Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 702 Changes
The people from Moon City who were following Nim also underwent significant changes. They became noticeably healthier and carried various types of mushrooms with them.

Renekton withdrew his gaze with a complicated expression and sighed in his heart:
This time, Frank made a feat that surpassed the Church of "Mother Earth". His mushrooms became the most important source of food in the God-forsaken Land and the Southern Continent. If the war continues, the lower-class civilians in the Northern Continent will also regard this mushroom as their staple food, which is an unimaginable future.

As Renekton sighed, Klein also came closer and said calmly:
"I heard some sounds through Moon City's sacrifice to this gray fog. They sounded like layers of chaotic prayers. I plan to make some attempts. I need you to help watch over it to avoid any accidents."

"Okay." Renekton nodded slightly. He was very interested in what Klein was going to try.

After receiving Renekton's response, Klein reached out and pulled out his own historical projection from the historical pore, then made his body disappear and his consciousness awakened on the projection.

Then, under Renekton's gaze, Klein's historical projection walked to the front of the solidified gray-white mist, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it.

After staring for two seconds, he opened his mouth, lowered his voice, and recited in Chinese:

“Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord;
Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun;

Fusheng Xuanhuang God;

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. "

As the last word fell, the barrier composed of endless gray fog began to shake noticeably. This movement was different from the movement created by Renekton's previous attack methods. It was like a lake into which a huge rock was thrown.

The ripples were moving rapidly, swaying, and overlapping with each other, vaguely seeming to outline the shape of a door.

Behind Klein, Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly, and an uncontrollable excitement welled up in his heart. He seemed to have heard the call from the original body on the other side of the gray fog.

At this moment, a silver-white lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the surroundings.

Under Renekton's gaze, the door ultimately failed to take shape. It seemed that some necessary conditions were missing and the complete key could not be assembled.

After thinking for a moment, Renekton suggested:
"Why don't you take some Time Bugs, Star Bugs, and Spirit Bugs as aids, mix their auras, and try again?"

"I can only maintain three historical images at the same time." Klein shook his head slowly.

After a moment of silence, Klein canceled his historical projection. His real body reappeared from where he had just disappeared. He looked at Renekton and said:

"I'll summon your historical projection later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately stopped maintaining this historical projection.

Coming to the barrier formed by the gray fog again, Klein stretched out his hand and took out a small insect with twelve transparent segments from the void. After a pause, he continued to stretch out his hand and took out the Spirit Insect and the Star Insect respectively.

Holding the three translucent worms from history in his palms, he took a deep breath and pressed his hands on the gray fog barrier. While wafting his spiritual energy, he recited in a low voice:
"Blessings to the Immortal Xuan Huang."

This time the gray fog shook even more violently, and among the ripples, a magnificent and ancient door, full of mystery, as if it could accommodate a giant, slowly emerged.

The door took shape for just a moment, and before it could be opened, it disappeared, as if the breath used to support its appearance had been exhausted.

Klein withdrew his right hand from the gray fog barrier and spread out his palm. The three insects taken out from the historical pores had disappeared, not because their duration had expired, but because they had been exhausted.

Staring at the place where the door just appeared for a few seconds, Klein let out a long breath and whispered to himself:
"Indeed, it requires some kind of characteristic produced by the overlap of these three adjacent pathways to open the barrier."

"I have a feeling that we can't really deceive this barrier by relying solely on historical projections. The real key may need to wait until a true god who masters these three paths appears."

"The ones closest to Sequence 0 right now should be Amon and Mr. Men. One is always trying to catch me, and the other is still lost in the endless darkness and storm."

While mumbling to himself, he had already summoned Renekton's historical projection again and described the changes that had just taken place in detail. At the end, he added:
"What do you think? Or, is there anything you want to say?"

Renekton looked at Klein in surprise and said with a smile:
"Me? Subjectively speaking, I certainly hope that you can remove the seal as soon as possible and make me whole again."

"But just from my personal perspective, from Rekton South's personal perspective, I hope this process can be delayed a little bit."

"Just like the 'True Creator' and Adam both want to reintegrate with their own will and become complete again, I have the same idea."

"This is the selfishness of life that is born out of continuation."

Klein was silent for two seconds, then suddenly laughed out loud: "You guys have made yourselves so divided and confrontational, are you sure you won't have any mental problems?"

Renekton shrugged. He didn’t understand Klein’s joke and said in a flat tone:
“When you reach the angel level, no matter how good or bad your condition is, everyone has some mental problems to a greater or lesser extent. The higher you go, the more serious it becomes.” Klein did not reply. Instead, he silently took out a gold-cased pocket watch from his bosom. He took the pocket watch out of the cracks in history through his clothes.

He looked down at the time and said:
"It's time to preach to the people of Moon City. Do you want to leave first?"

Renekton smiled and said, "Of course I want to watch this kind of interesting thing."

The two walked side by side and soon came to where the people of Moon City were gathered. They were sitting in front of a huge rock, surrounding a bonfire.

Around the bonfire lay corpses of monsters, and all kinds of mushrooms grew on them. Some were big, some were small, some were pure white, some were dark, and some were dark red.
The air was filled with the aroma of fat being roasted and milk being cooked.
Renekton sat on the ground next to the Moon City High Priest Nim in a very familiar manner. He reached out and took a piece of mushroom with blood-colored patterns on it that was sizzling while being roasted. He would tear the mushroom into small strips and put them into his mouth.

Klein was surprised by his skillful movements and asked curiously:
"You like this kind of mushroom?"

Renekton paused for a moment while tearing the mushrooms, then said with a smile that was not very funny:
"You'll understand if you go to the southern continent. The war is escalating, and all safe shipping routes have been cut off. Now the food gap in the southern continent is being filled by these mushrooms."

"By the way, thanks to Frank's efforts, mushrooms outside have been upgraded. When you open the mushroom cap, you can find champagne, meat floss, and even cream."

Klein didn't know what to say for a moment. A scene subconsciously emerged in his mind of a group of dark-brown people from the Southern Continent holding mushrooms and opening champagne to celebrate.

He quickly shook his head to get rid of the image in his mind, and at the same time sighed in his heart: Frank, the world has finally become what you imagined.

After a moment of silence, Klein opened his mouth and asked, "Are there any mushrooms that can survive in the dark?"

Renekton raised his eyebrows, suppressed his smile and said, "I can ask Frank to make some. He is free now anyway."

Klein nodded slightly and stopped talking about this topic. He turned around and walked to the boulder surrounded by the people of Moon City. He sat cross-legged and began his sermon today.

In the southern continent, in Hitlon, the capital of Uttar Pradesh, there is a manor full of various herbs and exotic plants.

Emlyn walked through a corridor surrounded by red flowers and came to a private garden at the back of the manor.

The bright red flowers bloom in arcs at different angles, like the crimson moon at different times, and the dark green branches and leaves are like the night sky.

There is a round table carved out of marble in the center of the garden, and there are several stone chairs around it. Mistral sits leisurely on the stone chair, admiring the flowers around him, his bright red eyes seeming to have blood flowing in them.

Noticing Emlyn's approach, he turned his eyes slightly and asked in a calm tone:
"Why did you come to see me?"

Emlyn stopped approaching, bowed slightly and said:

"Count Mistral, I want to know if our blood race has any extra Count Extraordinary Characteristics. If so, how many merits do I need to exchange them?"

"Stupid question." Mistral shook his head in disdain. Meeting Emlyn's gaze, he sneered and said:
"As a vampire with a long lifespan, every characteristic will be used to cultivate fresh blood as much as possible, rather than being stored in the warehouse as an ornamental item."

"The battle between us and those followers of the 'Original Moon' was relatively restrained, and the casualties were mainly concentrated in the middle and low sequences. No earl has been injured in the war, and even if there was, it would not be your turn to inherit the legacy."

Emlyn's face didn't look very good after being told that. He was silent for two seconds. He seemed to suddenly think of something and raised his chin and said:

"It doesn't matter. I'm still young and have a long time to wait. Even if it's hard, it's easier than waiting for the Marquis's characteristics."

Mistral snorted coldly and didn't reply.

Emlyn calmed down and asked thoughtfully:

"If I can find a corresponding earl's characteristics myself, will the clan help me prepare the ceremony?"

"Of course, we are happy to see the growth of every young vampire." Mistral nodded without hesitation.

After getting the answer he wanted, Emlyn left the garden without lingering and returned to the manor.

Returning to his own room, Emlyn leaned against the window, looking at the red moon hanging in the sky, and wondered where he could get the characteristics corresponding to the vampire count.

I remember "Chariot" said that the Protestant "Dark Saint" Xesma has released a "Witch King". If we can hunt him down like we did the last time we hunted down the "Secret Saint", it is almost impossible. After what happened last time, they will definitely strengthen their defenses in this regard. Besides, I can't invite an angel like Mr. "Death".

(End of this chapter)