Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 672: Terensost

The figure wearing a crown, a gorgeous robe, and holding a scepter answered without any expression on his face or any fluctuation in his tone:
"Trensost."

Terensost, the "Night Emperor" of the Fourth Epoch! He, no, it was Him, who had never expected that one day he would be able to see one of the Four Emperors, a Sequence 0 True God, with his own eyes, even if it was just an illusion!

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Klein continued to ask:
"Is this the resurrection plan you left behind? What went wrong here?"

Trunsoest still said in a calm tone:

"Yes. During the last war, I had a premonition of my own demise, so I made corresponding preparations in advance. I asked some of my descendants to secretly take away a copy of the 'Hand of Order' feature as a backup for resurrection."

"I could not foresee the chaos and madness of the battlefield. After my death, or even before my death, the pollution of the 'Land of Disorder' had already appeared silently. It tempted my descendants, allowing them to accept this characteristic and change the original ceremony."

"In desperation, I killed everyone and destroyed the ritual, bringing my resurrection and the advent of the 'Land of Disorder' back to the starting point."

"In order to better revive, I stitched together their remaining spirits, increased my own status, and fought against the pollution of the 'Land of Disorder', but I could never truly revive, nor could it give birth to a carrier of descent."

This is just an alternative, so what is the most important means of resurrection for this "Emperor of the Night"? That uniqueness that is missing?
While thinking, Klein heard Renekton's supplement to Trunsoest's answer:
"I can't trust everything it says. After all, it's not true omniscience. The information I extracted will definitely be affected and distorted by its own will and the aura of the 'Land of Disorder'."

Klein nodded and asked curiously:
"Is the 'Land of Disorder' the thing that corresponds to the 'Arbitrator' and 'Lawyer' paths leading to something above the sequence?"

Renekton nodded and responded, "Yes, but that's not all. The complete 'Land of Disorder' corresponds to more paths."

Klein nodded and did not press the issue. He had a hunch that even if he asked, Renekton would not tell him now.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at Trosost and continued to ask:

"During the Fourth Epoch's War of the Four Emperors, what exactly happened? Which beings participated in this war?"

There was a slight change in Trunsoest's expression, as if the knowledge that constituted this figure was about to collapse at any time. Renekton pressed his palm lightly, allowing the figure to stabilize again.

Then Trunsost spoke:
"It was very chaotic. No one could stop. Alistair Tudor was killed, Salinger took away His uniqueness, and Solomon wanted to take me with him because He could be resurrected, but as the Judge, I couldn't do that."

"The power from the starry sky is fermenting in secret, and the 'source essence' sealed in the western continent is also infiltrating power, trying to pollute the gods in the melee and reclaim authority."

"In the end, I heard the sound of the barrier breaking. The battle that no one could stop eventually affected the barrier left by the original. After that, I died."

As the last word fell, the figure of Trunsoest, which was made up of pure knowledge, instantly shattered and disappeared in front of Renekton and Klein.

Behind him, the figure sitting on the throne began to decay. His body was so pale that it seemed transparent, and one could see the light golden liquid flowing beneath the skin.

His face was 70% similar to that of Trunsost just now, but he was older and did not look like a descendant of Trunsost. Instead, he looked more like his elder.

Renekton stretched out his right hand and grasped the air, creating a series of colorless, dim lights that seemed to be composed of a vast amount of illusory things. The light fell on the throne, disintegrating the decaying body and restoring it to its most basic particle structure.

Klein frowned slightly. He still had many questions to figure out. He then looked at Renekton and asked:
"I have seen the death struggle of the sea god Kalvetuwa. An angel, even a corpse, shouldn't be so fragile, right? Why didn't He show any strangeness just now and let me approach and destroy Him?"

"Too much time has passed, and He also needs to abide by the rules He created."

After a pause, Renekton added: "Have you forgotten that your paper angel is no longer just a blessing here, but has a physical body?"

"The power has been materialized." Klein quickly figured out the reason, and then suddenly said:
"In order to revive himself, Terensost and the Kingdom of Disorder wanted to have a solid carrier and more power. They reached a consensus on some aspects and modified the underlying rules here to establish a new order, so that their wills could be transformed into reality and freed from the constraints of their dead bodies."

"This also caused the corpse to be empty and no longer possess any strangeness or special qualities, and naturally it was no longer dangerous."

"That's about it, but the situation here is a little more complicated."

Renekton nodded and picked up the crown that fell on the throne. The gems inlaid on the crown were shining with pure light, and there seemed to be many pale golden laws and treaties floating inside, bursting with golden light. It looked extremely heavy, as if it had merged with the rules of the world.

Renekton created dots of starlight floating around, which quickly condensed into a ball of transparent amber, isolating the crown in his hand from the surroundings. After doing all this, he turned his head to look at Klein and smiled:

"There should be quite a few magical items with special properties scattered around this city, antiques and gold that can be exchanged for cash. Now that there is no interference, you can go explore them."

"The properties of this 'Hand of Order' belong to me and Roselle. It is seriously contaminated, so you can't use it directly. Even if you make it into a magical item, the negative effects will be terrible."

“Okay.” Klein nodded slightly in response.

He has no need for the characteristics of this "Hand of Order". Leave it to Roselle, and when he recovers his strength in the future, I will still have a powerful ally.

While thinking, he saw that the secret doll Ludville, which was destroyed by those full-body armors, had begun to precipitate characteristics. There were constantly faint green spots of light precipitating from the flesh and blood on the ground, floating slowly around, and began to gather into a somewhat blurry shape of a door.

There were some slight distortions in the hall, and then Roselle's figure appeared directly in the sight of the two.

He glanced around casually, and finally landed on the crown held by Renekton, and said with a smile:

"You guys are moving faster than I thought. It seems my guess is correct. As long as there are things or auras of the same level to fight against the pollution here, it won't be too difficult to explore the 'Ghost Empire'."

Looking down at the secret doll that was extracting its characteristics, he changed the subject and said:

"Without its cover, this floating island is likely to have been exposed to the eyes of the Storm Church and the Intis officials active in the Misty Sea."

Renekton looked deeply at the sky outside the hall. In the sky without the cover of stars, the wind became fiercer, dark clouds gathered together, and silver-white electric snakes flashed across from time to time.

He could feel that there were eyes cast upon him from above the dark clouds, perhaps coming from the star realm.

"The storm is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out an iron-black square talisman with an expressionless face. It was one of the rewards that Zaratul had given him before!

He turned the iron-black talisman twice in his hand, and in a low voice, he uttered words in ancient Hermetic language:
"I make a wish: Let the Ghost Empire enter the violent sea."

The talisman shattered quietly in his hand, and a torrent of invisible waves erupted, quickly covering the entire "Ghost Empire", "grafting" this sea area with somewhere in the Violent Sea.

On the misty sea surface, the city that floated on the sea like an island disappeared silently without leaving any trace, as if it had never existed.

The howling sound of the wind suddenly became fierce, carrying a middle-aged man with astonishing momentum to this place.

His hair was dark blue, almost pure black, round and thick, short and upright. He had large earlobes and his eyes seemed to contain lightning and storms at all times. His wide storm priest robe fluttered in the wind.

In just two seconds, an old man wearing a white priest robe and a clergyman's hat also appeared nearby.

His legs were replaced with mechanical locks and a jet aircraft that allowed him to fly freely in the air. His right eyeball was also replaced with a mechanical eyeball, like a special magical item that could rotate freely and discover the differences around him at a deeper level.

The middle-aged man in the storm priest robe exhaled a rumbling breath from his nostrils, like the roar of thunder.

After venting his emotions, he looked at the Archbishop Theodore Momont of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, who had arrived one step behind him, and spoke in a low voice:

"We are a little too late. The Ghost Empire has already been moved."

"'Ghost Empire'? Is that the legendary 'Ghost Empire' that just appeared here? Since you, the Storm Church, have information about it, why didn't you explore it or inform the other six churches?"

Theodore Momont questioned it, and then stopped paying attention to this issue. The Church of the God of Steam and Machinery and the Church of the Lord of Storms are now allies, and some less important issues can be put aside.

The eyeball of his right eye popped out for a distance, and kept rotating to look around. After a moment, his eye returned to normal and he said calmly:
"There are traces of secrecy and change here. Perhaps someone has tampered with some concepts nearby to hide and move the location of the 'Ghost Empire'."

(End of this chapter)