Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 686 Melee
"Storm is injured, and it is not convenient for a god to descend at night. There is a high probability that Amon himself will come to Backlund to cause trouble. Moreover, he can also steal George III's godhood ceremony."

As soon as Renekton finished speaking, a crow with a white eye circle on its right eye landed in front of him and said in the voice of Amon:

"Oh, you know me very well."

"How could I not come for such a great opportunity? Sefirah Castle, Servant of Mysteries, and the Apotheosis Ceremony are all gathered together. Even if the adventure god of the Night descends, I will still come. Life needs some excitement and adventure."

"This is a luxurious game. The winner wins everything, and the loser loses nothing."

"Haha, this is exciting, isn't it?"

Renekton nodded without comment, and said in a flat tone:

"How do you know that you are the only winner?"

"The deification ritual is not so easy to steal, unless George III himself gives up, or you have stolen enough of his foundation to establish a closer connection with him?"

"Hehe, I'm lucky. I just happened to pick up something very useful nearby."

The crow with white circles under his eyes spoke in a very pleasant tone, and a playing card the size of a playing card flashed before Renekton's eyes.

It was a card he was quite familiar with, the Black Emperor card among the twenty-two blasphemous cards!

Renekton's face froze for a moment, and then he asked in confusion, "When did you steal it?"

The crow touched the white eye socket on its right eye with its wing, and Amon's voice with a somewhat pleasant tone echoed around:
"It was just a coincidence, a bit of luck, and I just happened to pick it up, that's all."

"How about a deal? I don't need the characteristics and uniqueness of the 'Black Emperor'. You help me steal the deification ritual of George III, and I will give you the characteristics and uniqueness of the 'Black Emperor'. We each get what we need. This will also prevent George III from becoming a god, and save time for the subsequent resurrection of Russell. It's killing two birds with one stone, isn't it?"

"Very tempting conditions, but don't you overestimate your credibility?"

Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked at Amon, his refusal was obvious.

"Well, that's a shame."

With a sigh, the crow with white circles under its eyes flapped its wings and flew away.

Renekton watched Amon leave in silence for two seconds, his thoughts surging in his heart:

Amon intends to steal the people's cognition, transfer George III's anchor to himself, create errors, and then rely on the mystical effect of the Black Emperor card to connect himself with George III?

This will inevitably lead to a counterattack from the Loen royal family, but they happen to be held back by us who are planning to destroy the ceremony. They are racing against time to see who will destroy the ceremony first or who will steal it first?

"It seems that stealing so many things in such a short time is stressful even for Amon. He didn't even leave a clone to talk nonsense with me, trying to delay my speed of destroying the ritual mausoleum."

After sighing to himself, Renekton's body instantly became illusory and decomposed into a stream of complex and pure information, which quickly surged into the interior of the mausoleum.

Inside the dark and majestic ruins, George III has put on the black crown and taken the last dose of the potion, becoming the "Black Emperor"!

The godhood ritual has begun. His body is transforming towards the shadow of order, expanding and extending in a strange state.
In this state, his mind spread out uncontrollably, sinking into the rules, and getting lost little by little in the ocean of nothingness of rules and order.

The nine mausoleums are like islands floating on the sea, and people's understanding of Him is like the densely packed lighthouses on the islands, helping Him to grasp himself and not get completely lost and become part of the shadow of order.

Gradually, He found that the anchors that helped to stabilize His spirit were becoming fewer and fewer, and the densely packed anchors in the Lighthouse City were disappearing.

No! They didn't disappear, they were stolen, someone is stealing my anchor, stealing people's perception of me!

George III, who had already entered the deification ritual, was unable to mount an effective resistance. He could only do his best to maintain his own status, try to re-establish contact with his subjects, and suppress those who dared to steal his anchor.

As the anchors continued to decrease, His condition began to slip uncontrollably, His body gradually collapsed, and turned into a pool of dark liquid like a wriggling shadow, unable to maintain its human form.

In the deep and dark mausoleum, countless "lights" poured out, forming one mottled light spot after another, countless light spots floating in the sky, and light spots evolved from the fragments of civilization!

Under the influence of these spots of light, the entire mausoleum was shaking, and even the colors were evaporating rapidly, as if they would disintegrate into the most basic particle structure at any time. "Ah!!"

An extremely evil roar that pierced the spirit body suddenly sounded, and even the light spots formed by the fragments of civilization became stiff, as if they were contaminated, and were covered with a layer of sticky black liquid.

"It belongs to the power of the filthy realm. Zaratul really summoned Suea as well."

As he whispered to himself, countless "lights" floated, quickly outlining the figure of Renekton.

The moment he revealed his figure, a huge rag doll also emerged with him.

This rag doll's eyes are as red as blood, and its body is engraved with countless mysterious patterns. It has a pair of huge curved goat horns on its head and a pair of membrane-covered wings behind it. Evil vines are wrapped around its body, and light blue and red flowers bloom one after another.

The "divine evil" Su'a appeared directly in front of Renekton in the form of a mythical creature. Without giving him a chance to think, the giant rag doll's mouth full of sharp scarlet teeth opened again, letting out an extremely evil roar that pierced straight into the spirit.

The screams mixed with strong curses and filthy forces made the exchange of information somewhat stiff.

Renekton's mind went blank for a moment, and he lost all thoughts for a moment.

The body was unknowingly eroded and cursed, becoming much more "solidified", the degree of fit between body and soul was decreasing little by little, the body gradually became a prison of the spirit, and the movements gradually became stiff and heavy.

When Sua was about to continue attacking Renekton, a violent wind sound suddenly sounded around him, which seemed to come from reality but also seemed to come from illusion.

This voice was mixed with some strong will, accompanied by an invisible transparent breath, which madly swept everything around it and attacked the body, mind and spirit of all beings in the mausoleum.

This includes Renekton, Sear, and even the rising King George III!
A clear and pure light blue light bloomed from the inside out, instantly resetting Renekton's state.

He glanced towards the bottom of the mausoleum, where an old man in a gray-white robe appeared.

He had an ordinary appearance. His hair was completely white but thick enough. There were not many wrinkles on his face. His features were unremarkable, but his temperament was quite gentle. He looked like an ordinary, kind old man.

But Renekton's Eye of Secrets saw a dragon in him, a gray-white psychic dragon!

Hermes, he attacked everyone as soon as he appeared. Did he become so arrogant after planning to leave the Twilight Hermits?
As his thoughts floated, Renekton already felt that his mental state began to have problems. All kinds of complicated thoughts were growing wildly in his heart, and gradually an urge to destroy everything grew from the bottom of his heart.

This influence was even stronger for Searle, who was already indulging in desires and harboring demonic qualities, and for George III, who was at a critical stage of his promotion.

One of them had completely disintegrated into a constantly twisting and wriggling black mass that covered the entire floor of the mausoleum. Not only was red magma and light blue flames spewing out of one of them, but a pungent smell of sulfur filled the air above the entire mausoleum.

If this continues, there will be no need for Renekton to deliberately destroy the mausoleum, as it will naturally be destroyed by the fierce battle between them.

As if aware of the danger, the promoted George III ignored his own condition and forcibly used the power of the "Black Emperor" to connect the interior spaces of several mausoleums together, and asked Drinker Augustus and William Augustus I to come to the rescue.

As soon as he appeared, William Augustus I, who was wearing a cloak and had a majestic temperament, drew out a silver rapier out of thin air, pointed it forward, and slashed it.

The originally chaotic scene was strangely stopped in an instant, and the several parties in the mausoleum were cleverly divided into different battlefields, making it difficult for their fighting to affect the mausoleum itself.

The silver-white paper in Bernadette's hand suddenly burst into a faint golden light, and the battlefield that William Augustus I had just divided out instantly became invalid.

Without giving him a chance to strike again, Renekton abandoned Sua, his opponent, and transformed himself into a stream of terrifyingly complex information. The illusory postures surged like a torrent, surrounding the figure of William Augustus I.

Sua was unable to stop it in time, because the sound of illusory and violent wind rang in his ears again, and mind deprivation, soul breath and mental plague broke out at the same time, making it difficult for him to respond effectively.

Drinker Augustus and Grover Augustus, who wanted to assist William Augustus I, were stopped by Bernadette and Prak Eggers. The gap between their own sequences and magical items quickly put them at a disadvantage, making it difficult for them to spare the energy to help others.

In the flood of information, countless complex and useless knowledge poured into the mind of William Augustus I, causing him to temporarily lose all thoughts and unable to even utter any laws.

After a brief moment of stiffness, William Augustus I opened his lips slightly and uttered a low, extremely patient word in ancient Hermetic language:
"exile!"

(End of this chapter)