Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 691 Suicide
Renekton remained leaning on the stone chair without saying a word. His spiritual thread was being controlled by Zaratul. Although the process was relatively slow, his body and mind still inevitably became sluggish.

At the same time, he was also falsifying normal information and transmitting it to Zaratul along the spiritual line, creating chaos and reducing His state.

After a brief stalemate, an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol slowly took shape in mid-air. Everything around it became mottled, and even the extraordinary characteristics were dying little by little, entering the true end.

The corpses that were transformed into puppets by Zaratul fell down again. Their flesh and blood quickly decayed and withered, leaving only pale yellow bones. They also turned into dust bit by bit and dissipated in the air, as if they had experienced thousands or tens of thousands of years in an instant.

Zaratul's body seemed unable to withstand this kind of pressure. Slippery tentacles stretched out from under his black robe. His body quickly collapsed and turned into a pool of wriggling, transparent, twisted worms. Together, they formed tentacles that flapped around frantically, making hoarse and unpleasant mumbling sounds.

The three-dimensional symbol that appeared in the air seemed to have substance under the slapping of Zaratul's tentacles. It was strangely slapped away and turned back into a silver-white mask decorated with feathers, falling to the ground.

Without the suppression of the pale death, countless slippery tentacles stretched out from the deep and dark worm vortex and attacked the surroundings more frantically.

The moment being touched by Zaratul's tentacles, Renekton's body slowly became ethereal, decomposing into huge streams of information that poured into the minds of every spirit insect, trying to burst them.

Zaratul shrank his body, turning into a wriggling vortex of worms, extending countless slippery tentacles, trying to block the flow of information surging around him.

Bang!Bang!
The tentacles made of spirit worms extending from the worm vortex stiffened strangely for a moment, and then exploded one after another, scattering a layer of transparent and sticky liquid on the floor.

The remaining spirit insects quickly became thinner and brittle, turning into a crudely cut paper figure that shattered in mid-air, scattering pieces of paper.

Zaratul's figure appeared in the other direction of the church hall. His face was too pale, and transparent worms kept drilling in and out of his eye sockets, nostrils, ears, and mouth. Under his black robe, transparent and sticky tentacles swayed.

"Due to the pollution from the 'Wild of Knowledge', your spiritual line is also abnormal."

Zaratul's voice sounded low and hoarse, as if he was enduring the pain in his body and suppressing the madness in his heart.

"I have mastered so much knowledge about the 'Attendant of Mysteries'. Isn't it normal that I can use this information to disguise the spirit line?"

"To be honest, Antigonus is obviously much better than you in terms of information. If it were him, my forged spiritual thread would not be able to be concealed at all."

Renekton answered Zaratul's questions in a very calm tone. As he spoke, bright starlight continued to fall from him, wandering around him, creating a wilderness of blurred light and shadow.

Transparent worms kept drilling in and out of Zaratul's face, and his expression became forbearing and crazy. He could clearly feel that he was being eroded, an erosion from the information level. No matter how he "tampered" with the concepts pointing to himself, he could not avoid this erosion.

He took a deep breath and spoke calmly:

"There is no irreconcilable conflict between us. You have obtained a lot of characteristics and spirit insects from me. They are enough to complete a larger-scale 'miracle'. This is not difficult for you who have mastered a lot of 'knowledge'."

"If you want to revive Roselle, I can provide some help. After all, he and I have a good relationship. He was the one who helped me steal the Antigonus family's notebook from the Steam Church."

"I still have four chances to be reborn, and you can't really kill me, so how about we work together?"

Renekton said in a cold and expressionless manner: "Before we discuss cooperation, you must first make up for the last wish you owe me."

Then he stopped talking and looked at Zaratul quietly, waiting for His response while increasing the intensity of the erosion.

Zaratul let out a long breath, stretched out his hand and tore off one of the slippery tentacles extending from his body, then casually crumpled it into a ball, turning it into a black and gray square talisman, and threw it at Renekton.

After taking the talisman thrown by Zaratul and taking a quick look at it to confirm that there was no problem, Renekton made the illusory tower covering this place disappear, lifting the isolation of this area.

Zaratul nodded without changing his expression. Combined with the transparent insects constantly crawling on his face and the gloomy environment in the church, it was quite scary.

Renekton looked at Zaratul and taunted him in a low voice:

"You really didn't intend to fulfill the contract from the beginning. Someone like you who is good at deceiving and escaping must have a way to circumvent the contract. Even if it will cost a certain price, at most it will only cost you death."

After a moment of silence, Zaratul defended himself:

"As a 'Fortune Teller', I can sense your hidden ill will towards me. Under this premise, it is normal for me to be wary of you."

Renekton smiled indifferently and skipped the topic.
"Why do you think the True Creator took so much trouble to let me delay you?"

"Amon is also in Backlund. Did he take away the 'ancient scholar' who was connected to 'Source Castle'?"

Zaratul quickly guessed the reason, or perhaps He had thought of this from the beginning, but was stopped here and unable to escape. "Obviously." Renekton nodded, and then continued:

"You don't have much time left. Before Amon successfully steals Sefirah Castle, He will definitely go to the God-Forsaken Land. This is your last chance. You can prepare well. I hope you can cause them some trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, Renekton's body became ethereal and decomposed into a stream of complex and pure information, surging away from the spire church.

In the church hall, only Zaratul, the slippery tentacles swaying beneath him, and the transparent worms drilling around on his face were left.

After a while, his body suddenly lost its vitality, and all the spiritual insects died in an instant.

He got rid of the pollution left by Renekton by committing suicide!

Deep in the spirit world, Renekton reappeared and looked back in the direction of the pointed church, whispering:
"He committed suicide so decisively. He is worthy of being called the 'Attendant of Mysteries'. The most advanced conspiracy is to play with one's life directly."

In the ocean that evolved from the ruins of the Gods' War at the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea, the figures of Amon and Klein appeared silently on an island in the outer area.

Klein looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment around him and asked curiously:

"You're taking me to the God-forsaken Land? Why?"

He just asked casually and didn't expect Amon to answer his question. The most important thing was to delay some time until someone noticed that he was missing, realized the problem, and then found him and rescued him.

Amon raised the monocle on his right eye and said with a half-smile:

"It's quieter there, and we won't be disturbed in any way. It's more suitable for the next game. Originally, the Hanged Man could have intervened in the God-Forsaken Land, but He has already left, so His interference here is limited."

"To be honest, your vision in choosing allies is really not that good. When George III was promoted, Dark Night descended briefly. He knew that I would choose to look for you after my promotion was interrupted, but he did not give you any hints or provide any help."

"And that guy disguised by the Source Essence, He discovered my clone when you pretended to be me to scare Pales, and He didn't choose to remind you."

"But this is quite interesting. Next time we meet, I will become like you and wear the monocle in front of Pales again. I am looking forward to seeing how he will react."

Klein remained silent. Amon's words successfully broke his psychological defenses.

The goddess has actually descended to stop Amon's apotheosis? The guy disguised as the Source is Al? He is not the "Hidden Sage". I actually believed it. It's a pity that he doesn't become a faceless man.

Amon's style of doing things is very consistent with the character of the "God of Mischief". Whether it is His words or actions, they all seem very casual. He does whatever he thinks of. He is willful, bad, and very hateful. One thought after another flashed through Klein's mind and then disappeared.

Amon smiled nonchalantly. He walked to Klein, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Everyone has their own purpose, but what they really want is the appearance of a 'Lord of Mysteries'. It can be me, it can be you, or even any one of Zaratul, Antigonus, or Bethel. But only you and I have the highest voices and the most supporters."

After a moment of silence, Klein asked casually:

"Bethel is Mr. Men's name? Why do you and I have the most supporters?"

"Bethel Abraham."

Amon raised his monocle and said Mr. Men's name. Without giving Klein much time to think, He continued:

"Whether they are good gods, evil gods, or angels, most of them are fence-sitters. They will lean towards whichever side the wind blows."

"Only 'Night', the crazy paranoid, and the source essence that slipped out from the Western Continent, based on their own reasons and purposes, they have clear support targets and have taken certain actions."

"But I can probably guess why they made different choices."

"What's the reason?" Klein asked.

Amon chuckled with an ambiguous tone and said, "Guess?"

Then He looked up at the golden sky and squeezed his monocle. The surroundings instantly became dark. He stole the noon of this sea!

(End of this chapter)