Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 695 Cleanup
After responding to the prayers from the Tarot Club members, Klein let out a long breath and leaned back in his high-back chair, muttering to himself:

"Although they each have their reasons for praying to me, not all of them have important matters. Some of them prayed to me for very far-fetched reasons. Who exerted such influence? Or was it the manifestation of good luck that I borrowed from history by taking Will's ice cream?"

"The most urgent issue should be how to revive. Amon will definitely wait for me here, unless someone sends Him away. But that's useless. He still has clones. Even if they are only at the saint level, it will be very difficult for me."

As he spoke, Klein extended his spirituality and touched the crimson star that represented Renekton.

In the city of Asak, which is located on the border of Uttar Pradesh and the Star Plateau, a torrent of information that is difficult to observe with the naked eye rushed out from the spiritual world, quickly converging and reconstructing Renekton's body.

The war launched by the Steam Church was more intense than he had expected. This gave the Rose School, which had been eyeing the Pas Valley and Uttar Pradesh, an opportunity. Under the leadership of "Son of God" Sua, they began to frequently harass and destroy cities and estates along the border of Uttar Pradesh.

In the absence of more combat power, the angels of the Moss Ascetic Order can only rely on the flexibility of information technology to rush to various battlefields frequently.

As soon as he arrived in Asak City, a thick gray fog suddenly emerged in Renekton's field of vision. Klein's figure was looming in the gray fog, appearing extremely tall and mysterious.

Klein's voice then echoed in his ears: "I have temporarily gotten rid of Amon, but I need some help."

"Wait a minute, I saw an old friend from the Rose School."

Renekton interrupted Klein's description. His body instantly became ethereal and decomposed into streams of information. In the blink of an eye, he crossed half the street and reunited in front of a middle-aged man wearing a white robe inlaid with gold thread.

The moment he saw Renekton's face clearly, a look of astonishment flashed across his sunken eye sockets, followed by deep panic.

Renekton smiled at him and asked calmly:
"Long time no see. Why did the East Balam Highland Resistance come to Uttar Pradesh?"

As he was speaking, the sparsely populated streets and the houses with human or animal skulls hanging on them disappeared one after another, like a torn curtain, revealing the dark wilderness behind.

A hint of panic flashed in Mahmus' brown eyes. He stretched out his hand and pulled at his lips. The golden nails covered with fine patterns embedded in his lips spontaneously popped open. He then opened his mouth and let out a sharp scream that pierced the spirit body.

The shriek had not yet spread two meters before it was drowned out in the wilderness.

Renekton stretched out his hand and dragged it in the void. Starlight quickly emerged and spontaneously gathered in his hand, bursting out with golden light and condensing into a spear that was extremely pure and extremely white.

The strong smell of the sun made Mahmud feel uncomfortable instinctively and he wanted to stay away.

Renekton calmly looked at the strong and calm Mahmus in front of him. He did not rush to kill him. He allowed the other party to counterattack and asked in a calm tone:
"Aren't you going to ask your teacher to rescue you?"

As he spoke, his body became vague, as if it did not exist at all.

The figure of Renekton that had just appeared in Mahrams' eyes quickly disappeared, and his attempt to establish a connection between the two parties failed before it even succeeded.

At the place where Renekton stood, a dark and sticky liquid continued to seep out, dripping onto the ground and being swallowed up by the pitch-black wilderness.

The spear in Renekton's hand, which was almost made of pure sunlight, was stabbed into Mahmus' body little by little, penetrating his chest and piercing his heart.

Mahmus' body twisted and turned into a mystical puppet made of straw and sawdust. It was pierced by the spear in Renekton's hand and quickly turned into a red flame and dissipated.

Mahmouds' figure then emerged dozens of meters away, with one hand covering his chest and gasping for breath. It was obvious that although he had just avoided the fatal attack, he still suffered considerable damage and pain.

The spear in Renekton's hand flew out in an instant and pierced Mahmus' body again.

After relying on the secret puppet to avoid the fatal attack again, Mahmud's figure emerged in another direction.

The spear made of pure sunlight spontaneously shattered after penetrating the mystical puppet, and expanded into a miniature sun that was so bright that it was bright enough to illuminate the entire city.

Under the scorching sun, Mahmus' body evaporated quickly, and blue-black smoke continued to emerge from his body. At the same time, black liquid formed by countless tiny insects slowly flowed out, dripped to the ground, and was swallowed up by the wilderness.

Pure golden light like a tide surged out from everywhere and transformed into golden shackles that bound him tightly.

Under the erosion of the pure solar aura, Mahmud's various extraordinary abilities were always destroyed before they could take shape.

As time went by, Mahmus' body gradually became shriveled, like a wind-dried corpse, and a little pale fluorescence began to emanate from his body.

This was a Beyonder characteristic that was forcibly precipitated under the "purification" of the light of the Sun Domain. When Renekton thought that Sua would not appear and was about to directly transform Mahams into a Beyonder characteristic, a viscous black liquid suddenly flowed out of his shriveled body. It was an extremely corrosive liquid.

These liquids seemed to come alive, wriggling strangely and spreading around, making the feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness spread rapidly.

Under the influence of the "filth" power, the surroundings instantly dried up and cracked, madness continued to spread, and pale skulls, eyeballs with obvious blood vessels, tongues with fangs, and evil twisted scarlet vines grew out of the dark wilderness.
These strange creatures that grew out twisted and intertwined together, forming the shape of an evil, twisted tree, like a twisted arm, slapping fiercely towards the direction where Renekton was.

Under the influence of this "arm", the surrounding spirituality continued to change, as if it had turned into layer upon layer of barriers, trying to bind Renekton in place and restrict his movements.

boom!
Amidst the loud banging sounds, a bunch of bubbles reflecting dreamy colors flew out, and then shattered and disappeared in an instant under the influence of the smell of filth and curse.

Renekton's figure appeared in the air. He stretched out his hand and dragged out an ancient-style spear from the void. The spear was burning with balls of dark red blood from the tip to the handle.

He then threw the dark red spear, which was stretched and enlarged in the air, nailing the twisted and evil "arm" to the ground.

During the struggle, the "arm" gradually turned bright red, and it seemed that bright red blood was flowing out, and even the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The power of the "abyss" is restless and expanding, giving people a feeling as if a volcano will erupt at any time, as if it will directly destroy everything around it the moment it erupts.

"This feeling is similar to the 'Flesh Bomb' of the 'Rose Bishop'. Is this the inspiration for the explosion by the Aurora Society?"

After muttering to himself, Renekton's figure became transparent and illusory, and he directly left this space created by mysterious reproduction.

The moment he left, bright red flooded everything.

In the city of Asak, Renekton's figure appeared silently on the street. Thick green vines hung down from the sky, covering the entire city like a rainstorm, deeply burying the extraordinary people of the "aliens" and "demon" paths in the city and sending them to another space woven by pea vines.

This scene did not attract anyone's attention. No matter whether it was the ordinary people in this city or the extraordinary people, they seemed to be completely blind to the green vines that kept hanging down and the people who disappeared around them one after another.

After solving the problems in Asak City, Renekton found a quiet place to sit down. Green vines hung down, quickly covering his figure.

Above the gray fog, Klein sat at the head of the mottled long table. Looking at Renekton and Azik on the right side of the table, he described his previous experiences and current situation in detail.

Finally, he added: "Is there any way to change the place where I am resurrected? Or can I only choose to continue living as a ghost?"

Renekton leaned back in his chair and gave a concise reminder:
"Twisting, or cheating, fooling the rules."

Azik frowned and thought for a while before saying:

"Only those who have reached the level of angels and have undergone a qualitative change in their extraordinary abilities can do this."

"But there aren't many Beyonders who can take these paths, and even fewer who can become angels. The only ones I can think of are Amon and Zaratul, whom you've already met."

"There is another one, Pales Zoroast, who is parasitic on my colleague Leonard Mitchell in Tingen City."

Klein reacted quickly and planned to seek help from Leonard's grandfather.

As soon as this thought arose, it quickly sank. I had just pretended to be Amon and scared Pales Zoroast, and now I was going to him for help. The old man would probably laugh mockingly and then say firmly: No help.

Renekton glanced at Klein and could probably guess what he was thinking, so he chuckled and said:

"I took some spirit worms off Zaratul before. You can try to make a spell with the effect of 'fooling' or 'tampering'."

"Let me try."

Klein nodded solemnly and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Whether asking for help from Pales Zoroast or making a spell with a "fooling" effect himself, it was better than choosing to die and then active as a dead spirit.

After discussing Klein's problem, Renekton turned his head to look at Mr. Azik beside him, nodded to him and said:

"Mr. Azik, I think I might need some help."

(End of this chapter)