Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

The pain witch Panatia and the old housekeeper Finkel were both wiped away from the hidden town by the goddess of night. Renekton had no choice but to turn his head and look at the hidden angel descended from the goddess next to him.

Taking a deep breath, Renekton asked slightly uneasily:

"Um, do you know the whereabouts of the conqueror's characteristics? The royal family? Or has it been handed over to the Witch Cult?"

He was a little unsure about the attitude of the goddess of the night. He could only hope that the other party would do it so cleanly, and she must already know the whereabouts of the conqueror's characteristics.

The hidden angel in front of him had no movements or words, and his dull expression did not change at all. It seemed that this angel's body did not know these expressions at all, and was just an empty shell.

After a slight delay, He made a subtle nod action, and then disappeared the two figures from the real world again.

In a secret manor on the outskirts of the Western District.

Renekton followed the Hidden Angel and left the Hidden World. The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and something in this area seemed to be changing silently.

He shook his shoulders slightly. At that moment, a chill arose in his heart for no reason, as if he was surrounded by misfortune and fear.

The next moment, a bright red figure appeared in a glass mirror hanging on the wall.

She wears an exaggerated and complicated red dress, but always exposes her snow-white skin in just the right places, outlining her graceful figure. Her fiery red hair is casually scattered behind her, and her facial features are excellent, giving her a heroic feeling.

She wore a necklace made of gemstones of different colors around her neck, and held a strange crown covered in rust and blood and sealed in transparent crystal in her hands.

She looked slightly dazed and fell out of the mirror world.

She came back to her senses the next moment, raised her eyes in shock, and her eyes fell firmly on the hidden angel in front of Renekton.

With almost no hesitation, she took a step back, trying to re-enter the mirror world. But she failed!

She turned her head in shock. The mirror behind her disappeared silently at some point, and the surrounding environment was also terrifyingly silent.

Renekton frowned and looked at the witch with the conqueror's characteristics. He always felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

While thinking, he glanced at the front of him. It was empty, right? What about the Hidden Angel?

He controlled his expression and looked at the empty place in front of him on his left hand side, as if no one had ever stopped.

Is the descent of God reaching its limit? Or maybe he felt that this was enough. After pondering for a while, Renekton focused his attention on the witch opposite again.

The other party had a sullen face and seemed to have no expression at all.

Quietly, Renekton entered a state of absolute rationality and spoke in a low voice:

"Don't try. This is a hidden world. It's not connected to the mirror world. You can't get out."

"In the hidden world, was that angel from the Church of Darkness just now? He seems to have left you here, what? Have you ever offended Him?"

After just a moment of pondering, the witch quickly adjusted her expression, using words to test while spreading occult viruses and bacteria in this hidden world.

Renekton lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly. The next moment he raised his head again, a light blue fluorescence reflected in his eyes.

"Light!" He whispered a word in dragon language.

The next moment, pure and clear light burst out around him, illuminating every corner around him, even extremely small viruses and bacteria were no exception.

The surroundings seemed to have entered a country without darkness, and the viruses and bacteria in the air began to be quickly restricted and purified.

"Children are quite cautious!"

The red-haired witch sighed, but did not stop Renekton's movements. She was still wary of the angel who suddenly pulled her into the hidden world and then disappeared suddenly.

"Your red hair, as bright as fire, is a bit dazzling. Did you jump from the hunter path to the witch path?"

"Is it because the team for the Iron-Blooded Knight promotion ceremony is too difficult to lead, so I chose the witch?"

Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. He had already remembered why the other person looked familiar. She looked a bit like Thea. He even doubted whether they were blood relatives.

The expression on the face of the witch in front of her froze slightly, then slowed down and said

"There's a sequence in the Hunter pathway called Provocateur, and I think it's a good fit for you."

"Thank you for the compliment. Is your surname Sauron or Einhorn?"

Renekton looked very polite and said with a smile on his face.

The expression on the red-haired witch's face froze again. She reached out and brushed her chin, inadvertently touching the necklace made of gems of different colors around her neck. She seemed to be thinking about whether to kill the guy in front of her who repeatedly provoked her.

Immediately, she no longer concealed her malice, her voice was still charming, but full of killing intent:

"Although I don't know what the secret angel means, it's not particularly difficult for me to kill you here."

The hunter-promoted witch seems to be more attractive, especially to men. She knows your body even better than you do yourself. What am I thinking, calm down and be sensible.

"A big shot wants the conqueror's characteristics in your hand. He entrusted me to get them. I think you won't mind, right?"

Relying on the reader's rationality, Renekton regained his thoughts and spoke in a calm voice.

"Big shot? Why don't you let Him get it himself?"

Although the witch in front of her was confused about how Renekton knew the characteristics of the conqueror, this did not prevent her from refusing.

Renekton closed his eyes slightly, raised the corner of his mouth with a happy arc and said:

“He said, no problem!”

As expected, the secret angel did not leave. The witch's pupils shrank slightly, and layers of blazing black-red flames shot up around her. Her red hair was fluttering, reflecting the surrounding firelight.

The surrounding occult viruses and bacteria surged again, directly breaking through the suppression of the Darkless Realm.

A shadow covered with dark viscous liquid suddenly rose from the ground. He unfolded the layers of dark wings behind him, and darkness and corruption quickly spread.

There is a dark, sticky "ocean" faintly floating around, full of the aura of depravity.

"Angel! Are you a member of the Aurora Society, a favored one of the True Creator?"

"The Witch Sect and the Aurora Society are still cooperating, are you going to take action against your allies now?"

The red-haired witch's voice was filled with shock and surprise. How did a beloved of the true Creator sneak into the Church of the Night? And how did he know the information about the conqueror's characteristics?

"Allies? We are not allies."

"Moreover, isn't the so-called cooperation in your mouth just to allow us, the Aurora Society, to confuse your vision and cover up the things you have done?"

"Hand over your conqueror characteristics. I didn't even ask for your immortal witch characteristics. It's already a great honor to Chike."

Renekton imitated Mr. A's extremely crazy tone and expression, constantly oppressing the opponent's psychological defense.