Chapter 147 The real purpose (Thanks to Lao Kohler for rewarding the Silver Alliance)
Chapter 885 The real purpose (Thanks to Lao Kohler for rewarding the Silver Alliance)
Seeing Vozan Sanson's eyes widening, his breath gradually dissipating, and his face full of twisted pain and real despair, Lumian took out the silver-white "lie" from the "traveler's bag".
The ear clip was worn on my left ear.
Vozan Sanson, who was in a dying state, suddenly saw a familiar figure.
The figure has light blue eyes, bright facial features, and long and thick blond hair.
That's Aurore.
But this time, there was no fear or fear on Aurore's face, only a slight smile remained.
"He..." Vozan Sanson made his last voice.
He died like this with his eyes bulging out.
Lumian returned to his original appearance, took off the "Lie" ear clip, and said casually:
"Die so soon? I also want to thank you for helping me digest the 'Despair' potion."
When he was first promoted, he had already digested most of the "Despair" potion, and now he has taken it one step further.
Lumian didn't think there was any surprise about this. According to the occult knowledge he learned from Ms. "Magician", the essence of "acting method" is actually to let one's physical, mental and mental state gradually move towards the core of the potion through acting.
It symbolizes getting closer, thereby bypassing restrictions and completing digestion step by step. And his state before and after taking the "Despair" potion can be said to be very close to the name "Despair".
What made Lumian desperate was not that he had to turn into a "witch". In order to be promoted faster, to better cope with the possible doomsday, and to resurrect his sister as soon as possible, he had considered similar things more than once. Anyway, it was not without opportunities in the future.
Jump to the "Hunter" path and become a man again.
What he despaired about was that he was forced to do this and had no way to refuse. What he despaired about was that all his efforts, struggles, and anger were all arranged by others, and he would have to follow the arrangements of others to become a "witch"
road.
Of course, when despair reaches the extreme, the desire and belief in the heart to be strong and change everything will also become extremely strong.
"Is this what you want?" Lumian whispered to himself while no longer sealing off the area, and allowed the remaining occult pathogens to completely dissipate.
Franka, Jenna and Anthony had already hurried over after Vozan Sanson was pierced through the icicle.
Lumian suddenly sensed something and turned his attention to a certain location in this dark ruins.
That was the place where the demigod Higton, the "Destroyer of All Things", finally died.
There were greenish-yellow dots of light emerging out of thin air, rising upwards, only to be blocked back by the barrier of the special mirror world.
Can the connection be initially cut off here so that part of the gift power cannot return? Lumian, who has experienced it, immediately made a corresponding judgment.
At this time, Franka and others had already ran in front of him.
Looking at the familiar but bright cold face, Franka opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.
Jenna looked at Lumian's current appearance and had only one thought in her mind:
It’s good to be alive. It’s the best thing if everyone is alive!
As for the rest, there's nothing to worry about.
Lumian pointed at the blocked green and yellow light, and said with a slightly magnetic and distinctly feminine voice:
"You can take a weapon and put it there."
This is the initiative to create extraordinary weapons.
After Franka, Jenna, and Anthony looked at each other, they stopped being modest and said proactively:
"I'll go ahead, I'm missing a weapon that can hurt demigods."
And she is the second-highest-ranked Beyonder in the team—Ludwig not included.
If she had had similar weapons before, she might not be so desperate when facing Xigdon.
"Okay." Jian Na expressed her attitude.
Anthony also nodded.
This does not mean that he put the "Winter is Coming" revolver under those light spots. This extraordinary weapon can reset the number of uses. With its own material, in that case, the pollution is likely to exceed the limit, allowing it to directly
collapse.
Franka took out her "Bombardment Gun" and ran towards the area filled with green and yellow light spots.
Lumian withdrew his gaze, glanced at Jenna, showed a slight smile and said:
"Are there any ring-shaped objects?"
Jian Na looked at the smile that seemed to have its own light and was a little surprised, but she felt that she shouldn't ask at this moment.
She rummaged through and found a cheap silver bracelet and handed it to Lumian.
After taking it, Lumian placed the bracelet on the head of Vozan Sanson's body, waiting for the power of fate to be intercepted.
He then looked towards the transparent border like a mirror in the distance and saw his own figure and face.
He tried hard to put a smile on his lips.
Because Aurore is such a person who is good at enjoying hardships.
…………
In front of the bloody altar,
Ms. "Hermit" is trying to combine the iron cigarette box that smells like Mr. "Fool" with the "Lance of Longinus" to directly attack the oil painting depicting the endless starry sky. Ms. "Magician" has already
Based on his rich sealing knowledge and powerful sealing ability, he considered and said:
"The power of fate makes the intervention of non-participants of the vortex ritual fail, and that terrifying voice affects all extraordinary people like 'listeners' and 'peepers of secrets'. We may be able to crack it separately.
"The power of fate is most likely escaping from the ring on the oil painting. If we can block it and shield it, we should be able to escape the doomed fate of intervention and directly destroy the oil painting and interrupt that terrifying sound.
"
"Block..." Miss "Justice" relayed the message to Ms. "Hermit" who suddenly had an idea.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the barrier seal was strengthened and the power of destiny was significantly weakened, she cast the "Wizard" spell and threw the iron cigarette box towards the oil painting on the altar, causing it to accurately land in the area painted with silver and white circles with black rings.
.
The iron cigarette box directly pressed down on the ring, covering it without revealing any trace.
The little boy Will said immediately:
"The power of fate has dropped a lot again!"
Upon hearing this, Ms. "Magician" quickly raised her arms, causing the void around the oil painting to curve, become darker and deeper.
The space then collapsed, disintegrating inch by inch, and obvious cracks appeared in the oil paintings and altar.
Gray-white scales appeared on Miss Justice's face, and her body seemed to be expanding.
Similarly, Ms. "Judgement" also made a verdict again.
Seeing that her companions had launched attacks, Ms. "Hermit" once again gathered the ancient spear stained with strange blood and threw it at the oil painting.
The oil painting, which had been tattered by the continuous blows, was completely pierced by the "Lance of Longinus" and nailed to the altar.
Immediately afterwards, flames that seemed to contain all colors emerged from the tip of the gun, completely igniting the oil painting with terrifying sounds emanating from it, and gradually burned it to ashes.
…………
Over Trier.
One after another, the "worms of time" crawled back into Mr. Star's body.
The Major Arcana card holder wearing red gloves said to Mr. ‘The Hanged Man’ in his original magnetic voice:
"Amon has returned and has briefly restored the power of the True God of the 'Error' and 'Gate' paths. I must return to the Church of Tranquility immediately."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. "Xingxing" disappeared instantly.
Mr. "The Hanged Man" cast his gaze downwards and saw the "moon" turned into crimson moonlight falling into the mist of the villa that was compressed to the extreme. Saint Vieve of the "Eternal Sun" Church shone in the form of sunlight.
Got in there.
…………
Deep in the primitive island, outside the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor".
Amon, who was at the edge of the star realm, looked down at Perle, at the "Shadow of the God of Beauty" and the miniature red moon, which were still struggling to approach the corresponding light spots in the white mist, without making any movement.
"What are you waiting for?" Russell asked with the pain on his face gradually deepening.
"It's the same as what you are thinking now, the most arrogant idea you have ever thought of." Amon pinched the monocle in his right eye and responded with a smile, "If it is just to clear the believers of the 'Fog of Uncertainty', it is not possible at all.
It's not worth the trouble to reveal our trump cards."
Russell looked at the transactions still going on below and said:
"That may bring great hidden dangers."
"When you make a decision, you must accept the consequences. How can you accomplish a great thing without taking any risks or bearing any losses?" Amon said with a smile, and then he added, "This sentence
The words were neither mine nor yours."
Before Russell, who was being eroded deeper and deeper by the white mist and suffering more and more pain, could respond, Amon looked into the distance and said:
"The ones from the 'Tarot Society' are pretty good. There's no need for me to come over personally and destroy that oil painting."
Speaking of this, Amon, who was wearing a monocle, showed an eager expression:
"Now, it's time."
He set his sights on the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor" and on Bernadette, who was restricted by Russell and could not come out.
The "Queen of Mysteries" recalled something suddenly, and felt that a certain memory was revealed through the fog.
She immediately stretched out her right hand and quickly sketched one word after another with starlight in front of her.
These words, which seemed to be the source of all languages in the northern and southern continents, quickly intertwined into strange symbols, opening a "secret door" that seemed to lead to the depths of the spiritual world.
The "secret door" opened silently, and the strong wind blew out, transforming into a man with a humanoid upper body and lower body airflow, wrapped in white cloth.
"The wishing lamp and that item." Bernadette ordered with a majestic voice.
The man with the airflow on his lower body responded respectfully, and then took out two items from the white cloth wrapped around his body:
It looks like a miniature kettle, with a golden surface and covered with mysterious and complex symbols. What looks like a wick protrudes from the mouth of the pot. It is exactly the "0-05" and "wishes" that believers in the "Uncertain Mist" want to obtain.
"Magic Lamp".
The other piece is a gray stone slab, and the top is also engraved with characters that seem to be the source of all languages in the northern and southern continents. There are many marks on the surface, mottled and vicissitudes of life.
PS: Thanks to Lao Kohler for rewarding the Silver Alliance~