Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton felt that the hidden angel in front of him seemed to have glanced at him, although his dull expression was not very obvious.

After a slight hesitation, he raised a decent smile on his face and said:

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

The woman with a beautiful and dull face nodded slightly in response, and then turned her gaze to the witch opposite.

Angel! Ms. Despair's pupils shrank slightly, and she could quietly eliminate all the attacks just now. She must be an angel.

Her eyes narrowed, and layers of black flames suddenly burst into flames all over her body. At the same time, she began to create occult viruses and bacteria, spreading diseases and plagues.

This mysterious angel was most likely sent by the Church of the Night to deal with the incident. Only by spreading disaster and diverting the other party's attention could he have a chance to escape.

The expected fire and plague did not appear, and were eliminated quietly.

At this moment, her body trembled strangely, as if something terrible had happened, and she froze in place.

She saw that her left hand was disappearing centimeter by centimeter, and it was spreading upwards very quickly, making it difficult to contain it.

My witch characteristics! My cute dolls and figures! Renekton sighed in his heart, then pulled out a light yellow paper man and quickly shook it out.

It expanded in mid-air into a figure that looked exactly like Renekton, but with cold eyes and no emotion.

He half-raised his right hand and quickly formed an ancient-style spear, with blob after blob and dot after dot of dark red blood burning from the tip to the handle.

In the horrified gaze of Ms. Despair, the spear penetrated directly into her chest, shattering the flesh and blood in her chest and her living heart.

Her eyes were full of fear and despair, her life was quickly fading away, and her expression was frozen in this moment forever.

This is one of the more powerful attacks among the mysterious reappearances mastered by Renekton - the "Lance of Longinus".

Renekton turned to look at the Hidden Angel aside, and said in a slightly pleading voice:

"Can I take away this characteristic of the Witch of Despair?"

The soft, beautiful and dull Secret Angel glanced back at Renekton, without words or movements. His pupils were deep and dark, as if hiding a piece of pure lightless darkness.

"If you can't, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Renekton waved his hand slightly awkwardly, and directly followed his heart's wishes. He lost a witch, and there will be other witches. There is no need to mess with this boss.

"Follow me" an ethereal and sweet female voice that seemed to bring inner peace and tranquility sounded in Renekton's mind.

He looked at the secret angel in front of him in astonishment. He didn't seem to speak, but why did I subconsciously think that this voice belonged to him?

Under Renekton's gaze, he nodded slightly in a very small arc, and the corners of his mouth moved almost imperceptibly.

"Okay, where are we going?" Renekton nodded immediately and took two steps closer.

The dull-looking Hidden Angel in front of him pulled up the hood of his classical robe. Renekton felt the surroundings suddenly become quiet. He seemed to be out of the noisy and chaotic streets and moving forward in a hidden world.

On the outskirts of Queens, on a trackless public carriage.

Triss and Klein sat awkwardly opposite each other. They seemed to have just experienced a brief exchange, and neither one wanted to talk for the time being.

Triss did not head straight for the Tusok River and escape with the current, as others thought, or head to the nearest railroad and climb aboard the train.

She chose to return to Backlund and pass by those who were chasing her.

After leaving the ceremonial hall where he summoned the True Creator, Klein rushed out of the ruins and found that he was in a mountain with towering peaks all around, making the area unusually hidden.

After just a quick glance, he ran all the way without hesitation. Behind him was the incarnation of the true Creator and the battlefield of the two angels. He only needed to run as far as he could.

He didn't even take the mountain road, but relied on the skills brought by the potion to go directly down the slope, sometimes rolling, sometimes swinging with the help of trees.

After running a certain distance, he met the witch Triss who had returned to Backlund. The two looked at each other in confusion.

Perhaps because she had successfully escaped the control of the Witch Sect and the royal family, she was in a good mood. Triss invited the unlucky detective she had chosen to board the carriage and return to Backlund together.

Only in this metropolis, which has a huge population, various hidden forces, and many extraordinary people, can I avoid the Witch Sect's subsequent tracking!

Thinking of this, she looked at Klein vaguely. Moreover, that scary old housekeeper Finkel might appear at any time. Bringing this Mr. Detective, who is also an extraordinary person, might be able to delay some time for me at a critical moment. .

Klein looked at the witch across from him as if he was aware of it, and said in a calm and almost indifferent tone:

"What are you thinking?"

After hearing this, Triss looked at the detective sitting opposite her, smiled charmingly and said:

"Hey, Mr. Detective, it's safe now, and there are only two of us here. Do you want me to pay you?"

"I don't mind letting you experience real pleasure."

"No need." Klein refused concisely.

Triss wanted to tease the detective, but suddenly her head felt dizzy.

When her vision returned to normal, she found that she had left the public carriage with an expression on her face and was standing beside the muddy road in the suburbs. Opposite her was the detective whose eyes had changed from confusion to horror and alertness.

Triss's pupils shrank rapidly and she looked around cautiously.

Then, she saw a figure wearing a classical robe and a hood. Next to her was a young man wearing a long brown trench coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

For some reason, Triss felt like she had returned to her childhood, so weak that she had no power to resist.

There was cold sweat on her forehead, and her legs were shaking violently, but she couldn't move.

So scary. She is the most terrifying enemy I have ever seen. Even the desperate lady before has never given me a similar feeling. Am I going to die here? It's ridiculous, I was just congratulating myself that I was out of control.

A deep sense of despair and uncontrollable sadness occupied Triss's mind, as if she was about to fall into the deepest nightmare.

The violent psychological fluctuations prevented her from noticing that the guarded look on the face of the detective next to her had relaxed.

"Good afternoon, you two. Why don't you say hello?"

Renekton said this to Klein and winked at him.

greet? What's the meaning? Do I need to pretend to be familiar with the other person? I can't make friends with this being with a terrifying aura.

Klein looked at the beautiful but expressionless face. The black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked spirituality. His heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.

Various thoughts swirled in Klein's mind for a second or two, and then he gathered his thoughts. He took off the half-high silk hat on his head, bent slightly across his chest and saluted:

"Good afternoon, ma'am~"

When he straightened his back, he saw the woman with beautiful appearance, but a very dull expression, whose mouth corners slowly moved upwards, revealing a smile.

Smile? .Smiling at me? Klein was stunned for a while. He couldn't understand why this big boss, who didn't know whether he was a saint or an angel, smiled at him.

The next moment, Renekton disappeared together with the beautiful but expressionless female figure.

Both Klein and Triss felt a sense of relief, especially Triss, who almost thought she was dead just now.

"They're gone."

"Even among those high-ranking witches, I have never felt such terrifying pressure. She may even be Him."

Triss didn't know whether she was talking to herself or talking to the detective next to her.

Everything just now seemed like the most realistic hallucination. When she lowered her head, she was shocked to find that the sapphire ring on the little finger of her left hand had fallen into pieces and lost all its color.

Bang, bang, bang, the rings and the remains of the gems fell one after another.

Klein's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched this scene. Is that terrifying existence targeting this ring that is suspected to be a level 0 sealed object? Maybe this ring is not as simple as it seems, after all, the witch has changed her name to Chic.

In the deserted fields on the outskirts, Finkel, the old butler beside Prince Edsac, was running away quickly.

The hat on his head was long gone, his meticulously groomed gray hair was messy and hanging down, and the clothes on his body were covered with mud.

Huh~ He paused for a moment, panted and looked back, and found that there was no one there, and he felt a little relieved.

When he turned his head and prepared to change direction and continue running away, he found that two figures had appeared in front of him.

A woman wearing a hooded classical robe with a dull and expressionless face was followed by a young man wearing a long brown trench coat and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Is the royal family starting to purge you and preparing to sever ties? Or is the Church of Storms taking action?"

Renekton looked at the old butler Finkel in front of him and groaned.

Finkel's pupils shrank, and he immediately opened his mouth, trying to pronounce an ancient Hermetic word, but was shocked to find that his lips and the sound he made had disappeared, and his expression suddenly became more desperate.

"Has the conqueror characteristics promised by the royal family to the Witch Sect been handed over?"

Renekton asked another question.

Finkel nodded hurriedly. If he could speak, he would tell everything he knew in detail.

It's a pity that this can't change his fate. His whole person is like a pencil drawing on paper, which is erased bit by bit with an eraser, leaving no trace left.