As soon as Lumian was sure of the situation, he immediately turned around and ran wildly.
The environment here cannot be used, he lacks understanding of what abilities the "blacksmith" monster has, what else can he do without running?
Wait until you escape to the nearest natural trap, and the other party is chasing after you, and then consider a counterattack.
Kick!
Lumian did not walk in a straight line, but ran out of the "S" shape like a snake.
He was worried that the other party would predict his trajectory, throw fireballs or throw long-range weapons.
In the past, Lumian could run in curves, but at certain moments, he needed to significantly reduce his speed and inertia, otherwise either his body could not bear it, or he was likely to fall.
But now it is different, he is extremely flexible, far beyond normal humans, and his muscles and ligaments are quite easy to pull his body and turn it in a small half circle, and the curvature is quite silky.
Relying on this hand, he felt that as long as the "blacksmith" monster did not have special abilities, he should be able to successfully leave the "city wall" area and enter the ruins of the building only seven or eight meters away.
Suddenly, his heart tightened, and he had a strong premonition of danger.
Without much consideration and analysis, Lumian fell forward with the momentum of running.
With a stabbing sound, he felt a pain in his back, and was cut by the evil silver-black short knife, and bright red blood flowed out.
The "blacksmith" monster chased after Lumian in just one step and swung the weapon in his hand.
It seems to have condensed the distance of more than a dozen steps into one step!
Lumian endured the pain, rolled around twice, and finally touched the edge of a half-collapsed building.
He propped up his hands, swished in, and ran out of the back door under the cover of the walls and furniture inside.
Back in this area, he was like a tiger in the mountains, trout into the river, and skillfully weaving through the ruins of buildings, sometimes bypassing and sometimes going straight.
In about ten seconds, he came to a natural trap that he had observed before, hid his body behind the roof that slid to the ground, and waited for the "blacksmith" monster to come.
He didn't try to dance that ritual dance because he felt that it should be too late, and the other party obviously had some kind of unique chasing ability.
Time passed minute by minute, and Lumian neither saw the figure of the "blacksmith" monster, nor did he hear any sound approaching, let alone notice any inconspicuous footprints around him.
"Didn't you chase me?" Lumian couldn't help but frown.
He was both glad and felt that this situation was a bit strange.
After thinking for a while, he guessed that the "blacksmith" monster could not leave the "city wall" area, so as soon as he entered the ruins of the building, the other party gave up chasing.
Considering that he had already suffered two traumas just now and became exhausted himself, Lumian decided not to explore anymore.
He relied on his terrifying flexibility to deal with the wounds on his back, and walked along the path he had come from to the edge of the ruins.
After walking for a long time, he looked at the collapsed buildings around him that were quite familiar, and suddenly felt something was wrong:
"It's over, it's time for dinner, the dream ruins are not particularly big, they are in a straight line, under the circumstances, why haven't I gone out yet?"
The more Lumian thought about it, the more wrong it became, and he even found that his thoughts were starting to dull and intermittent, as if he was in extreme exhaustion or about to fall asleep.
He quickly gathered his spirits, relying on the ability of the "hunter" to discern the road, hoping to get out of the ruins as soon as possible.
However, during the process, he was in an uncontrollable trance from time to time, so much so that he didn't know what he was doing in the end.
I don't know how long it took, but Lumian's eyes suddenly reflected a swaying orange fire.
He returned to the "Wall" area and returned to the outside of the room where the "Blacksmith" monster was.
"Not good......
"I am, influenced by it?
"No wonder it, no, chasing ......
"It seems that you can't force it, you can't leave, you can only find a way to ...... from that, the monster."
Lumian's thoughts became more and more dull and sluggish.
He approached the room uncontrollably while dancing a mysterious ritual dance with difficulty.
Since he wants to deal with the "blacksmith" monster, his biggest reliance is the black thorn symbol on his chest, which must be activated quickly!
In the sonorous but intermittent movement, Lumian saw the door of the room with orange flames opened, and the monster wearing a black robe and holding a silver-black dagger and hammer appeared at the door.
Unlike before, the traces of decay on its face disappeared a lot, and a lot of fresh flesh and blood grew from the wounds everywhere.
Its eyes also became smart, and it looked at Lumian with unconcealable greed and a smile.
This makes "it" look more like a person than a living corpse.
At the same time, Lumian saw himself reflected in the glass window:
His face was blue and white, his eyes were dull, and some of his skin showed signs of decay.
He is more like a living corpse than a human being.
In an instant, Lumian had an understanding:
"I will, replace, the 'monster', it will, as a human being, go out ......"
Lumian, who didn't know what ability he was affected by or when he encountered the anomaly, had only one thought left, that is, after dancing the ritual dance, the black thorn symbol on his chest was half-activated, and finally fight.
He slowly but firmly took steps to dance, but the "blacksmith" monster did not take the opportunity to attack, as if patiently waiting for the final outcome, fearing that additional actions would affect the change of his fate.
Inch by inch, dancing step by step, Lumian's vision became more and more blurred, only to know that the smile of the "blacksmith" monster was getting stronger and stronger, and the whole thing was becoming more and more human-like.
After walking a long distance, Lumian "buzzed" in his mind.
He heard a terrifying sound that seemed to come from infinity and seemed to be close at hand.
This was not clear enough, very illusory, but it only caused a certain confusion in his spirit and did not bring about a near-death experience.
It was in such chaos that Lumian's thoughts suddenly became clear, and his vision returned to normal.
He felt a burning in his chest, knowing that the black thorn symbol was half-excited.
Almost at the same time, he saw the smile on the "blacksmith" monster's face stiffen.
One after another, sarcomas stood out on the monster's face, the top of his head, and the back of his hands, all with a silver-white background and a hint of black.
The evil dagger in its hand buzzed and vibrated, as if it was trembling violently.
Syllable!
In the crisp sound of the metal, a deep crack appeared on the surface of the silver-black short knife engraved with evil patterns.
The "Blacksmith" monster then collapsed, turning into silver-white banded black sarcoma and twisted worms crawling on black robes.
The worms and sarcomas quickly stopped expanding and contracting, returning to pieces of gray flesh and blood.
Lumian looked at this scene in a daze, feeling a psychedelic feeling that when he was caught by the enemy and had no ability to resist, the enemy suddenly committed suicide.
After more than ten seconds, he said to the pieces of flesh and blood amusement and doubts:
"You brought me here just to let me do a farewell ceremony for your body?
"You said it earlier, don't be so troublesome, I will definitely support you and applaud!"
He took a few steps to the flesh and blood that the "blacksmith" monster had disintegrated, and began to examine it seriously.
He didn't notice anything else, only noticed that the silver-black short knife that was slightly cracked was still trembling slightly, like a small animal that had encountered a natural enemy and was injured.
Lumi moved with peace of mind, looked down at his left chest, as if he saw the black thorn symbol through his clothes.
He had some understanding, stretched out his right hand directly, and grabbed the silver-black short knife.
The evil dagger trembled even more, but there was no sign of struggle or resistance, and it was very "docile".
As soon as he held the short knife, the burning heat in Lumian's chest became more obvious.
He felt a little bit leaking out, resonating with the silver-black short knife.
In the sound of "buzzing" metal vibrations, Lumian had some more knowledge in his mind, about the evil dagger in his hand:
This is an extraordinary weapon that has been heavily contaminated to gain power and develop some living characteristics.
In other words, Lumian did not encounter the "blacksmith" monster, but this evil dagger, and the "blacksmith" monster belonged to its puppet, or "knife-bearer".
It can make most of the creatures that directly touch it with flesh and blood gradually become living corpses, completely losing themselves, always holding on to it, and doing things according to its will.
And those who are scratched by it and bleed will be hunted by it by using the exchange method to take away a little fate.
In the process of exchanging those fates, you can no longer cause any damage to the target.
Just now, it exchanged the fate of the "blacksmith" monster becoming a puppet for Lumian's fate to escape the wilderness as a human.
If there is nothing to exchange, the target needs to be completely killed in order to strip a part of his fate from him and store it in the knife.
This ability comes from sequence 5 corresponding to "Dancer", "Life Hunter"!
Therefore, after the pollution in Lumian's body was semi-stimulated, it resonated with this evil short knife through the touch of flesh and blood, and some knowledge was infiltrated with it.
If this is not the case, he can only ask someone to use divination, pattern recognition and other methods to identify the ability and characteristics of this silver-black short knife, or rely on his own experiments to collect information.
After combing through the extra knowledge in his mind, Lumian looked at the evil dagger that was still trembling in his hand, and said with a smile:
"I actually don't mind if you take away part of my fate, but you have to bear it!
"If you can exchange my fate trapped in the time loop, I will kneel down and kowtow to you three times without any problem.
"Tsk, hunting for any fate will only harm you!"
The silver-black short knife just trembled and didn't dare to respond.
Lumian now understands why "it" is so well-behaved:
One was the suppression of the person in the half-excited state of the black thorn symbol, and the other was that the encounter just now left a psychological shadow on this extraordinary weapon with living characteristics.
Exhaling, Lumian said to this evil short knife:
"From today onwards, it will be called 'Life Hunting Knife', how about it, it's simple and clear, right?"
The silver-black short knife shook up and down twice, as if nodding.
"It's a pity, you are just an extraordinary weapon, the power will gradually pass, it could have been used for two years, but this time after the eyes were severely damaged, it could only last for half a year." Lumian said with a little regret.
In fact, he could use the ritual to extract power from the pollution in his body to replenish the "Hunting Knife", but only if he could find someone to fix the crack.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lumian felt the burning heat in his chest disappearing quickly.
The minute was up.
Without thinking about it, he immediately threw the "Hunting Knife" out, as if it were a piece of red-hot charcoal.
ps: The third update asks for a monthly pass~ Well, this wave of additional changes ends here, there should be another wave this month, it is difficult to say when it will be, it depends on the progress of the plot.
(End of this chapter)