Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 648 Raid and Traps

Under the cover of dusk light, the sticky black fog gradually became thinner and dissipated bit by bit. The double doors formed by red magma and light blue flames continued to shake, making an illusory, teeth-grinding creaking sound, as if they would collapse at any time due to the pressure.

The orange-red evening light was like a huge straight sword, piercing down from the sky and sinking into the bright red floating in the air, constantly highlighting various faces.

On the pool of bright red liquid, faces groaned in agony like mutterings. The sound carried an extremely evil and filthy aura. Just hearing it would make the extraordinary people in the port either lose control directly, suffer serious injuries, become mentally confused, or be cursed.

Below, Snarna's body was ignited and continued to expand, transforming into a giant surrounded by blazing white and red flames. With both hands, he dragged out a blood-stained, flaming sword in the air.

In the light of dusk, He suddenly leaped up, and slashed down with the long sword in his hand, piercing through the scarlet liquid from bottom to top. Red flames rose out of thin air and transformed into swords of different shapes, piercing into the faces protruding from the bright red liquid from different angles.

The bright red liquid dissipated instantly, turning into a shower of red raindrops that fell down, and were evaporated by the orange-red dusk light before hitting the ground.

"what!!"

A piercing scream sounded out of nowhere, piercing the spirit, causing Snarna's body to tremble briefly and become somewhat stiff. His mind suddenly went blank, and he temporarily lost all thoughts.

The next second, a huge and weird arm stretched out from the spiritual world. The surface of this arm was dark and sticky, with evil liquid flowing in it, and all kinds of strange things growing on it. The feeling of extreme evil, extreme filth, and extreme depravity quickly spread and polluted the surroundings.

Scarlet things kept coming out of the bright red rain and were caught by the suddenly stretched out arms.

After getting what it wanted, the arm pulled away without hesitation, retracting back into the spirit world and moving away from this side.

Snarna came back to his senses with a faint fire in his eyes. He looked in the direction where the arm was pulled away and gritted his teeth and said:

"Shea"

"The Rose School, and the demon just now. Who is plotting against us?"

After Sua left with the characteristics of the summoned bright red thing, the orange-red dusk light quickly dissipated, and the crimson moonlight enveloped the place again.

Renekton withdrew his hand from Bugs Bunny's ear, folded his hands over his chest, and said thoughtfully:
"That wasn't the 'dark side of the universe', but it did have the divinity of the 'dark side of the universe', as well as extreme madness, like an out-of-control monster."

Renekton suddenly chuckled, and he thought of a possibility. The fact that Angrewild was able to mobilize the "Dark Side of the Universe" which was in a bad state before, and the reward given must be related to the method of avoiding the pollution of the "Mother Tree of Desire".

"In a high sequence, the best way to avoid contamination is to die once, and the 'audience' happens to be very good at stripping off some of the identities they once had."

"The 'Dark Side of the Universe' is cleaning up the pollution of the 'Mother Tree of Desire' by stripping off its identity and transferring its characteristics to alleviate its own condition. Those polluted characteristics have been recovered by Sua. No wonder I felt that He gave me the feeling of being corrupted and filthy in addition to being evil and crazy just now."

"Boss, what are you talking about?" Bugs Bunny looked at Renekton in confusion. It could clearly understand every word, but when they were put together, they became words that the rabbit could not understand.

"I'm impressed by the courage of the Dark Side of the Universe. He must have stripped off many of his own characteristics and used this self-mutilation method to get rid of pollution. Now, He may have fallen from the status of a true god."

Renekton gave a brief explanation, not caring whether Bugs Bunny understood or not, and directly led it to transform into a torrent of information and flow into the depths of the spirit world.

In Hitlon, the capital of Uttar Pradesh, the sky was shrouded in thick clouds. Several airships emerged from the fog. On the side of the airships, the triangular holy emblem of the Steam Church was painted.

The performance of these airships built by the Steam Church is obviously stronger than those controlled by other countries and church forces. They make very little noise when flying in the air, which is almost drowned out by the sound of the wind. They shuttle between clouds and mist, making it difficult for people on the ground to observe them.

One after another, the airships moved lightly in an arc in the air, dropping missiles wrapped in metal shells towards the brightest areas of the city.

A "light" composed of pure knowledge poured out from the void, quickly passing through the shells, disintegrating their structure from the inside and causing them to misfire.

On the ground, there was a government building with no firelight coming out of it, but the interior was brightly lit, making it seem like daytime.

Russell stood in front of the French window, staring at the night sky, his lips curled up slightly, unable to hide his excitement and said:
"I knew that the first city that the Steam Church would raid would be here. The heads of the church's senior deacons and archbishops are like machines that have never been maintained. They have no creativity or ideas at all."

"Your metaphor and conclusion are not relevant." Beside Russell, the figure of Glenn with brown hair and brown eyes suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Russell looked at Grant in surprise and asked doubtfully:
"It's fine if you didn't go after those raiders, but why did you come back so soon? Are there any acquaintances in those airships?" "Acquaintances? There is indeed someone I know, but not that familiar." Ge Lan shook his head and didn't dwell on the topic. He continued:
"The one who sent His Holy Word Angel, in this land, even if He is still asleep, His angel can easily display strength beyond its own sequence."

"So I won't be involved in the subsequent events. The flexibility of information creatures makes me more suitable for roaming support rather than deeply participating in a battlefield."

"Like you said before, the time when he is asleep is their best chance to attack. Once they miss this time, even if Steam and Sun join forces, they will be suppressed."

"How can you, a 'sage' of the Moss Ascetic Order, be so confident in other people's gods?" Roselle chuckled and joked.

Ge Lan looked straight ahead calmly and said in a calm tone:
“We believe in knowledge, truth and wisdom, not narrow self-perception with a strong personal touch.”

Roselle wisely did not continue the topic, and looked up at the sky leisurely. The thick clouds covering the entire city had dissipated at some point, revealing the crimson half moon behind it.

Under the red moon, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns that could not be described specifically appeared in the sky, shaking, creaking, and slowly opening.

Inside the gate, there was a darkness with no end in sight, and inside, there were numerous indescribable eyes staring out towards the outside world.

A cold wind with a fishy smell blew out from behind the gate, quickly sweeping across the entire sky. Bright yellow runes lit up on the airships, bursting with the light of the sun's field, isolating the weeping cold wind.

Suddenly, a huge, somewhat illusory dark green figure rushed out from the gate, swimming and circling in the sky at an extremely fast speed, circling all the airships.

Its entire body is covered with huge dark green scales, with white feathers growing in the gaps. Each feather and scale has strange symbols of different shapes. Pale flames burn in its eye sockets, and a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out behind it.

This is a feathered serpent, a real feathered serpent!

Prak Eggers, who was wearing a dark windbreaker, was lifted up by an invisible spirit and floated above the head of the feathered serpent. He saluted the huge feathered serpent with a respectful look and said:

"Excuse me, Mr. Tanas."

The feathered serpent called Tanas gently shook its huge head, and its sharp and indifferent voice reached Prak's ears directly:

"In compliance with the contract left by the God of Death, this will be the last free help I provide to you."

"I understand." Prak nodded slightly.

The huge feathered serpent stopped talking and casually flapped its wings behind it, and a cold wind immediately blew around it.

Countless undead spirits were looming around, wailing, screaming, and staring at every living creature with resentment, as if the underworld was projected over.

The smell of decay, cold, and death quickly corroded the pale golden light on the airship as it took off. The surface of the airship became visibly mottled and decayed, as if it was being dragged along the road of death.

"Woo woo." The hard-to-hear and indescribable "language of the dead" emanated from the feathered serpent's throat.

The sound directly penetrated the pale golden light on the airship, bypassed the bodies of the extraordinary people in the airship, and attacked their spirits.

Inside the airship, everyone's bodies were aging and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their eyes became cloudy, their hair turned gray, age spots appeared on their skin, and their bodies emitted a rotten smell.

The airship at the front suddenly emanated circles of warm light, encompassing all the airships trapped in the air, purifying the power of the surrounding death realm and causing it to quickly dissipate.

Deep in the sky, a blazing white flame suddenly appeared, moving rapidly through the clouds like a meteor, a heavy, sharp spear, shooting towards the eye socket of the huge feathered serpent with unstoppable momentum.

At the same time, a transparent soul emerged beside Prak.

He was dressed like a court earl of the last century, with shoes that curved upward with an exaggerated arc, a gold-lined coat that bulged high at the shoulders and thighs, and trousers tucked into white socks.

(End of this chapter)