Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 690: Backstab of Historical Projection

Deep in the spiritual world, a huge three-masted sailing ship covered in pure black was sailing forward quickly, as if it was sailing on the sea without any hindrance.

This is the "Black Emperor" belonging to Nast, the "King of the Five Seas"!
On the "Black Emperor", many of the lanterns hanging on both sides had gone out, and there were some damage and charred marks on the hull. There were holes burned by flames on the three black canvases that were raised high, as if it had just experienced a fierce battle and been baptized by countless artillery fire.

On the deck, Nast, wearing a scaled-down spire crown and a black robe with silver edges, stood at the bow, looking down with deep eyes, as if he was looking down at reality through the spiritual world.

Behind him, a pair of cold, indifferent, eyelash-less eyes containing countless bright stars appeared out of thin air.

Countless complex and pure information surged out from it, quickly converging and reorganizing Renekton's body.

He walked up to Nast and asked calmly, "Did you encounter anyone from the Steam Church?"

"Horamic Hayden." Nast nodded calmly and said a name.

Renekton nodded, and the image of the other person appeared in his mind: an old man who looked very gentle and kind, wearing a white priest robe and a clergyman's hat.

He is not only the head of the Backlund Parish of the Steam Church, but also a member of the Pre-Divine Council and the Archbishop of the Steam Church.

Regarding what happened to Nast, Renekton could only say that the script of the "True Creator" was too good. Neither he nor Roselle had any idea about it until Amon took out the Black Emperor Card.

Sighing, he continued, "Besides the Archbishop of the Steam Church, who else participated in your battle?"

Nast said with emotion:
"A 'prophet' or 'insightful'. I cannot determine his true sequence. This may be achieved with the help of some magical item."

"He is probably not from the Church of Knowledge, nor is he any saint I know. But it is possible that he is disguised. He seems to know the archbishop of the Church of Steam, and they just happened to meet and decided to help."

"If I hadn't held the Black Emperor card, which could have temporarily elevated me to the level of an angel by relying on the status and power above, I wouldn't have been able to handle their siege."

"If you didn't have the Black Emperor card, you wouldn't have met them."

Renekton sighed, without further explanation, his body instantly became ethereal, breaking down into streams of information that quickly flowed towards Backlund.

According to Adam's habit, the "prophet" or "insight" that Nestor encountered was most likely a member of the Twilight Hermits.

He followed the will of the "True Creator" and contacted Horamick Haydon in advance, ambushed Nestor in the spirit world, and let one of Amon's clones just sense the breath of the "Black Emperor" and took away the Black Emperor card in Nestor's hand.

Even if I go to Backlund now, Amon will definitely have left with his spoils, but that may not be the case for Zaratul. I don't know how he plans to break the wish he owes me.

As his thoughts were floating, Renekton suddenly had an inspiration. A picture emerged in his mind. It was a dark spire church with many crows circling on top of the church, making hoarse calls.

Without any hesitation, Renekton changed direction and moved closer to the location of the picture in his mind.

"You are still buying time for Amon. Are you worried that I will disrupt their original plan, so you use Zaratul as bait?"

As he whispered to himself, the surging flow of information suddenly became dim, covered with a thin and hazy layer of starlight.

This is the secrecy he imposes on himself to circumvent the spiritual intuition of the "fortune teller".

Located in a secret place somewhere in reality, Renekton found and locked onto this place based on the secret information left by the historical projection of Roselle summoned by Zaratul.

Pieces of brilliant starlight flew out from the void, quickly constructing a door covered with mysterious patterns and magical expressions.

The moment the door took shape, it twisted slightly, and the sound of storms and waves could be heard faintly. Zaratul grafted the exit on this side of the door to somewhere in the Violent Sea, and led the beings who tried to break in through this door to other places.

Outside the dark spire church, one illusory book after another floated up. Under the books were pools of liquid black shadows that slowly squirmed, with eyes growing out of them.

These eyes and books together constructed an illusory tower. Each floor of the tower was made up of thick books and eyes that sparkled with pure light. It continued to extend into the sky, as if it had enclosed the entire world inside itself.

The higher you go, the darker it gets, and the more filled it is with the atmosphere of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster.

Silently, the illusory tower encompassed the entire spire church. The eyes that emerged from the black shadows kept scanning the surroundings, searching for and analyzing each of Zaratul's secret dolls.

Renekton surged and circled between the illusory towers in the form of a torrent of information, in order to circumvent Zaratul's manipulation of his own spiritual threads.

Information creatures do not have spiritual lines, and Zaratul must evoke the spiritual lines he once had in order to control them. Given the disparity in status between the two parties, this is not a quick process. As the information flow of Renekton's incarnation gradually slowed down, three figures appeared out of thin air almost without any particular order. They were Roselle from the Great Emperor period, "God's Evil" S'a, and an angel with twelve pairs of golden wings, as hot as a sun.

Roselle's historical projection was blank for a moment, and then his eyes quickly became clear and agile.

Deep blue and almost purple light flowed in his eyes, condensing into one complex and illusory symbol after another.

The next second, the corpses of the monsters in the spire church and the crows circling on the top of the church all fell into a strange state of stiffness.

Roselle, who transmitted his consciousness, directly attacked all of Zaratul's puppets, pouring a large amount of complicated and useless knowledge into their minds, causing them to fall into a brief state of stiffness.

Having broken free from the interference of the spirit thread, Renekton approached and launched a fierce attack.

A bright, pure, hazy glimmer that seemed to be composed of a vast amount of imaginary things suddenly burst out, forming a terrifying information storm that swept across everything around it.

Bang!Bang!
The corpse was hanging above the church, and the crows were circling outside. Their heads exploded in pieces, red and white, and scattered all over the ground.

In less than two breaths, Zaratul lost all of His secret dolls.

Without the puppet, Zaratul instantly lost his ability to interfere with reality, and the three historical projections he summoned disappeared.

A bright and twinkling starlight fell from the top of the illusory tower, penetrated the spire of the church, and enveloped everything around it.

Under the influence of the starlight, transparent and twisted worms continued to emerge from the headless corpses that fell to the ground.

They are the spiritual insects belonging to Zaratul. Under the shining starlight, they keep struggling and wriggling their bodies, trying to break free from the shackles of the starlight and delve into the mist of history.

After a few breaths, these spirit insects stopped wriggling. They were completely dead. Grayish-white spots of light continued to emerge from their corpses. Under the attraction of the starlight, they gathered into a ball and were held in the hands of Renekton, whose figure emerged.

After intercepting the characteristics extracted from the spirit worms, Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The surrounding starlight spread out layer by layer, as if it had substance, turning into pairs of invisible arms, picking up all the dead spirit worms around and throwing them into the "door" constructed by the starlight.

After doing all this, Renekton looked around and walked into the spire church.

He calmly scanned the surroundings, relying on his control of information to restore the scene here, trying to find traces left by Zaratul.

"As expected of a cowardly 'Fortune Teller'. After being promoted to 'Attendant of Mysteries', his number of resurrections has been reset. I didn't expect him to still be so afraid of death that he doesn't even dare to emerge from the mist of history."

With a low mocking remark, Renekton walked to the stone chair at the front of the hall and sat down, patiently waiting for Zaratul to appear.

He was in the same place when he entered the mist of history as when he came out, but there was no secret doll here anymore, so Zaratul had no chance to slip away from his sight.

As soon as he sat down, Zaratul appeared in the hall. He looked down at the dead heads scattered on the ground, then looked at Renekton with no expression on his face and said:
"The number of resurrections is not infinite. Even for the 'Secret Servant', there is a need to reduce meaningless deaths."

"You taught me a lesson. I didn't expect that the historical projection would betray me. Roselle is not really dead."

While He was speaking, the headless corpses around Him stood up one by one, and they became Zaratul's secret puppets again!

The temperature around gradually dropped, and fog began to spread, becoming thicker and thicker, pouring into the church.

The mist was as dark as the sea water at night and as light as air, making the scene two or three meters away blurry.

"A meaningless act." Renekton sighed.

Rays of light emanated from the illusory tower one after another, converging into a majestic pillar of light that enveloped everything inside.

Whether it was Zaratul's secret doll or the secret doll he created again, they were all uncontrollably dissolved by the starlight and quickly collapsed and dissipated.

Under the black robe, Zaratul's eyes, as dark as the lightless water surface, began to shake, as if he had suffered a blow that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

After a moment, He let out a heavy breath and said:

"You seem to know the 'Mysterious Servant' very well. You can always deliver the most powerful and effective blows in the simplest and easiest way."

(End of this chapter)