The strange sound that Lumian heard seemed to come from a very far away place, so far away that it could never be reached.
His heart tightened and he immediately took off the "Eye of Reality", but the sound did not disappear: bang, bang, bang, it was like two stones colliding with each other. Lumian even "seen" it intuitively
When sparks emerged, I saw dry leaves and branches being ignited, and around the fire were white bones, a dark and dark cave of unknown depth, and a loud howl like a wolf howling outside;
Boom, boom, boom, the big leather drum was beaten, and the sound of various ancient musical instruments echoed in Lumian's ears. It was solemn, sacred, and magnificent. The picture poured into his mind changed accordingly. A huge altar in the wilderness.
On the top, a figure with a face covered with strings of beads, a gorgeous high crown on his head, and a deep black robe walked along the steps and climbed to the highest point of the altar step by step. Around him, everyone had their faces painted like evil ghosts.
People were dancing almost crazy to the beat of drums. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a face seemed to poke out from the low-hanging dark clouds. The worshiper wearing a gorgeous high crown raised his head and let the beads
A series of things slid to both sides, revealing faces full of terror;
The high-pitched, distant, and desolate voice penetrated the sky and resounded throughout the land. Lumian's body and mind seemed to be shocked. A vast and boundless plateau appeared in front of him. On the plateau, the trees were withered and the grass was green.
It is sparse, with loess and stones exposed everywhere. Here, a large number of crisscrossing ravines are like wrinkles on an old man's face, separating dead towns. A huge river rushes through it, majestic and unstoppable, but stained
Colored turbid yellow;
The sound of "ding-ding-dong-dong" was as clear and soft as a pearl falling on a porcelain plate. It came from a strange-shaped wooden pavilion. The buildings around it were burning violently, and there were waves of killing sounds on the river ahead.
, in this soft and sweet melody, the pavilion was also ignited and began to collapse, but the performer did not stop;
In the melodious singing, a woman wearing a strange long dress stood on the stage, singing with a moving expression. Below were humans sitting around different tables, drinking alcoholic drinks and enjoying the performance in the dim lights. This
Outside the suspected bar and dance hall, gunfire sounded like firecrackers. Citizens fell dead on the street one by one. Vicious soldiers rushed past, stabbing those who were still struggling with bayonets mounted on their guns. Buildings burned in the distance, and the flames rushed towards them.
Sky.....
These sounds and images poured into Lumian's head in a torrent, causing his eyes to become bloodshot, his head to be abnormally swollen, as if it was about to explode, and his thoughts were completely turned into mush.
Neither Franka nor Jenna noticed anything unusual about Lumian, because they were dealing with Gardner Martin in the mirror with all their strength.
First, Franka pressed the black flame against the mirror smeared with the target's blood, and successfully saw the enemy who was weakened by the explosion of desire burning with black flame, and the spirit body suffered trauma.
Click.
Gardner is broken in the mirror, his figure is outlined nearby, his eyes are no longer trance-like.
At this moment, Jian Na, who had been moving at high speed and turning around occasionally to catch the target immediately, also flattened the makeup mirror smeared with Gardner's blood in the mirror, and pressed the black flame in her hand that was ready to go off.
Up.
In the mirror, Gardner was ignited by the witch's black flame again, and suffered another fatal curse.
He shattered like a mirror again, and his figure appeared next to the black giant pillar.
His right hand reached into his pocket, as if he wanted to take out a mirror, combine it with nails, hair, blood and other media, and use a substitution method to cut off the connection between the source of the curse and himself.
But at this time, Franka, who was also moving at high speed, leaned back slightly, lifted the mirror in her palm, and made contact with the other hand holding the "torture" glove, which was burning with black flames.
In the mirror, Gardner was filled with black flames from the inside out, and there was no chance of using mirror magic to escape the curse.
In this way, Franka and Jenna kept taking turns, one advancing and then retreating, one cursing and the other waiting, as if they were performing a duet with its own dance.
After another five or six curses, Gardner froze in front of a gray-white stone pillar in the mirror and did not break like a mirror.
He quickly became weak and nearly comatose in the silently burning black flames.
Seeing this, Franka dropped the "torture" gloves, pulled out the "shell gun", opened the hammer, and aimed at the target.
boom!
The iron-black bullet penetrated Gardner's head in the mirror, opened his skull, and shattered his head.
In the mirror, Gardner's almost headless body shook a few times and fell to the ground.
The corpse quickly faded, leaving only a piece of mirror fragment with an almost matte surface, as if painted with black paint, and looked very strange.
On the other side, Anthony Reed, who is good at observation, discovered Lumian's abnormality and ran close to him, trying to "comfort" him. However, no matter what the "psychiatrist" tried, Lumian's face became more and more distorted.
The blood vessels on his forehead bulged and seemed ready to burst at any moment.
"There's a situation here!" After Anthony saw Gardner's death in the mirror out of the corner of his eye, he immediately informed Franka and Jenna, hoping that these two witches could find a way to solve Lumian's current anomaly.
But after a moment, the dark mirror fragments shimmered.
The surroundings suddenly became dim and transparent, and the world seemed to be instantly put into a container made of mirrors.
Deep in the dark, shadowy "mirror container", something was so angry that the air turned into substance, pressing in from different directions.
Although they saw nothing and heard nothing, Franka, Jenna and Anthony still felt strong fear, and their bodies seemed to be thrown into an ice cave and froze instantly.
Suddenly, they heard a faint sigh, a sigh from a woman.
The huge black pillar not far away lit up dimly, and the tiny snake-like black hairs hidden in the void retracted, building barriers around the square, forming a giant black-haired ball.
Franka and the others suddenly felt a sense of peace. They were no longer affected by fear, nor were they so cold that they couldn't even lift their hands.
At this time, Lumian still had various voices echoing in his mind, and various images were presented, and his sanity was gradually eroded by madness.
Suddenly, he heard a voice.
That's a sigh from a man.
Then, he saw a face and a figure.
It was a man sitting cross-legged in a quiet room, wearing a high crown and a blue robe.
The man's face was as beautiful as jade, but there was so much sadness and pain in his eyes that he couldn't get rid of it, and he looked rather haggard.
He looked at Lumian, looked at the pictures, and picked up the short brown stick studded with white threads that was beside him.
With the sigh, all the other sounds Lumian heard and the other scenes he saw disappeared.
They turned into a series of shrill screams, superimposed, as if they were cursing.
Although Lumian couldn't understand what they were shouting, the word echoed in his mind in the form of the purest knowledge, allowing him to figure out what it meant without mastering the corresponding language.
Those voices that merged into a torrent screamed full of resentment and hatred: "Heavenly Master!"
At the bottom of the deep valley quarry, the hall where the machines were running wildly was half collapsed. Many members of the "Heart of Machinery" suffered varying degrees of injuries and voluntarily evacuated the place so as not to affect the battle of their teammates.
The mechanical giant Claude suddenly stopped moving, and countless roars superimposed on each other echoed in his ears.
Amidst the roar, a sigh descended from a high place, creating a wilderness whose exact appearance was unclear.
In the wilderness, countless figures wandered, sometimes looking at the sky and shouting.
Seeing such changes, Archbishop Horamik did not take the opportunity to deal with the mechanical giant Claude. Instead, he quickly exited this crumbling hall with the remaining members of the "Mechanical Heart" and exited the illusory and fuzzy wilderness.
One of the mechanical giant Claude's prosthetic eyes, which looked like rubies and the other looked like emeralds, suddenly dimmed.
As if he had lost his mind, he slowly turned around and entered the "wilderness" step by step, as if he wanted to join the figures that were lingering forever.
Halfway through, the mechanical giant Claude turned his head at the sound of the gears turning and looked at Archbishop Horamik and others.
An indescribable smile appeared on the face made of metal parts.
The next second, the mechanical giant Claude withdrew his sight and continued to move forward.
His figure gradually became illusory, and finally went deep into the wilderness and disappeared with it.
Deep in the Fourth Age of Trier, next to the gray-white mist as thick as a wall.
The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" were outlined, and their eyes were locked on "Ms. Moon" who had lost her veil and had a blank expression.
The benefactor of the "Great Mother" and the lady who gave birth to the gods stood in front of the gray mist, her shadow scorched black.
Seeing this scene, both "Magician" and "Justice" were surprised.
Almost at the same time, the gray-white mist as thick as the wall expanded, like a heart beating.
Immediately afterwards, a high-pitched aura that looked down on all living creatures and made people want to surrender rose rapidly, suppressing the sighs that had echoed earlier.
The gray-white fog in this area went crazy and spread in all directions again, making the gray fog in Trier in the entire Quaternary Age even denser.
"he?"
"So it's him?"
"Justice" and "Magician" whispered silently, because they were not targeted, so they were able to endure the corresponding negative effects and continue their actions.
The dazed "Ms. Moon" was suddenly enveloped in the bright starlight.
...
In the wilderness, strong men such as Snarner Einhorn and Dist, the president of the "Iron-Blooded Cross", once again restrained the angel who lost control and turned into a disaster giant. However, they themselves also suffered counterattacks.
, is retreating, unable to seize the opportunity.
At this moment, the gray fog covering the ruins of Quaternary Age Trier rolled violently, as if the entire city came to life.
The rolling gray mist instantly elongated into a spear that could shatter mountain peaks, and flew towards the restricted Fomunda Sauron.
In the blink of an eye, the spear made of gray mist burned violently and turned purple, accompanied by an aura of aloofness that wanted to conquer everything.
Whether it was Snarna Einhorn, Dist or the others, or Vermonda Sauron, at this moment they seemed to have seen the city in the fog. They were both physically and mentally frightened, and they did not dare to resist for a short time.
Xuanhe's purple flame spear spanned a long distance and penetrated Fomunda Sauron, the disaster giant who had not yet recovered his ability to move. His chest was split open and he was nailed to the wilderness. "
The purple flames dispersed, and a figure stood up from squatting on one knee.
He wore black armor stained with blood, and had long red hair. He was young and handsome, but there was a rotten bone wound on each side of his cheek, and a flag-like red mark was highlighted between his eyebrows, which was so vivid.