Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 706: Luck and Wisdom

Renekton turned into a torrent of information and quickly moved through the city, taking in everything that was happening around him.

This place was very different from the last time he came here. The armies of Feysac and Feynaport had already approached the metropolis, attacking the last line of defense set up by the Loen military and the church outside the city.

In the Queens District, in the palace of the Augustus family of the Loen royal family, waves of illusory torrents of complex information poured in from all directions.

The moment of entering the palace, the torrent of information collapsed uncontrollably and reorganized into Renekton's body. The rules here were distorted and chaotic, which was different from the outside world, so that Renekton could not maintain the form of an information creature.

In a basement that was beautifully decorated like a palace hall, William Augustus I, wearing a dark red cloak, sat upright on a high-backed chair at the highest point against the wall, his expression as focused as a sculpture.

His temperament was quite twisted and crazy, one of his eyes was azure blue while the other was dark red, and his expression was forbearing, as if he was trying to suppress the madness that kept surging from his heart.

In the silent hall, bright starlight surged, emerging from the ceiling, the walls, and the tightly closed door.

Surging rapidly, the starlight gathered inside, revealing the figure of Renekton.

This ability is a prerequisite for informationization ability. The two are similar, but not exactly the same in essence. After losing the ability to be informationized, the ability to turn oneself into a star is still retained.

The moment he appeared, the air around him became sticky for no reason, as if it had turned into layer upon layer of barriers, trying to bind him in place and restrict his movements.

At the same time, the heavy and majestic voice of William Augustus I sounded:

"The mystery of this place diminishes and reality intensifies."

"Information exchange is prohibited here."

"It's forbidden here."

William Augustus I's voice suddenly stopped, and the air around him seemed to solidify, and no sound could be transmitted.

Interrupting William Augustus I's order, Renekton stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air.

The originally magnificent and exquisite palace hall suddenly cracked into pieces, as if it was a dilapidated building that could collapse at any time.

As mystery weakens and reality strengthens, the abilities of the "Perfect One" path are strengthened to a certain extent. Although it becomes difficult to change the laws of physics, the effects achieved are greatly enhanced.

William Augustus I suddenly stood up from the high-back chair, stretched out his hand and pulled out a silver-white straight sword with a hint of dark red from the void in front of him. The sword looked extremely distorted and chaotic.

The moment this straight sword appeared, the physical laws in the hall that were changed by Renekton instantly became chaotic.

This chaos was not entirely random, but rather changed to a certain extent according to the will of William Augustus I.

The surrounding air seemed to have turned into a flowing transparent liquid that was extremely viscous, locking Renekton firmly in place and making it difficult for him to move.

At the same time, a silver-white and pitch-black liquid filled with chaos and distortion was faintly overflowing from William Augustus I's body. His entire body seemed to be melting into a pool of liquid and merging into the underlying rules of the world.

In this state, it is difficult for Renekton to use his own status and characteristics to modify the physical laws around him.

"Divinity is forbidden here!"

Another decree echoed around. Whether it was Renekton or William Augustus I himself, the aura on their bodies was constantly decreasing, and the special features and abilities brought by their divinity temporarily lost their effects.

William Augustus I seemed to have accomplished something great, and he said excitedly:
"This is Loen, Backlund, the headquarters that the Augustus family has run for hundreds and thousands of years. Even the incarnations of the gods cannot threaten me here."

boom! boom!
Violent and illusory thunder suddenly exploded in Renekton's ears, as if the thunderstorm was right above his head. The light around him became much brighter, and it was suddenly noon, exposed to the sunlight.

Renekton subconsciously looked up, and a silver light flashed in his eyes, which instantly became extremely deep, like the sea surface before a storm.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot. The historical projection summoned by Fors reached the upper limit of its duration.

"Another historical projection of 'ancient scholars'!"

William Augustus I's expression suddenly turned ugly, and dark and silver-white liquids kept flowing down his clothes.

On the turbulent sea, the sun suddenly became scorching, dispelling the fog, dark clouds and storms that had covered the sea for a long time. The weather became unusually clear, and the time seemed to be fixed at noon.

Boom!

A thunder exploded out of nowhere, and the weather on the Sonia Sea became overcast. Silvery white electric snakes scurried around in the thick clouds, as if they would strike at any time. On the southern continent, the light became dim, as if covered with a dark and deep curtain, rippling layer by layer, like a deep and dark sea, and the illusory sound of waves echoed in everyone's ears.

Above the dark sea reflected from the spiritual world, stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling, making it seem as if time had come to night.

The bright and twinkling starlight intertwined with each other, like a pile of loose sand, being pushed and shaken by two invisible hands.

The sky above Backlund was changing rapidly, and soon, an orange-red sunset was reflected. The light of the setting sun shone on everyone. Some people were excited, some were heavy, and some began to pray in a low voice.

Silently, a deep and quiet night accompanied by starry night fell. It and the orange-red dusk each occupied half of the sky, opposing each other.

On the ground, the insects that had disappeared due to the war became active again, scrambling out from the ground and making loud chirping sounds of joy.

The trees destroyed by the artillery fire also sprouted new buds, and green plants grew out on the ground, in the cracks of the walls, and in the gaps between the stone slabs in the streets.

Even those who were affected and injured in the war began to heal their wounds and their injuries began to improve. At this moment, all living beings felt the joy of the growth of all things and the arrival of new life.

The square outside St. Samuel's Church, which was usually crowded with people, was now only populated by occasional clergy.

Leonard stood at the edge of the square, looking at the sudden night and dusk above his head, his expression becoming solemn.

Due to the tight battle situation at the front, the Red Gloves Squad led by him became the only fighting force of the Church of Night left in the city. They were responsible for guarding against possible sneak attacks and stabilizing the increasingly anxious believers in the city.

He was not afraid to go deep into the battlefield and fight the enemy head-on, but the tremendous pressure of maintaining order in the city and appeasing the goddess's believers made it difficult for him to breathe.

After two seconds of silence, he suddenly turned his head and whispered to himself, "Old man, nothing will happen, right?"

Pales chuckled and said in a relaxed tone:
"It's just the normal development of this war. Or, in other words, now is the key to this war."

"What do you mean? Feysac's 'God of War' and the goddess personally took action?" Leonard swallowed and asked with some difficulty.

"To be precise, it should be that the 'God of War' has entered the dark heaven of 'Night'."

"You must be careful in the next period of time. During this period before the end of the God War, the battles in reality will become more intense. The demigods and angels who were originally relatively restrained will now truly devote their full strength to the battlefield."

"The star realm is in chaos now, with all the good and evil gods fighting each other. I also need to pay attention to the situation and prepare for the future."

As the words fell, Pales fell silent again. No matter how Leonard called out, he did not respond.

In the imaginary and abstract starry sky, a fictional kingdom composed of countless books.

Wave after wave of illusory torrents of complex information poured in from the gaps formed by the piles of books, quickly converging and reconstructing the figure of Renekton.

In front of him, an old man wearing a hood, revealing his mouth, wrinkles and white beard, stood calmly among many books.

He held an open book in his left hand, flipping through it again and again, reading with great immersion.

Renekton bowed slightly to the old man in front of him and said, "This should be considered our first formal meeting."

After a brief pause, he continued:

"I need you to look after the God-Forsaken Land. Amon is the only one who has time to go there and take the first blasphemous slate. After you deal with the 'steam', I will go over and help you."

The old man who was flipping through the book kept moving and said without raising his head:
"This is the best-case scenario, but based on what I know about Him, He will definitely make some preparations in advance."

"Even though His will is not completely unified at the moment, He will definitely be united in facing the outside world on such a crucial issue as the desecration of the stone tablet."

"Under the current situation, the only ones who can be won over by Him are Chick and Fabti. Their conditions are not good, but they are enough to hold me back for a while until this war is over."

Renekton nodded and sighed: "At least, fate is on our side."

As he spoke, he took out a milky white dice from his pocket, the "Dice of Probability" that evolved from the uniqueness of the "Destiny" path.

He took the "Dice of Probability" in his hand and turned it twice, then casually threw the dice to the old man in front of him:
"When it comes to battles involving true gods, there isn't much it can do, but if it is to interfere with Amon's 'theft' and 'fraud', it might be able to play a significant role."

The milky white dice fell on the flipping book, and after spinning twice, it stopped spontaneously, with the six points facing upwards!
Renekton chuckled: "Luck and wisdom coexist!"

(End of this chapter)