Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 694 Suicide Success
"There is no illusion, what you see is the truth." Renekton emphasized in a low voice.

"Oh, really? So you've delayed for so long, have you cleared the way out?"

Medici sneered, and as he finished speaking, the flames on his body leaped up with a bang, continuously expanding, igniting the surroundings and creating an exaggerated sea of ​​red fire.

The red flames continued to surge, condensing into one exaggerated fire snake after another, trying to engulf Renekton.

The moment he was touched by the fire snake, Renekton looked at Medici and smiled, then his body became illusory and turned into a pile of foam.

Under the light of the fire, these bubbles reflected a red color, scattered and disappeared in an instant.

Above the violent sea, a light formed by countless complex knowledge emerged out of thin air, surging rapidly and reconstructing Renekton's body.

After looking around, he stretched out his hand and pulled at the void in front of him. A book covered with a layer of black mist was dragged out from the void.

Beneath the black mist, red, lavender, and white flames continued to leap up, trying to ignite the book.

"Where do you think I will throw this book? In the starry sky, or underground?"

Renekton's words made the book in his hand shake even more violently. Lightning, frost and fire continued to fill the air, as if all kinds of disasters were brewing in the book.

With one hand, Renekton held the book to prevent it from escaping from him. With the other hand, he extended his index finger, created pieces of bright starlight, and drew an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol out of thin air, which he engraved on the illusory book.

This symbol came from Pale Death. When he recast this magical item before, he also analyzed the knowledge and abilities contained in it.

As the symbol fell and was imprinted inside the book, the black mist that was slowly surging on the illusory book began to solidify.

The flames, frost and lightning that were constantly moving under the black fog began to weaken, the brewing disaster began to stop, and the aura belonging to Medici gradually faded, as if it was striding towards the end of death.

Looking at the book in his hand that was becoming increasingly transparent and illusory, as if it would disappear at any moment, Renekton casually threw it to the sea below. Along with the light of stars, it sank into the sea and into the depths of the raging sea.

"It's a pity that I don't have the authority of the 'Earth' and can't make the ground crack. Otherwise, I would definitely sink you into the 'Sea of ​​Chaos'."

After muttering something in a low voice, Renekton's body instantly became illusory and decomposed into huge streams of information, which poured into the spiritual world in the form of a torrent of information.

In the God-forsaken Land, the historical projection of Renekton summoned by Klein suddenly became vivid and lively.

He looked around calmly and saw the historical projections of Zaratul, Antigonus before he became a half-fool, William Augustus I, the founder of Loen, and Mr. Men when he was still an ordinary angel.

Mr. Men of this period appears to be a younger gentleman, with a handsome but old-fashioned face, black hair, and a pair of bright blue eyes.

With so many historical projections, wouldn't Klein be drained? Moreover, wouldn't this lineup really bring together the "Dark Demon Wolves" wandering in the God-forsaken Land? As his thoughts floated, he set his sights on Klein, and complex and illusory symbols condensed in his eyes one after another.

In just a moment, a large amount of complicated and useless knowledge was forcefully poured into Klein's mind.

As his thoughts were hazy, Klein felt as if his head was about to explode. The severe pain made him unable to muster any energy, but strangely, he himself was not hurt at all.

Amon appeared silently in front of Renekton. He adjusted his monocle with one hand, looked at Klein, and said with great interest:
"interesting."

As He spoke, transparent tentacles covered with mysterious patterns lashed over. At the same time, strange monsters were suspended in the air around Him, like hams waiting to be dried.

Antigonus spoke in a hoarse voice, like a puppet without any ups and downs in his voice:

“I made a wish, and the Kingdom of God came.”

He did not use languages ​​like Giant, Dragon or Elf, but he was able to leverage the power of nature. The ups and downs of his voice were somewhat similar to the howl of a wolf, and it was a language unique to the magic wolf clan.

As His words fell, the darkness around Him suddenly became thick and sticky, surging like a tide, as if it had its own life, rushing towards Amon from all directions, trying to drown Him.

Wherever the darkness submerged and enveloped the place, all the monsters instantly turned into secret puppets.

This is the power of "darkness" and "fool", and is the power wielded by the ancient god "Wolf of Destruction" Flegra!
Antigonus used miracles to materialize part of his father's kingdom of God into the real world.

Amon's figure quickly expanded in the darkness, becoming as tall as a hill. The darkness brought by the ancient gods' kingdom continued to surge around him, but it could never really submerge him, as if he was in two different worlds. At the same time, Arianna emerged from her hidden state. She had quietly come behind Amon, holding a bone sword covered with strange patterns in her hand, and stabbed at Amon with extremely dense darkness.

William Augustus I, with a dull look in his eyes, clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it hard at Amon, "executing" him.

Mr. Men's historical projection disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in all directions around Amon. Mr. Men's figure was everywhere, each one of them was real and could display his extraordinary abilities.

The eyes of Mr. Part of the Gate flashed with clear blue light, as if containing layers of illusory doors.

The remaining part of Mr. Men's figure reflected an illusory, slowly turning book in his eyes, and he began to use various powerful extraordinary abilities that he had recorded.

The darkness around grew deeper, and silvery ripples spread out in circles, as if influencing fate. Pitch-black, purple-red, and blazing white flames appeared out of thin air.

At the same time, starlight was continuously transmitted out, twisting and changing around Amon, forming one door after another.

On the ground not far away, Klein's face turned pale in an instant. He had borrowed false spirituality from his past self several times in a row. Even so, his spirituality was still not enough and could not sustain the consumption of these historical projections at any time.

"Mr. Men is indeed amazing. His consumption of my spiritual energy alone exceeds the sum of the other angel-level beings. From now on, I can no longer summon the historical projections of the 'apprentice' path casually."

When he was talking to himself and preparing to commit suicide again, a "ticking" sound suddenly rang in his ears. The whole world seemed to stop for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

Then he saw that all the attacks launched by the angel projections had gone wrong. Their attack targets had all been modified and turned into the historical projections of Zaratul.

Almost in a short moment, Zaratul's historical projection experienced many blows such as fire, lightning strike, dormancy, being hidden, and being torn apart.

Even the "Mysterious Servant" who was good at escaping and saving his life found it difficult to avoid so many attacks, and the historical projection was destroyed in an instant.

As Zaratul left the stage, the three historical projections summoned by Him also disappeared.

Amon's figure quietly returned to normal and fell to the ground. He looked at Renekton, who had been watching the show without taking any action, and chuckled and said:
"How are you going to stop me?"

As he spoke, the shadow of an old, mottled wall clock appeared behind him, and the longest hand on the clock began to rotate at an extremely fast speed.

With a gleam of light constantly flowing in his eyes and condensing complex symbols one after another, Renekton's figure disappeared in an instant. Along with him, Arianna, who had entered a secret state, also disappeared.

Almost at the same time when Amon stole the duration of the historical projection, Klein read out a name in a deep voice:
"Leodro."

Boom!

Successfully pronouncing the name briefly gave Klein some joy in his heart, and then his vision was flooded by the blinding silver-white, and he completely lost consciousness and his life.

Relying on the divine power left by the "Lord of Storms" in the God-Forsaken Land, Klein took advantage of the historical projection's obstruction of Amon and successfully completed his suicide.

This was the message that Zaratul and the others conveyed to Klein when they were delaying Amon after Renekton failed in his attempt to kill Klein directly, telling him to seize the opportunity and complete his suicide.

The dazzling silver-white did not last long. When all the electric flashes dissipated, a layer of the ground had disappeared, and it became bumpy, full of vitrified soil and a pungent burnt smell.

Amon stood there calmly, looking at the place where Klein's figure had disappeared for a while, and let out a long breath.
"A familiar feeling, the ever-annoying Leodro."

As His words fell, silver and white began to gather in the sky again, but it could not take shape, as if something went wrong and it could not find the place to strike.

The frequent lightning in the sky made the surroundings brighter. Amon took off the monocle on his right eye and found that a long crack had appeared on the mirror surface.

Above the gray fog, Klein's figure quietly emerged.

He let out a long breath and sat on the high-back chair that belonged to The Fool. He looked at the illusory stars that kept shrinking and expanding around him, creating crimson ripples, and a smile of relief appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Fortunately, if the Tarot Club members hadn't prayed for various reasons and pulled my spirit, I would have been resurrected right where I was and then caught by Amon again."

With a sigh, he began to check them one by one, and then responded to the prayers of the Tarot Club members.

(End of this chapter)