Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton, who was roaming in the spirit world, was suddenly touched by his spirituality. He stopped moving forward and looked curiously in the direction where his inspiration was touched.

Klein was communicating with a man with a bronze complexion and soft facial features.

Seemingly disturbed by Renekton's sight, the man raised his head and looked in Renekton's direction. A cold, indifferent gaze seemed to penetrate the spiritual world and see him.

Renekton walked directly out of the spirit world, and his figure quickly outlined opposite Klein and Azik.

He held the strange crown covered with rust and blood in his hand, took two steps closer and said with a smile:

"Good afternoon, you two. It looks like you're not too affected."

"Fortunately, I was just hit by a meteor shower, chased and killed, and got lost and broke into the advent ceremony of the true Creator."

After briefly describing his experience, Klein himself felt that his experience this afternoon was dreamy and bizarre.

Azik glanced at Renekton, his eyes lingering on the peculiar crown in his hand for a moment, and then stared at Renekton's eyes for a long time, as if he was recalling and confirming something.

Being watched by Azik, Renekton still felt like the hairs on his back stood on end, even though the other person had no ill intentions and did not use any extraordinary abilities.

It is indeed a way to kill people just by looking at each other. Even though it is just an ordinary look at each other, it still arouses my instinctive vigilance.

"You seem to know me?" Azik said with a certain tone.

Renekton was stunned for a moment, not expecting the other party to ask this question, and nodded lightly:

"I know a senior member of the Spiritual Religion, and he mentioned you in his previous letter to me."

"He asked me to remind you if I meet you by chance: don't trust the people of the Spiritual Religion, especially the Royal Family Faction and the Artificial Death God Faction. They may have other purposes for you."

Klein looked at Mr. Azik beside him with surprise. Spiritual Cult? Mr. Azik used to be a member of the Spiritual Religion?

Azik frowned slightly, as if searching for his memory, and after a moment he said:

"Spiritual Order? I have no memory of them."

Renekton considered his words and explained:

"This is normal. After all, they mainly operate in the southern continent."

"What you need to pay attention to is the leader of the Royal Faction of the Spiritual Religion. He may be the Pale Emperor of Sequence One, or he may hold a sealed artifact of the corresponding status."

"Your path has been modified somewhat by the former God of Death. Those in higher positions have absolute suppression over those in lower positions."

Speaking of this, Renekton thought of the hell general who was suppressed by Mr. Azik and turned into a secret partner, and sighed in his heart: The suppression of low-ranking people by those in the Path of Death is simply outrageous!

"Thank you for informing me."

After Azik nodded to Renekton, his voice was flat and said without much emotion:

"I remember that I stayed in the undead sequence for a long time. Now it seems that maybe my sequence is higher than I expected."

After a slight pause, he continued:

"I have forgotten some memories and am looking for my past identity. You seem to know something, can you tell me?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"I only know the identity you are most famous for."

Under Azik's expectant eyes and Klein's curious eyes, Renekton continued:

"The Death Consul of the Balang Empire in the Southern Continent was the child of the God of Death."

"Death Archon is both your title for helping the God of Death rule the Balam Empire, and also the name of your sequence."

"I don't know more about it"

Hearing this, Azik closed his eyes as if reminiscing. After a long time, he opened his eyes again. His eyes were slightly stunned and confused, as if he had recalled some memories beyond his imagination.

Then he sighed slightly and said:

"Thank you for informing me. This reminds me of some memories. Although it is not very clear, I may really be the death consul of the Balam Empire."

"It's just some unimportant information. Maybe one day you meet an old friend and you can learn more information from them."

Renekton waved his hand gently, then his eyes fell back to the strange crown he held in his hand and said:

"I still have to deal with it, so I'll take my leave."

As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his free left hand and grasped it in mid-air, then opened the door in a rotating motion.

A burst of light blue light spread out like ripples, and a "door" was opened in front of him that connected to a certain place in the spiritual world.

After Klein and Azik nodded, Renekton stepped directly in, and the illusory "door" disappeared.

Azik quickly looked away and said in a calm voice:

"The strange crown in his hand is also a level 0 sealed item."

"But compared to the quill in Ince Zangwill's hand, the one in his hand is more like a pure angel-level extraordinary characteristic."

"Level 0 sealed object?"

Klein swallowed unconsciously. The Level 0 Sealed Artifact he was most familiar with was 0-08. That quill made him see the weirdness and horror of Level 0 Sealed Artifacts.

Then he turned to look at Klein and reminded:

"You'd better stay away from Backlund in the near future. Ince Zangwill may use that level 0 sealed artifact to retaliate against you, relying on your pseudonym."

"As long as you are not active in Backlund, there will be no problem. The impact of that sealed artifact will not exceed a big city."

It’s pretty much what I guessed. There is a scope limit, otherwise Ince Zangwill wouldn’t have stayed in Backlund. After thinking for a moment, Klein considered and asked:

"Is it okay to briefly go back to Backlund for a day or half a day? I can change my identity and appearance."

"It's not a big problem."

Azik nodded slightly, then looked back at the distance that was no longer visible, and said in a very calm voice:

"I seem to be targeted by the powerful beings of the Church of the Night. You'd better not follow me to avoid being affected."

"Oh, they are always interested in the extraordinary properties related to the God of Death."

"Yeah" Klein nodded solemnly, and then explained his plan:

"I'm going to go to sea, digest the potion, and look for mermaids at the same time. This is the ritual needed for my promotion."

Azik turned his head and recalled for a moment:

"Mermaids? Is it okay to turn into undead mermaids? I can find at least four."

"No" Klein shook his head helplessly.

He had previously asked for clues about the mermaid in a Tarot meeting, and after getting the answer from Renekton, he used a ritual to ask the question to Red Light El Moria, and the answer he got was:

The mermaid's singing is a kind of neutralization, a kind of balance, which is used to help the initiates resist the corruption of their own "spiritual threads" by the "Master of Secret Puppet" potion.

Theoretically, any voice with similar effects or extraordinary abilities can replace the mermaid's singing, but people who have not experienced it personally cannot distinguish the subtle differences at all.

The reader's ability to analyze and simulate may be able to create a voice that replaces the mermaid's singing, but only if they have experienced and analyzed the mermaid's singing. Otherwise, this ritual can be easily solved by asking Al for help.

Azik nodded lightly and stopped mentioning the undead mermaid. Instead, he took out a glove that was as thin as human skin from his pocket, handed it to Klein and said:

"This is the relic of the pirate general. I have awakened the relevant memories and no longer need it. I have made a certain seal. It will not be hungry normally, but after each use, it must be fed with the flesh and soul of a human being. it."

"If you need anything, you can contact me via message."

Jowood district, Minsk Street.

Renekton's figure quickly appeared in the room.

He immediately found a small metal box, temporarily placed the conqueror's characteristics inside, and isolated it with a spiritual wall.

Then he took out the ingredients for the prophet's potion that he had already prepared, raised his right hand slightly, and a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm.

Stars emerged one after another on the surrounding walls, densely packed and dazzling. .

These stars shed light one after another, building a barrier that isolates the inside and outside.

Then, he took out a prophet's attribute wrapped in translucent amber from the hidden pocket on the inside of his coat. The outer layer of translucent amber instantly turned into dots of light and dissipated.

He gently raised his hand, and the prophetic characteristics like a crystal ball floated into the air automatically.

Immediately afterwards, the materials that had been prepared floated up one by one, mixed with the characteristics of the prophet, spinning and merging in the air, and finally turned into a silver-white liquid and fell into the transparent glass bottle.

Renekton brought the glass bottle containing the prophet's potion to his eyes and looked at the potion carefully.

It is pure silvery white, with strange symbols constantly rising and falling inside. These strange symbols are entangled and influence each other, forming closed circles.

I delayed for some time, hoping that the effects of the ceremony had not worn off yet.

Renekton murmured softly, and then poured the potion directly into his mouth.

The moment the potion entered his mouth, Renekton felt that he was in a trance, and layers of things around him were constantly reflected in his eyes and engraved in his mind.

This is a feeling that is more uncomfortable than the knowledge instillation from the Hidden Sage. The instilled knowledge is always limited, but at this moment Renekton feels that the whole world has changed in his eyes, and everything reflects the corresponding information. They want to be reflected in your eyes and penetrate into your mind.

As his thoughts gradually became chaotic, an inexplicably familiar, unique, and clear trace came into view. It surrounded the surroundings like an invisible barrier, blocking the erosion of most information.

It is like a ball of pitch black ink, blackening all the colors close to it.