Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 565 Triss’s Awakening
The mechanical glove Renekton wore on his right hand lit up with a faint brilliance. This brilliance fell on Katarina, peeling off part of her spirituality and all kinds of crazy and depraved thoughts growing in her heart, and separated them from those underneath her. Shadow union.

Under her body, the shadow filled with fallen thoughts and spirituality suddenly came to life, flowing rapidly, forming an independent creature that was somewhat similar to her, but out of control.

With the appearance of this shadow creature, the dense spiderweb-like threads in the room began to shrink and roll abnormally, as if there was a disagreement, and they were fighting against themselves.

Catalina's eyes flashed slightly as she recovered some thoughts from her absent-minded state. Black flames and white frost moved around on the illusory thin lines invisible to the naked eye, fighting against each other and destroying everything around her.

Snapped!
Renekton raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The flames and frost in the room quickly became lighter and thinner, losing their original intensity. Their confrontation was always embodied in this room and could not cause much damage.

Catalina's face darkened, and she looked at the figure who was somewhat similar to herself, her eyes flashing slightly.

The movements of the strange creature, a mixture of shadows and corrupted thoughts, slowed down little by little, as if bound by invisible threads. A layer of stone gray gradually appeared on its surface until it completely turned into a gray stone statue.

Catalina looked at the stone statue standing in front of her with an ugly expression. She could no longer feel the existence of her limbs below the waist. While she was petrifying the strange shadow creature, she was also being petrified by it.

She looked at Renekton who appeared by the window and reached out to pat Triss on the back. Her voice became serious and said with some impatience that she was not even aware of:
"What did you do? Why was I so impulsive and reckless to fight with it?"

"It's just amplifying certain thoughts and emotions in your heart. Stepping into the trap so easily only shows that your accumulation in the 'Assassin' stage is not enough."

Renekton imitated Katarina's previous words and taunted her. While speaking, he continued to slap Triss on the back.

"Cough! Cough!"

Triss couldn't help but cough after being photographed, her cheeks turned red from suppressing the pain, and she kept spitting out dark red and black flesh from her mouth, filling the air with an unpleasant stench.

"Ahem~ Okay, okay, me"

Bang! Red flames mixed with pitch-black flames appeared out of thin air in the room, jumped up suddenly, not only spread outwards, but quickly engulfed the entire hotel.

The flames suddenly created chaos when they touched Renekton, forming a vortex that isolated the flames.

He glanced at the position where Catalina was just now, raised his right hand halfway, and whispered in dragon language: "Frost!"

With him as the center, streams of crystal-clear light rose up in mid-air, fell on the blazing flames, extinguished them instantly, leaving a thick layer of frost on the floor, walls, ceiling, etc., and hung a Another ice edge.

Catalina's figure has disappeared from the room, leaving only a few mirror fragments blackened by flames on the ground, and gray and white stones scattered on the ground.

"Did you let her go on purpose?" Triss looked at Renekton with some suspicion and confusion.

The latter did not answer her question and said calmly: "Nighthawks and Punishers will arrive here soon. Do you have any other hiding places?"

"Bridge South District, No. 81 Tamak Street." Triss said without hesitation one of the several strongholds she had prepared in Backlund.

Renekton nodded slightly, put a hand on her shoulder, and their figures quickly disappeared transparently.

Shortly after they left, the howling wind drowned out the noisy voices around them, and an astonishingly imposing middle-aged man fell from the wind.

He is Raydal Valentine, the new head of Backlund Parish of the Church of Storms, replacing the transferred "Singer of God" Ace Snake.

He has a very strong figure, with his loose Storm Priest robe fully stretched out. His hair is dark blue and almost black, and his earlobes are larger. His eyes seem to contain lightning and storm at all times, and he stares at the hanging hanging on the eaves of the building with undisguised anger. In the icy cheap hotel, the wind whistled in his ears, but it was not urgent, as if it was conveying some news to him.

"Fire, frost, bacteria and viruses still remain in the air. It's those witches again, huh, a group of crazy and troublesome women."

After muttering a few words in a low voice, the strong wind swirling around him suddenly became fierce, lifting his body and flying away from the neighborhood. At the end of the street, members of the Punisher Team had already arrived.

In the South District of the Bridge, No. 81 Tamak Street, a three-story building with a pointed roof and red brick wall.

The figures of Renekton and Triss were outlined out of thin air. He reluctantly took back his hand on Triss's shoulder, walked to the wall, and turned on the gas wall lamp in the room.

Triss reached out and pulled the men's shirt that slid down to her shoulders. She looked tired and whispered seductively:
"If you like it, I can let you touch it for a while longer, or you can experience real pleasure with me, as a reward for saving me just now."

Renekton took a few steps closer and looked at her. In the eyes of the other party's eager and provocative eyes, he stretched out his hand to button the men's shirt on her body one by one. He stood up the collar and wrapped her body tightly. Reality.

Ignoring Triss's confused and then angry mood, he took two steps back and said calmly:

"Rather than this kind of reward, I would rather you discount it and give it to me."

"You really are." Triss opened her mouth to say something, but thinking of the brief fight between him and Catalina just now, she swallowed back the unfinished words and said instead:
"Why did you let her go on purpose? Do you want to pity her, or are you afraid of the Witch Cult behind her?" Renekton shook his head expressionlessly and said:
"I'm just a little curious about the current status of the 'Original Witch'."

"Although I am sure to kill her, it is not something I can do easily. The vitality of the 'Eternal Witch' is as tenacious as the rats in the sewer. It can be eliminated, but it is difficult to kill her completely, not to mention that there are still people beside me. You are such a drag."

"And I have just reached a cooperation with Heiye, so it is not suitable to cause too much noise in Backlund."

Triss didn't pay attention to Renekton's words. She reached out to unbutton her shirt and turned around to walk to the closet at the end of the room.

When she approached the closet, the men's shirt on her body slipped off, revealing the snow-white skin underneath, which was looming among the loose hair, which was extremely charming.

A few red flames suddenly burst out from the men's shirt that fell to the ground, and were quickly burned out.

After taking off her shirt, she kicked off her shoes and reached for the waistband of her pants.
Renekton's throat moved. He swallowed and turned around with difficulty. He walked to the stained glass window and reached out to open the window, letting the cold night wind soothe his suddenly restless mind and body.

Sensing the movement behind her, Triss curled her lips and showed a calm and charming smile. She picked clothes in the wardrobe without moving quickly or slowly.

After almost ten minutes, she put on a black and purple palace dress and stepped on the wooden floor with her bare feet. The sound of every step seemed to be able to move people's hearts.

Renekton saw her figure through the reflection on the glass window, and said in a calm voice:

"It seems that you are quite adaptable to being a woman. Do you still want to take a new path and become an 'Iron-Blooded Knight'?"

"This is just for show." Triss defended herself with her chest rising and falling slightly.

After a second's pause, she continued:

"I have finished digesting the potion of the 'Pain Witch'. Next, you should tell me the potion formula of the 'Iron-Blooded Knight' and what are the rituals required for promotion?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"Of course, otherwise why would I come to you?"

"The ritual of the 'Iron-Blooded Knight' is very simple for you. Form a team of at least thirty people and cultivate a deep comradeship with them. Let them become stronger one after another and cooperate with each other tacitly. They can understand themselves based on their eyes and movements. The meaning is that they are almost one with each other, and then they form a ceremony.”

"The higher the strength and tacit understanding of the team, the better the effect of the ceremony."

Triss's expression became strange, she was silent for two seconds, and finally she couldn't help but complained:
"Simple? It's quite simple for me to develop a team of at least thirty bed partners, but to become comrades with them, is this what a witch should do? Are you sure you won't become a comrade in the end?"

Renekton chuckled in response to her words:
"So the selection is very important. Backlund is not suitable for cultivating a private team now. You can choose to go to the sea or the southern continent. I will find someone to replace you here."

After a moment of silence, Triss unexpectedly rejected the proposal. She said in a calm and hoarse voice:

"I don't plan to leave Backlund until I complete my revenge. This metropolis is not just a jungle of steel and desire. A qualified 'Hunter' can be trained here."

"The awareness is good. If you can maintain this mentality, you have a high probability of becoming an 'Iron-Blooded Knight'. Once you change paths, the connection between the 'Original Witch' and you will be completely severed."

Renekton crossed his arms on his chest, commented in a calm tone, and then told her the complete potion formula of "Iron-Blooded Knight".

At the end, he added: "I asked for this potion formula from someone else, and you need to pay the price yourself."

"Of course." Triss nodded calmly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her eyes blur for a moment. When she came back to her senses, Renekton's figure by the window had disappeared, and the window that was originally open had been closed.

"Already left? I didn't feel anything unusual at all. And just now, it seemed that Catalina didn't notice when he appeared and could easily suppress the Sequence Three witch. He was already an angel, or had mastered something. A powerful sealed object? Is it a pair of mechanical gloves inlaid with gems?"

After muttering to herself for a moment, Triss suddenly fell silent, sighed heavily, sat in front of the dressing table, and looked at herself in the mirror with a complicated expression.

In the West End, in a single-family house a few streets away, countless complex and pure knowledge poured out from the spiritual realm, reorganizing Renekton's figure in the living room of the room.

He looked at Leonard, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, and chuckled:

"Don't you have to work tonight?"

(End of this chapter)