Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 516 Amon’s plan

Renekton took two steps back to stabilize his body. At the same time, he raised his hand to create dots of dim starlight with a sense of tranquility, swimming around him, outlining strange symbols, simply isolating himself from the information world.

At the same time, the palace complex suddenly rose up from the ground and moved closer to each other. The doors and windows above opened and closed, forming the outline of a human face.

After coming back to his senses, Renekton suddenly discovered that Amon, who had been standing beside him, had disappeared at some point. An ominous premonition flashed through his heart. He no longer took into account the restrictions on using extraordinary abilities here, and his figure instantly became transparent. It turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The surrounding ground rose rapidly, and the houses on both sides of the street moved closer to the middle, as if something was about to rush out from under the ground.

The transparent statue fell into the gap between the stones and the soil, shattered instantly, and turned into bright stars, surging out from the tiny gap, surging like a tide among the buildings that were constantly rising and collapsing. With.

During this process, the surging starlight became more and more powerful, like a bright galaxy covering the ground.

In his astral state, Renekton felt that his consciousness was constantly disintegrating, moving closer to a more magnificent consciousness and becoming a part of it.

The turbulent galaxy sometimes stagnated and sometimes surged, as if it was caught in a self-contradiction.

The mighty and turbulent galaxy became wider and wider, and Renekton, who felt it was difficult to condense his body, gave up trying.

The turbulent galaxy no longer stagnated, and began to spread and flow outwards, forming a ring connected end to end.

In the ring formed by the huge galaxy, every star is also converging and connected with each other to form countless small three-dimensional symbols. These symbols are connected with each other to form a complex and precise gear structure.

As the stars flickered, countless cold and indifferent eyes seemed to grow out of them.

With a crackling sound, the dazzling galaxy quickly disintegrated, and streaks of "light" that could not be seen by most extraordinary people were separated from it.

This light has no entity, and seems to be composed of streams of complex information, moving like a torrent in an illusory manner.

Reunited in the high altitude of this information world, reorganized Renekton's body with the complex and pure knowledge.

He wore a pitch-black robe with the hem torn into tattered strips of cloth, and a spacious hood that covered half of his face. Under the hood, there was only a deep black that swallowed everything, and a light lingering with pure light. Tuan, like an indifferent and cold eye.

There are dim starlights surrounding this "eye", dyed with different colors and with a little warmth, just like his reason that may collapse at any time under the invasion of madness and chaos.

Under the black robe, the exposed hands and feet were dark and dry, without the slightest luster or vitality, and did not look like a living person at all.

On the dark robes, in the wisps of black mist floating around, and even on the dark and dry limbs, there were all cold and indifferent eyes.

These eyes are stained with madness and display undisguised malice. While they give people an unusually sacred and intelligent feeling, they also appear to be quite cold and devoid of warmth.

".Sure enough." Amon's figure suddenly appeared behind Renekton. He curled his lips and sighed meaningfully before disappearing again.

Where he disappeared, eyes filled with madness, malice, and destruction grew out.

The moment these eyes appeared, all the information in that space was directly annihilated, returning to the most primitive nothingness, leaving only a hole that was difficult to see and describe.

Under the hood, the light group of pure light and the surrounding dim starlight shrank slightly, and then quickly expanded, as if they were observing something and recording something very carefully.

In this state, Renekton can see the nature of this information world more clearly, see the activated knowledge, and see the wonderful and fragile balance between various pollutions and auras.

He just stood there quietly, like an observer in a higher dimension, and nothing that happened in this information world affected him.

Until all the streets and houses on the ground collapsed, an exaggeratedly huge palm stretched out, and then another hand and legs.

An exaggerated giant the size of a mountain stood up from the ruins of the city. Its body was made up of the streets, buildings and soil of the city. Traces of steel and gray stone were visible everywhere, and it was dragging behind it pieces of rusty steel. cascading wings.

The moment it appeared, all kinds of crazy atmosphere in the city became active. The shadows were squirming, and the darkness that annihilated everything spread silently. The lifeless stones and wood all grew flesh and blood, and the air It became scalding hot, and flames kept rising all around.

The giant body like a towering mountain quickly disintegrated and fell to the ground.

The fragments were swallowed up by the creeping shadows, darkness, and flesh around them, and soon a smaller humanoid appeared.

They are completely crazy and twisted monsters, showing unabashed malice, corroding and destroying each other.

Renekton in mid-air seemed to be affected by this madness, and the aura on his body gradually transformed from cold and indifferent to madness. He gently stretched out his right hand forward. The dark, dry arm with ferocious eyes was gently grasped in mid-air. The little stars wandering in this information world were revealed, and they quickly gathered in his hand, reorganizing an image composed of Lantern made of brass-colored metal and clear glass.

"What a pity." He sighed in a low voice, his voice cold and indifferent, with suppressed madness.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body instantly became blurred and decomposed into streams of misty light composed of complex knowledge, surging out of the information world like a torrent.

After he left, Amon, wearing a black classical robe, suddenly appeared where he was.

He pinched the monocle on his right eye, looked at the surroundings deeply for a while, and said to himself:
"Interesting. In that state, his status has surpassed that of the 'Emperor of Knowledge'. If I hadn't left a backup plan before, he would have been expelled from this information world just now."

"I only collected the information here and did not choose to take away the characteristics. I am very cautious."

While talking to himself, he gently moved his monocle, and noisy ravings full of madness and depravity suddenly appeared, creating a thick and oppressive shadow curtain in this information world.

Behind the shadow curtain, an extremely crazy and extremely depressing gaze cast from an unknown place.

The arrival of an extremely majestic and crazy will brought the basic information that built this information world to a standstill. The whole world seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, motionless and silent.

The ruins of the city and the bodies of those monsters were gradually stained with a layer of viscous black liquid, which became more and more abundant and thicker, eventually forming a dark, viscous "ocean" full of depravity.

Darkness became the main color here, and the entire information world trembled violently, as if something extremely terrifying was gestating in this "ocean" full of depravity.

The whimpering wind whipped up a dark storm, carrying a crazy will and descending here.

Amon's clothes were swaying in the whimpering wind. There was always a smile on his lips, and the emotions in his eyes were deep and restrained.

"Show me what you look like after you're free from madness."

As he spoke, he took off the monocle he was wearing, pinched the edge of the lens with his right thumb and index finger, and shook it slightly.

A layer of pale white light appeared on the surface of the lens, and an illusory bell sounded above his head, quickly spreading throughout the entire information world.

The shadow of the ancient mottled stone wall clock above his head was swaying slightly, and the two ancient mottled hands on it were rotating counterclockwise at an extremely fast speed, rolling up an indescribable invisible torrent, driving this world of information. Move against the long river of time.

Under the dark, sticky "ocean" full of depravity, the separated monsters quickly gathered together, quickly collapsed, and fell into sleep underground again, and the destroyed city returned to its original state.

The dark, viscous liquid full of depravity seeped down from the gaps between the city buildings, and soon revealed the original appearance of the city. The only difference was that in the palace complex in the center of the city, an exaggerated of cross.

Amon put the monocle back to his right eye and stepped forward. In the next moment, his figure appeared under the exaggerated cross.

He quietly stared at the huge cross in front of him for a moment, then calmly said:

"The consciousness you projected should be partially awake. Don't you want to see me?"

As he finished speaking, the shadow under the huge cross suddenly became dark and sticky, stretched back continuously, became slender, and suddenly stretched out, like layers of virtual black wings falling down, revealing the figure behind. .

His black hair reaches his shoulders and is slightly curled, and he has a pair of eyes that seem to be covered with shadows.

Wearing a black robe wrapped with silver threads, engraved with complex symbols, and hung with gorgeous accessories, he held a pitch-black cane, and most of his body was submerged in the dark, sticky shadow.

His eyes were very calm, without any hint of madness. He allowed Amon to look at him for a while, and then he slowly said:

"Before I completely pollute this place, what do you want me to communicate with?"

Amon paused for a moment and asked an irrelevant question: "Why Sasril?"

Saslier walked out of the shadows, folded his hands on the black cane, and said in a voice with no emotion:

"I was born from the extreme emotions when the original body fell, plus the recovery of the authority from Sasriel. After the crazy part fell into a deep sleep due to the specialness here, the remaining 'I' got closer to Sasriel. "

"Whether you acknowledge my existence or not, I will eventually return."

(End of this chapter)