking him before he stood up.

On the other side, Chief Colin knelt down on one knee at some unknown time and inserted the straight sword smeared with silver-grey ointment into the ground.

The pure, bright morning light suddenly enveloped the entire area where the altar was located.

The next moment, he fiercely drew his sword and stood up. His figure split strangely and turned into overlapping afterimages scattered around the altar.

Each figure raised the sword in his hand, and combined with the surrounding morning light, it bloomed with bright brilliance.

A straight sword condensed by the morning light pierced out, swarming around the little boy.

In an instant, the surroundings were as bright as the sun rising.

This is a storm of light that is far more powerful than the Dawn Knight, completely forming a bright light like a light curtain without any gaps.

The little boy's black and red figure quickly evaporated and was lost in the attack.

The unusually bright light made Derrick close his eyes in discomfort.

After a moment of daze, he opened his eyes again, surrounded by a quietly burning fire and the team members responsible for guarding the camp.

At this time, Chief Colin, who was sitting cross-legged next to a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Leave after fifty lightning strikes."

Thinking that he was about to face the temple belonging to the true Creator, Derrick felt a little uneasy. He tightened the hurricane ax in his hand.

All members of the exploration team were silent and making their own preparations.

This scene was repeated strangely, but no one noticed anything unusual, including Colin, the chief of Silver City and a Sequence 4 demon hunter.

Everyone unconsciously repeated the actions they had done countless times before.

Backlund, Minsk streets.

Renekton looked solemnly at the dark and heavy humanoid shadow in front of him.

Just now, he received a letter sent to him by his mother through the channel of the Knowledge Church. When he was thinking about how to reply to the letter, the shadow under his feet suddenly came to life, twisted away from him, and wriggled to the front. on the bookshelf.

Looking at the shadow rising up in front of him, Renekton felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and resisted the urge to give it a face full of bright fire. He opened his mouth and closed it again.

"Are you worried about the impact I will have on you?"

Saslier's voice came from the dark humanoid shadow.

Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully:

"You recovered quickly. The last time I encountered Medici's evil spirit, Adam helped you?"

Although it was a question, Renekton's words were very certain.

Ever since he accidentally met Medici last time, Saslier, who was living in his body, had been silent until just now.

"You could say that through some influence he put me into a deep sleep, unable to observe the outside world and unable to respond."

"But correspondingly, in order not to arouse my instinctive resistance, this impact is positive, which makes me feel better."

Renekton nodded slightly, not surprised by this result. The two of them are essentially the same person. Sasriel is in better condition, which is also conducive to their subsequent fusion, without having to devote more energy to fighting. The madness in Zhenzo.

"Medic, what are you going to do? Let the other you take him back to you?"

"Adam would not agree, not now. Medici, who is good at weaving conspiracies, to use a word you are more familiar with, should be called IQ responsible. He falls into this type when it comes to reality."

"When I regain my status as an angel, I will personally look for Medici and find a way to solve his current state."