Plop, plop!
Lumian's ears sounded like his own heartbeat, and it seemed that some pictures were being dragged out slowly and with difficulty in the depths of his memory.
This caused him to have a kind of pain that his head was about to crack, and he resisted extremely and did not want to continue.
Outside the stained glass, seeing that the ritual had begun, Ryan no longer hesitated, threw the "Tanago Scarecrow" to Lia, signaling her to use the seal against the parish priest, and he himself raised the "Sword of Dawn".
Under the golden flames, Leah and Valentine went around to the other side of the stained glass, separated from Lane by only a semi-protruding cylindrical wall.
They were trying to avoid the damage caused by the "Storm of Light" and not affect their actions, and with the "defensive ability" shown by this Holy Sith Church just now, they thought that there should be no problem if there was a certain barrier between the two sides, after all, Ryan would also try his best to control the direction of the attack.
Leah held the "Tanago Scarecrow" from her back, pasted it on the stained glass depicting the missionary scene of the Holy Sith, and aimed her eyes in the direction of the altar, at the parish priest Guillaume Bene, who was presiding over the ceremony. Bene.
On the other side, Ryan held the handle in both hands and inserted the "Sword of Dawn" on the windowsill.
This two-handed greatsword, which was purely made of light condensation, suddenly split apart and turned into a hurricane in the form of countless sharp fragments and patches of light.
The "hurricane" instantly grew larger and hit the stained glass in front of it.
In the clicking sound, the entire church shook to a certain extent, and the glass surface cracked one after another, like countless spider webs.
However, it still stands strong there, not "getting out of the way".
Seeing this, Lane made a little bit of morning light appear around him, condensing into a giant axe that needed to be held in both hands.
He could no longer use "Storm of Light" for a short period of time, so he could only change to another weapon.
Leah and Valentine successfully avoided the aftermath of the "Storm of Light" with the help of the protruding wall, and at this time, the eyes of the "Tanago Scarecrow" also fell on the priest of the parish, and the eyes embedded in the surface of the brown-green straw reflected the figure in the white robe inlaid with gold thread.
Suddenly, Leah saw Guillaume. A layer of shimmer appeared around the altar where Bene was standing, silver white with black shimmer.
With a snap, the eyes of the "Tanago Scarecrow" burst open, shedding drops of blood-colored tears.
The priest looked over here and retracted his gaze.
When two sheep walked into the altar "on their own", he recited the next mantra with a calm expression and fanaticism:
"You are eternal reincarnation, destiny, cause, result, and process!"
Suddenly, the two candles representing the gods on the altar suddenly elongated and became the size of a human head.
Inside the church, the sound of whining wind rose, and the villagers seemed to have turned into statues, but the faces, backs of their hands, and other exposed places were faintly protruding with silvery, white and black sarcomas slowly protruding, one after another.
The silver-black glimmer that was originally just around the altar spread rapidly in all directions, including the entire church.
The spherical vault full of frescoes then became transparent, the stratus clouds in the sky dispersed, and the scarlet moon became deeper and deeper, close to blood.
The stars on the black velvet curtain were no longer obscured, and they lit up one after another, reaching a luminosity close to the sun.
Suddenly, night turned into day, and the villagers finally made a move and said dreamily:
"The constellation has changed......"
"Good luck is coming......"
Three plops, nothing was heard, but Ryan, Leah, and Valentine, who witnessed the scene, fell to the ground at the same time, rolling, wailing, and screaming, as if they were in great pain.
Ryan's skin turned gray and blue, and it seemed as if there were countless maggots wriggling on Lia's face, and the flesh sprouts were about to grow, and Valentine lit up like the sun, from the inside out, from top to bottom.
They were just close to getting out of control.
The "Tanago Scarecrow" was thrown aside and lay there trembling violently.
Lumian felt his chest become extremely hot, and the terrifying sound that seemed to come from infinity and close to him sounded in his ears.
His head was inserted into the invisible steel bells and stirred, causing so much pain that the blood vessels on his body were bulging, and silver-white and black round spots loomed under his skin.
An invisible force enveloped him and lifted him up from the altar.
The ropes that bound him and the cloth that stuffed his mouth turned into dust and floated into the air.
Aurore was also lifted up by this invisible force, floating above the altar, facing Lumian.
Lumian's bloodshot eyes reflected his sister's long golden hair, empty light blue eyes, holy and dull face, and simple but eerie white robes.
He tilted his head back suddenly, only to feel the familiarity and sense of déjà vu from the depths of his memory once again, and the pain attached to it was no weaker than those whispers.
The surrounding pictures were "cut" and overlapped, and appeared in Lumian's mind at the same time:
there is the solemn and enthusiastic expression of the priest of the parish;
There was a figure of a man in black robes walking towards the altar step by step;
There was the shepherd Pierre. Berry crawls to the ground;
There is a transparent church dome;
There are red moons and constellations high in the sky;
the villagers who greet good luck with dull expressions;
Aurore, whose face was slightly distorted, seemed to feel the pain......
Lumian's spirit began to be in a trance, only to feel that his body was being torn apart by the invisible force little by little, and the silver-black color on his body surface appeared more and more.
And he was completely unable to get rid of his current shackles and made it difficult to make effective resistance.
"Ah!"
Lumian couldn't help but let out a scream, his chest was being opened little by little, and a silvery-white and black light was cast out and fell on Aurore.
Hearing this painful voice, Auror's eyes rolled slightly.
Her empty eyes reflected Lumian's face with bulging veins, distorted expressions, and silver darkness.
After a brief pause, she instinctively and dumbly stretched out her hands and pushed Lumian hard, pushing him out of danger.
Elder sister...... Lumian watched in amazement as Aurore pushed himself out of the altar range.
Suddenly, the terrifying sound in his ears disappeared, the invisible restraints on his body disappeared, and the burning sensation all over his body weakened.
But the pain in his head did not change at all, and the pictures in the depths of his memory were forcibly dragged out.
It's like someone pulling his brain out of his head little by little with a hook.
Aurore's silver-black light blue eyes, empty and godless gaze, dull face, and the firm and powerful movement of pushing himself away flashed in Lumian's mind at the same time, almost the same as what he had just seen, but the background was slightly different, and the man in black robe did not exist.
This exaggerated sense of déjà vu made Lumian instinctively wonder if something similar had happened, which made him scream in pain again.
Bang! Coming away from the altar, he fell hard to the ground.
Regardless of the severe pain in his head and his mental trance, Lumian jumped up suddenly, about to pounce on his sister and take Aurore away from the altar.
A figure blocked his path, and the man in the black robe who was holding his face punched him on the right side of his face, knocking him to the ground.
Lumian was not desperate, and with the courage to pursue a way to survive to death, he turned over and stood up again, rushing towards the black-robed man standing in front of him.
Syllable!
The man in the black robe swung another punch, and Lumian instinctively dodged over.
He was stunned for a second, then a distorted smile appeared on his face, and he roared loudly:
"Are you so weak?
"As weak as me!"
Lumian forgot the parish priest, forgot the shepherd Pierre. Berry, directly pounced on the man in the black robe.
The man in the black robe turned sideways, raised his right foot, and tripped towards Lumian's calf with a kick, but Lumian did not dodge, relying on the terrifying flexibility of the "dancer", forcibly turned his body halfway, stretched out his arms, and hugged the enemy.
Plop! He tripped and fell to the ground with the man in black robes.
The black-robed man quickly raised his right hand, pinched Lumian's neck, and his knees followed up, slamming into the enemy's crotch.
Lumian did not dodge or dodge, his eyes were red, and he dug into the other person's eyes with the five fingers of his right hand.
"Ah!"
The man in the black robe screamed, his two eyes were forcibly buckled out by Lumian, blood flowing everywhere, and Lumian instinctively curled up into a ball - the pain in his lower body made him almost faint.
He struggled and raised his body again, smiling fiercely at the black-robed man who was rolling in place:
"Come on! Let's die together!
"You coward! Coward!"
He pounced on him again and wrapped his arms around the other person's neck.
At this time, Pierre. Berry struggled to get up, took his axe, and ran to Lumian's side.
Syllable!
His axe slashed heavily, but was blocked by a faint gray mist that permeated at some point, failing to hurt Lumian.
Pierre. Berry even changed two abilities, but he couldn't break through the protection of the gray mist.
The parish priest Guillaume. Seeing this, Bene no longer hesitated and read the following prayers:
"I pray to you.
"I pray for your gifts,
"I pray that you will grant me ......"
Before he finished reading, there were new changes around him:
The constellations in the sky moved little by little, changing their original positions.
The entire village of Kordu shook violently, and every inch of dirt in every house was moving closer to the church.
Those villagers silently disintegrated into one organ after another, with eyeballs, mouths, noses, hearts, fingers, and simple flesh and blood......
Very few of these things reorganize themselves into different people, some are normal, some are messy, some have fewer parts, and some have more things.
Most of the rest flew to the altar, to Aurore.
Cracks appeared on Aurore's body, which quickly disintegrated into countless flesh and blood.
Seeing this scene, Lumian was completely desperate.
But he didn't give up, held the head of the man in the black robe, twisted it hard, and broke his neck in the other party's frightened eyes.
Lumian stood up and ran eagerly to his sister.
But there was an invisible shield around Aurore, stopping him.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound from the ground, the church began to rise, and the trees, dirt, and boulders outside the village, as well as the houses, furniture, and debris in the village, all flew towards this side.
Most of the villagers' organs entered the altar, merged with Aurore's flesh and blood, twisted and wriggled into a giant.
The giant was four or five meters tall, with three heads and six arms, and his whole body was made of pieces of flesh and blood, and the body surface was full of cracks, flowing yellow pus.
The head in the middle of the giant, full of pain and remorse, looked at Lumian with difficulty.
The corners of "his" eyes slowly slipped down drops of transparent blood-colored tears.
Seeing this scene, Lumian's mind suddenly buzzed, and his whole person seemed to be split in half vertically by an axe.
His gaze began to shake, "seeing" the church disintegrating into pieces, "seeing" the blood-colored "mountain peak" gradually rising, "seeing" the thorny "city wall" twisted by houses, "seeing" the circle after circle of ruins surrounding the "mountain", and "seeing" the various monsters that had to leave the area......
This...... Lumian's head hurt violently again.
While watching countless tiny rays of light flying out of the giant and the surrounding monsters falling into his chest, he found that the pictures in the depths of his memory had been completely dragged out, almost exactly the same as what he saw now.
This is ...... Lumian suddenly had a guess, and his headache became even worse.
Suddenly, everything in front of him became extremely illusory, and there were obvious cracks, like broken glass.
This is! Lumian finally remembered something.
Then, he saw the black-robed man turn into a pitch-black and filthy liquid fly in front of him and flow into his left chest.
"Ah!"
Lumian let out a scream of pain, seeing all the scenes around him completely collapse.
He opened his eyes abruptly and found himself lying under the blood-colored "mountain peak", the "gloom" that seemed to be the arrival of night almost completely faded.
Lumian subconsciously turned over and sat up, leaned forward, supported the ground with his hands, and looked around.
He saw the twisted thorny "wall", the wasteland without a single weed, the "dream ruins" on the other side, and Ryan and Valentine lying on the edge of a room not far away.
They were sleeping soundly.
Lumian buried his head in a hurry, raised his hands, grabbed his hair, and whispered in pain:
"Reality is a dream, and a dream is reality?
"This is the present, and now is the past?
"Auror, can't Aurore be saved?"
"Yes." A female voice sounded in the ruins.
Lumian looked up blankly, and his vision blurred to see the mysterious lady appearing in front of him.
She was wearing the first set of orange dresses and walked over step by step:
"That's why you are so eager in your dreams to gain extraordinary power regardless of the consequences;
"That's why you ignore the lives of others and even your own, and just want to solve the cycle that represents the concept of 'problem' as soon as possible;
"That's why you can't control your instincts and say inappropriate things and do inappropriate things on certain occasions......"
Lumian stared at the mysterious lady in a daze, and found that the indescribable, indecipherable strange emotion in her eyes reappeared.
And this time, he was finally able to read it.
That's mercy.
ps: The big chapter asks for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)