Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 700 Resurrection failed
In the captain's room of the "Dawn", Bernadette listened to the familiar voice echoing in her ears. A vague figure vaguely appeared in her eyes, a figure she was very familiar with. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up into a smile.

On the "Future" sailing in the Sonia Sea, Cattleya's body suddenly stiffened. A deep lavender flashed in her eyes. Her gaze carefully scanned the ship and the surrounding waters.

“Is this the voice of Emperor Roselle? He, no, He is resurrected?” Cattleya’s voice was a little out of control.

She had never met this legendary figure, but because of her relationship with Bernadette, she knew a lot about Roselle and had deep feelings of admiration for him.

Feeling the voice still faintly echoing in her ears and the illusory figure emerging in her eyes, her intuition as a "mystic" told her that this was Emperor Roselle, Emperor Roselle who had returned as a great being!

On the "Black Emperor" that was traveling through the spiritual world, the figure of "King of the Five Seas" Nast walked out of the cabin in the blink of an eye and appeared at the front of the deck.

The pitch-black hull of the "Black Emperor" faded away, quickly leaving the spiritual world and appearing on the surface of the foggy sea.

Nast looked deeply at the sky covered with thin mist. The bright starlight broke through the blockade of the mist, reflecting a hazy galaxy below and into the eyes of every Intis person, allowing them to see Roselle's figure and hear his voice.

In the Republic of Intis in the northern continent, the entire country fell into an eerie silence. The eyes of most people showed confusion, excitement, and helplessness. They dared not believe what they saw and heard, but they also dared not disbelieve it.

The Extraordinary people who knew more and understood more were also silent, with mixed emotions, both incredulous and inexplicably excited.

Thanks to Roselle's legendary experience and his outstanding contributions in the fields of reality and mysticism, in Intis, as long as they are not descendants of the Soran family or other nobles who have been suppressed by him, his reputation is very good. He is the goal and idol of many young people.

For a "Black Emperor", a true god, this is a natural advantage, because every Intis citizen who worships him is his anchor and the faith that stabilizes his own state.

Because of the existence of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, even the Soran family, once the royal family of Intis, could only suppress and reduce Roselle's influence, but could not directly discredit and ban everything about him.

And now, they deeply regretted not being able to withstand the pressure from the Steam Church and completely erase Roselle from the history of Intis.

In the foggy sea, almost everyone in Intis's fleet heard the words echoing in their ears and saw the hazy, illusory, but extremely oppressive figure.

This effect did not last long. A flash of lightning stained with rust and blood flashed across the sky. The "Weather Warlock" hidden in the mist used the angel-level "mind communication" to tightly connect everyone on the fleet and strip away the influence exerted by Roselle.

In the illusory and abstract star realm, dark shadows continuously flowed out and spread all around, making the entire star realm appear a lot dimmer.

Under the interweaving of shadows, it seemed as if a world of dark order was constructed, where stood a dark and majestic throne, and Roselle's figure sat on it, overlooking the entire world, planning order, and ruling the earth!

This state did not last long. With the blessing of the "Black Emperor" status, the uniqueness was accepted by him with almost no resistance.

With support, he also entered reality from a conceptual and abstract state, reappeared in the astral world, and brought the resurrection of the "Black Emperor" to the final step.

Without any hindrance, Roselle established a connection with the three unaccommodated "Prince of Order" characteristics, utilizing and amplifying the aggregation effect, allowing them to spontaneously break free of the seal and fly into the star realm.

However, the process was not as smooth as he had imagined. He only attracted two copies of the "Prince of Order Killing". The third characteristic was pulled back by some force. Even if he relied on the status of the "Black Emperor", it would be difficult to recover that characteristic in a short period of time.

Following the connection between the Beyonder characteristics, Roselle turned his gaze to the real Loen and Backlund's palace.

"The third characteristic is in the palace of Loen. Damn it, it must be the work of the Genie. I said we shouldn't let Him pollute Augustus I so quickly."

While talking to himself, he tried to use his own status to interfere with William Augustus I, who was corrupted by the djinn.

Chains like the shadow of order hung down from the illusory and abstract astral world and pierced into the palace in Backlund in an unstoppable manner.

Almost at the same time, in the star realm, in an illusory kingdom where steam was constantly rising and gears were turning, pieces of light were scattered.

These lights spontaneously condense into one projection after another, which seem thin but give people an extremely heavy feeling.

The scroll that carries thousands and tens of thousands of years of civilization, the thick and vast civilization scroll blocked Roselle's sight, and at the same time hindered the chains he cast, making it impossible for him to directly interfere with reality and retrieve the last copy of the "Prince of Order Killing".

"Hmph, 'steam'!"

Roselle's angry voice echoed in the star realm. Without this last characteristic, he could not truly return.

On the Dawn, space suddenly twisted, and layers of golden ripples spread out of thin air, condensing into a distorted and chaotic golden figure in front of Renekton. The Genie briefly broke through the limitations of the Wishing Lamp, allowing himself to interfere with reality and appear in front of Renekton.

"you cheated me."

His tone was filled with anger, like layers of noisy mumbling.

Renekton looked at the Djinn twisting into a bunch of golden vortices and replied calmly:
"I have fulfilled my promise in the previous transaction. There is no deception between us."

The lamp god snorted coldly and said in a bad tone:
"You did help me infect a 'Hand of Order', but when I tried to reclaim the authority that belonged to the Shadow of Order, you forcibly took me out of the mausoleum."

"Without my consent, the last trait of the 'Prince of Order' will not be easily aggregated into the astral realm. By the time the 'Black Emperor' is resurrected, everything may be over."

As the words fell, the figure of the Djinn shrank back like ripples and disappeared from Renekton's sight.

Looking at the direction where the Djinn disappeared, Renekton whispered:
"How do you know that I don't want you to delay Roselle's resurrection?"

"Humph!"

On the empty deck, the Lamp God's cold snort echoed around and soon disappeared completely.

In the southern continent, in a coastal port in the easternmost part of Uttar Pradesh, clusters of red and yellow flames intertwined in the air to form a blazing flaming spear, which shot towards the streets on the ground, aiming directly at the "Secret Saint" Butis who was standing there in a daze.

Under the black robe, Butis, with slightly curly brown hair and deep eyes, stood stiffly on the spot uncontrollably, his thoughts were obscure and difficult to move, and he looked like a machine completely corroded by rust.

As a "secret mage", he can clearly feel the hidden power appearing around him, the increasingly strong intuition of danger, and his own abnormal state.

".Secret.Puppet.Transformation!"

As his thoughts were turning with difficulty, he saw a figure quietly appear in front of him. It was a middle-aged man wearing a silk hat and a black suit.

He had obvious features of the southern continent, with a bronze complexion, soft features, and eyes that looked weathered and sharp, like a noble of very high status.

Butis instinctively felt that the other person looked familiar, but he was having trouble thinking and couldn't recall more.

The moment this figure appeared, his body and soul turned cold, as if he was dying bit by bit. Even his extraordinary characteristics were dying uncontrollably. All his struggles and efforts vanished in an instant.

boom!
A violent explosion sounded, waves of fire surged, and the blazing flames engulfed all of Butis's thoughts. Under the infection of the power of death, he finally felt a trace of warmth, a warmth that filled his entire body.

In less than two seconds, all the warmth and coldness faded away, he lost all consciousness and vitality, and even his soul was annihilated.

The surrounding red and yellow flames suddenly gathered in front, reorganizing Anderson's body in mid-air and falling to the ground flexibly.

He looked with surprise at the "Secret Saint" Butis, who was left in a charred mass on the ground. He did not expect that a demigod known for his agility and mystery would die in front of him without any struggle or resistance.

Retracting his gaze, he looked at Azik, whose face was gentle and expressionless, and said, "Hey!" He bowed respectfully and said, "I'm so happy!"

"As expected of an angel from the realm of death, a saint died just like that, unable to put up even the slightest resistance."

"To be honest, I just imagined dozens of different developments and response plans in my mind. I didn't expect that this hunt would end so easily, just like how you helped Gehrman Sparrow hunt that 'Admiral of Hell' Ludwell."

Azik glanced at Anderson and shook his head slowly.
"There is no need to underestimate yourself. The Harvest of an Iron Knight with all his strength is hard to bear even for the strong demigods, let alone the fragile Mystic."

"I just imposed some restrictions on him, making it difficult for him to resist or call for help, while also interfering with any possible sight and divination."

As he spoke, pale flames fell from Azik's palm one after another, completely wiping out the ashes and breath left by the "Secret Saint" Butis.

In just a moment, even the charred marks on the ground disappeared.

(End of this chapter)