Chapter 16 Struggle (asking for double monthly votes)
As the three-part honorary name was read out, a gray mist appeared all around Lumian, creating an uneasy feeling.
The orange candlelight was then dyed a bluish color, illuminating the entire altar in an eerie and profound light.
At this moment, Lumian's thoughts seemed to have become dull. He could only feel the flesh and blood under his skin itching, as if something was about to come out.
Faintly, the gaze from infinite heights appeared again.
Lumian calmed down and continued to pray.
He followed the "Magician" lady's story and combined it with the sacrifice-related knowledge in Aurore's witchcraft notes, and read in Hermes: "I pray to you;
"I pray you to remove the curse from me..."
Frankly speaking, Lumian wanted to directly ask that great existence to protect him for a year and protect him from any harm, but this was obviously impossible to achieve. In order to deal with the threat posed by Monsuri's ghost, he
And I haven’t mastered the relevant Hermetic words yet, so I can only refer to it more vaguely by the curse on my body.
At the end of the ceremony, Lumian began to borrow power from the herbs in the altar.
The next second, his vision became blurry, and an angel with twelve pairs of wings of light seemed to appear in front of him.
The angel came down from above, opened his arms, and embraced Lumian into his arms.
The pairs of wings made of light then closed up and wrapped them up layer by layer.
Lumian suddenly woke up and saw that the candle flame that was stained with cyan had turned back to orange at some point.
Recalling the experience just now, he seemed to have had a dream, and couldn't help but said to himself silently: "Did I just see an angel? Did that great being ask the angel next to her to bless me and help me remove the curse?"
Before today, Lumian had only heard descriptions of angels in sermons at the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun. He never expected that one day he would be embraced by an angel.
Lumian became more and more in awe of the mysterious organization code-named by Tarot cards, and of the great being who sealed the pollution in his body.
At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave up half of his heart: If the ghost of Montsuri really brought a curse, then there should be no problem now. One can only wander around in the underground of Trier, even the "Eternal Flame"
The ghosts who dare not be touched by the protection of the clergy of the "Yang" church, how can they be compared with angels?
Of course, Lumian was still half-hearted, because he was praying for the removal of the curse. What if the ghost of Monsuri didn't kill people by the curse?
He waited until midnight, but still did not receive a reply from the "magician".
He didn't dare to sleep, so he lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.
It was not until the latter half of the night that the various noises on the street subsided. Lumian heard the subtle chirping of insects in the distance and heard the even more distant whistle.
Suddenly, his body felt heavy and his breathing became difficult, as if someone had completely wrapped his body in a quilt and was pressed inside.
No! Lumian struggled to get up, but he could only move his two arms.
He couldn't even open his eyes!
Even the arm seemed to be held down by someone, and it was very difficult to lift it a few centimeters.
The next second, Lumian's body became cold, and there was a wet feeling at the end of his nose, as if someone had been put in a sack and sunk deep into the river.
His breathing stopped, his chest felt tight and painful, and his thoughts became sluggish.
Lumian tried his best to resist but had an idea flash in his mind, which was to enter a meditative state and activate the black thorn symbol on his chest.
After a moment, he gave up the idea again.
This is because it is very likely that he will lose control. Secondly, the ghost of Montsuri has nothing to do with the hidden existence named Fate, and may not be frightened by the black thorn symbol.
Unless there was no other choice and he was only one step away from death, Lumian would not try this seemingly useless and life-threatening method.
His lips and nose became cold, as if they were being held down by invisible hands.
Coupled with the feeling of drowning, Lumian couldn't breathe at all and his lungs were about to explode.
Words such as "Hunter", "Provocateur", "Dancer", "Pollution", "Seal", "Fallen Mercury", etc. flashed through Lumian's mind one after another, constantly combining into ideas and then scattering.
"Fallen Mercury"...
"Fallen Mercury!" Finally, Lumian had an idea and struggled to move his gloved left palm to the side.
He had just placed the evil dagger in the most convenient position to deal with possible accidents.
A few seconds later, Lumian, who was trying to breathe with his mouth wide open, touched the handle of the "Corrupted Mercury" and lifted up the silver-black short knife.
At this time, the "Fallen Mercury" was not wrapped in black cloth strips, and the layers of patterns on it made people dizzy.
Lumian used all his strength, raised his shoulders little by little, bent his arms, and stabbed the "fallen mercury" upwards to his body.
Without any hesitation, Lumian gritted his teeth and followed the force of downward pressure to bend his arms toward his body. With a pop, he inserted the "Fallen Mercury" into his left waist.
The red blood overflowed, dyeing the blade of the "corrupted mercury" red, and the illusory mercury droplets representing the fate of "being burned by fire" entered Lumian's body.
The pain stimulated Lumian's hypoxic brain to wake up a lot. His vision went dark, and a mysterious river composed of countless mercury complex symbols emerged.
This represents his own destiny.
Regardless of careful selection, Lumian turned his attention to the lower reaches of the illusory river, to a river that was about to swallow up other tributaries.
Immediately afterwards, he poured his own spirituality into the "fallen mercury", allowing it to move the corresponding complex mercury symbols formed by the river's self-winding.
The next second, Lumian saw himself lying on the bed, his face turned purple, and he was close to death.
The mercury symbols shrank suddenly, solidified into droplets of water, and penetrated into the blade of the "corrupted mercury". Almost at the same time, Lumian felt that his whole body became relaxed, and he no longer felt the feeling of drowning or suffocation.
Surrounded by pain, he groaned uncontrollably.
Clumps of flames burst out from his body, and his skin was scorched black inch by inch.
He just used the "suffering from the flames" stored in the "fallen mercury" to exchange his fate of being "attacked by the ghost of Montsuri", and successfully got rid of the state where he was weak even in struggling, and no longer suffered attacks!
"Corrupted Mercury" can stab others as well as Lumian himself, replacing part of his unwanted fate! He was thus ignited and felt the pain of fighting the flame monster again.
Lumian, who was well prepared, turned over and rolled under the bed.
In the splashing movement, he rolled back and forth, suppressing the flames on his body.
After a while, I don't know whether Lumian's strategy had an effect, or the flames brought about by the exchange of fate burned to the end, or both, and he was no longer wrapped in red flames.
But his clothes had been burned to tatters, his body surface was covered with large scorch marks, his nose was shaky and about to fall off, and his hair smelled like a lake, which was much less.
Lumian tried hard to keep his eyes open and concentrate his energy to prevent himself from fainting.
As time went by, he felt that his life force was passing away rapidly.
He struggled to hold on, relying solely on his chest, unable to swallow a single breath.
After an unknown amount of time, Lumian finally heard the sound of a bell that was extremely beautiful to him.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
The bell representing six o'clock in the morning in Trier time echoed in the streets and surrounding areas, and wisps of morning light appeared on the horizon.
Lumian suddenly became sober and no longer felt any pain.
His physical and mental state has completely reset!
Huh... Lumian let out a breath, turned over and stood up, looked in front of him, and saw that the linen shirt and dark trousers he wore last night had been burned until there were only a few rags left, and his skin condition had completely returned to normal.
Already in financial crisis, he couldn't help but sigh: He had to repair a set of clothes, which was another expense!
"It doesn't look like a curse..." Lumian changed his clothes, walked out of the room, and went to the bathroom to wash his face with tap water.
He then looked in the mirror and found that part of his hair had become shorter, and part of it had lost the golden color on the surface. These external things cannot be reset.
After washing up, Lumian returned to 207 and was surprised to see an extra letter in the room.
The paper folded into squares was lying quietly on the wooden table.
Lumian couldn't help but murmured silently, "Is it too early to reply at this point?
"You didn't sleep last night. Did you just get home?"
Shaking his head, Lumian walked over and unfolded the reply from "Magician". The words on the letter were scrawled and messy, and it could only be vaguely seen that they belonged to the lady: "Well done, more to come.
Contact Mr. K and show a side that is not rational enough and prone to fanaticism, until he preaches to you and invites you to join the organization he belongs to." First, die in front of it, rely on the pollution in your body to kill it, and avenge those who died.
"Two, use your short knife to exchange the fate of 'meeting the ghost of Montsuri'. Haven't you ever thought that that short knife can also be used on yourself?
"Third, live in a certain church and stop going out."