Perle quickly concentrated his energy and stood in the position of "supervisor" and looked at the empty areas of the current quarry.
It was already dark here, only the carbide lamp lying sideways on the ground was emitting a dim yellow light dyed with a little blue.
As his eyes moved, Perle "saw" Lumian and also "saw" Anthony.
Both of them are located at the exit of the quarry cavity, but that belongs to the isolation boundary of the current special mirror world, not a passage in the actual sense, and there is no way to escape.
At this time, Lumian was facing Perle's direction, already wearing "torture" gloves with iron-black spikes, and holding a brass-colored revolver in his hand.
Anthony hid behind him, with his back to him, and they were very close to each other.
But this "hypnotist" did not stand. Instead, he squatted on one knee and placed a blank album on his right thigh. Using this as a support, he quickly drew something with a short pencil.
"Bottle of Fiction"!
Lumian and Anthony are in a "fictional bottle" built based on the exit of the quarry cavity.
However, this has no effect on Perle, who oversees everything in the current mirror world. She can directly see where Lumian and Anthony are hiding.
After watching such a scene, "Supervisor" Perle felt incongruous, abnormal, and seemed to involve some gray areas:
As the leader of the team and the most powerful person, Lumian actually acted to buy time for the Extraordinary in the "audience" path.
Regardless of whether he is betting that he will not kill him, and just wants to capture him alive as a shield, it is enough to show that what the "audience" path extraordinary person is doing is very important, and he thinks he can hurt a "supervisor"
”, or something that could help them escape from an “oversighter”!
Perle did not hesitate, looked at Lumian and Anthony in the "Vase of Imagination", and said in the "Word of Order":
"There are no secrets before the 'Overseer'!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the "imaginary bottle" constructed from the hollow exit of the quarry disintegrated silently.
But Perle discovered that Lumian was no longer protected by the "bottle of fiction", but there was still a "bottle of fiction" around Anthony, which did not fall apart because of the words of the "supervisor"!
After Lumian confirmed this detail, a smile appeared on his face.
The "bottle of fiction" surrounding Anthony is constructed based on himself.
His legs standing apart and the earth form a symbolic door.
Lumian arched his body slightly, looked at "Supervisor" Perle, and said to himself silently with a distorted smile:
"Yes, Anthony is doing something I told you, which is very important.
"But only by knocking me down can the 'bottle of fiction' created based on me, a living person, be broken. Any action that wants to harm Anthony must get past me first!
"Now, I am Anthony's shield, the wall that protects him!"
The smile on Perle's face faded a little, and he looked at Lumian with a gloomy expression and said:
"You are guilty!
"You kill people!"
Murder... Lumian was slightly shocked.
He was not surprised that he had killed someone, but he did not expect that "Supervisor" Perle would accuse him of this crime.
No matter what form the next punishment comes in, the final verdict will not change:
The murderer will die!
Didn't she want to capture me alive? Lumian took the initiative to be Anthony's shield, and indeed he also had the idea that Perle would not dare to kill him. In that case, many of the opponent's abilities would be restricted, and he would have the opportunity to delay Anthony
Complete the sketches he wanted in that extraordinary book of drawings from "The Bard" - a book whose purpose was to make the things painted on it come alive, or to exhibit a special effect that lasted for a period of time.
Who knows, this plan went bankrupt at the beginning.
Of course, Lumian didn't put all his bets on the "Supervisor" trying to capture him alive and defeat a demigod. It was indeed impossible for him to do it, but if he just delayed it for a while, he still had some hope.
The rumbling sound of thunder echoed in the low and hollow air of the quarry, and silver-white electric snakes jumped out one after another, entangled into a thunder tree as thick as a bucket, and suddenly struck at Lumian.
When the thunder echoed and the lightning had not yet fallen, Lumian had already raised his hands and aimed the brass revolver at the punishment from this world.
His blue eyes turned black, but he couldn't see the weakness of Terror Thunder.
He could only pour blazing white flames into the revolver and into the bullet that was about to be fired.
Bang!
When the silver-white Thunder Tree with its claws and fangs suddenly slashed down, a bullet that shimmered a little green and was surrounded by layers of white flames shot out from the muzzle and faced the huge lightning.
"Debilitating Bullets"!
This is the “Bullet of Debilitating” from Jebus!
In an instant, lightning as thick as a bucket shattered the green bullet and shattered the blazing white flames around it.
A sudden burst of silvery light engulfed Lumian.
boom!
The terrifying roar reached Anthony's ears a beat later, causing his body to tremble instinctively and almost losing his hearing.
He recalled the night when the military camp was attacked by the followers of the evil god - the sound of gunshots, cannons, screams, and shouts of killing came one after another from all directions, making him panic and frightened, so he left
The intense psychological shadow took many years to heal.
Now, he seemed to be back in the same scene as before.
Anthony calmed down, looked at the blank album in front of him, and continued sketching, the pencil in his hand rustling.
He still remembered Lumian's body language just now:
"Unless I die and someone steps over my body, no one can hurt you!"
Compared with the panic and helplessness that night in the military camp, where everyone was in danger, Anthony felt that the current situation was not that bad.
At least, I still have companions I can trust!
At least, there will be someone behind me who will fight to the death to protect me!
In the countless silver-white electric snakes that overflowed, Lumian's body first cracked into a large number of mirror fragments, and then was charred black, carbonized, and shattered into powder.
The "mirror stand-in" given by Jenna!
Lumian's figure was re-outlined, still standing firmly in place with his legs spread apart.
The rumble and thunder in mid-air did not disappear with the end of the last punishment, and a new round of executions was brewing.
After the "supervisor" files a public prosecution, the punishment will continue unless the judgment is fully effective!
Lumian's scalp felt numb, and his black hair and fine hairs stood up a little, stimulated by the current remaining in the air.
After a few seconds of brewing, a huge lightning that was more brilliant and terrifying than before fell silently.
Lumian had already gritted his teeth, discarded the revolver, raised his hands, and let the "torture" gloves with short iron-black spikes accurately meet the tip of the lightning, while one after another blazing white fireballs were above him.
Condensation forming.
The "torture" glove can block a divine blow at the expense of its own fragmentation or breakage!
boom!
In the sudden and terrifying explosion, the silver-white tree of death formed by lightning stopped on Lumian's fist and on the "torture" glove.
With a rumble, the blazing white flames exploded, pushing the disintegrated tiny electric snakes into the distance.
This time, the thunderous punishment quickly subsided, but the dull rumble in mid-air continued.
With a snapping sound, Lumian's "torture" glove was charred and broken, breaking into many small pieces and falling to the ground one after another.
Seeing that a new round of huge lightning was about to take shape, Lumian knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but urge Anthony in his heart:
"Why haven't you finished painting yet?
"I can only block it a little longer!"
After a brief, oppressive silence, a silver-white lightning snake suddenly jumped out of the air, lighting up the entire quarry cavity and illuminating the smile on the face of "Supervisor" Perle.
Lumian only had time to do the only thing he could do:
He activated his shadow and made it swap positions with his own.
boom!
In the crisp and rapid thunderstorm, the giant lightning snake swallowed up the shadow, causing it to melt and evaporate in an instant, leaving no trace.
Finally, this time the punishment was over, Lumian's body stood out in front of Anthony again, his legs were slightly apart, his back was slightly arched, but there was no shadow under his feet.
"Why haven't you finished painting yet?" Lumian thought anxiously.
He considered whether to lift the "bottle of fiction" and grab Anthony to "teleport" him around.
But he could see that the punishment based on the "Supervisor's" prosecution would not end just because he changed his position. At the speed of lightning, he could not rely on "teleportation" to avoid it.
It wasn't that the "teleport" wasn't fast enough, but that he had to spend time activating the black mark on his right shoulder.
The buzzing and muffled thunder kept ringing in Lumian's ears, foretelling the coming of the next punishment.
Behind Lumian, Anthony squatted on one knee and used his right thigh to draw pictures on the table. There were beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead.
The first part of the sketch was successful and completed very quickly, but the last stroke suddenly became difficult for some reason.
The album affected the pencil, and the pencil began to violently absorb Anthony's spirituality, but such a large amount of spirituality could only push the black lines to move slowly.
At the same time, the surroundings of the blank page gradually curled up and burned with transparent flames, seemingly unable to withstand what Anthony was about to draw.
Anthony knew very well that that was not what this album could present, but he fully believed in Lumian's judgment and continued to work hard.
Boom!
The muffled thunder became louder and louder, and Anthony, who was in the "Vase of Imagination", could hear it more clearly.
As a "psychiatrist", he couldn't control his mentality. Emotions such as nervousness, impatience, anxiety, and panic surged at the same time.
He controlled himself and continued to draw the last stroke.
Seeing that the terrifying silver lightning was about to take shape, but Anthony behind him had not yet moved, Lumian felt a little desperate given his mind.
"Are you going to die now?
"Well, I want to see what Thermipolos looks like!
"Death..." Suddenly, a lightning bolt called inspiration lit up in Lumian's mind.
He took out something from the "traveler's bag" with his backhand.
It was a gold mask with several streaks of oil paint on it.
Obtained from "Hisoka", the golden mask derived from the "God of Death"!
Lumian quickly put the golden mask on his face, his body quickly became cold, and his breath gradually became silent.
The terrifying thunderbolt brewing in mid-air suddenly stopped.
Lumian raised his head and looked at the silver-white electric snakes that were no longer gathering. The corners of his mouth curled up under the golden mask.
Now he is an undead creature!
One of the functions of that golden mask is to turn the wearer into an undead creature while maintaining his sanity!
And since Lumian is "dead", the punishment has achieved its purpose and will naturally end immediately!
Seeing this scene, the "supervisor" was a little stunned, and soon understood what was going on.
She laughed, but did not lose her composure.
When punishments kept coming, she was not idle and was prepared for possible accidents.
She used a coin bag to create a "black box" and completed a transaction!
Her right hand is about to retract.
Behind Lumian, Anthony saw the curled edges of the paper and the almost invisible flames quickly spreading towards the middle of the page, and his heart became more and more desperate.
Even if he could finish the last stroke, the page of drawing paper would obviously be scrapped and would have no effect.
Anthony gritted his teeth and chose to believe in his companions and Lumian.
He remembered what Lumian had told him just now:
"Draw Monit first, then draw the 'Magician' lady!"
Monit, that archipelago liar Monit... As soon as Anthony had such a thought, he was shocked to see the edge of the scrolling paper stop, and the invisible flame also briefly solidified.
His pencil became smoother.
He stirred up his spirituality and finished drawing a monocle made of simple lines on the right eye of the sketched Islander with slightly curly black hair, thin face, deep-set eye sockets and thick lips.