Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 693 "Mysterious" Authority

The scar on the right side of Medici's face suddenly split open, and illusory teeth and a scarlet tongue grew out, and he made a hoarse sound:
"I have investigated and found that Roselle and Zaratul were the main culprits for the decline of the Soran family. I am not sure whether Roselle is really dead, but you obviously know something and are even an ally of him."

As soon as Soran finished speaking, the scar on Medici's left cheek split open, and illusory teeth and a scarlet tongue grew out, speaking in the voice of Einhorn:
"It's not like we can't negotiate, or even cooperate. If you can help us get 0-01, which is sealed by the Church of Knowledge, we can also help you deal with the steam."

"Are you discussing with me how to deal with Him in the realm of 'steam'?" Renekton asked back with a sneer.

Medici nodded and said sincerely:
"He and 'Eternal Blazing Sun' are currently confronting the 'True Creator' and have no time to take care of this side. Otherwise, they wouldn't have asked me to contain you."

"They?" Renekton said with a slight pause, "How long do you three plan to keep me here?"

Medici pointed his eyes at Renekton and chuckled:
"It depends on your attitude. If you cooperate with me, we can go out now and steal the blood flag of Salinger from the church of that old dragon."

"I need to think about it. After all, compared to Herabergen, you are not a good partner, even though you represent the will of the City of Disaster to some extent."

As he spoke, Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Pieces of starlight appeared around him and quickly formed a gorgeous and dazzling high-back chair.

Renekton leaned leisurely in a high-back chair, his eyes were deep, as if containing a dark starry sky.

In this state, his thoughts continued to spread out, scanning every detail around him, trying to find the weak point of the illusory book that had temporarily sealed him up.

After a long silence, Medici asked impatiently:
"How are you thinking about it?"

"I guess you want to ask me how I've analyzed this?"

Renekton leaned back in his high-back chair and directly expressed Medici's true thoughts at the moment.

Medici smiled, did not deny it, and said:
"In this regard, you and the old dragon have a lot in common. No wonder you chose each other as allies."

"It looks like 'Steam' really doesn't have time to pay attention here."

As he spoke, Renekton gently rubbed his right hand, creating pieces of starlight, which quickly formed a round table and a high-back chair in front of him.

Medichi jumped up from the ground, leaned lazily on the high-back chair, and put his feet on the round table.

"Tsk, what a convenient ability." Medici sighed, and then said: "I guess you should know the whereabouts of the last 'Conqueror' feature."

Renekton raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you think I would support you in becoming the 'Red Priest'?"

"Why don't you support me? Do you like that pervert Chick?"

Medici imitated Renekton's actions, raised his eyebrows and asked back.

Renekton was silent for a second before he chuckled and said:

"You probably haven't experienced the 'provocateur' stage. Is this a racial talent inherent in mythical creatures? Or is it some change brought about by the fusion with Soran and Einhorn?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three mouths on Medici's face twisted in no particular order, but they were extremely restrained and patient and did not make any sound, expressing his contempt for the other two with his actions.

"When it comes to provocation, you are also talented." Medici curled the corners of his mouth, and the aura on his body became dangerous.

Renekton nodded to Medici and spoke calmly:

"Thanks for the compliment, let's continue chatting, I have no plans to leave here for the time being."

"Of course." Medici responded casually.

After sitting for a while, he seemed to be unable to bear the loneliness and started chatting with the mouths on both sides of his cheeks.

Is this a show for me? Why?
As his thoughts floated, Renekton suddenly realized that some of his own information had changed. Someone was summoning my historical projection. Klein started to fight with Amon so quickly?
The thoughts floating in Renekton's mind suddenly froze, and then all disappeared, leaving only one thought: there is something wrong with the time here!

Thinking of this, his body instantly became ethereal and decomposed into huge and pure streams of information, which set off a terrifying information storm in the virtual book, trying to fill and burst the book directly with a large amount of information.

Medici, who was communicating with Soren and Einhorn, paused for a moment, then said with a nonchalant smile:

"You discovered the problem so quickly? This is much earlier than that guy predicted."

As soon as he finished speaking, Soren and Einhorn on both sides of his face began to mock him:

"Foolish Medici, if He was so sure, He wouldn't have been stuck in a stalemate until now and still not been able to get the army into the southern continent." "Don't you always understand that the one who has the upper hand in this war is never Intis, let alone 'Eternal Blazing Sun' and 'Steam'."

Medici smiled and said nonchalantly:

"Life always needs some challenges, that's more interesting, isn't it?"

"Besides, isn't Sauron always shouting about revenge for his foolish descendants? Isn't this our common choice?"

"Coming out to refute me at this time will only show your stupidity and cowardice."

As He spoke, His body ignited, and purple-red flames continued to rise and expand, gathering into a tall flaming giant.

The fire giant had three lips on his face, which looked extremely hideous and distorted. He clasped his hands together and dragged them in the air.

A long sword surrounded by purple-red flames was dragged out from thin air by Him, and His aura continued to expand outwards, venting the meaning of conquest, disaster and strife, causing a hint of chaos in the surging information storm.

The lips on both sides of the Flame Giant's cheeks kept opening and closing, and he said in a voice like a murmur:
"It's no use even if you find the problem here."

"The information structure here cannot be fully analyzed by you so easily. If you want to break the blockade by force, you need to get past me first."

In the constantly disturbing information storm, Renekton's figure reappeared. Complex and illusory symbols continued to gather in his eyes, pouring a large amount of complex and useless knowledge into the mind of Medici Soren Einhorn.

The influx of a large amount of knowledge caused Medici, who had regained his status as the King of Angels, to fall into a brief state of unconsciousness.

"You seem very confident in the creation of 'Steam'." With a low sigh, Renekton seemed to be in a good mood and explained to the Red Angel Evil Spirit:
"The knowledge on the mysterious side is very different from the knowledge on the real side represented by 'steam'."

“Mysticism is the belief that everything is a mystery, that the universe is inextricable, that truth is an illusion, and that everything is possible.”

As the words fell, his aura continued to rise, as if the vast starry sky above his head was within reach, and yet always out of reach, with no end in sight, and he had stepped into an unspeakable and indescribable level.

Although he has not yet regained the uniqueness of the "Hermit", with the "Knowledge Emperor" as the cornerstone, he can rely on his own special features to leverage higher-level power within the scope of his own authority.

A thin black mist continuously pours out, creating colors, overlapping peaks, riddles and illusions around, as if revealing an ineffable truth to the world.

This is the "mysterious" authority belonging to the "hermit"!

He brought down the "fog of thought" and "rain of senses" around him, distorting reality with the power of ego and idealism, adding variables, and turning everything into an unknown state that is difficult to clarify.

In this state, the illusory books created by the "God of Steam and Machinery" are no longer stable and complete, but are full of mysteries.

The book was covered with a thin and dense black mist, adding a touch of mystery to the illusory book.

In the illusory book, the purple-red flames on the hands of the giant red angel evil spirit kept shaking, as if they were about to go out, and as if they wanted to ignite everything around them and burn all unreasonable appearances.

Ignoring Medici Soren Einhorn's actions, Renekton began to reconstruct the illusory book in a mysterious way, attempting to create a legitimate loophole.

Under the cover of "mystery", established facts and truths are just appearances, and everything is possible!
Huge lavender eyes grew out of the void, circling each other and overlapping, forming a passage that was both illusory and real, leading to a place outside the illusory book.

The next second, an exaggerated giant sword surrounded by purple-red flames slashed down diagonally, trying to interrupt Renekton's movements and split him into two.

Under the gaze of many eyes that appeared out of thin air, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted. The straight sword swung by the Red Angel Evil Spirit twisted into a strange arc in the air, spontaneously avoiding Renekton and the passage that was taking shape.

"This messed up ability is really annoying." Medici squinted his lips and said impatiently, "When it comes to playing tricks, you're more talented than that old dragon."

Renekton smiled, looking in a good mood, and explained to Medici:

"Under the cover of 'mystery', common sense will no longer be common sense. Any behavior and thing will have variables, and I can just grasp every variable."

As he finished his words, Medici, who had transformed into a fire giant, strangely shrank and became less than two meters long. The flames that had originally lingered on his body were reduced to sparks that kept leaping out.

Medici looked around in surprise, then laughed and said:

"Interesting. I can feel that my body size has not changed. So, you changed the surrounding environment and compressed the surrounding space to create the illusion that I was shrunk?"

(End of this chapter)