Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 657 Invitation

"Woo" the unknown "Iron-Blooded Knight" uttered a painful groan.

He tried to reignite his body, but was interrupted by a slight whimper in his ear. His body felt numb and his blood seemed to be frozen. He felt as if he was possessed by wronged spirits or evil spirits. He could not make any effective response and could only watch death approaching, feeling his vitality slipping away faster and faster in despair.

In the bronze gate, countless skeletal arms, slippery tentacles with baby faces, and vines as thick as arms and covered with evil eyes stretched out, falling into a deep sleep around them. The Intis army, unable to resist, dragged them into the underworld behind the gate one by one.

In the manor on the north bank of the Pas River Valley, huge and pure streams of information poured out from the void, quickly converging and reorganizing Renekton's body.

In his hand was a metal mask decorated with white feathers. His body was stained with a strong smell of death. His hair had turned a lot grayer, and his skin had become pale and transparent, and one could faintly see the distorted and swaying starlight beneath his skin.

He let out a long breath, then put the mask in his hand into the golden box that Bernadette had used to hold the pale death, and rearranged a layer of spiritual wall.

This is the "Pale Death" he recreated. Although it lacks the characteristics of the "Archon of Death", this does not affect the effectiveness of this sealed object. He has just used this item to go to the underworld and affect the battlefield through the bronze gate opened by Prak Eggers.

"It's a pity that there are too few 'gatekeepers' above the level of demigods. Otherwise, with the help of the cover and transit of the underworld, I can quickly travel to various battlefields."

While sighing, Renekton sat down in the armchair beside him, rubbing his fingers gently, creating bright starlight around him, and scattering one clear and bright ray after another, purifying the breath of death on his body and adjusting his own state.

After a moment, the aura of death that permeated his body was completely purified, his hair turned back to golden color, and his skin regained its blood color.

"The underworld opened up by Greygari is indeed very special. Except for the angels in the realm of death, other living creatures cannot adapt to the environment there. Even if I can simulate changing my own state and breath, I still cannot completely isolate myself from the influence. Fortunately, mythical creatures are almost not limited by lifespan, otherwise I would have died of old age if I went there a few more times."

As he sighed, Renekton's eyes suddenly lost focus and became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm, obviously out of focus and vast.

In his mind, one picture after another flashed through his mind. Some were of the Pas River Valley and the coastal areas of Uttar Pradesh, and some were near the Star Plateau and the ancient forest area.

Different places were all shrouded in flames of war. Some were defended, while others were not.
After receiving the information, Renekton let out a long sigh. The outcome of the war was not ideal.

"'Primitive Moon' and 'Mother Tree of Desire' have also begun to intervene. The reaction of the Spiritual Cult is somewhat unexpected. The Royal Faction is still watching. The Artificial Death God Faction has provided some help. Is this the influence of 'Dark Night'?"

"We need to contact the Church of the Earth and the Blood Clan and ask them to help fight against the believers of the 'Original Moon' and the 'Mother Tree of Desire'. This way we can free up extra forces to forcefully occupy the Ancient Forest and expel Feysac."

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly pried open the aura of the gray fog on his body and made contact with Klein who was staying above the gray fog.

Above the gray fog, Klein looked at the red light that suddenly surged in front of him, rubbed his forehead, and said helplessly:
"You acted like an uninvited guest without even knocking."

With Klein's tacit consent, the crimson light quickly condensed, highlighting Renekton's figure. He smiled and spoke calmly:

"If you mind, I can fill in the missing process."

"Please tell Mr. Moon that I want to meet a big shot from the blood clan."

"Cooperation?" Klein asked.

Renekton nodded and said calmly, "The followers of 'Primal Moon' and 'Mother Tree of Desire' are taking advantage of the situation. We need some external forces to balance them."

Klein hesitated and said, "The more forces there are, the harder it will be to control the situation. Aren't you worried that things will get out of control?"

Renekton shook his head and explained briefly:

"What really determines the outcome of the war is the final battle of gods. Right now, each of us is just trying to shake the other's anchor, affect the other's state, and hinder the other's progress."

After a pause, he looked at Klein and laughed, then explained in more detail:

"The True Creator needs a sufficient number of normal anchors, and I need a grand ceremony."

"This is why Intis's 'Eternal Blazing Sun' and 'Steam' are so eager to start a war. Only by interrupting our rhythm can they be sure to start a war between gods."

"Ritual. Ceremony of becoming a god?" Klein murmured, his tone suddenly shocked, but he felt it was natural.

"Yes and no." Renekton shook his head without explaining further.

After a brief exchange, Renekton detached his consciousness from the gray fog, then set up a ceremony to summon Bernadette's messenger, and handed the golden box containing the "Pale Death" to her messenger.

After the messenger left, he also turned into a torrent of information, surging rapidly towards the direction of the Harvest Plains. Backlund had just left Russ Bathory's villa when a thick gray fog suddenly surged in front of Emlyn's eyes. A deep red light quickly rose and then quickly retracted, condensing into the figure of Renekton.

Renekton's voice echoed in Emlyn's ears:

"Please tell Mr. Moon that I want to meet a big shot from the blood clan."

He repeated it twice, and then the gray fog in front of Emlyn quickly dissipated as soon as he finished speaking.

He murmured in confusion:

"I want to meet a big shot of our blood clan. Can I meet him whenever I want and can I arrange it whenever I want?"

After a pause, he continued to mutter to himself:
"Lord Duke Olmer should still be staying in Backlund, but how can I meet Him? I haven't completed the tests and tasks He arranged for me."

"Go find Marquis Nibais? That would require a suitable reason."

After thinking for a while, Emlyn shook his head without any good ideas. He stopped a carriage and prepared to go back to the Harvest Church in the south area of ​​the bridge. He had not done his volunteer work today.

In a room with closed curtains on the second floor of Russ Bathory's house, a tall and very upright figure stood calmly in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking through the curtains in the direction where Emlyn left.

His hair color was lighter, almost silver, his eyes were bright red, as if containing blood, and his temperament was extremely noble.

With a creaking sound, the door behind him was pushed open, and Russ Bathory walked in. He stopped two meters away from him and saluted respectfully, saying:

"Count Mistral, I have sold the two items you asked me to give to Emlyn White."

"Very good." Mistral, who was called the Count, nodded slightly and responded.

Ruth Bathory hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask out of curiosity:
"Your Excellency, what do the forces behind Emlyn White want to do by collecting items from the Trunsost Empire?"

"I don't know either. This is what Duke Olmer meant. Perhaps it has something to do with the treasure left behind by the former Terensost Empire."

Mistral shook his head and gave a brief explanation, then his body transformed into a group of vampire bats that were between reality and illusion and flew out of the room.

The city of Hatis, located at the easternmost end of the Harvest Plains, has not changed much from before except that there are more people flowing here. It seems that it has not been affected at all by the fierce war in the Parth Valley and Uttar Pradesh.

A torrent of complex information, wave after wave, poured out from the void, circled twice over the city, and then sank into the natural church surrounded by flowers and green plants.

In the prayer hall, Archbishop Martina sat quietly at the front of all the seats, closest to the Holy Emblem of Life.

She was wearing a priest robe embroidered with flowers and wheat ears. When Renekton appeared, she turned her head and looked over with a calm expression, as if she had already anticipated this scene.

Renekton walked straight to her and sat down in the seat next to her. The believers who were walking in the hall and praying seemed to be completely oblivious to what was happening and ignored him.

Before he could speak, Archbishop Martina of the Great Church spoke first:

"There are many unfamiliar faces in Hatis recently. They are not quiet and always frequently contact those hiding in the shadows."

Renekton nodded calmly, and instead of continuing the topic, he asked:
"Are you interested in spreading the glory of the 'Mother Goddess' in a brand new field?"

"A brand new field?" Martina asked back curiously.

Renekton smiled, then nodded and said:

“A world that is both real and fake, a world woven from countless pieces of information that simulate reality, can be understood as a special dream that is connected in series and covers a wide range.”

"As an information world, it does not have as many restrictions as the real world. Communication between people is not affected by distance, and the flow of knowledge is extremely convenient. Everyone can enter it to learn, communicate, and even do some theory-based experiments."

"I wonder if the Church of the Earth is interested in participating in this. Once this world is officially operational, you can complete some experiments that are not mature enough in reality. You can also promote the value of life and the joy of a good harvest."

Martina was silent for a while before exclaiming:
"I have some understanding of the idea that everything is number that the Moss Ascetic Order believes in, but I never thought that they could really create such a world."

(End of this chapter)