Lumian rolled backwards for some distance before getting back on his feet.
The screams that broke out and were abruptly interrupted at that moment made him feel a lot more at ease.
However, he was not careless, carrying a shotgun on his back and picking up an axe, before cautiously approaching the completely collapsed house.
Where the bricks, stones and wooden blocks are stacked, the dust fills the air and does not dissipate for a long time.
Standing outside, Lumian couldn't see the monster's body at all, which proved that the other party was completely buried, and in the current environment, his sense of smell was also greatly weakened, and he couldn't help but raise a hand and cover his nose to prevent it from being stimulated by the dust.
Faced with this situation, Lumian took seven or eight steps back, keeping a safe enough distance from his target, patiently waiting for the dust to settle.
While waiting, he kept looking around, beware of shallow footprints that might suddenly appear and various smells that were rapidly approaching.
Finally, the air returned to "freshness" and his vision was no longer disturbed.
Lumian approached the building again, following the smell of blood that emanated, and found the monster that was pressed down by the heavy stones.
Anyway, he was not in a hurry, relying on the talent of the "hunter", and moved away from the stones piece by piece in a specific order without causing a secondary collapse.
At the same time, he was always on guard against the monster and was waiting for an opportunity to sneak up on him.
Another heavy stone was pulled away, and Lumian saw the monster whose head and neck had turned into swirling "mouthparts".
Its back was facing upside down, its flesh and blood were blurred, its chest was pressed against its back, its "mouthparts" full of sharp teeth were stuck in the ground by small sharp stone pillars, and several dark black tentacles covered with flesh membranes were broken.
If it weren't for the obvious characteristics, Lumian couldn't recognize whether this semi-solid and highly viscous meat sauce was his target.
This is better than he expected!
After initially confirming that the monster was completely dead, Lumian set his sights on its chest and found that the three black marks were still clearly visible in this situation.
It's weird...... Even in the occult world, this shouldn't be common, right? Lumian, who was muffled by his sister for a long time, still lacks too much knowledge and can only make certain judgments based on his feelings.
He originally planned to use the knife he carried with him to peel off the pieces of skin where the black marks were located, but the trap was so effective that the skin on the other party's entire chest was completely damaged and pressed into the flesh, and he couldn't peel it off even if he wanted to.
After thinking for a few seconds, he tore off the inner linen shirt, tore off a small half piece of cloth, and placed it in front of him as paper.
Immediately afterwards, he got another piece of cloth and wrapped it around his index finger, staining the monster's blood - as for whether this could completely isolate the possible pollution and toxicity, he didn't care too much, if something really went wrong, just get out of the dream quickly, anyway, the damage that could be brought to reality was very small, and he should be able to completely recover in a few hours or most of the day.
Using the monster's blood as ink, Lumian copied the three black marks.
As he drew, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and there was a certain swelling and pain in the corner of his forehead.
According to the common sense taught by Aurore, combined with his grasp of his own state, Lumian believed that his spirituality was almost exhausted, and found the reason:
"Just copying these three marks, my spirituality is about to be emptied?"
On the one hand, he was surprised by the strangeness of the black mark, and on the other hand, he was shocked that the spiritual upper limit of the "hunter" was too low, and he estimated that he was a little better than a gifted normal person.
After resting for a while, Lumian continued to copy, and after three intermittent times, he completed his work, his head throbbing.
In such a state, he could no longer explore further, so he could only put away the cloth, pick up the axe, and return to his home on the other side of the wilderness.
After walking out of the ruins and relaxing a little, he suddenly felt like he had digested a lot of "hunter" magic potion.
"It seems like it was a successful hunt...... Lumian muttered.
His summary that he had experienced but had not yet sorted out came to mind:
"Calm is important...... When you suddenly encounter prey and don't have time to prepare, it's even more important to stay calm.
"Observe the environment at any time and think about how to use it."
As his thoughts wrote, Lumian returned home, went up to the second floor, and entered the bedroom.
He held on to memorize those marks for a while before falling on the bed and falling asleep.
…………
The next morning, when Lumian woke up, both temples were still a little swollen, which was a sign of excessive spiritual consumption in the ruins of the dream.
He shook his head, left the room, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When he went downstairs, he found that his sister had prepared breakfast, toast with jam, cut sausages, and strong coffee.
"So early?" Lumian blurted out in surprise.
My sister rarely gets up early.
Aurore responded angrily:
"I found myself in a time loop, and the people around me were weirder and more terrifying, can you still sleep well? I can't sleep well anyway."
"I don't want to." Lumian comforted his sister, "At least you can really sleep, I have to be busy in my dreams."
"Yes." Aurore picked up the coffee with half a bag of sugar cubes and took a sip.
After her brother sat down and ate most of the toast and sausages, she asked:
"What are the gains from exploring the Dream Ruins this time?"
Lumian told the whole process of his encounter with the monster, and finally said:
"Auror, uh, sister, help me see what those three black marks represent, at the end of the Lenten celebration, there are similar things on the priests of this parish, and there are more of them."
Aurore nodded lightly and took out an absorbent pen and sticky note paper from the hidden pocket of her off-white tunic dress.
Lumian brushed it up, not too accurately restoring those black marks.
Soon, he handed the note to his sister and "introduced":
"I only remembered a few times, some parts are not sure whether they are right or wrong, but some are definitely like this, here, here, and here, there is no problem."
Just by restoring part of the imprint in this way, his spirituality was consumed a lot.
Aurore put the sticky note paper on the dining table in front of her, looked at it intently for a while, and said:
"These words are not any of the kind I know, and the corresponding symbols are more distorted than those commonly found in the occult."
Lumian was a little disappointed, and Aurore added:
"Judging from the influence of transcendent words and symbols on the surroundings, and the traces of prying on the forces of nature, I suspect that this is an external manifestation of a special contract."
She said as she tapped the sticky note with her index finger.
"Contract?" Lumian asked rhetorically.
Aurore nodded:
"Considering your battle with that monster, each black mark should represent a special contract.
"The function of this contract may be to help it obtain an extraordinary ability from some spirit beings, alien beings, and alien creatures, so the black mark on its left chest glows and brings invisibility, and the one below its neck corresponds to a voice that makes people irritable, resentful, and irrational.
"No wonder......" Lumian suddenly understood some details of the previous battle.
He then smiled and said:
"Did the priest of this parish sign more than a dozen contracts with different creatures?
"What is this called? This is so that everyone can be his father!"
"Strange description." Aurore muttered, "Now it seems that the priest of the main hall who fought with you at the end of the Lenten celebration did not even show one-tenth of his strength, and he should have used only one ability to obtain through the contract, and his body and spirit were inexplicably out of control and left to be slaughtered by you."
Lumian didn't understand the last time and the last cycle, but now he clearly felt the luck at that time.
He asked eagerly:
"Can I copy the contract obtained from the monster and get in touch with the corresponding creature?"
He was very greedy for the "invisibility" ability.
"A contract is a contract, a ceremony is a ceremony, do you know how to hold a ceremony?" Aurore poured cold water on him, "Even if you master the ritual, do you know what this special contract will cost? The priest of this parish should have been accomplished with the help of the gift of a hidden being......"
Speaking of this, Aurore was suddenly stunned for a second, and said to himself:
"Why do the monsters in the ruins of your dream also have such black marks...... It has also received the gift of the Lord?"
As he spoke, Aurore turned his gaze to Lumian's left chest:
"Could it be related to the black thorn symbol that locks your heart?
"The priest of this parish also has it, huh...... The dream ruin may be created by a hidden being represented by the thorn symbol, and the key to breaking the cycle may also be hidden there, or, in some cases, reality and dream ruins can do something in sync to solve the problem......"
"It's possible." Lumian felt that this could explain why the monster also had black marks and why the mysterious lady allowed herself to explore the dream ruins and try to unravel the secrets there.
He immediately sighed:
"Aurore, uh, sister, your imagination is indeed much richer than mine."
"This is the self-cultivation of a writer." Aurore smiled.
After breakfast, she asked Lumian to go to the study with herself to teach Hermes.
It wasn't until three or four o'clock in the afternoon that the two of them finished their make-up classes and only ate a little food on the way.
"Okay, you can go out and find Pierre now. Berry is drinking." Seeing that the time was almost the same, Aurore would not arouse suspicion, so he ordered Lumian.
Lumian said "Hmm" and said with concern:
"You must be careful."
My sister wants to take the risk to contact the three sheep to see what information she can get.
…………
Shepherd Pierre. In the dilapidated two-story house where Berry lived.
Lumian looked around and asked the old woman in front of him:
"Where's Pierre?"
The old woman is Pierre. Berry's mother, named Marty, was obviously only in her early fifties, but because of hard work, she had a lot of wrinkles, spotted skin, gray black hair, and looked not much younger than Naroka.
"He went to church." Marty replied.
Going to church again? Lumi was shocked.
(End of this chapter)