"The power of fate!"
As the ancient Hermes spat out, Lumian suddenly felt that the light in the altar was much dimer, and the orange candle flame shook violently in the invisible wind, compressing it to the size of only a grain of pepper.
At the same time, his chest began to heat up, his head was a little dizzy, and his ears were buzzing, as if he was about to hear the terrifying sound from infinity and close to him.
Lumi calmed down and suddenly thought of something:
The pollution in his body was sealed by the owner of the blue-black symbol, even if he meditated deeply and faced the ritual dance, he could only let the thorn symbol stand out, dissipate a little breath, and could not mobilize the corresponding power.
Can this ritual bypass the seal and absorb the "gift"?
Unless, the owner of the blue-black symbol, that great being, has acquiesced!
Thinking of the mysterious lady's determined attitude, Lumi felt a little relieved, and even suspected that the ritual itself had a part of asking for the permission of the Great Being.
As for which part, he didn't have enough occult knowledge to guess.
During the ceremony, Lumian did not dare to delay, but after a few turns in his mind, he began to recite the follow-up mantra in ancient Hermes:
"You are the past, the present, and the future;
"You are the cause, the result, and the process."
This word by word echoed in the closed altar, whether it was the floor or the utensils, there was obvious wriggling, as if countless strange things were about to come out and enter the ruins of this dream realm.
Toot!
The black wind appeared out of thin air, surrounding Lumian, and the flame of the candle compressed to the size of a pepper particle expanded at once, dyeing it silvery white with black.
Lumian once again heard the sound that always brought him to the brink of death and loss of control, but at some point a faint mist had risen from the altar, all gathering around him.
This made him feel somewhere between deep meditation and seeing the "noodle man" dance, not dying, but not so comfortable, just like suffering from severe tinnitus, dizziness, nausea, irritability to a certain extent, and mental confusion.
Barely controlling himself, Lumian continued the ceremony:
"I pray to you.
"I pray for your gifts,
"I pray that you will give me the power of a 'dancer'.
"Tulip, a herb of fate, please pass on the power to me!
"Gray amber, a herb that belongs to fate, please pass on the power to my spell!"
As the ritual progressed, Lumian's tinnitus and dizziness became more and more severe, and it seemed as if there were countless worms moving under the skin on his body.
Finally, he finished reciting the mantra.
Almost at the same time, the silver-white and black candle flame instantly condensed, turning into a pillar of light and shining on his left chest.
A silver-black illusory liquid suddenly flowed out of there, quickly enveloping Lumian, making him look both evil and terrifying.
He only felt that every inch of his skin seemed to be being pricked, his muscles and ligaments were completely torn apart, and the mysterious voice became extremely clear, as if it were directly echoing in his mind.
Lumian was swallowed up by the intense pain, and his mind was almost blurred.
All his veins burned as if they were burning from the inside out.
This situation was more serious than the near-death state caused by his previous deep meditation.
He could only grit his teeth and insist, trying his best to control the chaotic spirit and not let himself completely lose his mind.
In the invasion of the wind and waves, his whole body was in a trance, and he had no way of knowing how long time had passed.
Finally, the terrible pain disappeared, and Lumian seemed to have instantly unloaded thousands of pounds of burden, or emerged from the bottom of the water, and suddenly became relaxed.
He quickly regained his thoughts and looked forward.
The candlelight returned to its original state, but it still showed a silvery, white and black color.
As soon as Lumian regained consciousness, he immediately took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to extinguish the candle that represented him, so as not to cause any accidents.
After that, there is the one that symbolizes the gods.
In the process of ending the ritual step by step according to the process and lifting the spiritual wall, he only felt very tired and his body was very sore, as if he had fought a battle with a monster.
It didn't take long for the dining table to be cleaned, and Lumian began to examine his own state and found that there was a lot of knowledge in his mind.
There are three main parts to this:
Part of it is how to use the combination of dance movements, rhythmic rhythm and one's own spirituality to mobilize the surrounding natural forces and pray to unspecified beings, which is the core knowledge of the "dancer".
Parts II and III are instances of Part 1.
The former was what Lumian wanted to get the most at the moment, that is, the mysterious dance performed by the "noodle man", which was directly instilled in his mind, allowing him to learn it on the spot, but not so skillful.
With this mysterious ritual dance, Lumian can activate the black thorn symbol on his chest as he explores the dream ruins, suppressing or weakening the powerful monsters there.
The third part is another eerie dance, which is not like a sacrifice, but closer to a mixture of sacrifice and calling.
Using it, Lumian can attract something around him, and then use one of its abilities or traits at the cost of blood to attach himself to one of them.
Of course, the premise is that Lumian must be able to withstand this kind of possession, and after some things are attached to humans, it will bring a lot of negative effects, and some people are even unwilling to leave, which will be a big trouble.
So Lumian felt that it was too dangerous to try not to try until he knew enough about the things that were "summoned" and knew what problems would arise.
The importance of occult knowledge is reflected again at this time, Lumian urgently needs things such as "Mystical Creature Encyclopedia" and "Spirit World Creature Illustrated Book", but unfortunately, even "wizards" who are known for their comprehensive knowledge cannot understand so much.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian moved his body and found that his flexibility had indeed been greatly improved.
Although it is not as good as the "Noodle Man", a mutant monster with reorganized organs, it is better than almost all normal humans and can dance that mysterious ritual dance.
Snap, Lumian kicked back, easily touching the back of his head.
He nodded with satisfaction and said to himself silently:
"Yes, many actions that could not be done before can be done, and the 'hunter's' fighting ability has become a lot stronger."
Lumian tried to start the mysterious dance to adapt to his current body and become proficient in the corresponding movements, hoping to shorten the time to finish the dance as much as possible.
Sometimes he is sonorous and powerful, as if he is fighting, and sometimes soft and gentle, as if he is expressing something, but they are all very rhythmic.
Jumping and jumping, Lumian's spirituality began to spread outward, combining with some of the natural forces around him.
Gradually, his thoughts began to focus, his spirit became quiet, and he entered a certain ethereal and wonderful state.
This allowed him to sense all kinds of subtle things around him, as if he had opened his spiritual vision.
At the same time, he also seemed to be connected with the invisible power in his body.
His chest was hot again, and the terrifying voice was faint but not real enough.
Shout...... Lumian stopped dancing, unbuttoned his clothes, and looked at his chest.
The black thorn symbol really appeared again, and the blue-black one was also stressed a little bit.
Lumian's spirit instantly became a little chaotic, but not serious, which perfectly achieved the effect he wanted.
He then began to calculate the specific time from the appearance of the black thorn symbol to its disappearance.
This looks like about a minute.
Buttoning up his clothes, Lumian experimented with another weird dance.
The dance is sometimes crazy, like a madman performing there, sometimes distorted, and indescribable.
During the jump, Lumian's spirituality once again permeated out, combining with certain natural forces around it, "spreading" to farther places.
In the last third of the dance, he suddenly sensed something strange approaching.
Three figures stand out on the glass of the window on the first floor.
They were skinless monsters, shotgun monsters, and mouthpiece monsters with black marks, but their figures were all very blurry and transparent, obviously leaving only some spirituality and obsession.
"Is this a victim complaint conference?" After discovering what was "summoned", Lumian muttered in his heart amusedly.
At this time, as long as he took out the ceremonial silver dagger in the dance, cut a cut in his body, and released a little blood, he could make one of the three figures attach to him, thereby borrowing some of their abilities or characteristics.
Although Lumian was very fond of the "invisibility" of the mouthpiece monster, he didn't know what would happen if the monster he killed attached to him, so he could only forcibly resist his impulse and insist on finishing the weird dance.
When he jumped to the last few movements, he inexplicably heard faint and small sounds.
It was as if many people were communicating somewhere, and he heard it through the wall, not real or clear.
And as Lumian carefully distinguished it, he found that these sounds seemed to come from his body, from the sealed pollution!
At the end of the last action, Lu Mian stood there, confused and muttering to himself:
"What did you hear?"
He was now semi-illiterate in the occult field, and he couldn't think of the source at all, so he could only choose to give up, anyway, it would not be more terrifying than the pollution itself.
When the small voices had completely subsided, Lumian confirmed that the "dancer" had also brought spiritual enhancements after practicing two mystical dances.
Although he is still mostly not as good as those sequences 9 that are known for their spirituality, he has also escaped the shackles of "hunters".
He felt that it should be at the middle and upper reaches.
"The shortcomings have been made up." Lumian was very happy about this.
He didn't think about bearing the power of the "dancer", after encountering the corresponding pollution, what kind of mutations would gradually appear in his body, after all, he couldn't stop it, so it was better not to do it.
Rubbing his tired head, Lumian decided to rest tonight and go back to the real world to squat that owl!
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(End of this chapter)