The pain caused by the explosion in his left palm made Lumian almost pull out the silver-black short knife that had been inserted into the main trunk of the "Tree of Shadows".
Relying on strong perseverance and familiarity with similar injuries, he controlled his body's instinctive reaction with great difficulty.
His brain was stimulated by this and became clear enough to get rid of the two desires imposed by Suzanne Matisse.
Pain and reason intertwined and swept through his mind, followed by a vast torrent of horrific scenes.
Those are the various experiences accumulated by the "Tree of Shadows" over more than a thousand years. They are the countless desire fragments that water it and make up its trunk. They are the multiple possible futures of this evil giant tree.
They were connected together by a mercury-colored illusory river, flooding Lumian's thoughts like a flood.
Not only were the numbers so large that they could burst the head of any mid- to low-order person, but some of the scenes made Lumian instinctively choose to ignore them, choosing to ignore them, not daring to look at them or distinguish them.
Just when he thought his mind would be washed away by this vast torrent and turned into a blank piece of paper, he found that he could endure it, as if there was extra space to accommodate countless scenes beyond the limit.
Lumian did not dare to waste time choosing the fate he wanted to exchange. Following his dangerous intuition and spiritual instinct, he directly selected a scene: "A brown-green tree root extended towards the bottom of an ancient building, but was blocked by darkness.
The invisible flames that burned quietly and illuminated an area were directly engulfed.
"With a kacha sound, the tree root broke off and fell into the depths of darkness. Purple fire light first appeared on the surface, and then as the flame turned into a color that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, it dissipated in an instant, leaving no powder behind.
"
Lumian withdrew the "Corrupted Mercury" and tried hard to pry this fate away, but it didn't react at all.
Whoosh whoosh!
The brown and green tree trunks that were not too thick were like short spears thrown by soldiers in order, flying towards Lumian's body from top to bottom in an overwhelming manner.
Any one of them is enough to penetrate the target and insert it into the knotted tree roots.
Susanna Matisse in the virtual canopy continued to use "lust", "appetite", "greed", "desire for expression" and other abilities to affect Lumian without any effect. Her green eyes expanded and she chose to use the tree spirit.
The ability to do physical blows.
And what she relies on is the "Tree of Shadows", and the corresponding means are far more powerful than those of the same kind that use ordinary trees as companions.
Although she still didn't believe that the so-called "cursed blade" used by the sacrifice could harm the "Tree of Shadows", the opponent's momentum and performance made her feel alert, and she subconsciously thought it would be better to interrupt.
It is better to believe that there is serious harm and make over-the-limit responses in advance than to be careless and just sit back and watch things develop!
At most, the former is a waste of a certain amount of power, consumes part of the energy, and delays the completion of the ritual for a little longer, while the latter may bring about changes that she does not want to see and a failure.
Even if the probability is low, we must take precautions and not wait until it actually happens to make up for it!
The flesh-and-blood robe covering Lumian's body suddenly shrank inwards, making him thinner and thinner, avoiding most of the tree-trunk short spears.
Two of them were unable to hide and fell on Lumian's left and right shoulders respectively.
The flesh and blood that made up the robe were like soldiers who had heard the order, rushing towards the location where the short spear was about to hit the tree, building up layers of bloody cushions.
With the banging sound, the layers of flesh and blood were directly pierced by the two brown-green tree spears, and more flesh and blood came in, frantically filling the gap.
Although Mr. K's fingers turned into flesh and blood robes to eliminate the damage, Lumian was still pressed by the force of a giant hammer, causing his legs to bend and fall backwards.
At this time, he felt that the fate of "brown and green tree roots being burned off by invisible flames" was somewhat loosened.
The illusory power that pried it up not only belonged to Lumian, but also came from his left chest, from an unknown place.
Lumian gritted his teeth and used the momentum of falling backwards to stir up that fate with great difficulty, turning it into mercury droplets and matching the information about "Meeting the Ghost of Montsuri" stored in the silver-black dagger.
Destiny made an exchange.
A crisp sound of snapping sounded, and as if the "Fallen Mercury" was overwhelmed and unable to bear its corresponding fate, obvious cracks appeared one after another. Some were abnormally long, some were subtle, and some directly penetrated the blade.
With a thud, Lumian fell onto the roots of the knotted trees entrenched on the ground, getting rid of the remaining power of the short spear on the brown-green tree trunks.
His shoulder hurt, but he was not seriously injured, and the robe made of flesh and blood began to disintegrate and drip down, blocking the giant pale flower and brown-green cracks that were opening their "mouth" to try to swallow Lumian - Lu
When Mian fell, he "topped" them.
With a roar, red flames shot up, burning these evil objects. Lumian took advantage of the situation and turned over, moving to a relatively safe position.
Until this moment, he didn't think of a question. While sniffing the occult smelling salts to avoid attacks from trees, branches, green leaves, vines, roots and flowers, he whispered in the sound of sneezing: "Meet Meng."
The ghost of Suri, Ah Zhi, does not mean that the ghost of Suri will launch an attack immediately!"
If it drags on for a while, what's the point of all the efforts just now?
Not only did the ghost of Monsuli come back to attack the "Tree of Shadows" in a month or two, but even if it was only four or five minutes later, Lumian felt that there was no hope for him. By then, the preparations for the ceremony would have been completed, and the sacrifice would be inevitable.
It has been quite some time, and under the watchful eye of the evil god "Mother Tree of Desire", based on the characteristics that Monsuli's ghost has shown before, there is a high probability that it will choose to wait for a while before coming back.
The majestic voice of Thermipolos once again echoed in Lumian's body and ears: "It is coming, it is destined."
At the virtual canopy, Susanna no longer attacked Lumian. With the help of the "Tree of Shadows", she remotely ordered Charlotte to control the sacrifice, while sinking her consciousness into this brown-green giant tree, looking for the silver-black color.
The problem that the short sword blow just now may have caused.
Discover it early, solve it early, and advance the sacrificial ceremony early!
After listening to Thermipolos's words, Lumian couldn't help but ask again: "Can the ghost of Monsuri really destroy the 'Tree of Shadows'?" Although both are evil things, this one has taken root.
For more than a thousand years underground in Trier, it has been nourished by countless desires. The giant tree associated with the secret evil god obviously makes people feel higher, more terrifying, and more evil. Thermipolos's rich voice sounded: "Can't
.
"But it can affect the 'Tree of Shadows' to a certain extent, giving you an opportunity to escape from here."
As soon as Thermipolos finished speaking, Lumian saw a black shadow suddenly appear from the side.
It has a slightly hunched back, like an old man who has been overwhelmed by the burden of life.
The ghost of Montsouri!
It passed through various restrictions, ignored many obstacles, and came to this alien space occupied by the "Tree of Shadows".
The hunched black figure took a step forward and instantly reached the edge of the brown-green trunk, catching the eyes of Susanna and Charlotte.
They instinctively felt threatened, but none of them connected the dark shadow with the legend of the Monsouri ghost in Trier.
They frantically stirred up the various desires of the ghost of Montsouri, but they were like throwing stones into an abyss without a bottom, and there was no echo at all.
At this time, Lumian saw clearly the true appearance of Montsuri's ghost for the first time.
It is not an old man, not even a human being, it is closer to a human form pulled out of a sticky black shadow, with its back hunched up.
Montsuri's ghost stared at the "Tree of Shadows" for two seconds, then moved forward again and pressed against the brown-green trunk.
It suddenly turned into an evil, pitch-black liquid, corroding the layers of tree bark.
A large pool of moist black appeared on the surface of the huge tree trunk, which continued to infect the surrounding area and expand its area.
The Dust White Forbidden Zone was immediately reserved. In the blink of an eye, the entire bottom of the "Tree of Shadows" was occupied by this black shadow, and various attacks by Susanna Matisse and Charlotte Calvino failed to work.
The next second, this world with blue sky and white clouds like an oil painting, and the ground covered with knotted tree roots began to shake obviously, as if it had encountered a violent earthquake.
There are tiny illusory cracks on the surface of the tree trunk, on the ground, and high in the sky, in different places. Some of them are still slowly expanding, allowing Lumian to see through them the corner of the street outside and the branches.
The epitome of chaos affected by vines and desire.
"Be prepared." The majestic voice of Thermipolos sounded in Lumian's ears.
Seeing that she could not stop the ghost of Montsuri and that the situation was developing in a bad direction, Susanna Matisse showed an angry expression and recited a mantra in ancient Hermetic language: "Son of God who should not have been born, you are
The cage that imprisons the curse is the evil that corrodes history.
"I sincerely pray to you for help."
As soon as Susanna Matisse finished speaking, the branches under the virtual canopy "secreted" a lot of thick and dark liquid at the same time.
This is very similar to the black liquid incarnated by the ghost of Montsuri, but it is very different. It is more chaotic, more crazy, and more evil.
Almost at the same time, a pale and deformed skull head grew out of the liquid secreted from the tree trunk, a yellow eyeball wrapped with thick blood vessels, a bright red tongue flowing with disgusting pus, and a long...
There are many weird and indescribable things that make people crazy just by seeing them.
In the wilderness where Lady "Judgment" and "Lady Moon" fought.
Chaotic streets and other places were still scattered everywhere, and the giant brown-green tree began to shake, and tiny gaps appeared on and around the surface, like piercing the void.
At this moment, a layered illusory door was outlined in the sky.
A lady with a lazy temperament wearing an orange dress walked out, onto the wilderness where Ms. "Judgement" and "Ms. Moon" were fighting.
Chaotic streets and other places were still scattered everywhere, and the giant brown-green tree began to shake, and tiny gaps appeared on and around the surface, like piercing the void.
At this moment, a layered illusory door was outlined in the sky.
A lady with a lazy temperament wearing an orange dress walked out. On her face were half-curved insects crawling around, making it impossible to tell that she was originally
appearance.
The lady came to the giant brown and green tree in one step, stretched out her hands, grabbed both sides of an invisible gap, and planned to tear it open!