Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 649 Psychotherapy
The figure that suddenly appeared stared blankly ahead, stretched out his right hand, and whispered in ancient Hermetic language:
"No arson is allowed here."

"No provocation allowed here."

"It is forbidden to change the weather here."

Every "forbidden" he uttered was enhanced by some kind of power, showing an effect beyond the level of a saint.

The blazing white flame that shot out became unstable, the surrounding flames weakened a lot, and the spear formed by the flames showed signs of collapse.

In the darkness brought by the huge feathered serpent blocking the moonlight, shadows swayed like flowing water, extending out dark, illusory, but solid shackles, carrying the power from the fallen realm, wrapping around the blazing white flaming spear from different directions, locking it firmly in place, making it difficult to break free for a while.

Seeing that the people who attacked it were stopped, the pale flames burning in the eyes of Quetzalcoatl became more intense. Its figure emerged in the eyes of the undead reflected from the underworld. It looked from all directions at the airships that it had circled, and stared at the people in the airships from a distance.

Silently, the airship disintegrated, scattering into countless parts corroded by rust, along with a pile of rotten flesh and bones.

In just a few breaths, the airship fleet sent by the Steam Church was completely destroyed.

Boom! Boom!
Silver-white lightning struck down and hit the dark and illusory shackles, creating a brief gap.

The blazing white flames gushed out and fled into the distance.

Prak looked at the retreating flame, then nodded slightly to the huge feathered serpent and said:

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Tanas."

The feathered serpent with pale flames burning in its eyes looked back at Prak, nodded slightly, then moved its huge body and disappeared into the sky along with the projected underworld.

In front of the French window, Russell looked at the scene in astonishment, then turned his head to look at Grant who had already sat back in his chair, and said, "Hey,

"No wonder you don't seem to be worried about accidents at all. Who would have thought that there is a feathered serpent here?"

"That's a real feathered serpent, right? It doesn't look like the mythical creature form of a Beyonder?"

Ge Lan nodded slightly and introduced in a calm tone:
"He is the guardian of the underworld left behind by the previous God of Death. He has a certain connection with the Eggers family. He can borrow the power of the underworld to a certain extent. His status and strength are close to that of a Sequence One angel."

Russell nodded thoughtfully and said with emotion:

"As expected of an angel family that once had a true god, the family assets are rich."

Grant nodded in agreement, then skipped the topic and said:
"It's time to go back to the Pas River Valley. Our mission is to forge as many weapons as possible. With the 'Angel of the Word' here, plus a feathered serpent that has appeared before, there won't be a second attack before we are well prepared."

"I didn't expect that I would still be doing the work of a 'craftsman' even though I am no longer a 'craftsman'."

Russell shook his head and sighed, his tone full of helplessness. He had agreed to work for him to pay off his debt after saving me, but now I haven't even been resurrected yet, and I've already started working. What a shame.
After sighing a few times in his heart, he suddenly felt that he had been deceived. I could have stayed at home in the grave peacefully until I was resurrected, but he brought me out to work!

As he thought about it, Russell felt that his mood suddenly became not so good. He laughed at himself twice and suddenly said:

"After that guy took on the 'Knowledge Emperor' trait that I left behind, he gained a lot of traits, including the 'Generalist' trait of Sequence 9 to Sequence 2. Why not train him to be a 'Knowledge Mentor'?"

Ge Lan smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"The several saints of the Moss Ascetic Order are not very interested in changing their paths. As for the other high-sequence 'Peepers' or 'Comprehensives', they either belong to the 'Steam' Church or the 'Night' Church."

“What we lack right now is not features, but the right talent.”

“Ah~” Russell sighed, and said helplessly: “There are so many good and evil gods, but he chose the one with the most enemies as his ally. He really has a spirit of challenge!”

As the words fell, the bright stars in the room gathered together and gradually formed an illusory door covered with mysterious patterns, which included the figures of Russell and Grant. Then it shattered into pieces of light blue stardust and slowly disappeared.

On the south bank of the Pas River Valley, in the Red Rose Church of Innisnis, the figures of Renekton and Bugs Bunny stand out in the clergy lounge behind the prayer hall.

As if he had expected it, Sasriel nodded slightly to Renekton, then pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

After Renekton sat down, Sasriel spoke gently:

"You need some psychological counseling, which will help you stabilize your state and accept that characteristic as soon as possible."

"Are you also a part-time psychologist now?" Renekton asked with a smile. Sasriel explained briefly: "In order to facilitate the handling of affairs, the main body separated a part of the 'Insight' characteristics for me to 'herd'."

As he spoke, a pair of eyes appeared behind Sasriel, a pair of dark golden vertical pupils, the pupils were dark and gloomy, as if containing a unreal, borderless maze.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Renekton felt that his ever-restless emotions were calmed, his thoughts became clearer, and he no longer always wanted to expose himself to the moonlight.

Letting out a long breath, Renekton removed the illusion that concealed his appearance. Under his translucent skin, countless stars were twinkling, twisting and pulling out evil eyes. In these eyes, a faint crimson emerged.

"Relax and don't resist."

Sasriel's voice is so gentle that people unconsciously want to trust him and rely on him.

Renekton did not reject the influence of this mental realm. He slowly closed his eyes and calmed himself through meditation.

Under the gaze of the eyes behind Sasriel, the shadow under Renekton gradually became three-dimensional and substantial.

Relying on the power of corruption and the spiritual realm, Sasriel stripped away the negative and corrupted thoughts from Renekton and combined them with the shadow to form an uncontrollable corrupted creature.

As soon as the fallen creature with shadow as its carrier took shape, a "Blade of Flesh and Soul" originating from the fallen realm emerged out of thin air and directly penetrated and killed the fallen creature.

At this moment, Renekton felt that he had become calmer than ever before, and the pollution of the "original moon" in his body had subsided.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he immediately calmed his mind and began to analyze the pollution belonging to the "original moon" in his body, dissolving it bit by bit.

In this state, his connection with the "original moon" was strengthened, and in a trance, he saw a deep red full moon, full of vitality and incomparably beautiful.

As Renekton's thoughts floated, cold, indifferent, eyelashless eyes containing countless bright stars appeared around the red moon. They stared at the red moon indifferently, disintegrating its appearance bit by bit, revealing the indescribable and indescribable mass of flesh that kept wriggling behind the red moon.

The master of all negative forces in the universe, the embodiment of beauty, in a sense the most beautiful existence in the entire universe. Although everyone has a different definition of beauty, isn't this appearance a bit too distorted?

Life, spirituality, beauty, darkness, weirdness, desolation, plants, soul, it is indeed a systematic authority, covering so many areas.

Gathering his thoughts, Renekton began to analyze the information contained in the indescribable wriggling mass of flesh, breaking it down and dissolving it bit by bit.

Time passed by unknowingly, and the stained glass windows on the wall had already let in some faint light of the morning sun.

On the chair in front of the desk, Renekton's skin was no longer translucent. The constantly distorted starlight was obscured by the surface flesh and blood. Only when you look into his eyes can you see the still swaying starlight.

After a long exhalation, Renekton slowly opened his eyes and nodded gently to Sasriel who was still sitting back.

"Thank you for your help. This has greatly accelerated my progress in accommodating the 'Knowledge Emperor' trait."

Sasriel nodded slightly and responded calmly: "Intis's army has arrived. This war may last for a long time. Our high-level forces will be very strained to resist attacks from multiple directions at the same time."

"There is no other way. It takes too long to train a saint, or even an angel."

Renekton smiled bitterly and shook his head. He already had more than one rich angelic characteristic, but he had never found the right person to train him.

Sasriel leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped, nodded slightly, and fell into thought for a moment.

After a moment, he looked up at Renekton and said calmly:
"We need to take control of the Ancient Forest as soon as possible, or destroy all the waterways and ports of the Feysac Empire there."

"By taking control of the entire northern region of the Southern Continent and all external ports, we can cut off the connection between the southern and northern continents to the greatest extent possible and limit the number of troops that can land in the northern continent."

Renekton nodded slightly. His thoughts were the same as Sasriel's. The two continued to discuss some topics until the sky outside the stained glass window was bright. Only then did Renekton stand up and say goodbye.

Back at the manor on the north bank of the Pas Valley, Renekton wrote a letter to Bernadette, hoping to extract some of the characteristics of the "Archon of Death" from the Pale Death, and then he would use his own abilities to restore the Pale Death.

After writing the letter, he set up a simple ritual to summon Bernadette's messenger. In the astonished eyes of the "speedster", he handed the folded letter to her.

(End of this chapter)