Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 660 Information World
Ouroboros nodded expressionlessly. A silver light flashed in his eyes. Complex mercury-colored symbols connected with each other one after another to form a wheel. Clear and illusory shattering sounds were heard all around him, as if something invisible was quietly shattering.

"I'm not good at fighting." Ouroboros whispered as if explaining to Renekton, and then fell silent again.

In Michelle Port, people who were originally carrying out their normal activities suddenly stopped at the same time. Their eyes became blurred and absent-minded. In their minds, the memories that had been repeating over and over again during this period of time emerged one after another.

In the church at dusk, Snarna and Eugene looked at each other, one of them was ignited and turned into a red-white flame, and the other turned into a pool of flowing silver-white liquid, and they rushed out of the church one after the other.

The moment I rushed out of the church door, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. Pink petals fell from the air, and the gray-white marble ground turned into a quietly flowing stream.

An invisible force pushed them forward, and they could not look back but could only move forward.

In a trance, the falling petals and flowing streams around seemed very far away, and the surroundings became dark and gloomy. Countless stars were twinkling, outlining the shape of eyes, creating a barrier around that was isolated from the outside world and difficult to connect to.

The burning red and mercury-like silver quickly dispersed and reorganized, revealing the figures of Snarna and Eugene.

Before Renekton could speak, Snarna spoke first:

"We will leave the Ancient Forest with our army and believers and return to Feysac."

Renekton turned his head to look at Ouroboros who was expressionless beside him and asked calmly, "What do you think?"

Ouroboros still didn't show much expression. There were some ripples in his silver eyes, revealing a sense of indifference, as if he was watching the long river of fate as a bystander, looking for the right future.

After a moment, He looked at Renekton and nodded slightly:
"They do intend to evacuate. You can't stop them."

"They?" Renekton repeated, looking outward with an moved look.

A little bit of pure, thick dusk-like light emerged from the surrounding void, carrying with it a feeling of holiness and glory, as well as the breath of dusk approaching and the decay of all things covering the surroundings.

Such light gathered more and more, slowly turning into flowing water, illuminating the originally dark environment and covering the eyes outlined by the surrounding stars.

This barrier that was isolated from the outside world and difficult to connect to began to decay uncontrollably, collapsing and dissipating bit by bit.

Under the cover of dusk light, Snarna and Eugene's bodies aged rapidly. Their skin was soon covered with wrinkles, age spots appeared, and rotten liquid oozed out.

In just a few blinks of an eye, they aged to the point where they seemed about to disappear from the face of the earth.

Then, it really turned into a completely rotten liquid, evaporated completely, and disappeared in front of Renekton and Ouroboros.

"Angels with faith are really troublesome. As long as they are willing, they can always borrow some power from the gods they believe in."

With a low sigh, Renekton dispelled the surrounding barriers and looked calmly into the void, looking at Snarna and Eugene who had reappeared in the corresponding spiritual world and returned to normal.

Next to them was a gray-haired old man wearing an orange priest robe. There was not a single wrinkle on his face. He was nearly three meters tall, with simply groomed gray hair and beard. He looked energetic and radiant.

Renekton's eyes suddenly became deep, revealing a hint of deep purple. In his sight, the old man who appeared in the spirit world quickly changed his shape and turned into a Cyclops with a dark and twisted body.

Every inch of this giant's skin, every pore, and every piece of flesh and blood seem to violate normal human senses. They are combined in a special form and contain unimaginable impact.

Behind Him, orange-red light poured down from above and landed on His body, creating a desolate dusk.

In the orange-red light, an exaggerated giant sword was looming. Whenever Renekton wanted to take a closer look at the outline of the illusory giant sword, his eyes always bent unnaturally and his gaze fell elsewhere.

"It seems that we can't do anything in secret."

With a low sigh, his whole body instantly became ethereal, transformed into a torrent of information, quickly pouring into the spirit world and reconstructing his form in front of the angel from the "God of War" church.

He shook the secret puppet in his hand twice, looked at the old man in front of him, and said leisurely:
"Good afternoon, what should I call you?"

"Christopher, the 'Sword of Glory.'" Christopher's eyes fell on the puppet in Renekton's hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. The relic of an "ancient evil creature", was this the reason for the movement in the spirit world before?

Christopher's thoughts floated uncontrollably in his mind for a moment, and he quickly gathered his thoughts and nodded gently to Renekton:

"The great Knight God has sent down an oracle that Feysac will no longer be involved in the disputes within the Southern Continent or between the new regime and Intis."

"My Lord is the master of war and the protector of guns and cannons. If you wish, you can pray for my Lord's blessing in the next war. This will make your army more courageous and your guns and cannons more powerful."

The army falls under the authority of the "Red Priest", and guns and cannons belong to "steam", neither of which has anything to do with the giants. After muttering in his heart, Renekton nodded slightly at the other party, probably understanding what he wanted to express.

The high-end forces supporting the new regime in the southern continent are already on par with Intis. It would be meaningless for both sides to continue to attract allies, except to expand the scale of the war. It would be better to withdraw in time, or even provide some support to both sides at the same time, in exchange for the support of the "God of War" Church against the "Goddess of Night" Church.

You want to buy me off with such a small thing? Do you think I am too cheap?

Gathering his thoughts, Renekton nodded slightly to Christopher, the Sword of Glory, and then turned into a torrent of information, returning to Ouroboros and nodded slightly to him:

"I'll trouble you with the subsequent matters of taking over the Ancient Forest. I need to start making some preparations, and I won't be able to intervene in real life for a while."

Ouroboros didn't reply or ask, he just nodded.

I always feel that he is becoming more and more autistic. The thought flashed through his mind, and Renekton immediately gathered his thoughts. His body instantly became ethereal, decomposing into huge streams of information, surging towards the distance like a torrent.

Back in the Pas River Valley, Renekton appeared in the corresponding spiritual world. Under his feet, a somewhat illusory river meandered and flowed slowly and undulatingly. The color of the river water was quite complex, like a paint bucket that had been overturned.

This is the corresponding manifestation of the Pas River in the spiritual world and also the destination of Renekton.

He looked around, then looked up, at the seven bright lights that were eternally hovering at the highest point of the spiritual world, and nodded gently at them.
"Please help me cover up the noise."

As soon as he finished speaking, the distance between him and the clear light flowing quietly above his head suddenly disappeared, and red, yellow, orange, purple, blue, green, and indigo lights fell like a curtain, covering a large area of ​​the spiritual world around him and intercepting the information exchange in the surrounding areas.

Seeing that the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm had already taken action, Renekton nodded slightly in greeting, then stretched out his right hand and made a fist.

The floating information around him was instantly absorbed into his palm and condensed into an illusory ball of light. At the same time, complex and illusory symbols condensed one after another in his eyes, infusing a large amount of knowledge into them.

The illusory ball of light instantly grew larger, enveloping his body, and continued to expand outwards, encompassing more areas of the spiritual world.

In the illusory ball of light, Renekton's body quickly disintegrated and turned into countless black threads, intertwined into a constantly wriggling ball of black threads, and grew eyes.

Each eye sparkles with pure and clear light, outlining one complex and illusory symbol after another, giving substantial power to the abstract knowledge around it.

The originally illusory and intangible knowledge gradually became substantial, constantly floating around, slowly settling down, and piling up into a dark and illusory wilderness.

In the wilderness, the bronze mechanical glove originally worn by Renekton quietly emerged, quickly disintegrated, and turned into scattered pieces, separating into dim, unclear, and colorless hazy glimmers that seemed to be composed of a large number of imaginary things and blended into the illusory wilderness.

The originally dark and illusory wilderness gradually became substantial after being filled with the "knowledge mentor" feature.

At the same time, from the black mass covered with eyes that was the incarnation of Renekton, streams of information separated from the rush and fell over the wilderness, rendering a brilliant color.

He separated his original "sage" characteristic and used it and the "knowledge mentor" characteristic as the cornerstone to carry his own information world.

The characteristics derived from the "Hidden Sage" have a deeper connection with the entity of the Western Continent. This is of no help to him, but it can make the information world and the "knowledge wilderness" of the Western Continent resonate to a certain extent and transmit some power through the seal.

In the wilderness with color and substance, blurry figures emerged one after another. Some of them were humans, some were rabbits, and some were Nagas.
The only thing they have in common is that they all have established a certain connection with Renekton and are followers or potential followers of "The Evangelist".

Floating above the wilderness, Renekton gazed quietly below. Each eye on the ball of black thread glowed with a deep blue, almost purple light, outlining one illusory three-dimensional symbol after another in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)