The white skeletons looked at Lumian, who was shocked by the aura of terror, and laughed happily, mockingly, exaggeratedly or crazily.
Wow!
The dim spring water that was not pale enough gushed out of the dark hole and filled the small "pond".
Compared with before, there was an additional figure in the water.
The figure seemed to be burning violently, with almost colorless flames covering his whole body.
He obviously only occupies a corner of the spring, but Lumian, who was frozen, felt that he was extremely huge, comparable to a mountain peak.
In the nearly invisible flames, the figure revealed long blood-colored hair, a carved face full of traces of rot and pus, the bones inside shone with a steel-like metallic sheen, and the iron-black eyes seemed suspicious.
"Rusty", showing a bit of ferocious blood color.
Yellowish "magma" kept dripping from the figure's body, which was quickly extinguished by the pale spring water.
As the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman" gushes out again, the densely packed white skeletons that made the noise simultaneously fell silent and scattered, as if they were about to decay into mud.
After seeing the rotting figure like a mountain, the smell of blood and rust in Lumian's nose became stronger and stronger. His frightened spirit was infected with the madness that wanted to destroy everything, which completely ignited the irritability and ferocity that already existed.
If he hadn't been in a state of near-death and even his thoughts had completely withered, he would have lost his mind and become a madman.
In that case, he may lose control at any time.
But even so, he still stood frozen in place, as if facing the most feared natural enemy, he could only tremble, forgetting to resist and escape.
Wow!
The figure that was highly decayed and burning with invisible flames stepped on the dark entrance of the cave and tried its best to walk towards the edge of the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman". It tried to find out the right palm that was constantly dripping with light yellow and red liquid, and grabbed the standing
Lumian there.
The spring water surged, and the mist gathered, preventing the figure that gave the illusion of a mountain from leaving the spring.
The figure let out a low roar, and in its iron-black and red eyes was pure madness that would be contaminated just by looking at it.
Affected by this, Lumian's mind buzzed and went blank, and the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman" began to shake violently.
Although the terrifying figure failed to escape from the shackles of the spring, it successfully prevented them from shrinking back into the dark hole.
At the same time, the rotten and dim figures floating in the spring were driven by low roars and swarmed towards the shore.
Among them are pus-eating women with a temperament as quiet as the night, rotting corpses wearing golden crowns, iron-colored skeletons with a large number of greasy feathers, figures that seem to be entangled with countless broken maggots, and only one remains.
A strange black existence...
These figures were also unable to escape from the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman", but they approached the edge and stretched out toward Lumian's feet. They were either pale and oozing with pus, or highly decayed, or covered with yellowish feathers, or composed of disgusting maggots.
palm.
The long black hair floating on the water like a clump of weeds suddenly came to life and extended rapidly outside the spring.
The women in white robes wandering around the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman" were instantly entangled with layers of long black hair, and Lumian's figure was reflected in the dull and cold blue eyes.
Lumian was grabbed by strange and terrifying palms, pulled by his long black hair, slowly and uncontrollably.
Sliding towards the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman", approaching the huge figure composed of madness and fire.
His body became colder and colder, and his thoughts became more and more blank.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly lost all light and were tainted with the deepest and deepest darkness.
The melodious singing and chanting came from afar, making the area peaceful and quiet, making those vague and dim figures no longer so crazy, as if they were being comforted.
The terrifying palms that grabbed Lumian's feet and nearly froze his spirit and flesh all retracted, and the long black hair that pulled his body lost its activity and fell to the ground powerlessly, lingering in the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain"
"The figures who looked like high-ranking witches around them also stopped, as if they were listening to the music of the night.
Even the scariest and craziest figure appeared sluggish, because the terrifying aura derived from it became much weaker.
Lumian then regained his thoughts and instantly figured out what happened:
The thief who stole the Earth Blood Ore is Monet from the "Different" Cabaret!
And he deliberately created a coincidence to meet himself on the fourth floor of the catacombs, in order to use his stealing skills to quietly return the blood ore to himself, so that he could bring the ore specimen to "Samaria" without noticing.
An abnormality was triggered next to the "Women's Fountain"!
You must know that Lumian has no plans to carry earth blood ore into the underground recently. He feels that with his current strength, it is difficult to cope with the various anomalies existing in Trier underground. The purpose of the theft and return behavior of Monit, the archipelago liar, is to make him passive.
It opens up encounters that may be good or bad!
As for why the other party did this and what the purpose was, we may have to wait until the matter is over to find out.
While Lumian's thoughts were racing, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed "Hela"'s arm, while activating the contract mark, planning to use the ability of "spiritual world travel" to escape from here.
In the process, he also tried to shake off the earth blood ore in his palm, letting it attract the crazy figure with long blood-colored hair.
However, the blood ore seems to have been affected by the abnormal environment here, and there are obvious signs of weathering.
Silently, it shattered into powder and flew away, and the little blood stains stained Lumian's palm and eroded into the skin.
On the other side, the flame of the white candle in "Hela"'s hand was dimmed to the extreme and could be extinguished at any time, while the black diamond ring on her right hand quietly flowed out pure darkness like the middle of the night.
After Lumian grabbed her arm, he found that the two of them were motionless.
This area seems to be isolated from the spiritual world and cannot be escaped!
There was no way to escape... Lumian retracted his palm decisively and opened his mouth towards the flaming figure looking at him with crazy eyes: "Ha!"
A ray of pale yellow light erupted from his mouth and fell on the dim figure as huge as a mountain peak.
The figure swayed slightly, but was not affected and let out an invisible roar again.
After receiving the new "order", the strange figures soothed by the quiet night were shocked. They once again stretched out their rotten or disgusting palms and grabbed Lumian's feet. The black hair that fell to the ground was once again...
Raise.
Seeing that Lumian had no time to escape, blazing flames suddenly burst out around him.
These red flowers of destruction dimmed quickly and extinguished quickly, as if they had exhausted all their life in an instant.
The pale and pus-filled palm was the first to grab Lumian's right foot, causing him to become "quiet" and his thoughts quickly settled.
The highly rotten palm, the iron-colored skeleton covered with light yellow feathers and the body composed of damaged maggots also completed their tasks one after another, dragging Lumian, who was sleeping with his eyes open, to the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain"
Inside.
"Hela" is surrounded by layers of long black hair, which break through the quiet night and wrap around the lady who shows some signs of decay.
Lumian stared at the face with hard lines and rotten bones, and at the iron-black eyes with blood and rust, feeling pure and extreme madness, but he couldn't even form a thought.
His body became stiffer and stiffer, and purple-red corpse spots appeared on his body.
He was only one step away from the pale spring water.
At this moment, the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman", which had been delayed by the huge figure for a long time, finally "broke down" the dam, and rolled all the figures back into the dark hole where even the light could not shine.
.
The huge figure burning with invisible flames roared unwillingly, but was still carried by the pale spring water and disappeared into the depths of the hole.
Lumian "woke up" and saw the figure of a woman in a white robe wandering around again. She quickly turned around and ran towards the top of the slope.
His idea is simple:
Since the abnormality originated from the earth blood ore, and the earth blood ore was now half-integrated into his palm, he had to seize the time to escape instead of taking this opportunity to scoop up the remaining water in the spring.
As long as he can escape from here before the pale spring water gushes out again and the terrifying figure emerges again, the "Hela" left here will be much safer and can get water relatively calmly, along with his share.
As for how to run, when "teleport" doesn't work, relying on legs is the only way now.
While Lumian was running, he was still making preparations to escape before it was too late.
He relied on his "arsonist" ability to stabilize the flame of the white candle, and took out the "torture" gloves from his satchel and put them on his palms.
At the same time, he tried to recite the honorable name of Mr. Fool in Hermes:
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
This was the inspiration brought to him by the gray mist surrounding the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman"!"
Wow!
Lumian was just halfway through his recitation and ran some distance away when the sound of spring water gushing suddenly sounded.
This happened faster than he expected!
The low roar, which smelled of blood and rust and was full of madness, echoed in the area again.
"Hela" who didn't understand Lumian's thoughts and followed him away from the edge of the spring trembled again, as if she had changed from an emotionless corpse to a panicked and fearful living person.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the huge body burning with invisible flames, the blood-colored hair and the tattered, blood-stained armor.
Lumian was also shocked, and even had the urge to surrender and give up resistance.
He tried his best to endure it, but could no longer recite the name, so he could only put his hope in the "torture" gloves.
Just hold on, hold on, and those secret evil gods will soon cast their eyes on the material of the gloves and send out dangerous creatures to exert influence or launch attacks.
In the past, Lumian would have prayed that the coming anomaly would be within the range that he could handle, but now, he hopes that the more dangerous it is, the better!
When the water becomes muddy, the fish have a chance to escape!