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Chapter 145 The weight of history

Franka held the "Judgment" card and recited in a low voice in Hermes: "Ask for judgment!"

There was no change in the seemingly ordinary tarot card, but just a few seconds later, the Golden Rooster Hotel started to shake significantly.

The brown-green branches and green vines covering the surface of the building shrank back a lot, as if they were afraid of something.

This allowed Franka to see more scenes outside the window. She saw the sky connected to the virtual tree canopy, and the clouds were blown in the same direction as if they had encountered a hurricane.

As the wind direction changed, countless white clouds formed a huge vortex, hanging down to the ground, and elongated into a giant sword of airflow that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The giant sword fell, and a figure stood firmly in the middle of the chaotic street.

It was a woman with yellow hair hanging down to her shoulders, wearing a more traditional gray and white knight training uniform.

She is more than 1.5 meters tall, with exquisite facial features and soft eyebrows, but she has a majesty that makes people surrender and obey.

The chaotic street she was standing on was no longer what it used to be. The surrounding buildings, the roads that were not too wide, and the vendors and pedestrians collectively caught up in various desires were separated by sections, scattered throughout the strange wilderness, and mixed with other streets.

together.

Between them are a large number of knotted tree roots drilled out of the ground. With the giant brown and green tree as the center of the circle, they are distributed layer by layer. The closer to the middle, the denser they become.

It is precisely because of the existence of that strange wilderness that the few streets occupied by giant trees have not been noticed by outsiders!

Franka visibly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the short but majestic yellow-haired lady arriving.

She held the two cards "Judgment" and "Two of Cups" and blurted out sincerely: "Praise the Fool!

"Praise to Ms. Judgment!"

The lady known as the "Judgement" looked towards the side of the giant brown and green tree as soon as she landed. I don't know when a cradle-style dark red open-top carriage parked there. The two people in charge of pulling the carriage were two men with long hair.

A tall creature with horns, completely black, and burning with dark flames, suspiciously like a devil.

Sitting in the carriage is a woman wearing a light-colored veil. She wears a loose white robe, her belly is slightly protruding, and her whole body is full of substantial maternal brilliance.

"Ms. Moon"!

The weird wilderness is her "other world"!

"Ms. Moon"...you have indeed crawled out of the mouse hole...The eyes of the yellow-haired lady named "Judgment" instantly blurred, as if they were dyed golden.

Through this, she saw all kinds of extraordinary powers intertwined with the woman on the carriage, which existed in different colors and states.

"Deprived!" A solemn voice spat out from Ms. "Judgement"'s mouth.

That's an ancient Hermetic word.

With a simple movement of her right hand, "Ms. Moon" was temporarily deprived of her ability to reproduce and give birth to creatures of different genders and types.

Immediately afterwards, Ms. Judgment leaned forward, pushed out her palm, and once again declared in ancient Hermetic language: "Exile!"

The sound of "Wooing" and the invisible and majestic power rolled into a terrifying hurricane, roaring and blowing in front of "Ms. Moon".

They ignored the distance and seemed to appear right where the carriage was.

The rosy lips looming under the veil of "Ms. Moon" suddenly opened and she took a deep breath.

Finally found an outlet in the container, and rushed into "Ms. Moon"'s mouth and poured into her body.

In just one second, the hurricane disappeared without a trace, and was all swallowed up by "Ms. Moon".

With a strong maternal glow, she stretched out her right hand and touched her bulging belly soothingly.

The blue sky and white clouds are like an oil painting, and the ground is covered with tree roots.

Lumian saw Susanna Matisse at the top of the tree, and after looking at her, he immediately had the semi-illusory red fire crow condense around him again.

Those fire crows circled and flew high into the sky, but they could not reach the canopy of the virtual tree. They could only get close and could not touch it.

They landed on the brown-green trunk, burning out patches of scorched black marks.

Upon seeing this, Lumian quickly changed the target of his attack.

He had previously discovered that flames could cause certain damage to this strange thing called the "Shadow Tree"!

One red fireball after another condensed and exploded towards the branches of the giant tree, but it only burned them and failed to achieve a more obvious effect.

Lumian temporarily stopped moving, taking advantage of the fact that Susanna Matisse was busy with something unknown, and Charlotte Calvino had not recovered from the burn just now. He seemed to be hiding in some illusory scene, letting the redness in his palms

The flames condensed layer by layer, eventually turning into a blazing white sphere the size of a fist.

Boom!

The explosion caused by the blazing white fireball was several times stronger than before. However, not even a piece of skin of the "Tree of Shadows" fell off, only a larger area of ​​​​scorch and the slight involution of a giant pale flower proved that

The blazing white flames were no illusion.

Lumian's expression was solemn, and he spent some time before a spear wrapped in white flames appeared in his palm.

He threw the spear at the giant brown-green tree and saw it poke holes the size of needlepoints in the charred bark, then disintegrated into streams of flames and dispersed to different locations in the tree.

Seeing this scene, Lumian felt nervous, remembering a sentence that her sister Aurore liked to use to describe others who overestimated their own strength and made unrealistic actions: "Like an ant trying to shake

Big tree."

The eagerness, anxiety and fear in his heart made Lumian wave his fists.

His fists are covered in red flames.

With every blow he struck against the giant brown-green tree, a ray of fire penetrated into it.

"Inject fire!" Lumian wanted to avoid the hard outer skin of the "Tree of Shadows" and directly damage its heart.

Bang bang bang!

Lumian's flame fists landed densely on the trunk of the giant brown-green tree, as if he wanted to pour all the flames accumulated in his body into it.

Bang bang bang, after a round of crazy attacks, he retracted his fists and took a step back.

Rumble!

There was a dull explosion inside the trunk, and the originally charred bark finally fell off with a glow of fire.

It suddenly faded and became hazy, as if a sweet dream from the past had been illuminated by a match.

Lumian suddenly felt as if he had become the man in his dream, fighting fiercely with a beautiful lady whose gorgeous dress was intact but with the hem raised.

The strange feeling was so clear, as if it were real, that Lumian felt as if he had experienced it himself.

Suddenly, he felt pain in his ankle, and he suddenly woke up. He saw a large number of branches and vines extending around him at some point, some of which had already wrapped around his feet. After successive efforts, the spikes finally penetrated the blood-red robe.

Penetrates into the skin and draws blood.

Lumian snorted, and bursts of red emerged from his body, forming a flamboyant cloak of flames around his flesh and blood robe.

With the crackling sound, all the branches and vines were lit up, burning up, and quickly turned into dead branches and ashes.

Lumian took the opportunity to escape, jumped to the side, and turned his attention to the wound he had just created.

What caught his eyes was still the brown-green bark, but it was a little sunken inward compared to the surroundings.

Underneath the bark is still bark!

Lumian's hole enlarged sharply, and he had a rough guess about the current situation: The "Tree of Shadows" was nourished by countless abnormal desires in Trier for one or two thousand years, and every piece of its bark

They may all correspond to certain human activities in a certain period of time. They are layered on top of each other, showing both the depth of history and the subtlety of humanity.

To put it simply, if Lumian wants to destroy this "Tree of Shadows", he needs to face countless desires accumulated over the past two thousand years, and he just used all his strength to kill one of them.

One in billions, billions or even tens of billions.

How to fight this!

It was only then that Lumian realized that his behavior just now was abnormal: he had been attacking the "Tree of Shadows" instead of looking for a way to help him leave.

After looking at each other with Susanna Matisse, he was filled with fear, anxiety, eagerness and other emotions!

No wonder Susanna Matisse allowed me to act, no wonder Charlotte Calvino didn't come out with injuries to stop me... Although Lumian has been wary of "fallen tree spirits" and "actors" inducing his desires and emotions, he still

I was affected unknowingly.

He raised his head again and looked to the heights, and saw Susanna Matisse, wrapped in long turquoise hair, constantly changing positions in the blurred canopy, reciting strange mantras, and Charlotte Calvino.

He resumed his previous actions, walking from one illusory scene to another in a strolling manner. The clothes on his body, the hairstyle on his head, and the makeup on his face were constantly changing according to different eras and backgrounds. It seemed that

It’s not just a performance requirement.

As Lumian's thoughts were spinning, he suddenly felt dizzy and felt his strength disappearing rapidly.

He had never had this experience before, but he had let several people experience it.

Drugs, the kind of drugs from the "Bliss Society"!

Lumian, who was good at observing the environment, quickly took out the occult smelling salts and fixed his sight on the large number of pale flowers on the giant brown and green trees.

He suspected that they released the gas that made people unconscious!

Ah sneeze!

With the sound of sneezing, Lumian turned around, trying to distance himself from the "Tree of Shadows".

At this time, Mr. K still did not appear.

The next second, tree roots crazily emerged from the ground, forming a wooden fence more than ten meters high around the giant brown and green tree, blocking Lumian's escape path.

Lumian stopped, turned around, and saw countless cracks appearing on the trunk, branches and many roots of the "Tree of Shadows". Some of them grew wet pale flowers, and some themselves

It was as if a dark, deep and huge mouth flowing with mucus was rapidly extending towards this side.

After staring for a second, Lumian raised his lips with nowhere to escape.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, pressed his left chest, and said in a mocking tone.

"Thermipolos, they really look down on you and want to use you as a sacrifice."


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