Lumian sat on the ground, panting, struggling to move a finger.
He quietly watched the clusters of crimson fires on the ground around him swaying in the wind, gradually turning from fiery to dim until they went out.
During this process, Lumian just leaned forward and picked up the "Fallen Mercury" with his left hand, still holding the iron-black axe in his right hand in case of possible accidents.
He was not distracted and was extremely vigilant.
Of course, he couldn't help but secretly pray to the "Eternal Sun" to the great being whose name he didn't know, hoping that they could protect him from any accidents in the future.
After all, with his current state, not to mention that the flame monster did not die completely, but suddenly resurrected, just an ordinary enemy similar to a skinless monster would most likely be able to solve him.
Time passed minute by minute, Lumian's spirituality and physical strength slowly recovered a little, but the injuries on his body became more serious, so that his spirit occasionally appeared in a trance and could not concentrate all the time:
"'Hunters' must not only be careful, cautious, calm, patient, know how to use the environment and give full play to their advantages, but also have courage.
"The courage to face unexpected situations, the courage to never give up when there is a great crisis, the courage to make up your mind when there is no way out, and the courage to seek a way out of death ......"
These thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, and while he couldn't help but be distracted, he suddenly felt that the "hunter" magic medicine in his body had been completely digested:
It was like a barrier that was completely broken, like a little bit of Mars combined with every part of the body.
Most of Lumian's remaining signs of loss of control disappeared, and his condition instantly improved a lot.
He slowly got up and said with silent emotion:
"I did digest ......"
This meant that he was ready to take the next potion.
Lumian, who was holding a silver-black dagger with a strap wrapped around his left hand, looked around, staring at the corpse of the flame monster from time to time, patiently waiting for the extraordinary characteristics to prevail.
Unlike the shotgun monster that quickly changed accordingly, Lumian waited for half an hour this time, waiting for him to wonder if the flame monster was not dead, and wondered if he wanted to make up for a few more blows.
Finally, when he was about to faint due to his more and more serious injuries, a little bit of crimson spark-like light flew out of the monster's body.
They were like a large group of fireflies, tightly surrounding the corpse, and then slowly shrinking inward, condensing into a crimson object similar to a heart.
The "heart" slowly expanded and contracted, and the surface was covered with dense small holes, each of which had faint invisible flames spraying outward.
"This is the main material of the 'Arsonist' magic potion?" Lumian whispered as he leaned down to pick up the thing.
The burning sensation came from his palm to his mind, making him subconsciously want to lose that "heart" and get rid of the corresponding pain.
Fortunately, Lumian had been burned by the flame monster before, and the skin on his body was paralyzed in many places, and he could barely withstand this not serious injury.
He tried to wrap the "heart" in a strip of cloth, but the strip gradually burned and turned to ashes.
Lumian thought for a moment, placed the extraordinary material on the ground, wrapped the "Fallen Mercury" in the remaining strips of black cloth, and inserted it back into his waist.
Then, he opened the cloth bag containing the lead bullets, took out the few things left inside, and put them in his pocket.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian dug up the dirt around him and filled them into a cloth bag.
After the clay was filled with a small half cloth bag, he picked up the "heart" with a faint flame and threw it in.
This was not the end, Lumian continued to stuff the bag with dirt until the front, back, left, right, and top of the "heart" were filled with this non-flammable brown material, layer after layer.
He then exhaled, carrying a cloth bag to the edge of the ruins, thinking about a question he had just discovered:
"I only have sequence 9, and this is the main material corresponding to sequence 7 'Arsonist', I can't just upgrade sequence 7, right?
"This will get out of control!
"I originally thought that the Flame Monster would split into one 'Arsonist' Extraordinary Trait, one 'Provocateur' Extraordinary Trait, and one 'Hunter' Extraordinary Trait, but it turned out to be a mixture of ......"
Lumian, who didn't know what to do, staggered back slightly.
Along the way, he was extremely lucky that he didn't encounter a monster, otherwise in his current state, things would be quite troublesome and tricky, the only thing he expected before was to rely on his strong observation ability and sensitive senses to detect danger in advance, and be good at hiding and avoiding.
I don't know how long it took, Lumian left the ruins of this dreamland, walked through the wilderness without weeds, and returned to his half-grounded two-story building.
He climbed up to the second floor with difficulty, took off the "fallen mercury", the cloth bag containing the main material of the "arsonist", and the iron-black axe one by one, either put it on the bedside table or threw it on the ground, and then walked to the full-length mirror embedded in the surface of the wardrobe.
Lumian saw that his face in the mirror was unusually pale, with many traces left by flames, and there were silvery-black patches on his body that seemed to be absent.
In his blue eyes, the illusory silver and white faintly stood out, entangled with himself, dyed black.
This is an external manifestation of being seriously injured and almost out of control.
If it weren't for the strong "home advantage" in this dream ruin, if it weren't for the "Fallen Mercury" and the ability to "stealth", Lumian would have almost no hope of hunting the flame monster.
He chewed on jerky and cheese, fighting the intense hunger left by his possession, and lay down on the bed.
He urgently needed to return to reality and rest for a while to help his body heal quickly.
…………
The light filtered through the curtains and into the bedroom, outlining Aurora's desk with many references, reading notes, and stacks of manuscripts, outlining a wardrobe full of skirts and a delicate full-length mirror next to it.
As soon as Lumian opened his eyes, he saw his sister's light blue eyes.
Aurore watched him wake up and asked with concern:
"How is it, is it okay?"
She knew that her brother was going to the Dream Ruins to hunt flame monsters this time.
"Succeeded." Lumian groped and sat up, only to feel that his head was empty, his skin tingled, and his bones seemed to be about to break.
But compared to the severe pain in the dream that made him die, it was nothing at all.
He lowered his head to check his body and found that his skin was red and swollen in many places, like allergies.
"That's good......" Aurore breathed a sigh of relief, "You kicked me awake almost an hour ago with convulsions all over your body, moving your hands and feet."
Lumian laughed at himself:
"It was really dangerous at that time, and I almost lost control."
"I was hesitant to wake you up directly, but you quickly calmed down and behaved less intimidatingly." Aurore said with great gratitude.
Lu Mi'an's head moved:
"And you just kept looking at me like this?"
"Yes." Aurore nodded calmly, "If something happens, I have to wake you up quickly and let you return to reality and not die in a dream."
Lumian suddenly felt that the difficulties, pain, struggles, and fear of almost dying in the dream were all washed away and drowned out by the warm current that emerged from the bottom of his heart at this moment.
He asked subconsciously:
"You weren't actually kicked awake by me, but you haven't slept all along, have you?"
Aurore smiled and said:
"I originally planned to do so, but I thought you squatted on that monster and didn't know how long it would take, and I just finished my night shift.
"So, I finally decided to put my hands on you while taking the time to sleep for a while.
"In this way, whenever you have any movement, I can sense it and wake up quickly, hehe, I was indeed kicked by you!"
As she spoke, she pointed to her right calf, where there was a visible bruise.
Without giving Lumian a chance to respond, she asked instead:
"Let's talk about the specific process."
Lumian suppressed his voice and told him how he set up traps, how he ambushed in the middle of the road, how his clothes were set on fire, how he could not be invisible, and had to flee into the basement, relying on meditation to fully stimulate the black thorn symbol.
Aurore listened attentively, showing a worried expression at his brother's dangerous situation from time to time, and at first glance he was the kind of person who was particularly easy to substitute when reading novels.
At the end of the conversation, Lumian posed a question:
"How to separate the 'provocateur' from the extraordinary characteristics of the 'arsonist'?"
Moreover, he still didn't know where to go to get the magic potion formula.
Aurore pondered for a few seconds and said:
"I don't know how to separate it, I've just heard someone mention that in a similar situation, you may have to ask for help from a high-ranking extraordinary person."
"Demigod?" Lumian guessed.
He now knows only three people, perhaps in sequence 4:
The mysterious lady, Madame Puaris, and the one lying in the coffin in the burial chamber.
Aurore nodded:
"It should, actually, you don't have to worry, I suspect that the mysterious lady will come to you soon to provide some help, she always appears at the key nodes of your growth, and this time should be no exception, after all, the cycle has not been lifted, and the secret of the dream ruins has not been solved."
"Go find her in the old tavern?" Lumian frowned.
Their agreement with Ryan and the others was to try not to go out.
Aurore "uh":
"Wait a moment, she might come to visit directly."
Speaking of this, Aurore sighed and said:
"For normal and extraordinary people, the magic medicine formula is not a big problem, but you are different, your body is sealed with pollution, and the slightest problem may get out of control, you still need a complete and correct 'provocateur' magic medicine formula."
"Why don't normal and extraordinary people need magic medicine formulas?" Lumian was a little surprised.
Aurore explained:
"It's not that you don't need it, but if you are below sequence 7, you can be promoted by forcibly taking the main material."
"Won't this get out of control?" Lumian asked in astonishment.
Aurore said "hmm":
"In previous years, there was a high probability that this would get out of control, but in recent years, the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 can indeed be used directly, but they are about twenty or thirty percent more dangerous than blending into magic potions.
"Well, this is the conclusion of the investigation made by our captain 'Gandalf'."
Why? Lumian was about to ask this question when familiar singing came from outside the house.
The siblings immediately looked at each other, and their expressions became solemn.
Lent has begun, and the "spring elves" have paraded here.
ps: Ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)