Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 705 The End and the Beginning

Renette Tinicole, who was holding four blond, red-eyed heads, looked at Kotal's body for a while, then looked at Klein. The four heads said in turn:

"I want it." "His." "Spirit Worm" "Half."

"And..." "Four..." "The ones you made..." "A charm."

“No problem.” Klein nodded in agreement, then he looked at Renekton.

The latter smiled and nodded nonchalantly, "That's right, I really need these low- to medium-sequence characteristics."

After a pause, he looked at Klein and Renette Tinicole and said with a smile:

"You two, if you need these spirit insects, you can also exchange them with me using the characteristics of the medium and low sequences."

"Already." "Enough"

Renette Tinicole said as she held the two heads in her right hands one after the other.

Klein also shook his head. He had no need for spirit worms. When he needed one, he could just tear one off his body.

While the three were talking, the invisible servants summoned by Renekton had already collected valuable things around them.

After placing half of the spirit worms in front of Renette Tinicole, the invisible servant carried the remaining things behind Renekton and disappeared silently into the darkness.

Klein looked at the scene in amazement, somewhat curious about where Renekton summoned these invisible servants from and how they left with the spoils.

The God Forsaken Land and the spirit world cannot be connected, so how is this done? With the help of the astral world or the secret world?
While thinking, Klein had already walked to the translucent black velvet curtain covered by starlight.

Contrary to his expectations, the curtain did not show any resistance to him, nor did it show any danger. He just held it quietly in his hand.

It's like he's waiting for me. As the thought came to his mind, Klein had already retreated back to Renekton's side.

An iron cigarette box spontaneously fell into his hands, with a Loen gold coin inside. The figure of Renette Tinicole flashed across the gold coin.

Klein nodded towards the messenger lady in the gold coin, then looked at Renekton and said:
"Let's leave. If we stay any longer, Amon might come."

Renekton nodded without comment, and layers of starlight spread out from him, dissolving all the corpses on the ground and causing them to collapse and dissipate.

After doing this, he placed a hand on Klein's shoulder, helping him transform into a state of information torrent and quickly move away from here.

In a hidden place in the darkness dozens of miles away, transparent worms emerged from the cracks in history, outlining the figure of the dark wolf Kotar around them, becoming clearer and more real.

He gave up his original body and changed his original resurrection location by making a wish, avoiding the possibility of his body being waited for.

As for the loss of the "curtain", although it is a pity, one's own life is more important. As long as one is alive, there is still a chance.

He could see the favor of the Night on Klein, and the means that Renekton had just demonstrated, which surpassed the abilities of a normal Sequence One "Knowledge Emperor", gave Him a strong sense of crisis, and he decided to follow his heart's will.

After being fully resurrected and getting familiar with his new body, Kotal quickly moved his eight long legs and left the spot.

In a flash of light, His figure disappeared into the depths of darkness.

Near the abandoned castle, after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding air began to fluctuate, and tiny creatures that were invisible to the naked eye crawled out.

The surroundings suddenly twisted, as if something went wrong, and Amon, wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat of the same color, appeared here.

He reached out and pressed the monocle on his right eye, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

"It left pretty quickly. I thought that timid demon wolf could hold on for a while. It seems that he found help from the outside world."

"It's a poor attempt to cover up one of the best 'cryptologists' out there."

As he was talking to himself, the shadow of a huge, ancient and mottled wall clock emerged above Amon's head.

The longest hand on the wall clock quickly turned counterclockwise twice, and an indescribable invisible torrent suddenly emerged around it. Countless lights and shadows began to float, like rewound images, showing the scenes that had happened here.

Above the gray fog, in the ancient and magnificent palace, Klein sat quietly on the high-backed chair at the top.

He had completed the sacrifice and sent the "curtain" above the gray fog. At the same time, he relied on the historical projection summoned by the "magician" Forth to send the messenger lady out of the God-forsaken Land.

Looking at the black velvet curtain lying quietly on the mottled table, Klein exhaled softly and said:

"Things have finally come to an end. Next, we need to help Silver City explore and prepare to open the Giant King's Court. This will inevitably be attacked by Amon. He knows what I want to do." "If I can create enough talismans with the ability of 'Mirror Travel', I can actually use this method to take the people of Silver City and Moon City away from the God-Forsaken Land. Unfortunately, this is somewhat unrealistic, and the sealed objects cannot be taken away."

After a moment of silence, he spread his spirituality, touching the illusory stars representing Renekton and Azik, and pulled them above the gray fog.

He looked at Renekton Azik, who was looking at him in silence, laughed, and asked:
"Any suggestions on exploring and opening the Giant King's Court?"

Azik shook his head and said in a serious tone:
"I suggest you give up. Amon will definitely be waiting for you there, perhaps when you arrive at the Giant King's Court, or perhaps after you complete your exploration and open up the Giant King's Court."

"Facing the true form of an Angel King, you have no chance of winning. Even if I rush over now, I will not be able to fight against an Angel King."

Klein was silent for a moment and sighed. Although giving up helping Silver City was the most rational decision, it was difficult for him to make such a decision after learning about Little Sun and what happened to Silver City and Moon City.

In silence, he turned his gaze to Renekton, hoping to hear different suggestions from the other party.

Renekton shrugged his shoulders and said calmly:

"The war of gods is about to begin. With the promotion of all parties, this war will be brought to an end."

"As a finale, it must be accompanied by the fall of the gods standing at the top of the pyramid, perhaps one, perhaps two, or perhaps more."

After a pause, Renekton smiled and added: "There is bad news and good news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Klein followed Renekton's words and said:
"The bad news is that neither you nor Mr. Azik can spare a hand to help me. Even if it is a historical projection, it is unable to make its own consciousness come over."

Renekton nodded and added, "The good news is that the True Creator and his angels cannot interfere here either."

Klein smiled bitterly and nodded:
"In other words, the only person I will encounter in the God-forsaken Land is Amon?"

"Heh, I actually started to use 'only' to describe Amon. I'm really getting cocky."

After a pause, He added: "Without external help, it is difficult for me to get entangled with Amon."

Renekton nodded and said calmly:
"So you need to make some preparations in advance, seek some help, and act like you are competing with Amon for the first blasphemous slate."

In a three-story house in the western part of Backlund, Fors suddenly stood up from her chair, walked to the window, and stared deeply at the desolate street outside.

"What are you going to do?" Xio, who was packing his luggage in front of the fireplace, looked at his friend curiously.

"Be a qualified tool." Fors replied with some complaints.

As she spoke, an illusory, slowly turning pages of a book appeared in her eyes.

Soon, an extraordinary ability that she had recorded in advance was stimulated.

She then stretched out her hand and pulled at the void in front of her. She felt a heaviness in her hand, as if she had encountered an obstacle. The projection that she should have pulled directly out of the historical pore became very heavy and difficult for her to drag.

When Fors was about to give up and try again, the heaviness in her hands suddenly disappeared, and a familiar figure was easily dragged out from the gap in history by her.

Renekton looked around and saw the neatly packed luggage piled on the living room floor. He chuckled and said:
"Good morning, ladies. The war should be over soon. You don't have to rush to pack your bags."

Fors sat directly on the armchair beside him and said in a tired tone:

"You'd better do whatever you want to do quickly. My spirituality can't sustain it for too long. Maintaining your historical projection is much more difficult than Mr. 'World'."

Renekton didn't say anything else. His body instantly decomposed into streams of pure and complex information, surging away.

Xio looked at the place where Renekton disappeared, then turned his head to look at Fors who was already lying down, and asked curiously:
"Why do you keep summoning historical projections lately?"

"I don't know. I'm just a tool that gets ordered around."

"If there were so many high-level illegal abilities recorded and used when I was the 'Recorder', my potions would have been digested very quickly. Unfortunately, I am now a 'Traveler', and the outbreak of war means I can't find a suitable place to travel."

"No, I have to start meditating. My spiritual energy is being consumed too quickly. I won't be able to last even three minutes at this rate."

After complaining for a few words, Fors closed his eyes and began to meditate, trying to alleviate the consumption of his spiritual energy.

On the streets, the city that was originally yellow, blue, and beige, bustling and full of vitality, has turned into gray, black, and red, withered, messy, and a bit dead.

The sound of artillery fire continued to overlap, not far away, on the edge of the city, and some even appeared within the city.

(End of this chapter)