Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 708 The Hermit

The deepest part of the Sea of ​​Ruins, close to the entrance to the God-Forsaken Land.

With the appearance of the illusory tower, tiny glimmers of brass-colored light began to emerge over the sea. They moved quickly, outlining symbols one after another in the air, like eyes one after another, constantly analyzing and reconstructing the seal that existed here.

This is the seal left behind by the seven gods. As a former participant, the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" has a deep enough understanding of this place.

Under His control, the brass-colored glimmers turned into layer upon layer of invisible barriers, strengthening and changing the seal here.

At a certain moment, the sea water below suddenly became gloomy and unreal, as if many "passages" intersected below, forming a complex and mysterious "spider web", interweaving a deep and strange mirror world that was different from reality.

Then, one after another, python-like black tentacles stretched out from the mirror world, slapping the surroundings vigorously, attacking the invisible barrier and the illusory tower standing on the sea and reaching into the sky.

Each of these tentacles has an eye at the tip, which may be closed or open. Anything they see will instantly turn into grayish-white stone.

The reefs, sea surfaces, illusory books, etc. that were directly touched by the tentacles all twisted, stretched out their limbs and heads, and turned into women of varying sizes and very good looks.

Gradually, a black mist rose above the sea. The mist was so thick that it seemed to be liquefied into sticky black water droplets.

These mists carry connotations of decadence, curse, filth, and corrosion, and have strange colors, as if they can evoke and magnify people's darkest emotions and desires.

In the mist, there was a constant stream of hoarse, overlapping whispers, and every word in them could cause severe damage to the Beyonder who heard them, or cause them to lose control, become mentally confused, or be cursed.

In this sea of ​​ruins, all self-aware creatures inevitably fell into a psychedelic state. Their emotions and desires expanded rapidly, and then their minds were detonated, destroying their sanity, and they went out of control and turned into monsters. Those who were already monsters became even more crazy and evil.

On the illusory tower, every book and every eye that made up the tower began to shake, and a faint brassy light continued to flow out from them.

These glimmers of light moved quickly, forming pairs of illusory eyes, carefully watching every tentacle extending from under the sea, and looking at every wisp of mist floating on the sea, looking for and creating reasonable weak points.

Amid the rustling sound of books flipping, the surrounding light suddenly brightened, the temperature rose, and it turned into a golden day.

In this case, the light with the majestic breath of the sun condensed into drops of liquid that fell from the sky, and a rain of "holy water of the sun" fell in the sea.

Under the flushing of the golden rain, the surging black mist continued to fade and thin, as if it would disappear at any time. The black tentacles with eyes on the top kept twisting and shaking, like a snake shedding its skin, shedding layer after layer of dry and transparent skin.

Boom!

A silver-white flash of lightning lit up, and then more and more dense lightning flashes slid down from between the turning pages, carrying a furious and destructive aura, striking the black fog and those twisted and molting tentacles.

These lightning bolts that strike directly at weak points are difficult to guard against and resist.

Under the continuous attacks, the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" who did not actually appear from the astral realm directly and forcefully suppressed the joint offensive of the "Original Witch" and the "Dark Side of the Universe".

In the astral realm, in the mottled painting filled with surging black fog, waves of illusory torrents composed of complex information poured in without any order, confronting each other fiercely.

The terrifyingly complex information flood formed a virtual and indescribable storm, causing the picture scroll that carried thousands and tens of thousands of years of civilization to shake uncontrollably, as if it would collapse at any time.

Then, a series of dim, unclear, colorless, hazy lights appeared out of thin air, as if composed of a vast amount of imaginary things.

These lights seemed to be some kind of manifestation of the rules of reality. They quickly decomposed the black fog created by Renekton using his "mysterious" authority, and re-modified the rules here, making the spread and interaction of information slow and difficult.

Under the mountain-like black-robed figure, Renekton's body reappeared, solidified into substantial flesh and blood rather than an illusory information gesture.

Looking at the light that was constantly eroding his "mysterious" authority, his eyes suddenly became extremely deep, as if a terrible storm was brewing on the sea.

The aura on his body became deep and profound, like the boundless starry sky. The torrent of information of the incarnation of the "Hidden Sage" seemed to be attracted by an invisible force and began to continuously flow into his body. The auras of the two gradually unified and continued to rise.

Almost at the same time, Medici, who maintained the posture of a fire giant, suddenly burned violently, bringing a purple-red rain of fire that gushed out in all directions, carrying the will of conquest and disaster.

Stars appeared one after another, densely packed, casting brilliant rays one after another, melting and disintegrating the rain of fire that brought disaster.

The next second, the brilliance of civilization bloomed out of thin air around him, interweaving a magnificent figure, the figure of the "God of Steam and Machinery". Silently, the shining stars around him became faint, and even the colors evaporated quickly, and it was no longer possible to stop the rain of fire that fell like a meteor.

The purple-red flames easily penetrated Renekton's body and submerged him in the civilization scroll below without causing any harm.

Renekton's figure shattered in the flames and turned into a pile of foam.

Under the light of the fire, these bubbles reflected red, white, or purple colors, which were fleeting.

Then, his figure emerged in another painting. Black mist gathered around him into thin strips of cloth, from which emerged cold and indifferent eyes.

The glory of civilization soon followed and descended here, revealing the figure of the "God of Steam and Machinery" and eroding the authority of "mystery" with the power of "reality".

"If you are forced to bear and contain the madness that the Hidden Sage has accumulated for thousands of years, the humanity you possess will inevitably be severely impacted, or even completely destroyed."

The voice of the God of Steam echoed in Renekton's ears out of thin air. His specific gender could not be discerned, but one could easily feel His majesty and vastness.

Renekton did not answer, continuing to absorb and digest the information belonging to the "Hidden Sage".

As long as the "Hidden Sage" did not resist, their integration went smoothly, except that the tendency of mental splitting became more serious.

Unexpectedly, the "God of Steam and Machinery" did not prevent the fusion of Renekton and the "Hidden Sage". Instead, he used this time to project his own kingdom of God over, blocking the outside world while constructing a battlefield that was beneficial to himself.

White steam began to rise around, and the mottled light and shadows in the picture of civilization kept flashing, turning into gears, chains, and levers that meshed and connected with each other, together constructing one exquisite machine after another, forming a magnificent and gorgeous palace.

Amid rumbling sounds, one mechanical armor after another as tall as a hill emerged from the ground, walls, and every corner of the civilization scroll.

They come in various shapes and sizes, including creatures from stories such as giants, dragons, and demon wolves, as well as angels with layers of mechanical wings on their backs and demons with completely metal horns on their heads. The aura of each of them has reached the level of an angel.

Their eyes are vivid and lively, and it is obvious that they are living mechanical creatures with souls and selves.

"With thousands and tens of thousands of years of history, civilization has become more and more profound, and the power I can use has become more and more powerful."

The words of "Steam" seemed to be making some kind of judgment. As his voice fell, the aura of those mechanical creatures that emerged from the scroll of civilization rose again, and at the same time, they attacked Renekton.

Silver-white lightning, violent and sharp wind blades, blazing white sacred flames, frost, darkness, curses... countless forces are surging, covering all areas covered by the twenty-two paths.

From the wisps of black mist, the eyes that emerged from Renekton's body flashed with pure light, outlining one complex and illusory symbol after another in the eyes.

Silently, all the attacks disappeared, and then the mechanical creatures that emerged from the scroll of civilization also disappeared, leaving only the vast and pure knowledge surging and settling.

Having initially grasped the uniqueness of "Hermit", Renekton used the authority of "knowledge" to transform all attacks and summoned mechanical creatures into the purest knowledge and information.

"After thousands and tens of thousands of years of accumulation, knowledge and history are equally extensive."

Muttering to himself, Renekton absorbed all the knowledge floating around him, and then released more black mist, trying to submerge the entire projection of the kingdom of God.

Under the pitch-black robe covered with mysterious patterns, Renekton's body, which looked like a dark mummy covered with eyes, seemed unable to withstand the pressure and collapsed spontaneously, turning into constantly surging darkness and eyes.

On the head below the hood, starlight is shining, outlining a pair of eyes, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes containing countless bright stars, eyes evolved from uniqueness!
In the projection of the kingdom of God called "steam", the white steam and the black mist blend with each other, yet are clearly separated.

Eyes, books, gears and machines floated in the mist and steam, caught in a strange balance. No one could overwhelm the other in a short period of time.

During the stalemate, Renekton suddenly laughed out loud:
"At our level, what we compete with is no longer various powerful or strange extraordinary abilities, but the amount of knowledge we have mastered, the strength of our calculation ability, and our own authority and status."

"If there is no external force to break the deadlock, we can persist like this for a hundred years, two hundred years, or even longer."

(End of this chapter)