Chapter 87 Short Knife (Second Update Asking for a Monthly Pass)
According to the performance of the flame monster and the three-faced monster facing itself, Lumian divided the monsters in the dream ruins into three levels:
The lowest ones only have instinct, and when they see him, they will try to attack, and when he stimulates or semi-stimulates the black thorn symbol on his chest, they all choose to surrender completely and let it be slaughtered;
The higher grade, before he half-activates the black thorn symbol, will also hunt him, and when he finishes dancing the ritual dance, he will choose to run away very spiritually, but beyond the range of five meters, they will not be able to sense the existence of the black thorn symbol, the flame monster just now should have only remained fear, and equated the polluted aura from the seal with Lumian, so it will keep avoiding;
To a certain extent, Lumian does not need to activate or semi-excite the black thorn symbol on his chest, nor does he need to be within five meters of the distance between the two sides to directly perceive his "specialness" and show obvious fear.
Are there any other levels besides these three, Lumian thinks there should be, at least one, as many as three, for example, the kind that is not afraid to run away on the spot in the face of the semi-stimulated black thorn symbol, and continues to attack despite a large weakening, for example, the one whose personality is so high that it will not react to the black thorn symbol......
Therefore, on the one hand, Lumian was happy that he could scare away the three-faced monster and seemed to be able to walk sideways in the ruins of the dream realm, but on the other hand, he did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
Not to mention that there may be horror things that are higher than the three-faced monster, it is only a flame monster, relying on its powerful long-range attack ability, it can also be completely unaffected by the semi-stimulated black thorn symbol, burning him into a charred corpse.
With this judgment, Lumian hesitated for a moment, and dived into the depths of the dream ruins along the route where the three-faced monster escaped, planning to touch the state of the blood-colored "mountain peak" and the area around it today, and do a good job of collecting information in the early stage for the subsequent unlocking of the secrets of the dream.
On the way, he kept walking in relatively hidden and less easily detectable places, on the lookout for monsters that might suddenly jump out.
I don't know if it was because the three-faced monster had just passed by, and the rest of the monsters were so frightened that they left their original positions, Lumian didn't see a single "figure", and successfully passed through the collapsed buildings and gray gravel everywhere, and arrived at the foot of the blood-colored "mountain".
There is also a circle of ruins here, but unlike the layers outside, the buildings themselves have not collapsed, but have completed a twisted reorganization as if they had their own life, and they are connected to each other, as if they have built a strange wall made of "thorns".
The "city wall" is dyed a pale, grayish black, and the windows and doors belonging to the original building are messyly embedded on its surface, some are open, and you can see the broken tables and chairs inside, and some are closed, as if they can no longer be pulled.
Lumian glanced and looked up at the blood-colored "mountain peak" behind the "city wall".
At this distance, even though the fog at high altitude was still thick and the light deep into this world was quite thin, he could see all the details of the "mountain peak" clearly.
It is made of stones and soil stacked, no more than thirty meters high, but it gives people the feeling of towering into the sky, the color of its surface is very unnatural, whether it is the brownish-red of the stones or the reddish-brown of the soil, it seems to be dyed from behind, quite evil.
"According to Aurore's novels and those supernatural magazines, this may be the ...... of human blood stained red," Lumian muttered to himself silently, his gaze rising higher and higher, and he threw it to the place where the top of the "mountain" was obscured by thick fog.
At this moment, it was like an invisible wind blowing through the air, causing the fog there to dissipate a lot.
The top of the "mountain peak" suddenly clearly reflected Lumian's eyes.
There sat cross-legged a "giant" who should be four or five meters tall.
"He" was naked, with three heads on his neck, one facing the left, anger, greed, hatred and other emotions were overflowing, very evil, one was facing forward, his expression was distorted, full of pain and remorse, and the other was looking to the right, with a holy face and mercy in his eyes.
This "giant" has a total of six arms, stretched out in the air at different angles to both sides, and "he" is all over his body, including the three heads, all made of pieces of flesh and blood, and organ fragments, cracks can be seen everywhere, and yellow pus flows everywhere, especially the head facing Lumian, and there are transparent blood-colored tears slipping down from the corners of his eyes.
As soon as he saw this "giant", Lumian's mind instantly "buzzed", and he heard the terrifying sound that seemed to come from infinity and was close in front of his eyes.
His head was as if someone had been directly split open with an axe, and the severe pain occupied all his thoughts, depriving him of all thoughts.
On the surface of his body, the blood vessels, thick or thin, were prominent, so red that they were about to ignite.
When Lumian "woke up" from his dying state, he found himself curled up on the ground, rolling back and forth, as if it weren't enough to resolve the pain in his body.
His vision was blurred, stained with blood, and everything he saw was foggy.
In this state, Lumian felt that even a skinless monster could easily kill him, but it might be that the black thorn symbol was fully stimulated, and no "people" dared to enter this area.
The "giant" at the top of the bloody "mountain" didn't know if he couldn't leave, or if he was also affected by the black thorn symbol and didn't attack Lumian, who was almost out of control.
After a while, Lumian got up and saw that the linen shirt under his dark jacket was stained with blood and sweat.
"What is that?" The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
Just by looking at it like this, his black thorn symbol was fully stimulated, and his whole person was close to losing control, even more dangerous than when he gained the power of "dancer".
He didn't even dare to recall the appearance of the "giant" now, so he could only make certain inferences based on his impressions:
"An advanced version of the three-faced monster?
"With strong pollution?
"Sure enough, Aurore is right, you can't look at things you shouldn't see......
"It sits on the blood-colored 'mountain', which is the center of the entire dream ruins...... Does this mean it's part of the dream's secret?
「……」
In the blink of an eye, Lumian suppressed the urge to raise his head and look at the top of the "mountain peak" again.
If you look at it again, you will really die!
He decided to evacuate first, return to reality to recuperate, and explore again at night.
Turning around, Lumian was about to leave along the way he came, when he suddenly heard "Dang! Pawn! Dang!" voice.
"What's the situation?" He was curious and planned to sneak over to take a look.
Of course, he was not so eager and reckless, and found a half-collapsed building hidden on the opposite side of the "city wall", waiting for his spirituality to recover.
After a while, Lumian danced the mysterious ritual dance again.
He seemed to have incarnated as the priest of the hidden presence, delighting Him with a dance that could harness the forces of nature around him.
When the burning sensation in his chest appeared, Lumian stopped and dived into the occasional "dangdang" sound.
After half a circle around the blood-colored "mountain peak" and the twisted "city wall", and after dancing again, he saw a flash of fire.
Behind a brown mahogany door that was half-open above the "city wall", a swaying orange fire came out.
"Dang! Pawn! Dang!"
The figure in the room was reflected on the surface of the glass window diagonally above, shaped like a human, but it was dragged a little slender by the light.
At this time, the "figure" was holding a hammer-shaped object high and smashing it violently.
"Dang!"
There was another crisp metal collision sound.
"Blacksmith? Are there blacksmiths in the ruins of the dream?" Lumian makes guesses based on the knowledge he has at his disposal.
Relying on the fact that the black thorn symbol on his chest had not disappeared, he hunched over, ran to the glass window, turned his body, and cast his gaze in.
Although Lumian's eyes have not fully recovered and his vision is still a little unclear, he can barely distinguish the scene in this room on the "city wall":
There were broken tables, chairs and furniture everywhere, and in the middle was a stove without the upper half, and a fire was lit in the stove, and a patchwork iron plate was set up.
There was a silver-black short knife on the iron plate, it was slightly twice as long as a normal dagger, and the surface was covered with layers of strange patterns.
"Dang!"
The "figure" holding the hammer is like a skilled blacksmith, constantly tapping on the short knife.
"He" was wearing a black robe, and Lumian's face was full of traces of decay, and in some places even the bones inside were exposed.
Another monster? Is it still something that humans do? That short knife is unusual, a bit evil, I don't know if it's a seal or an extraordinary weapon? One thought after another flashed through Lumian's mind.
He and the rotten "blacksmith" were less than three meters away in a straight line, but the other party didn't seem to sense the black thorn symbol on his chest, and kept beating the short knife "silently".
Considering that the black thorn symbol was about to disappear, Lumian retracted and tiptoed away from the windowside area.
As soon as he took a few steps, the burning sensation in his chest disappeared.
The next second, there was a squeaking sound behind him.
Lumian hurriedly turned around and saw that the brown-red wooden door was fully opened.
The "blacksmith" in a black robe appeared there, with four or five rotten wounds on his face where bones could be seen, and his left eyeball slid out halfway, as if hanging on his eye socket, and the whole thing looked like a corpse that had been dead for some time.
"He" was holding a hammer in his right hand and the silver-black short knife in his left hand, and Lumian's figure was reflected in his two blank eyes at the same time.
"Zhen!"
Lumian couldn't help but curse angrily.
He instantly understood what was going on:
The "blacksmith" monster was obviously affected by the black thorn symbol just now, so it kept "quietly" beating the evil dagger, pretending to be indifferent.
When the black thorn symbol disappeared, "he" immediately took up a weapon and came out to hunt himself.
What a treacherous person!
ps: The second time I asked for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)