Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 564 Witch
In the large prayer hall of St. Samuel's Church, Renekton, who had closed his eyes to pray, suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the Holy Emblem of the night in front of him. His sight seemed to see a hazy illusion through the Holy Emblem. The figure is nodding to himself.

As expected of the true God of Sequence 0, he pulled me into a dream without a sound. Renekton sighed while recalling the conversation in the dream just now.

Lilith's "Emperor of Knowledge" feature can only be obtained when I am promoted to "Hermit". After becoming a "Hermit", I can pry the seal left by Tianzun and borrow power and status from the main body. Forget it, now only the "Knowledge Emperor" characteristic of the Church of Steam is left to choose.

After gathering his thoughts, he stood up from his seat, walked to the offering box in front, put two gold coins into it, and then turned around and left.

As soon as he reached the side of the prayer hall, he bumped into Leonard who was walking out of the church.

Leonard just subconsciously looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, then passed him directly and walked to the other side of the church.

As the two passed by, Renekton turned his head and whispered:
"It seems that grandpa is recovering well. Just in time, I have found where the things I want to steal are. Ask him when he is free and give me an answer tonight."

After saying that, he walked quickly outside the church without looking back, leaving only his back in Leonard's eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Leonard came back to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and whispered to himself: "Old man, he"

"That impolite boy just changed his appearance." Pales' old voice interrupted Leonard's words.

"Faceless man?" Leonard reacted quickly, thinking of some information he had read within the church.

The Church of Dark Night also has the habit of cultivating "divinationists". There is no shortage of low-sequence information on this path within the church. After becoming a Red Glove, Leonard already has the authority to access most of the church's information.

In his mind, Pales's voice continued to sound:

"No, the 'Wizard' always creates some strange but effective spells. Spells that can change appearance are not very unusual. Besides, he is already a 'Sage', so it is not difficult to create some small spells by himself."

"'Sage'? Which sequence is this?" Leonard whispered to himself as he walked outside the church.

"Basically equivalent to the name of this church." Pales' voice was a little annoyed and mocking, as if he felt that Leonard's promotion speed was too slow.

Equivalent to this church. Saint Samuel? .The former Archbishop of Backlund Diocese made outstanding contributions to the spread of the goddess’s faith. He entered the Kingdom of God during his lifetime and became His Excellency Saint Samuel of the Angels!

Leonard couldn't control his expression. His dark green eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. After a moment, he reacted, restrained his expression, and walked out of the church quickly.

As soon as he walked out of the church, he couldn't help but lower his head and muttered to himself:

"Old man, are you serious? Are you sure you read it correctly? He has really become an angel?"

"That is an angel. Even in major churches, he is a legendary figure recorded in the classics."

Pales, who was parasitic in Leonard's body, snorted with some dissatisfaction:
"Humph, I haven't reached the point where my eyesight is dim yet. I'm just a Sequence 2 angel. If you work harder, you might already be a saint by now."

"How is it possible? Even if I can keep up with my promotion speed, I still won't be able to save enough contributions to redeem the potion." Leonard subconsciously retorted.

"If you choose the path of belonging to the dark night, it is destined to be difficult to be promoted. Extraordinary characteristics are limited. This path is too competitive in the Church of the Dark Night."

Pales's voice was filled with dissatisfaction, dissatisfied with Leonard for not following his advice and choosing the "Sleepless One" path.

Leonard glanced at his mouth and said nonchalantly:
"Both the 'Corpse Collector' who works with corpses all day long and the 'Soothsayer' who is like a magic stick are not suitable for me. The 'Midnight Poet' is more in line with my style."

"A poet who cannot create poetry?"

Pales's unceremonious ridicule made Leonard successful in blackening his face.

In a cheap hotel room in the East District of Backlund, Triss, wearing a men's shirt and wide-leg pants, was sitting on a wooden chair, playing with an exquisite bronze mirror in her hand.

Suddenly, the bronze mirror slipped from her hands and fell to the floor, breaking into pieces.

"There's danger!" Triss suddenly became alert and stood up from the wooden chair quickly.

Illusive black flames fell from her body, scurrying around the room like black snakes, burning all the items she came into contact with.

That bronze mirror was a gadget invented by Leppard to please her. Apart from being a portable mirror for touch-ups, its only use was that it would automatically break as a warning when danger was imminent. , somewhat similar to a danger warning, except that it is stronger than the intuition of ordinary extraordinary people.

Before the flames in the room were extinguished, a layer of white frost suddenly condensed, and the temperature in the entire room dropped rapidly. The hoarfrost quickly climbed up Tris's legs and spread to her upper body, making her body so stiff that it was difficult to move.

"How could this useless mirror come so fast?" Triss complained in a low voice while igniting illusory black flames around herself, trying to melt the frost on her body.

The next second, the flames around her suddenly lost control and surged, engulfing her whole body and making a crackling explosion.

In the center of the flames, several broken mirror fragments fell to the ground.

The mirror substitute technique that witches are best at!

At the same time, a graceful figure was outlined out of thin air near the window of the hotel room. She froze there, with the men's shirt on her body sliding down to her shoulders.

Teresa's body maintained a strange posture, with one foot standing on tiptoe and the other raised high, her hands raised one after another at the same level as her chest, as if she had fallen into a strange state of sluggishness and numbness, and her neck , an abnormal blush appears on the cheeks.

Her throat suddenly felt itchy, and she coughed uncontrollably: "Cough! Cough!"

Under the wall near the door, there is a pair of dark wooden tables and chairs, with an oval dressing mirror placed on the table.

While Triss was coughing uncontrollably, water ripples crossed the surface of the dressing mirror. The surface of the mirror suddenly became dark and dark. It seemed that there were countless things and layers of spaces hidden inside, and it became a connected mirror. The passage to the middle world.

The next moment, a figure wearing a simple and holy white robe appeared in the mirror. She emerged from the dressing mirror as if she had no actual form. She grasped the invisible silk thread with both hands, adjusted her body shape in mid-air, and pulled at the same time. Triss fell into a state of sluggishness and numbness.

".It's you, cough! cough!"

Triss looked at the beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in the room, with a flash of surprise in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but cough violently.

The "White Saint" Catalina Pellet emerged from the mirror and looked at Triss with a smile in her eyes. She leaned on the edge of the table in a leisurely manner with an unconcealed sense of charm, holding the index and middle fingers of her right hand. Stirring slowly in mid-air.

Invisible threads emerged from various places under her control, binding Tris tightly, scratching her skin bit by bit, spreading the occult bacteria and viruses in the air into her body, destroying her body .

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Triss coughed harder and harder, and the sounds she made became smaller and smaller.

There was a look of distress in Catalina's eyes, and she looked at Triss with soft eyes and pity, but her soft voice seemed cold and indifferent:

"The 'assassin' is to wait patiently for the opportunity and deliver the most fatal blow to the prey at the moment when he relaxes his vigilance."

"It seems that the witch who was responsible for guiding you was not very responsible and failed in training you."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Crisp applause sounded in the corner of the room, and the two witches in the room looked at each other in astonishment.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Triss's mouth. She didn't even have the strength to look back now. Is this the suppression of a high-ranking witch? I don't even know when I was cursed.

"Is it you?" Catalina looked at the person who suddenly appeared in the corner of the room applauding. The emotions in her eyes were complicated, and in the end there was only shock and a touch of imperceptible fear.

Renekton twitched the corners of his lips, showing an insincere smile and said:
"Good evening, Ms. Catalina, we meet again."

"I didn't expect that it was you who was secretly helping Triss. No wonder I couldn't get any useful information from divination."

"How did you appear? I have been secretly observing Triss for a while, and I didn't notice your presence during this period."

As Katarina spoke, she quietly spread occult bacteria and viruses in the air. Her hair strands shook, and each strand was connected to an invisible filament.

Renekton smiled at Katarina, and the next second, his figure appeared directly behind Katarina, put his lips to her ear, and whispered:
"I am always here."

Catalina's expression suddenly became dull, and layers of murmurs echoed in her ears, as if countless insects were frantically burrowing into her mind.

Renekton looked at Katarina, who was briefly absent-minded, and raised the corner of his mouth with an indistinct arc. While he was speaking just now, he had already used the mechanical glove on his right hand to create several virtual personalities, and quietly planted seeds in the island of the other person's mind. The seeds of contagious madness.

He stretched out his right hand and patted the other party's shoulder lightly twice. The "mental plague" infected on her body broke out instantly, and all kinds of crazy and negative thoughts grew in her heart, wanting to tear up everything around her, including herself.

(End of this chapter)