Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 692 The war escalates
In the God-forsaken Land, the exploration team of Silver City came to Afternoon Town again. This time, the exploration team was followed by two elders of the six-member council and led by Chief Colin Iliad, the former "Demon Hunter" and now the "Silver Knight".

In the afternoon, the town was on the edge of the radiation range of the Giant King's Court, and a faint dusk could be seen in the western sky.

Derrick stood at the edge of the camp, his eyes shining with golden light, outlining one mysterious three-dimensional symbol after another.

This is a secret technique taught by Renekton. With the help of information interaction, one can cast one's vision to a very far place, and its function is similar to a mysterious version of a telescope.

In the twilight in the west, where the dusk was solidified, he saw many palaces, towers and magnificent buildings built one after another.

Even though they are only a corner of the Giant King's Court, they are still magnificent and gorgeous, like a miracle that only exists in myths and legends, frozen in time.

If this exploration is successful, everyone in Silver City will be saved and free from darkness. As thoughts floated in his mind, Derrick clasped his hands together and prayed to Mr. Fool in a low voice.

In the southern continent, in the port of Orleston along the Pas River Valley, in the captain's cabin of the "Dawn" anchored at the dock.

Streams of information penetrated the decks and walls, quickly poured into the captain's room, and gathered to reconstruct Bernadette's body.

In her hand, she held a rather peculiar gray-white slate, on which were engraved many strange and mysterious symbols. It was extremely majestic and powerful, and just looking at it made people feel uncomfortable and want to kneel down and submit from the bottom of their hearts.

Roselle, who was sitting in the armchair by the window, immediately stood up and waved to Bernadette. The gray-white slate in her hand flew into Roselle's hand spontaneously.

The next moment, the stone slab suddenly became illusory, and dark shadows continued to flow out from it, rushing into the body of Roselle's mechanical doll, trying to transform this body and integrate into it.

Russell's face changed, his consciousness was rising uncontrollably, and the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, as if he would rush out of the "Dawn" at any time, enter the star realm, and start the resurrection process of the "Black Emperor".

The light around suddenly dimmed, and stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

The bright starlight intertwined into a vast starry sky, scattering rays of brilliance that fell into the gray-white stone slab in Roselle's hand, sealing it.

The trend of uniqueness returning to itself was stopped, and Russell breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:
"Is this uniqueness stimulated by something, so eager to merge with me?"

Renekton's figure was outlined in the twinkling starlight. He glanced at Roselle and said expressionlessly:

"This is the instinct of aggregation. Even if you are just a puppet now, you still have some of the essence of the 'Black Emperor'. Isn't it normal for it to be attracted to you? Why do you dare to reach out and touch it directly?"

"This is not something I can control at all. It is the instinctive reaction of this body after seeing and feeling high-order things of the same path."

Russell defended himself, then as if he had thought of something and wanted to change the subject, he said:

"Did you receive the last wish promised by Zaratul?"

"Although I had secretly left some information near His spire church before, I didn't expect you to find Him so quickly. It seems that your control over information is far better than I thought."

"The True Creator provided some help."

As he spoke, Renekton reached out and pulled out a dark square talisman from the void like a magic trick, and said in a relaxed tone:

"As you expected, Zaratul does intend to break the contract. After all, He is a 'Secret Servant' who is good at fooling and deceiving others. The consequences of breaking the contract are relatively less serious for Him."

"I plucked some spiritual insects and characteristics from Him, which was a gain, but He decisively committed suicide."

Russell looked at Renekton in surprise and said in a not-so-calm tone:

"I'm very curious about what you did to force a 'Secret Servant' to commit suicide so easily. Even if He can be resurrected, it is not infinite. Every life is equally precious."

After a pause, he casually asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"Let's go to the God-forsaken Land."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of silver appeared in Renekton's eyes. He saw some of the future. The dark storm and lightning intertwined, full of the breath of decadence and tyranny. In the depths of the dark storm, there were scarlet, brass, and golden spots of light flashing, outlining a group of twisted and strange eyes.

Beneath the dark storm, steam was rising and starlight was floating, indistinguishable from one another.

This scene did not last too long. In less than two seconds, Renekton's eyes became clear again, but he was still a little dazed, as if he was still immersed in the scene he had just seen.

After a moment, Renekton let out a long breath and said:
"The war is about to escalate. The war between gods may happen faster than you and I expect. You can't continue to lie in your grave."

"Do you think I want to?" Russell complained with a dark face.

Before he finished speaking, the violent sea was already filled with an exaggerated fog, with some bright red fog, as if stained with blood. Just looking at it makes people feel inexplicably restless, wanting to have a fist-to-flesh fight to vent their emotions. After feeling the high-level power in the fog, Renekton calmly said:

"This is some high-level power of Dissension. The only ones who can do this now are the Red Angel or 0-01 who was sealed by the Church of Knowledge."

"Of course, it is not ruled out that it was created by Steam. He participated in the Pale Plague and saw the power of the Red Priest. It would be easy for him to create some items with the same effect."

Russell folded his arms across his chest, looked out the window, and said calmly:

"I bet one Fel Gold that this was done by the stewed Red Angel evil spirit. As a former colleague, it's not surprising that he was recruited by the Eternal Blazing Sun."

While they were talking, the clergymen in charge of guarding this place had already reacted and began to pray to the gods of their respective beliefs.

Soon, a thick shadow curtain descended from the sky, across the raging sea, like an illusory towering city wall.

Those that were stained with a bright red mist and passed through the illusory "wall" unaffected were stained with a dark red, adding a sense of decadence and sacrifice.

A thick column of golden light penetrated the dark red fog and fell straight towards the dock of Orleston Port.

The golden beam of light twisted strangely in mid-air, turned a corner, and sank into the sea below.

boom!
Along with the sound of explosions and the bright golden sunlight, a wave tens of meters high was raised on the raging sea.

Behind the waves, bits of golden light emerged little by little, breaking through the waves in an instant and flying to various places in the port.

"The Church of Steam has made some progress over the past few hundred years. This purification cannon can now be installed on fleets on a large scale as a powerful means of attack."

In the captain's room of the "Dawn", Russell sighed subconsciously. Beside him, Renekton's figure had disappeared.

At the same time, starlight continued to fly out from various places in Orleston Port, constructing gates covered with mysterious patterns and symbols in mid-air, connecting to an unknown place in the spiritual world.

These gates happened to be in the trajectory of the purification cannons fired by the Intis fleet, successfully intercepting all of them.

Having just intercepted a wave of attacks from the Intis fleet, before Renekton had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed some changes around him.

The original houses and buildings in the style of the southern continent have all disappeared, replaced by a steel city built by various machines. There are rising steam, turning gears and chains, and neatly laid tracks everywhere. It is as exquisite as a painting rather than a real city.

My position was changed? No, it should be that the area I was in was replaced, and I was also moved along with it.

There are not many people who can do this. The first person he thought of was Zaratul, who had just committed suicide because of his trick. Does this mean that revenge will never be delayed?

After joking in his heart, he looked around, a deep lavender color appeared in his eyes.

In the sight of the Eye of Prying Secrets, the scene he was in turned into an illusory book composed of pure information, and he himself was loaded with the knowledge, words and information in the book.

It's Steam's doing again. Every time before fighting the Hidden Sage, he has to put me in a cage, right?

As his thoughts were floating, he saw a somewhat familiar figure appear in front of him.

He was wearing black armor that looked like it was stained with blood, and he had bright red hair that looked like it was burning on fire. There were two deep scars on his young and handsome face, extending from the earlobes to the corners of his mouth, as if he had grown two extra, tightly closed lips on his face.

"My dear, we meet again."

"I'm very sorry to meet you in this way, but they have given me so much that I can only reluctantly accompany you here to play for a while."

Medici smiled provocatively at Renekton. His tone was very calm, but it always managed to inadvertently evoke the disgust deep in other people's hearts, making people want to beat him up.

Renekton frowned slightly, restraining the emotions surging in his heart, and spoke calmly:

"What should I call you? The Red Angel Evil Spirit? Medici Soren Einhorn? Or, a puppet of the 'City of Disaster'?"

"It's a low-level provocation. You can call it whatever you want. I have no intention of arguing with you about this. It's just that the reward they offer is too generous, and it's a bit hard for me to refuse."

Medici sat cross-legged on the ground without caring about his image at all, looking like he really had no interest in Renekton at all.

(End of this chapter)