Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the area isolated by the Hidden Sage, the blazing white color that overwhelmed everything was fading rapidly.

Feeling that he was almost reaching his limit, Renekton used the last mysterious reappearance, the "Easter" magic that could revive the dead.

A huge phantom of a cross immediately emerged, with scarlet liquid dripping from it. There seemed to be countless cries and prayers echoing in the surrounding void, and the sacred aura filled the air instantly.

On the other side, peas suddenly sprouted out of the ground under Bernadette's feet, turning into thick green vines, carrying Bernadette high into the sky.

The green and thick pea-tenes covered the surrounding area like a heavy rain. They were entangled and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, with layers upon layers going up, and the top could not be seen at all.

Within the space created using mystical representation, she holds the Sage's bindi in one hand and the Pale Death in the other.

He closed his eyes quietly, seeming to feel something.

After a moment, she used pale death to shatter the sage's forehead ornament, and little bits of light blue light emerged and began to gather.

She summoned an invisible servant, took the potion ingredients that she had prepared, and handed over the pale death. The invisible servant slowly disappeared into reality with the mask on.

Pieces of materials floated in the air under her control, and were submerged into the glass bottles in an orderly manner. Finally, there were the characteristics of the sage that had just been gathered.

A bottle of the sage's potion with countless patterns and mysterious symbols floating around was completed. Bernadette just stared at it, took the glass bottle, and drank the potion inside.

The potion melted in her mouth, and her consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and then began to rise infinitely, as if she had arrived in a starry sky.

Every twinkling star was made of vast information. She felt that she had also turned into streams of information. She was gradually lost in the complex and vast information around her.

In reality, pitch-black cracks appeared one after another in Bernadette's body, and indifferent eyes without eyelashes grew out of the cracks, eventually disintegrating into countless torrents of information.

In the process of gradually losing herself, the information from herself and the spiritual world established a certain distinctive mark and an extremely strong connection, which allowed her to gradually find herself.

Relying on the connection established between herself and the information from the spiritual world, Bernadette initially stabilized her consciousness, and gradually gathered back the torrent of information that was diverging and fading.

In the underground building where the true Creator descended.

There are no buildings left here, either on the ground or underground, only a huge pit remains.

With the death of the incarnation of the True Creator, the crimson wriggling flesh that inhabited Renekton's body left his body.

As the flesh squirmed, it quickly merged with the surrounding shadows and swelled into a tall, jet-black figure. He gathered all the remaining characteristics and wills around him, and accepted the mysterious reappearance "Easter" used by Renekton.

This made the dark black figure that had just solidified suddenly become blurry, and his voice was a little sleepy as he said:

"I need to sleep for a while to integrate my true will."

"I will continue to stay with you these days."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body turned into a ball of flowing black liquid, which gradually gathered into the shadow at Renekton's feet.

Renekton's eyes flashed. This seemed to be parasitism in the mystical sense.

Withdrawing his gaze, Renekton glanced at the place where Sasriel was standing before. The characteristics he had just recovered were not only from the incarnation of the true creator, but also from his own bone staff that had not been used for long.

Huh~ Forget it, the bone staff was originally given by the true Creator. If it’s gone, it’s gone. At least it gave me back the prophetic characteristics.

Sighing secretly, Renekton stepped forward, beneath his feet was a barrier made of bright starlight.

As his figure disappeared into the spiritual world, the surrounding bright stars all disintegrated and shattered in a crashing sound, and finally turned into dots of starlight and disappeared.

Not long after Renekton left, the space here was suddenly and violently torn apart.

An old man with a slightly arrogant look walked out.

There were many silver strands in his black hair, and there was no beard on his face. He was floating quietly in the air, as if he was peeping from the traces of the scene.

Immediately, a middle-aged man wearing a large cloak, with black hair and blue eyes, and a majestic temperament tore apart the space in the same way.

He is the founder of the country engraved on Loen's gold list, William Augustus I!

He glanced at the old man who had arrived before him, and asked in a majestic voice:

"What did you find?"

"Your Majesty, the remaining aura here is too chaotic and has been processed. I can't see much information."

"I only know that the true creator did come to the incarnation, but was killed quickly. The whole process took less than 30 seconds."

The arrogant old man calmed down his arrogance in front of the person he called his majesty, and replied in a slightly solemn tone.

"I leave this matter to you to investigate."

The majestic middle-aged man nodded lightly and said something, then violently tore the space in front of him apart again and left.

The slightly arrogant old man also looked at it for a while and then left quickly.

In the East District, dock area, and factory area, these places are the main outbreak locations of smog.

Those who are old and have hidden diseases are like felled trees, falling one after another in the fog.

People who came into contact with them were also infected with the plague within a short period of time and died quickly. Even adults and children who were still in good health suffered from slight discomfort.

At this time, these light yellow and iron black mist are like the coming "god of death", ruthlessly harvesting one life after another.

Cathedral of Holy Winds, Jowood District.

The storms visible to the naked eye quickly gathered and formed here, and then blew up to the east and became unimaginable hurricanes.

Woo! Amidst the howling of the strong wind, the accumulated fog was blown away, and the rich yellow and iron black quickly faded.

Dry branches fell to the ground, and dust and soil rose into the air, disappearing with the mist.

The hats on pedestrians' heads automatically left their heads, and even their bodies could only hold on to trees or walls to barely stand.

The sailors in the dock area seemed to be witnessing a typhoon hitting the port city.

The strong wind swept through the entire Backlund quickly, and the haze in the East District and the factory area became much lighter, and the discomfort of healthy people was finally relieved.

Boom! Boom!

As if venting his anger, lightning was jumping and thunder was exploding.

They soon subsided and the rain began to wash over the earth.

Destiny happened to be standing at the corner between the two houses, avoiding the violent hurricane just now. Looking at the clearer sky, he murmured:

"Disasters always come in unexpected ways."

"Chaos Walker. Warden of Chaos and Madness"

With a sigh, he walked slowly towards the East District.

Although his influence speeded up the church's response, it did not prevent disaster.

Eastside.

A desperate lady wearing a pure white robe sat in a carriage, leisurely listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass window.

The Church of Storms responded very quickly this time. However, the haze just now has achieved its effect, and my magic potion has almost been digested, although this is just a side benefit.

A light yellow paper figure that was carried by the strong wind and flew here suddenly started to burn in the air.

A mysterious symbol like layers of overlapping doors was outlined in mid-air. The surrounding void swung like water waves, and a "door" was opened.

Renekton stepped out of it, his eyes locked on the despair witch Panatia sitting in the carriage from the beginning.

With the luck of asking for Destiny in advance, I could easily meet her through various coincidences.

The next moment, golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air all around.

These flames exuded the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun. They were so dense that they formed an ocean, completely surrounding the carriage where Panadia was sitting.

A layer of frost spread instantly, extinguishing the surrounding golden flames, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped several degrees.

Several crystals of ice shot out, exuding biting coldness, and instantly penetrated Renekton's body, just like passing through an afterimage, leaving no trace.

"We meet again, Ms. Panatia."

Renekton's figure quietly emerged from the other side and greeted him calmly.

"how did you find me?"

Panatya lifted a few strands of hair and said in a charming voice.

Her movements, expression, and tone were all so natural, as if the brief exchange just now didn't exist at all, exuding her own charm without any scruples.

A touch of light blue quietly appeared in Renekton's eyes, and his reason took over.

"The guidance of fate." Renekton said softly.

"destiny."

The smile on Panatia's lips just rose, and the next moment she was surrounded by more intense light and fire.

The black and golden flames are entangled with each other, sacred and depraved, with a strange sense of beauty. What am I thinking? The charm of a demigod-level witch is terrifying.

Renekton suddenly shook his head. In his rational state, he was quietly affected.

The next moment, he raised his right hand, and the light continued to accumulate in his hand, condensing a spear that was so pure and so white that it seemed to be composed of pure sunlight.

He threw the spear and collided with a sharp and crystal ice spear.

Renekton subconsciously turned his body into pieces of starlight to avoid the splash damage caused by the collision of ice and fire, and he was not sure whether the flames he simulated could compete with the demigod's frost ability.

The expected ice crystals and rising steam did not appear.

The moment they came into contact, they disappeared silently, and they didn't know where they went.

Secret authority! It came so quickly that Renekton's eyes narrowed and he turned to look to his left.

There was a beautiful woman with a dull expression, wearing a hooded classical robe.