Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Most of the Extraordinaries on this ship are from alien paths. Indulging their desires, they all lost control and turned into them.

"Every Extraordinary person with a different path is a potential madman."

Renekton, who maintained an incomplete mythical creature form, whispered, but his voice sounded like a whisper from an evil god to the ears of the surrounding pirates. Just hearing it, their minds began to go crazy and gradually fell into madness.

In this state, Renekton vented his own pollution wantonly, and he seemed to be very familiar with this style of doing things.

Strange starlight filled the air, and the shining stars one after another were like cold eyes peering into everything. They penetrated into the deck, penetrated into the walls, and quickly penetrated into every corner of the Tree of Flesh.

As the starlight filled the air, madness completely engulfed the Tree of Flesh.

Remaining in the incomplete form of a mythical creature, Renekton did not notice anything unusual. He had maintained this form for more than 15 seconds.

This is something that Bernadette in the Sequence Three period couldn't do, and he hasn't felt any pressure yet.

Renekton has become addicted to his own incomplete mythical creature form. He feels that this is the real himself but it seems a little incomplete.

I seem to understand the essence of knowledge, no, I am the essence of knowledge.

A "light" that cannot be seen by most extraordinary people emerges from an unknown place. This light has no entity and seems to be composed of streams of complex information.

In an illusory form, He poured out of the spiritual world like a torrent and enveloped the entire Tree of Flesh.

The layers of starlight that continued to diffuse with Renekton as the center were instantly solidified, and then disappeared into nothingness.

Where Renekton originally stood, there was only a pool of dark shadow that was constantly squirming and curling up. In this shadow were stacked books made of flesh and blood. On the books and in the shadows, there were... Only strange and indifferent eyes.

Renekton, who had completely fallen into the form of an incomplete mythical creature, seemed suddenly confused. After a brief period of confusion, he found himself again.

But he found that he had lost control of his body, as if his body had disappeared, leaving only his spirit.

"What did I do? There's something wrong with my incomplete mythical creature form."

Before he had time to think about it, he felt that his spirit was in a trance again, and he felt a tingling sensation.

The illusory light composed of streams of complicated information completely enveloped him, seeming to be re-correcting the mistakes he had made.

The dark shadows were shrinking, and each eye kept closing tightly and disappearing. The stacked books turned into flesh again, mixed with the creeping darkness to reorganize his body.

Renekton quietly felt the changes in himself. Although he was still in a daze, he knew that his problems had been solved.

Even the effects and injuries he suffered from the previous battle with the "Sad Death" have been repaired.

The faint smell of sulfur that always lingered in the nose, the itching on the skin, and the mottled rust that had been hidden by itself all disappeared.

After reorganizing Renekton's body, a small part of the illusory light separated and spread over his body, gradually condensing from illusory knowledge into reality and turning into a pitch-black hooded robe.

There is a mysterious eye painted on it, an eye without eyelashes, and there are many symbols scattered around it, like knowledge being spread out.

After solving Renekton's problem, the illusory light invisible to the naked eye moved like a torrent, and in an instant it disappeared into the depths of the spiritual world and went to an unknown place.

Only a pair of cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes were left, which contained countless bright stars.

Renekton looked at the symbol in front of him that still contained part of the hidden sage's consciousness, took a deep breath, and then saluted him very respectfully to thank him:

"Thank you very much for your help, otherwise I might be addicted to that state and lose control."

"When I showed the incomplete mythical creature form before, it seemed different from the normal situation. What is the reason for this?"

Those cold and indifferent eyes stared at Renekton calmly without any expression. Just when Renekton thought that the other party would not answer his question, a cold voice sounded in his mind, without any emotion, but it made him inexplicable. Familiar voice:

"Don't reveal the incomplete form of a mythical creature until you separate the characteristics that don't belong to you."

"When you become an angel, you must first separate that characteristic."

The sound stopped abruptly here, and the pair of symbols in front of him that still contained the hidden sage's partial consciousness suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Huh~ As the Hidden Sage completely left, Renekton let out a long sigh of relief. When facing the Hidden Sage, he would always feel inexplicably nervous, even if he knew that the other party had no ill intentions towards him.

Only then did he have the energy to think about the problem he just encountered. Was the accident just now caused by the characteristics of the reader pathway in my body? I always feel that this is not a complete answer. Is there anything else that the Hidden Sage is unwilling to tell me?

Then he looked down at the jet black robe he was wearing. He was naked when the Hidden Sage pulled back his incomplete mythical creature form that was almost out of control.

You also thoughtfully prepared a robe to prevent me from running around naked? This robe made directly by the Hidden Sage can be considered a magical item.

Then he stretched out his right hand and tugged on the black robe on his body, focused his eyes, cleared his mind, and made a simple divination.

The information about the robe on his body immediately came to his mind:

It can record its own status and reset this status to the body after 30 seconds. At the same time, all positive and negative statuses on the body during this period will be cleared. It can only be used once a day.

You can also use extraordinary materials to draw special symbols and magical symbols on the robe, treating it as a magical scroll that can be used repeatedly.

The negative effect is that it must be soaked in spiritual blood every day; every time it is used, a unique and unique symbol needs to be drawn on it.

Why do I feel that the main reason why the Hidden Sage gave me this robe is that I am too desperate for death!

After a moment of contemplation, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the situation on the Flesh Tree again. He could clearly sense that there was no longer any breath of life on the ship.

The sudden arrival of the Hidden Sage directly caused those on the ship who were lucky enough to survive the wave of pollution to fall into madness, lose control, and collapse silently.

Renekton glanced over, and on some corpses, some pale or deep light spots began to separate. Some merged with their organs scattered on the ground, some merged with the surrounding objects, and some directly gathered on their own. together.

"What a bumper harvest of heterogeneous path characteristics! Unfortunately, they all have the imprint of the Mother Tree of Desire and cannot be used directly."

He sighed slightly, and then a purple halo floated in his eyes. His eyes crossed the deck and walls, and quickly scanned the captain's cabin belonging to Senior and the collection room on the Tree of Flesh.

The next moment, his figure became transparent, and immediately turned into bright stars, swarming towards the captain's cabin, passing through the tiny gaps in the walls, doors and windows.

In the captain's room belonging to Senior, the stars reunited inside, reappearing Renekton's figure.

Under the vision of the Secret Eye, he easily found the magical items belonging to Senior's collection, excluding some items that were of no use or that might attract the evil eye of the Rose School.

He raised his hand slightly and swayed out a bright starlight. The stars shimmered and covered the items he selected. They shrank instantly and solidified into translucent amber, temporarily sealing all the items.

Then he waved again, and invisible giant hands appeared. They picked up all the sealed items and threw them into the shadow behind Renekton.

The shadow was like a bottomless dark pool, and things were thrown in one by one without causing a ripple.

Then he briefly scanned around the captain's cabin, looking for valuable items or books.

As the spokesperson of the Rose School of Thought on the sea, Senior is obviously not a guy who loves to read. Apart from a few potion recipes, there are not many things related to knowledge in his captain's cabin.

However, he did loot a lot of wealth. Even if most of it needs to be handed over to the Rose School of Thought, the remaining wealth is still considerable.

At least for a lonely person like me who has no own power, it is very impressive. I also have to save money. The southern continent will probably be a bottomless pit.

"I wonder how people from the Rose School will deal with Senior's matter?"

"But the pirates on the Flesh Tree all died under the influence of the Hidden Sage. Under the oppression of this almost true god, they couldn't find anything at all."

While muttering to himself, he had already manipulated his invisible giant hand to sweep all the valuable items around him into the dark shadow behind him.

Immediately, his figure suddenly became transparent and turned into bright stars again, surging through the floors one by one, looting the wealth on the Tree of Flesh one by one.

After ransacking the Tree of Flesh, Renekton subconsciously wanted to take out a paper figure from his arms and throw it into the shadows behind him. However, the hand that reached into the black robe touched the warm skin on his abdomen.

Hmm. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that the items he was carrying had disappeared along with his clothes into his out-of-control incomplete mythical creature form.

Then he glanced at the dark and deep shadow behind him. After thinking for a moment, he spread his right hand and lightly traced the tip of his left index finger, leaving a line of light blue starlight that slowly disappeared, and then blood flowed out again.

His left hand was stained with blood, and he quickly drew interconnected symbolic symbols and magic signs on the dark robe on his body.

Then he was infused with spirituality, and the robe on his body shook in the wind. It seemed to extend back to a non-existent length, wrapping the dark and deep shadow.