Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 683 Mr. Men

Feeling the familiar breath, Russell twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes revealed a rather complicated look, and he spoke in a calm and indifferent tone:

"Long time no see, Mr. Men, you really made me suffer!"

Heavy sighs came from the stacked doors that emerged from the full-length mirror. These sounds overlapped with each other and seemed illusory and erratic:
"Ah~"

"Many times I couldn't control myself, and I didn't know what I was doing. I was lost in the depths of darkness and storms. Only when there was a full moon or a blood moon could I have enough contact with reality, but that was also when the pollution in me was the most serious."

"In other words, you are relatively safe now?" Russell asked thoughtfully.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Men's voice echoed:
"No, it's also very dangerous. I don't know which moment I will be sober and which moment I will be replaced by madness the next."

"I'm sorry about what happened to you, but you should understand the dangers of the mysterious world and not trust the words of any unknown being."

"Yes." Roselle nodded and said calmly, "But I have too many secrets and too many things I want to figure out. Even if I know there are dangers, I will choose to take the risk."

After a brief silence, Renekton asked a new question:
"I'm a little curious, what is the god-making ceremony of the Gate Path? Returning from the impossible to reality?"

"Yes and no."

"For the Sequence Path, the ritual is not necessary. Even for Sequence 0, the role of the ritual is only to allow the promoted person to retain and regain some of their self, so as not to be completely assimilated by the mental imprints and primitive crazy instincts left in the potion."

"The ritual is intended to focus on preserving the self, so the ritual of becoming a 'door' is not about returning from an impossible place, but about opening a door that shouldn't exist and can't exist, allowing one's own consciousness to feel a sense of disharmony during the ascension process."

"If you have enough confidence in your luck, you can even become a god first and then complete the ceremony. As long as you don't completely lose control and go crazy during the promotion process, like the 'Craftsman', your luck will be very good."

Mr. Men's voice echoed in the ears in layers, carrying with it a heavy feeling of fatigue and depression. It was obvious that when the topic of the deification ceremony came to be discussed, Mr. Men's condition began to deteriorate.

Another heavy sigh sounded, and Mr. Men whispered in a somewhat ferocious and painful tone:
"Don't save me, don't try."

Russell sneered and said in a flat tone:

"Don't worry, we won't save you, but the same can't be said for other guys who want to become the 'Lord of Mysteries'."

Heavy gasps continued to come and go. After a long while, Mr. Men's tone suddenly calmed down, and it sounded like he was in a much better state:

"'Lord of Mysteries'? Not many people are qualified to pursue this position. Zaratul was killed by Antigonus and I in the Battle of the Four Emperors. Jacob and Pales are no match for Amon at all. One of them may have been replaced by Amon without knowing it. And I am trapped in the depths of the storm, lost in the endless darkness."

"In the end, the only two who can chase that position are Antigonus and Amon."

"But they are not very good candidates. Amon is too evil, and Antigonus is also a natural mythical creature. Although he is trying hard to learn, he still lacks the necessary humanity."

"Or maybe, during the time I was lost in the darkness, a new figure appeared?"

Renekton did not answer Mr. Men's question. He felt that Mr. Men, who was talking to them now, was the crazy one. He sighed and asked:
"I want to know the location of Alistair Tudor's nine secret tombs and how to enter them other than under normal circumstances. You must have been involved in the fact that those tombs were so hidden. I think you should know something about it."

"It's very simple. Collect the blood of the extraordinary people from twenty-two paths, and then draw this symbol."

The faint blue light flowing out from the full-length mirror floated up spontaneously, outlining a symbol in the air that was somewhat similar to the sign of the gate, and also displayed the location of the nine densely packed tombs.

Russell looked at the image highlighted on the mirror, glared at Renekton in distress and said:
"If you can get the answer so easily, why do you want Bernadette to stay in Backlund?"

Renekton shrugged and replied casually:

“Wouldn’t it be unusual to do nothing?”

"Someone is investigating, but they haven't found any important details, so they let down their guard. You don't want a group of familiar or unfamiliar angels to appear when you try to stop George III's apotheosis ceremony, do you?"

"Moreover, this is also done for the Seven Gods who are filling the cracks in the astral realm to see."

"Someone wants to become the Black Emperor again?" Mr. Men's voice echoed in the captain's room through the full-length mirror, and his tone showed that he was somewhat interested in the topic.

"Again?" Russell sneered, looking at the doors that emerged from the dark blue light, and said in a deep voice:
"It seems that during the time you were lost in the depths of darkness, you were not completely ignorant of what was happening in the real world?" "When it is a full moon or a blood moon, as my spirituality and inspiration increase, I can sense what is happening in reality to a certain extent. Although it is very limited, I can still know something."

Mr. Men's tone was very calm, and he didn't care at all about the sarcasm and suspicion in Russell's words.

Renekton shook his head and no longer had the idea of ​​continuing to communicate with Mr. Men. He raised his hand and made the pattern drawn on the mirror with the drop of Lawrence's blood converted from pure information disappear.

Having lost the medium for establishing connection, the faint blue light emanating from the full-body mirror suddenly subsided, and the mirror surface, which seemed to be layered with countless objects, returned to its normal state.

The crimson moonlight that filled the room disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

Russell sat back on the recliner by the glass window and asked in a leisurely tone:

"Do you think it was normal when Mr. Men, who just communicated with us, said those few words?"

Renekton shook his head and said, "I don't know. Maybe it's all abnormal."

"Just as I thought." After sighing, Russell lay down and continued:

"At the beginning, I was always curious about why Mr. Men didn't care about escaping the situation as much as he tempted me to go to the moon."

"It was not until later that I discovered the secrets hidden in the second blasphemous slate. Unfortunately, it was too late by then."

"As long as someone wants to become the 'Lord of Mysteries', no matter who he is, he must be helped to return to reality." Renekton nodded slightly and simply added.

Russell lay in the recliner in a relaxed posture, exhaled a long breath, and added in an unusually calm tone:
"Once he returns here, his godhood ritual can begin directly, and he will become a Sequence 0 True God. Then it will be a new battle. A 'Gate' that can appear anywhere at any time is too flexible, and too dangerous."

Before he finished speaking, Russell suddenly paused, as if he had noticed something. He looked at the gloomy sky outside the window with some confusion, and whispered to himself:

"Humph, is this guy Zaratul summoning my historical projection again?"

"Historical projection? Maybe not Zaratul, but in the Black Emperor's deification ceremony, He will definitely summon you. You can take advantage of the opportunity then."

After a pause, Rekton finished his words: "We can take this opportunity to kill George III who is holding the ceremony."

He also felt some changes. Some information belonging to himself was stimulated. They did not belong to his current self, but appeared in the present.

Civilization and history are similar in some aspects, so he can more intuitively feel that a part of his own history has been pulled out.

"Historical projection"? Perhaps "I have a friend" would be more appropriate. As the thought floated, Renekton's figure silently became transparent, covered with a layer of faint and hazy starlight, and quickly disappeared in the captain's room of the "Dawn".

In Backlund, in a basement beneath Saint Samuel's Church, Klein suddenly discovered that his energy consumption for maintaining the historical projection had become very low.

He looked up with some confusion at the two images from the historical gap that had just been summoned. Only Roselle, with his eyes dull and lifeless, was still standing there. The historical projection of Renekton, who had been standing beside him just now, had disappeared.

"This guy's historical projection is so unique, and he can run on his own?"

Klein muttered to himself. He could probably guess that the other party sensed that he had summoned the projection of history and then transmitted his consciousness over.

"After the historical projection awakened, my energy consumption became much lower. I didn't need to spend too much spiritual energy to maintain its existence. However, I also lost control of the historical projection. I can only say that there are both good and bad sides to it."

"But for me, it should be more beneficial. After all, there is still a big gap between the dull projection and my actual combat performance."

After a brief summary, Klein lifted the maintenance of Roselle's historical projection, raised his hand again, and pulled twice in the air.

After two failures, he successfully pulled out from the mist of history a lady wearing a simple robe, a bark belt, with long black hair hanging down, no shoes or socks, and bare feet.

She is none other than Arianna, the abbess of the Night Monastery, the leader of the ascetics, and the first of the thirteen archbishops!

As he had guessed, the ascetic's eyes soon became alert. At the same time, Klein found that the spiritual energy he consumed to maintain this historical projection had been reduced a lot, and he lost control of this historical projection.

(End of this chapter)