Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 457 The Gate of Summoning
Thoughts passed through his heart one by one. Renekton had no intention of restraining his thoughts. Instead, he kept spreading thoughts to interfere with the other party's stealing.

He has never used the extraordinary ability "Source of Curse". The negative effect of that magical item is that every time he steals an extraordinary ability, he will also lose an extraordinary ability? And he just happened to be unlucky enough to lose one of his core extraordinary abilities?

Because I have mastered enough death and curse spells, I don't care if I lose a few in battle. Even if I lose my own negative curse, I can become stronger.

Thoughts in his mind kept appearing and disappearing, and even without looking at Zatwin's face, Renekton could feel that Zatwin was unhappy now.

The next second, the master of prophecy had some vague premonitions in his intuition. He reflexively stretched out his hand to grab in the void, consuming his spiritual energy, but did not get any feedback from the mysterious reappearance. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward for the second time. hand.

A layer of invisible things instantly covered his body, transforming him into a state of non-existence.

The next moment, a terrifying and evil silent scream reverberated, and the ultimate curse erupted in the surroundings. The stars that were shining in the mid-air all started to shake, and light and dark flashed alternately.

When the curse that broke out passed, Renekton immediately took out a black jade-like chess piece from the void and threw it towards Zatwin.

The chess piece dissipated as soon as it touched his body. His body seemed to be filled countless times in an instant, and he couldn't even make a simple movement.

Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly, and thoughts flashed through his mind. His figure suddenly flickered and appeared in the mid-air where the stars were shaking. Then his spirituality spread out and stabilized these bright and twinkling stars.

The surrounding bright stars instantly turned golden and began to slowly gather toward the center, spreading downwards with pieces of magnificent, pure and blazing light.

The majestic and blazing breath of the sun turned the surroundings into a golden color. Zatwin's body was like a crab placed in boiling water. It quickly turned red, and wisps of black mist continued to emerge from his body. .

His movements were slowed down, and even his expression became sluggish, showing no sign of the stinging sensation of being burned by the power of the Sun Domain.

Renekton pushed down with both hands, and the gathering golden stars instantly accelerated and spiraled downwards.

In the center of the golden light, a huge ball of pure light, extremely pure and extremely white, wrapped with countless sacred flames, fell straight down.

Terrifying light and heat swept across the ground in an instant, and the huge ball of pure light instantly expanded into a miniature sun that was so white that it illuminated the city, illuminating the entire space in pure white, making it impossible to see anything.

Renekton reached out again and pulled out an invisible thing to cover himself, converting it into a non-existent state, and then approached the direction of Zatvin in his memory.

He clearly remembered that a mysterious reappearance had been stolen from him just now. This miniature sun could not harm the opponent at all. It was just to let the other party consume the mysterious reappearance and hide his own figure at the same time.

Without the spiritual support of Renekton, the blinding whiteness quickly faded away, leaving only the remaining light and heat in the air, and the ground that turned gray and deeply sunk.

Renekton was surrounded by pieces of starlight that had condensed into substance, insulating most of the light and heat.

He looked at Zatwin, whose skin in front of him had turned yellow and chapped, and the not-thick beard on his chin had completely disappeared. Before he could react, he put his hand on the other person's shoulder.

A layer of darkness that was so rich that it couldn't be dissolved suddenly emerged, with an extremely rich aura of depravity, spreading along Renekton's palm and into his body.

"Uh" Zatwin let out a hard, almost roaring scream.

This sound seems to be able to shatter all objects and even spiritual bodies. It is the "Wraith Scream" of the third level of the sequence that carries the ultimate pain and curse.

Renekton's body was shattered inch by inch under this terrifying sound wave, turning into a pile of foam.

Under the illumination of light, these foams reflected dreamy colors, and then were torn apart by screaming sound waves, and disappeared in an instant.

As these bubbles dissipated, the shapeless island space slid away like a thick curtain, revealing the night sky with a red moon hanging high in the real world.

Zatwin felt like his body was empty, and his body fell straight down as if losing support.

Renekton's figure emerged on the other side of the night sky. He was also holding a strange-shaped spear with a strong aura of destruction in his hand. The tip of the spear was engraved with mysterious symbols, and the handle of the spear was like a branch.

The next moment, the spear came out of his hand, like a blazing white meteor, penetrating Zatvin's left chest in an unavoidable and unstoppable manner, leaving a hole the size of a bowl.

The powerful vitality of the alien pathway prevented him from dying immediately. Instead, he regained some of his sanity infected by corruption through the intense pain in his chest.

His figure gradually became transparent and illusory, like a real wronged soul who lost his figure the moment he fell into the river, constantly shuttled back and forth in the mirror world, escaping here.

Renekton glanced at the direction in which Zatwin was sneaking away with a steady gaze. Under the sight of the Secret Eye, he could still see Zatwin's figure relatively clearly, even though there was the barrier of the mirror world.

But this seemed to make Zatwin mistakenly believe that Renekton was chasing him. He shuttled through the mirror world faster, and even forgot to clean up the aura of corruption that constantly infected himself.

Renekton curled his lips, and his eyes flashed for a moment, and instantly became extremely deep, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm, losing its obvious focus and becoming a blur.

By peering into the River of Destiny, he saw the future that Zatwin was running towards, and saw a vague picture of how he would meet people he shouldn't have met due to some accidents, leading to the end of his destiny.

"It's a pity that the trait of Silent Disciple, even if I can't use it, I can still use it to hire Miss Sharon and her teacher in the future."

Renekton sighed in a low voice, then turned his head and looked to the side less than a hundred meters away from him.

A layer of darkness passed by, and two figures fell out of the hidden world.

Mr. Plunk, who was still personable with a slight smile on his lips, and a human figure that was no different from a mummy, had some dark red light spots emerging on his body.

Renekton turned his head in surprise and looked at Mr. Plunk, who was standing quietly in mid-air. Except for some instability in his breath and excessive spiritual consumption, he didn't notice any signs of injury on the other person's body. Feeling Renekton's gaze, Plac turned his head and glanced back, then said with a smile:
"Oh, I know a lot about the Beyonders of the Moon Path, and I know how to restrain them."

"Furthermore, as a descendant of the God of Death, even if I am only a collateral descendant with thin veins, I will always have some special means and a relatively rich collection."

While speaking, he bent his left hand, revealing a dark gold cuff, stretched out his right hand to take it off, and put it casually into the inner pocket of his coat.

After doing all this, his spirit seemed to have slowed down. He stretched out his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and then looked at the body that was still suspended in the air and seemed to have been dead for a long time.

Renekton followed Plak's gaze and looked over. His eyes darkened. The extraordinary characteristics that had been released were re-consolidating, and the corpse was coming to life at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Renekton frowned and looked at Plak, and said with some confusion in his voice: "Resurrection?"

Plaque nodded solemnly and shook his head:

"He is indeed dead. All he has recovered is his body. He lacks the necessary soul. It is difficult to call him a human being. It is more like half corpse and half monster. Maybe some memories are retained."

"This process seems to be irreversible. Even if we smash his body now, he, or rather it, will be reunited under the influence of extraordinary characteristics, unless we don't even keep his body when we kill him at the beginning."

"This weird resurrection ability goes beyond the moon path, and is a bit like the immortal witch."

When Renekton heard this, he looked at the crimson light that had returned to the corpse in mid-air with some vigilance. His intuition prevented him from using his voyeuristic eyes to take a closer look, as it seemed to hide what he saw and shouldn't see. s things.

Was it because this guy died that the original moon's backhand on him was triggered? Or has the ritual on the ground been destroyed, and the original moon can only achieve its original purpose by focusing on believers close to itself?

As his thoughts floated around, he looked up at the red moon above his head. Not sure if it was an illusion, but he felt that the blood moon tonight seemed scarier than before.

Click, click, a sound of the body twisting and deforming.

Renekton looked up and saw that the resurrected original moon believer had changed his appearance and was closer to an out-of-control monster.

It ignored Plak and Renekton, who were waiting to kill it again. Its body was dyed reddish before the attack of the sun and the realm of death, and turned into a hazy moonlight.

The moonlight instantly shattered under the attack and turned into pieces of red scales, which dissipated in place and quickly reorganized into a monster-like body at a higher place.

It stared crazily and obsessively at the blood-red moon above its head, with bright red flames bursting out of its body as if it were sacrificing itself. Its spirituality surged, and a large area of ​​deep red expanded around it, like another red moon. , as if establishing a wonderful connection with the red moon in the sky.

There seemed to be an illusory buzzing sound in Renekton's mind, and the master of prophecy's intuition seemed to be trembling.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart and raised his hand, condensing a deep and sticky black mass in his palm, like the materialization of the corrupted aura.

Then he threw the ball of darkness in his hand, and the aura of corruption expanded instantly, forming a dark, sticky "ocean" full of aura of decadence.

This "ocean" swayed slightly when it touched the illusory red moon formed by the crimson light, and then fell into self-contradiction as if it had some self-awareness. It remained stalemate in mid-air for a moment before disintegrating into nothingness. .

There were ripples in the crimson moonlight, as if there were a pair of invisible hands inside that were disturbing the moonlight wantonly.

With an illusory creaking sound, an illusive and hazy door engraved with many mysterious symbols suddenly opened.

The other side of the door is not the spiritual world where the connection should be established, but a deep darkness with no end. There is an empty, lonely, boundless and dark universe.

Colorful brilliance suddenly flashed from the depths of the dark universe, getting closer and brighter.
Dots of brassy light emerged from the void and moved quickly in the crimson moonlight, outlining mysterious symbols one after another, forming a pair of illusory eyes that could see everything clearly.

Under the gaze of these eyes, part of the brass-colored shimmer outlined an identical door with many mysterious symbols engraved on it.

The remaining brassy shimmer is attached to the illusory and hazy "Summoning Gate", constantly changing itself and integrating into it, until it strangely replaces part of it.

The two "Summoning Doors" overlapped, and relying on that strange and subtle connection, the splendid brilliance that should have rushed out of the door returned to its original point, returning to the dark and lonely depths of the universe.

The "summoning door" created by the original moon believers who sacrificed themselves soon became crumbling under the erosion of the brassy glimmer.

Bang!
A pair of illusory bat wings, burning with bits of scarlet and huge enough to cover a city, appeared. It directly hit the two "Summoning Doors" that were close together, trying to separate them with brute force.

A ray of light that was invisible to the naked eye formed by illusory and complex knowledge burst out from the depths of the spiritual world and reunited into a beautiful female figure in mid-air. It was Bernadette who happened to sense an abnormality in the spiritual world and came here. !

She wore an olive green dress and a soft hat with fine black gauze hanging down from it.

He raised his head and gazed at the two illusory and hazy doors that were close together and surrounded by the crimson moonlight, as well as the pair of huge bat wings that were somewhat illusory and transparent and seemed to disappear at any time.

She raised her hand to condense an ancient-style dark red spear, burning with lumps and dots of blood, and threw it high into the sky without hesitation.

The dark red meteor streaked through the sky, and in just a moment it penetrated the figure that had summoned the giant bat wings, leaving a hole the size of a fist, and quickly began to collapse from the inside out, heading towards death.

The almost completely out-of-control monster's body swayed and turned into ashes in the crimson flames, as if it had sacrificed its last bit of spirituality. The illusive and hazy "Summoning Door" slowly disappeared as it creaked and swayed. It stabilized again like a flashback.

An arm with a dark and sticky surface that seemed to be flowing with evil liquid suddenly stretched out, spanned a long distance in an instant, and slammed into the two "Summoning Doors" that were close to each other.

(End of this chapter)