Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 712 The End ()

Whether it was Amon who suddenly appeared, or the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" who projected part of his power over, both made Klein feel overwhelmed. He subconsciously wanted to escape from reality and return to Sefirah Castle.

Anyway, there is still one last chance to revive, and I can exert my greatest strength in Sefirah Castle, although this is a bit unfair to Little Sun.

While his thoughts were wandering, he saw Amon suddenly adjust the monocle on his right eye.

The crystal monocle suddenly became dim and gloomy, as if countless colors were mixed in it, making it difficult to describe specifically.

In front of Amon, an illusory, terrifying, slightly rippling deep "ocean" emerged.

The familiar smell reminded Klein of the horrific pollution he encountered when he opened the Giant King's Court.

Was this the breath or pollution from the Sea of ​​Chaos? Amon wanted the first blasphemous slate, so the God of Knowledge and Wisdom came for this?

What about the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and the "Lord of Storms"? They were held back by the "True Creator", and only the wisest one escaped and rushed over in advance?

"Your idea is really interesting, but there may no longer be 'Sun' and 'Storm' in the outside world. The battles that broke out in the astral world are much more intense than the minor fights here."

Amon's voice sounded at the right time. He looked at Klein with amusement, as if wondering why this timid "fortune teller" did not flee as soon as he saw him.

Klein's expression froze on his face again. He didn't know what expression to make in response to the information Amon had given him.

No, He could also be deceiving me. The God of Mischief can do anything, even deceive himself.

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he saw the blasphemous slate break through the blockade of the brass glow and fall in front of Amon.

Amon immediately reached out and grabbed the blasphemous slate, then looked at Klein.

Noticing Amon's gaze, Klein's heartbeat slowed down. He lost track of his thoughts and could only stand there blankly, not knowing what to do.

Before Amon could make the next move, more and more brass-colored lights poured into the palace, forming an intricate and gorgeous illusory door that overlapped with the palace door.

With a creaking sound, an old man wearing a hood, revealing his mouth, wrinkles and white beard, walked out from the other side of the door.

In his hands he holds an open book with a floating all-seeing eye above it.

Amon chuckled, and the figure in the classical black robe suddenly vanished, walked out of the door, and disappeared.

Klein looked at Amon who ran away decisively, and a sense of unreality flashed through his heart. It was really a matter of time, and there was a time when Amon was chased and ran away.

Gathering his thoughts, Klein discovered that the old man who walked out of the door did not chase after Amon, but stayed where he was and looked at him quietly.

As if he had seen through Klein's doubts, he spoke gently:

"This is just a projection. It doesn't have much power. It is only used to deceive Amon, so that He can bypass you and leave here directly."

"Qike and Fabti are still blocking me in the sea of ​​ruins outside. Although they can't affect me, I can't break through their blockade. Too much power is coming."

Klein paused for a moment and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Fraud Amon is worthy of being a god forged with knowledge and wisdom. What he does is different.

Klein opened his mouth, ready to ask something, but he saw the figure of the old man in front of him fading away quickly.

"It's safe here for now. Amon won't come back until he is sure that I will come in person. He loves adventure, but he is also cautious."

As the words fell, the figure of the old man in front of him and the double doors behind him completely disappeared.

The next second, all the shadows disappeared, and the orange-red light illuminated the palace where the Giant King once lived.

In front of the iron-black throne, Colin Iliad and Derrick, bathed in the light of dusk, stood up from the ground at the same time, looking absentmindedly at the door that was opened by the projection of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom", looking at the orange-red light shining in, a light that the Silver City had never had before.

"This is what generations of people in Silver City have been pursuing. It is no longer a fantasy story, but our salvation."

Colin Iliad sighed and turned his head to look at a pool of black liquid with only some broken leather armor left. That was what was left of Lovia. When facing the "Dark Angel" evil spirit that was on the same path, the suppression of her status caused her to collapse and die in an instant, leaving only her spirit.

In the process of helping Klein, Derrick and others deal with the evil spirits of the Dark Angels, she exhausted her remaining spirit and completely disappeared from this world.

Colin Iliad lowered his eyes, and his tone unconsciously became much lower:
"Compared to the elders in the past, it is lucky for Luo Weiya to die here." "After you go back this time, you will take her place and become a member of the new six-member council, responsible for exploring the route to the outside world."

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Derrick nodded vigorously in response.

The news of becoming the elder of the six-member council did not make him happy. He just felt that his shoulders were heavier and he had more responsibilities, but this was also what he had always wanted to do and had been doing.

After finishing the conversation with Derrick, Colin Iliad looked at Klein and nodded slightly:
"From today on, everyone in Silver City can freely convert to Mr. Fool."

After a pause, he continued:
"As a reward for helping us explore the Giant King's Court, I will tell you a secret that involves the secrets of your gods in the outside world."

"We in Silver City possess two divine-level sealed artifacts, one of which is called 'Gift of the Earth'."

"It is precisely because of its existence that black-faced grass can grow around the Silver City, allowing us to survive in the darkness. You may have guessed one of its negative effects, which is the curse of parricide."

Derrick's pupils slightly dilated, a little bit of disbelief. He once again recalled the parents he had killed with his own hands, and mixed emotions surged in his heart.

"Perhaps this is the price of 'abundance'."

"This seal came from the former giant queen Omibella, and was transformed from her corpse."

In the sea of ​​ruins outside the God-Forsaken Land, the illusory tower made of books suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

On the dark and deep sea surface like a mirror, tentacles with eyes on the top paused for a moment, then retracted into the mirror world, and the dark sea water quickly returned to normal.

The black mist surging in the sky, as if formed by all kinds of extreme emotions and desires, also quickly surged and disappeared.

On the calm sea, there appeared many islands made of gray and white boulders. They were scattered chaotically on the sea. Some had eyes and female limbs, and some were constantly flowing with dark and sticky evil liquid.
In the sky, the balance between night and day was broken, turning it into a black and white chessboard with half dark and half bright white.

In the virtual world constructed by countless information, Renekton appeared silently and integrated himself into it.

He turned into a ball of abstract "light" that was constantly flowing, flashing with countless recognizable and unrecognizable brilliant colors, as if it was in a state between liquid and gas, constantly overflowing and flowing.

It’s like a collection of some abstract concepts and knowledge!

Countless complex and pure knowledge were separated from it and integrated into the information world he built.

In dimensions that are difficult to observe with the naked eye, countless pieces of information are intertwined, forming an indescribable storm, like a wildly growing jungle, constantly spreading and expanding.

Having been completely immersed in the world of information, his spirit was integrated into reality and the entire world with the interaction of information, and Renekton gradually felt a little uncoordinated, unnatural and abnormal.

This comes from a world constructed purely by information!
This should not exist, but with the increase in the number of people using the World Tree, and with the interaction between people and between people and the world, this information world has left a deep enough mark to become a part of the world.

Feeling the incomprehensible contradiction, Renekton integrated the information, integrated the spirit of the rules a little bit, gradually regained some self-awareness, and no longer lost himself.

In the process of the spirit integrating into the world, the divinity belonging to the "Wild Knowledge", the crazy self and spirit of the "Hidden Sage", and the spiritual pollution caused by the information interaction with the "God of Steam and Machinery" have all been eliminated a lot.

These wills that are part of Renekton's spirit were lost in the process of incarnation, returning to the world, returning to all things, which allowed Renekton's self to occupy the high ground again.

After consolidating his own state, Renekton turned his attention to the information world that had become a part of the real world.

"Since it's called the World Tree, it should look like something."

After whispering a word, under the influence of his will, the information that was constantly interacting and growing wildly began to accumulate. The abstract information became a colorful and substantial "light", and it continued to grow slightly blurred "tentacles".

A part of the "tentacles" penetrated into the spiritual world and became a part of the many strange phenomena in the spiritual world, interacting with the spiritual world all the time.

Another part of the "tentacles" continued to extend upwards, touching the illusory and abstract star realm, and reaching into the "perfect land" that had lost its owner.

Like a giant tree with its roots in the spirit world and its branches spreading to the astral world.

Through the canopy of the World Tree, Renekton directly entered the "Perfect Land".

Different from the kingdom of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom", this is a kingdom built up of countless mechanical creations. Steam is rising everywhere, and the sounds of gears and turning springs fill the ears, as if carrying some strange melody, converging into a magnificent poem.

(End of this chapter)