Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"I need you to transport me to the East End."

The beautiful lady murmured in a low voice.

Mr. A, who was wearing a hooded robe, nodded gently. A transparent and blurry book quickly appeared in front of him, accompanied by a distant and ethereal chant:

"I come, I see, I record."

The pages of the book turned quickly, and soon it was fixed on one page, which immediately bloomed with a light blue and illusory light.

These rays of light instantly penetrated the figure of the lady, causing her to blur quickly, then become invisible and disappear into the hall.

After doing all this, Mr. A began to kneel down in front of the altar, close his eyes and pray:

"The Creator of all, the Lord behind the Curtain of Shadows, the fallen nature of all living beings."

"Your devout followers pray to you."

"Pray for your coming."

In the hidden space, Bernadette looked at the place where Ms. Despair left with a slightly frowned brow, and said in a voice with no hint of joy or anger:

"The Witch of Despair. She is going to cause widespread disaster in the East District."

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"They want to use this to cover up some things and complete a certain plan. In doing so, they just meet the conditions for offering sacrifices to the evil god."

"The Aurora Society has become the best pawn. Even if they know that they are being used, they will not refuse for the coming of the true Creator."

Bernadette turned to look at Renekton, her eyes paused for a moment, and she was silent for a moment before speaking:

"Are you trying to tell me that even if there was no event planned by the Aurora Society about the arrival of the true Creator, the disaster that should have happened would still have happened?"

"Are you saying that to reassure me, or to reassure yourself?"

"Don't you feel that there is a sense of separation in you? It's similar to the sense of separation between sensibility and rationality."

Renekton frowned slightly and sighed:

"Perhaps the White Tower pathway is good at thinking rationally!"

A poor excuse that even I can’t deceive myself. Maybe my divinity has already begun to crush humanity, but the divinity is still me, so I adapt so naturally.

Bernadette turned her eyes away and did not comment on this.

East District, a secluded corner of an alley.

The figure of the desperate lady quickly emerged.

She walked out of the alley and looked up into the sky. The afternoon sun was obscured by thick clouds and fog, making it pale and dim.

There is also some light yellow mist that is not too strong, floating in every place in Backlund, with a slightly choking smell, cold and moist.

Unfortunately, the smog was not at its worst yet. She sighed slightly in her heart and walked forward slowly, as if she was wandering in a sea of ​​fog.

Where she passed, the fog became imperceptibly thicker, and even became a little iron-black.

"Let despair spread in this city. There are not many opportunities like this. Maybe the remaining potion in my body can be completely digested."

She murmured softly and walked down a street.

Behind her, someone started coughing violently, and kept coughing so violently that they fell to the ground.

The poor people around began to panic and wanted to retreat, but the next moment, they also covered their throats and began to cough uncontrollably, making them unable to breathe.

The iron-black and light-yellow haze descended on the entire East District, dock area, and factory area, and began to spread to the entire Backlund.

"Hugh, I have a very uneasy feeling."

In the rented house, Forsi looked at his friend Xio beside him with a somewhat uneasy expression.

Xio frowned, looked out the window, and said in confusion:

"Forsi, is the smog outside the window a little worse, and the color is a little strange?"

Forsi turned around to look, and what he saw was a fog so thick that it blurred his vision from more than ten meters away, and it was also dyed with strange light yellow and iron black colors.

The spiritual warning appeared without warning, and Forsi subconsciously closed the window in front of her.

Then he turned to look elsewhere, walked over quickly, and closed all the doors and windows one by one.

After doing all this, she said in a deep voice:

"This fog gives me a very bad feeling."

Mr. A is in the hall where he is summoning the true Creator to come.

Renekton tilted his head slightly, then raised his hand, followed the guidance of his spiritual intuition, opened a door in mid-air, and then grabbed something like a baby's umbilical cord from it.

It is full of depravity, filth and strong resentment.

Just by holding it in his hand, Renekton felt the sound of babies crying echoing in his ears, tingling his nerves and polluting his mind.

"Is this? Something that belongs to the true Creator?"

Bernadette frowned slightly. The weird umbilical cord in the other person's hand was so sinister that her intuition even prevented her from using her prying eyes to explore it.

"Once in Tingen, the true Creator descended upon the umbilical cord of the offspring."

"Under the interference of 0-08, Ince Zangwill lost it and I happened to pick it up accidentally."

Renekton explained softly, and then threw the evil umbilical cord in his hand towards the altar in front of him.

The hidden barrier seemed to not exist in front of it, it penetrated easily and fell straight onto the altar.

hum!

A sharp buzzing sound suddenly sounded, like pouring a ladle of cold water into scalding hot oil. The breath of the true Creator in the altar shook violently, surrounded by layers of radiance.

“Give your life for the coming of the Lord.”

Mr. A's voice suddenly sounded.

Then there was the sound of falling to the ground, and the smell of rotting flesh and blood spread in the hall. Mr. A sacrificed several waiters who stayed here.

Their skin quickly shriveled up and wrapped tightly around their bones, like weathered corpses.

The tall and thin figure of Mr. A stood in front of the altar. He took off the hood he was wearing, revealing his eerily beautiful face.

Then there was flesh and blood squirming on his chest, abdomen, shoulders, and thighs, which looked sticky and disgusting.

The light surrounding him was filled with transparent and illusory figures, filled with numbness, despair, pain, and depressed emotions.

The changes here seem to resonate with the true Creator in a distant and unknown place. The terrifying, majestic, and depraved power is wrapped in an unstoppable will, tearing down layers of barriers and descending here.

Above the entire hall, rays of light penetrated the void, followed the stone pillars, floor, and air covered with symbols and magic signs, and quickly sank into the altar.

The next moment, a figure wearing a black double-breasted gown walked through the wall and broke into the hall.

Klein was stunned for two seconds. He had just escaped from Ince Zangwill with the help of Mr. Azik, and was brought to this obviously evil ritual site by the master key.

Mr. A's pupils were stained with blood, and his cold eyes that contained extreme madness glanced at Klein coldly.

The strange surroundings, the madness displayed by Mr. A, and the ongoing horrific rituals all stimulated Klein's nerves.

The strong sense of crisis left him no time to think too much. Following his instinct, he took out the revolver from his waist and fired continuously.

In his panic, he also threw out a simple brass-colored key.

"No problem." Bernadette whispered with doubt in her voice.

What she meant was that Klein's sudden intrusion and subconscious destructive behavior meant that the entire process was not disturbed by unexpected factors.

Renekton did not listen carefully to Bernadette's words. The master key that contained Mr. Door's curse could not be thrown into the altar.

His figure was instantly transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The statue shattered, and the bright stars rushed forward, rushing out of the secret and isolated space, and intercepted the simple-shaped master key in mid-air.

The stars in the sky began to reunite, and before Renekton's figure could be revealed, an unexpected coincidence appeared.

A magic-breaking bullet with a brass-colored tail just hit the master key trapped by the starlight.

Driven by the bullet, the master key escaped the interception of the starlight and fell towards the cascading light on the altar.

A transparent and illusory book appeared in front of Mr. A, and a chant-like voice was conveyed to everyone present:

"I come, I see, I record."

The surrounding time seemed to freeze for a moment, and a huge illusory scaleless snake, composed of one huge mercury complex symbol after another, appeared illusoryly in the sky.

This giant snake has dense patterns and symbols on its body, forming wheels that are connected to each other, and there are different signs around each wheel.

Its eyes were bright red and cold, looking down at everything below indifferently.

The next moment, it moved its head, opened its huge scarlet mouth, and bit its tail lightly.

At the moment when the two were connected end to end, it seemed as if countless illusory rivers converged around them, transforming into a vague, unrealistic, slowly rotating giant wheel.

Everything around him seemed to be rewinding, back to before the magic-breaking bullet hit the master key.

The next moment, an invisible giant hand intercepted all the bullets in the air, kneaded them into a ball of iron filings, and then fell straight to the ground.

Renekton's figure reunited from inside the stars, holding the simple master key in his hand, and whispered as if to himself:

"Can the recorder record the restart of Mercury Snake? Is he really Mr. A?"

"This does not come from a recorded extraordinary ability, but a restart performed by Ourolius himself. Mr. A is just a medium."

Bernadette also walked out of the space isolated by the secret. She looked at Klein with cold eyes, as if she was on guard against any unexpected actions from the other party.

"Well, I can explain, it was just an accident. Really!"

Klein put away the revolver again and spoke in an awkward voice.