Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 673 Air Raid
"As long as you are at sea, you can't escape the storm's gaze!"

The middle-aged man in the storm priest robe snorted softly, then clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his mouth and nose, and prayed in a low voice.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again, looked at the Archbishop of the Steam Church behind him with some doubt and heaviness in his eyes, and slowly exhaled:

"The 'Ghost Empire' is no longer in the Sea of ​​Mist."

After a pause, he added: "It appeared in the Raging Sea. It is hidden and cannot be located."

Theodore Momont was silent for two seconds, then suddenly whispered:

"There is only one 'Secret Servant' active in this world recently, Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order."

“Zaratul?” the middle-aged man murmured hesitantly, and then asked: “Hasn’t He appeared for a long time?”

"Through our surveillance of the Secret Order, we have discovered some signs of Zaratul's activity. According to the revelation given by the God of All Machines, He should have successfully been promoted to Sequence One."

"He had already left Intis, and with the outbreak of the war, the church did not pursue him too much."

Theodore Momont gave a brief explanation, and the jet aircraft under his feet spewed out light blue flames and quickly flew away from the sea.

The Raging Sea, influenced by the power left over from the God of Death, is in constant storms. The spirit world and reality overlap to a large extent, making it dangerous to roam in the spirit world.

Therefore, both the True God Church and secret organizations rarely set foot in the turbulent sea areas outside the safe shipping lanes.

The "Ghost Empire" emerged silently in a dark storm, and rose and fell violently with the exaggerated wind and waves.

The salty sea water and rain poured into the city along with the strong wind. Silver lightning flashed from time to time. The exaggerated movement made people feel as if the city would sink to the bottom of the sea at any time.

There is no way to explore this city properly in this situation unless I stay above the gray fog and use the Scepter of Poseidon to suppress the wind and waves here.

As his thoughts were floating, he saw Russell walk straight to the magnificent tall chair and sit on it.

At this moment, Roselle's image suddenly became tall and extremely oppressive, like a monarch looking down on all living beings, making people subconsciously look away and dare not look directly at him.

Silently, the arc of the palace's shaking became smaller, and the sounds of waves, wind and lightning coming from outside gradually subsided.

Russell waved his hand casually and said to Klein:

"I can take over this city temporarily as the 'Emperor' and use the city's special ability to suppress wind and waves. You can take this opportunity to explore this city with that vampire. If you gain anything, remember to give me a share."

"can."

Klein nodded, picked up the palm-sized bronze door that was formed by the characteristics extracted from Ludwell, put it into the small iron box he carried with him, and then walked out of the hall.

After Klein left, Russell's face suddenly fell, and the mechanical parts on his body jumped out one by one, looking like they would fall apart at any time.

"Damn it, I almost lost face"

"Hurry up and give me that thing in your hand. This mechanical puppet's body can't withstand the influence of the remaining aura here."

Renekton then threw the golden crown wrapped in transparent amber in his hand over and instructed:
"There's still some residual mental pollution on it, so use it carefully, or you'll get yourself into trouble again."

"What do you mean by again? Apart from the time in 'Eternal Blazing Sun', I have never died a second time."

Russell retorted casually, and the transparent amber covering the golden crown was easily crushed by him, turning into pieces of stardust and disappearing in the air.

He changed the decorative crown on his head, and his whole temperament changed instantly. The dark red light flowing in his eyes turned into light gold, and there was less chaotic and twisted feeling, and more majesty and solemnity.

Until he opened his mouth, his dignified and solemn image disappeared in an instant:
"I suddenly realized that it's not bad to be dead for a while. Not only can I get rid of the madness, but I can also go from being in the light to being in the dark and no longer attract attention."

"You see, I am now hiding and developing, and I have quietly obtained a characteristic of the 'Hand of Order'. As long as I revive and obtain the uniqueness of the 'Judge', my progress will directly surpass the Seven Gods and become the existence closest to the Old Ones."

Renekton interrupted calmly, "If the Western Continent is not unsealed, we will never be the same as before." Roselle leaned back on his chair with his legs crossed, and spoke in a leisurely manner:

"Oh, so you invested in both 'God' and 'Lord of Mysteries' at the same time? No matter which of them revives first or succeeds first, you can ask them to open the seal for you?"

"I know that when it comes to taking sides and weaving conspiracies, you guys who use knowledge and wisdom as authority are all experts. You are absolutely rational and will never let yourself return empty-handed."

"Every word he said was about a certain dragon. In this regard, you and Angerwede might have a common topic."

Following Roselle's words and jokingly saying something, Renekton brought the topic back on track:

"My investment is not just for the seal of the Western Continent. On the contrary, I am not in a hurry for the seal. I have an absolute advantage. As long as the seal is opened before the barrier left by the original is broken, I can accept it."

"The real danger comes from the starry sky. If you don't want to become their food for expanding their authority, you must find a suitable ally and seize their authority first."

"You are very ambitious!" Russell sighed. He suddenly thought of something and asked curiously:
"Your cooperation with the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' was not to help Him fight for the position of 'God' from the beginning. In other words, this was not the main point of your cooperation."

"He is the 'All-Knowing One', and you, to some extent, possess all the 'knowledge' in the world. Wouldn't the two of you deduce a new combination of authority that could accomplish the Old Days beyond the known?"

"You can guess." Renekton smiled and did not answer the question.

Russell put his legs away, leaned back in his seat with an uncertain look on his face, and fell into deep thought.

In the West District of Backlund, Johnsen was in a good mood as he parked on the second-floor balcony, breathing the stale air of Backlund in the morning and gazing at the bustling streets in the distance. He planned to say goodbye to Leonard today and return to the "Golden Dream".

After more than two months of preparation, with the help of Danitz and others, he finally completed the exploration of the treasure left by the Jacob family and obtained the characteristics of the "parasite" from Pales.

"After this period of training, I have digested a lot of the Dream Thief potion. Maybe in two or three months I can start to become a demigod?"

"You can first let Blue help me turn the characteristics of this 'parasite' into a magical item, just like the captain did. Well, Blue's level is limited. I can go back to the southern continent to find other craftsmen. Those two cats are good choices."

Planning for his foreseeable future, Johnson felt that he was in a very good mood today and planned to go out and find a high-end bar to have a drink.

Perhaps, I can find a good opportunity after leaving Backlund, but no, I can't, my heart belongs to the captain.

Johnson, who was struggling, was suddenly inspired. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky. In the not-so-thin clouds, a number of dark brown airships were approaching him.

These airships were painted with diagonal red, white, and blue logos. This was the national flag of Feysac!
Jodson was stunned for a second, and a certain string in his mind suddenly tightened, and the whole person seemed to be greatly stimulated. War! Feysac withdrew from the battlefield in the southern continent because they were going to declare war on Loen!

"Now, I have to leave Backlund and Loen. I have no official identity here. Whether it is the Feysac army or the Loen government, I am considered a dangerous person who needs to be dealt with."

"The steam train will definitely be controlled. I need to contact the captain and find someone who can travel in the spirit world to pick me up."

As he muttered to himself, he saw visible wind blowing from the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral. The howling and swirling gale transformed into one blue-black wind blade after another in the air, shooting towards the densely packed airships in the sky.

As soon as these huge, sharp wind blades approached the airship in the sky, they were blocked by a barrier formed by a layer of solid morning light.

At the same time, the gun ports, machine gun ports, and launch ports on the airship opened one after another, all aiming downwards.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The violent wind collided with the air, making an explosive sound. A terrifying hurricane visible to the naked eye appeared, swirling and entangled. The air flow swirled rapidly in circles, turning into an uncontrollable tornado!
A hurricane suddenly rose from the ground, intercepting and tearing apart all the shells and bullets tilted towards the airship, creating a brilliant spark in the air.

The tornado did not last too long. In less than two seconds, it rushed in all directions, turning into a terrifying blue-black storm and waves that rose and fell like mountains, throwing the airships away.

In the dark blue storm, a flash of light that looked like a mixture of blood and rust instantly enveloped all the airships, connecting them together as a whole and stabilizing them in the hurricane.

On the ground, Johnson kept swallowing his saliva. Having gone through the "decryption scholar" stage, the obstruction to his vision could not hinder his sight. He could easily restore the clearer battle scene in the sky in his mind.

"A battlefield with High-Sequence Beyonders is like a moving natural disaster. Is this what the captain and his companions experienced on the front lines of the battlefield?"

"Fortunately, the captain has been promoted to 'Prophet' and can easily avoid potential dangers. Otherwise, even if he is driving the 'Golden Dream', it would be difficult to survive on the battlefield."

(End of this chapter)