Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 699 Return (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!!)

Roselle nodded and stared at Bernadette with the eyes of an old father for a long time. When Bernadette turned her head away, he coughed, turned his eyes away, and said calmly:

"The Church of the Earth is still very credible in this regard, but I always feel that the 'Mother Earth Goddess' behaves very contradictory at times. This should not only be the influence of the 'Original Moon'."

"It won't be long before you know the answer, an answer that will surprise everyone."

Renekton responded casually, and before Roselle could ask further questions, his body instantly became illusory and decomposed into streams of information, rushing towards the island ahead.

A quiet and dim starlight was looming in the thin mist. Gradually, the surrounding sea breeze became quiet, and the constantly rolling waves were reduced a lot. The originally thin mist became thicker and continued to spread outward, covering a large area of ​​the surrounding sea.

In the captain's room, Roselle looked at Bernadette, smiled and nodded:

"I'm going to turn off my phone for a while. When I wake up again, we can actually meet."

"Yes, it will succeed." Bernadette nodded solemnly in response.

Russell smiled and nodded firmly, with dark red and silver-white spots of light continuously emanating from his body.

On the island covered by thick fog, eyes emerged from the fog, flashing pure light, looking at every wisp of wind, every drop of water, and every piece of soil around them.

Renekton stood in the center of the island, holding the wish charm he got from Zaratul in his hand. While infusing it with spirituality, he whispered in the ancient Hermetic language:
"I make a wish"

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and countless gray-white spots of light appeared in front of Renekton's eyes. He reached out and grabbed one of the spots of light based on his intuition.

An invisible torrent surged out from the depths of the collective subconscious ocean, carrying with it a strange force, quickly sweeping over the surroundings.

The barren island composed of many reefs and shells expanded rapidly. Soil appeared on the ground and lush trees grew. Then a huge mausoleum made of neatly cut boulders emerged.

Renekton's figure was better covered by the mausoleum, and he appeared directly inside the mausoleum, in the hall with a dark throne.

A human figure made up of pure shadow instantly appeared in front of Renekton. There were many cracks of varying sizes on its body, and light blue starlight or deep red moonlight constantly poured out of it, filling it with a feeling of chaos and distortion.

"As the 'Black Emperor', you should be able to maintain your balance."

Sighing at the black figure in front of him that seemed to have no rationality at all, Renekton raised his hand and pressed it on its shoulder. A deep blue and almost purple glow flowed in his eyes, condensing into one complex and illusory symbol after another. At the same time, he stepped back and pulled a deep red figure from it.

Without any pause, Renekton's other hand drew an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol in the air, a symbol of pale death!
Under the infection of death, the color of the deep red figure without any strength to support it gradually faded, and its movements became slow, as if it was striding madly towards the end of death.

In less than two seconds, its aura weakened to the extreme and uncontrollably turned into a pile of debris and dust, floating all over the ground.

As the pollution from the "original moon" was cleaned up by Renekton, the cracks on the black figure's body quickly faded and disappeared.

His sanity gradually returned, and two tiny cracks appeared on his head, through which a pair of blue eyes appeared.

After a brief silence, Russell said in a voice filled with deep fatigue:
"You solved the pollution that has troubled me for so long so easily. This makes me look like a waste, don't you know that?"

"I should say: Have you finally come to a correct understanding of yourself?" Renekton replied casually.

As he spoke, eyes appeared out of thin air around him. They stared at the shadow that was the embodiment of Roselle's will from different directions, extracting information from his body. This was the pollution of the "wilderness of knowledge". Roselle, who was left with only a shadow, stiffened for a moment and said slowly, "It's better for you not to speak."

After a pause, he continued: "I need to adjust my condition, which won't take too long."

"Within a quarter of an hour, the 'Original Moon' will not be able to find you, let alone erode you."

Renekton nodded in response, and his body instantly became ethereal, decomposing into waves of complex knowledge, which enveloped the entire island in the form of a torrent of information, constantly surging, creating an exaggerated information storm.

Silently, the surroundings became dim, the thick fog turned dark, and a vague and illusory starry sky was faintly revealed, a starry sky projected from the star realm!

Inside the mausoleum, Roselle, who was made of pure shadow, seemed to have grown flesh and blood inside, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically.

After a moment of silence, two cracks appeared on his head again, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

His gaze penetrated the mausoleum built of huge stones and the thick fog, and looked at the "Dawn" anchored dozens of miles away.

In the captain's room, the gray-white slate engraved with many strange symbols and logos held in Bernadette's hand seemed to be attracted and instantly turned dark, emitting a substantial shadow that dissipated little by little in her hand.

The next second, this strange stone slab appeared directly in Russell's hand, turning into a tangible shadow and flowing into his body.

The dark human figure began to squirm uncontrollably, and grew long, slightly curly hair. The outlines of a nose, lips, ears, and a beard appeared on his face. He put on a thick coat, and although it was still pitch black, one could feel his dignity and splendor.

His body was quite illusory, as if it had become some kind of illusion, and it looked like it was isolated in another world, constantly being lifted up, becoming majestic and tall, rising into the star realm.

During this process, he saw the deep red color gushing out from under the mausoleum, like a red moon about to rise.

Above the red moon, a thin black mist continuously gushed out, creating strange hues, overlapping peaks, riddles and illusions. It was like an indescribable truth that was difficult to break through, and it confined the red moon that wanted to rise firmly underground.

"The authority of 'Mystery' already has a hint of 'Hidden Sage'. No, in a sense, it even surpasses 'Hidden Sage'."

"After many twists and turns, I ended up mixing these two paths together."

"Is this fate? From the moment I chose to become a 'generalist', I have been watched, put on the chessboard, and included in the script. Haha, I must have interacted with the 'audience' too much, so I always think about the script."

While talking to himself, Roselle had already ascended into the astral realm. He could feel the gazes coming at him from the ground, from the astral realm, and from the starry sky.

They may be full of malice, indifferent, or joyful and excited.

Roselle did not pay attention to the gazes of these angels, true gods, and evil gods. His resurrection had already begun and it could not be reversed or stopped.

As he reestablished his connection with the real world, he felt his own anchor, the spirit and will within it, which came from his daughter, his believers, and his subjects.

The figure gradually became clearer and more colorful, but the still illusory Russell curled the corners of his lips, allowing his voice to reach the ears of everyone who had a real or mystical connection with him:

"Intis, your emperor is back!"

(End of this chapter)