Lumian shook his left hand, revealing the sun pattern that exuded colorful brilliance.
The cold living room instantly warmed up a lot, but the frost condensed on the ground showed no signs of melting, only those distorted faces that were either blue or pale looked away.
Haman, who had lost his head and was covered in blood, ran towards Lumian, regardless of whether the opponent's revolver was aimed at him, and forcibly "embraced" the target.
The picture of the sun made his body tremble to a certain extent, causing the flowing blood to drip to the ground.
Lumian intuitively thought that he couldn't go head-to-head with such a "blood corpse", so he used his elbows protected by the light brown jacket to constantly block Haman's hands.
The jacket quickly became stained with blood, showing signs of erosion.
At this time, because "Black Scorpion" Roger did not appear for two or three seconds, Franka was finally able to free his hand.
A dark flame condensed in her palm and threw it towards Harman, who had become a living corpse.
The black flames were like cannonballs, smashing on the surface of the blood-colored corpse.
It exploded instantly, silently igniting the spirituality contained in the blood and corpse.
Haman also began to melt like Castina, as if a candle had been thrown into the fire.
At this moment, "Black Scorpion" Roger appeared.
He emerged from a pale face in the corner, holding a statue of equal height in his arms.
It carved a woman with soft features, and the folds of the long dress are vivid.
After struggling to put the statue on the ground, Roger shrank back, blending into the blurred faces of painful distortion, avoiding Lumian's shot and Franka's black flame in time.
In the next second, he leaned out from the ceiling chandelier and cursed at a very fast pace:
"You are dead!"
"I want to make you into flower fertilizer!"
"You bitch, you actually have the courage to break into my 'immortal place'!"
"I want to take all your lives!"
"I want you to have twenty children!"
"Black Scorpion" Roger changed his position every time he said a word, he kept moving, constantly jumping, avoiding the scroll displayed by Lumian and Franca's various sorceries based on black flames and frost.
And every word that seemed to come from the Intis language was like a sharp arrow, shooting directly into Lumian and Franka's minds, not only making them dizzy and their hearts beating faster, but also making their blood resonate.
The female statue in the corner was inspired by this, and a bright flame burned on its surface.
With a buzz, Lumian's head seemed to be hit hard by an illusory giant hammer, and two streams of bright red blood flowed uncontrollably from his nose.
Almost at the same time, Franka, who jumped back on the sofa, shook his left hand, causing all of Lumian's nosebleeds to ignite black flames, not giving Roger a chance to take advantage of it.
She suspected that Roger "Black Scorpion" was using a curse-like spell, which was enhanced by the female statue, so that she couldn't bear a few words even though her physique and spirit body had been greatly enhanced.
Since Roger "Black Scorpion" did not protect the statue in any way, Franka believed that attacking it directly was likely to lead to more dire consequences, which would most likely appear as a curse.
She endured the boiling blood, the dizziness in her head and the pain in her body, raised the brass revolver, and fired a shot at Roger "Black Scorpion", while she took the opportunity to jump towards the area where the statue was.
The iron-black bullet shattered a distorted face, leaving a trail on the wall, but failed to hurt Roger.
As soon as Franca landed, she ran around the statue, she didn't pull the trigger of the brass revolver again, nor did she stab the hidden dugger, dodging the slender and thin figures that were stretched out of blood awakened by Roger the "Black Scorpion", while creating layers of frost on the surface of the statue.
At this time, Lumian, who was focused on being attacked by "Black Scorpion" Roger, was already in danger.
With a scream, his body surface ignited with illusory black flames.
This made him feel like his life was passing quickly, and his body was weakened because of it.
Lumian didn't hesitate any longer, first threw away the scroll with the strange sun on it, then jumped to the sofa and put his left hand into his pocket.
Next to the overturned coffee table where he was standing, the body of "Black Scorpion" Roger came out of the frozen ground, holding a dark and sharp evil scythe half a person high, and split the furniture in front of him in two at once.
Lumian fell on the sofa, his left palm had been pulled out of his pocket, holding a slender severed finger that was slightly white.
Faced with the scythe slashed by "Black Scorpion" Roger again, he was already quite weak and could only barely move his body to avoid this blow with difficulty.
At the same time, he threw the severed finger in his hand into the air.
That's Mr. K's finger!
In the sound of leather and fabric tearing, the sofa was split in two by the evil scythe, and the pale fingers in mid-air swelled and exploded like a bomb.
It turned into drops of rain made of flesh and blood, and fell on Lumian, extinguishing the weakening black flame.
These flesh and blood drew on the surrounding blood and melted corpses, quickly condensing together, making Lumian feel like he was wearing a blood-colored robe with a hood.
Most of the strong weakness that plagued Lumian disappeared, and he jumped up and counterattacked "Black Scorpion" Roger.
Seeing this, "Black Scorpion" Roger did not fight hard, and retracted into the ice full of cracks, and retracted into one of the blue and twisted faces.
Franca, who had made the statue frosty, suddenly felt a strong cold.
The revenants in the entire living room seemed to have become very angry, they rushed in from all directions, stretched out their arms, opened their mouths, and surrounded Franca in the middle.
There was a clicking sound, and another mirror was shattered.
Franca's figure stood out on the ice on the other side, and she raised her hand, letting clusters of black flames rise around the statue, igniting the blurred ghosts and bloody shadows.
"Black Scorpion" Roger leaned out half of his body from the nearby wall and cursed again:
"Damn bitch!"
While weakening the target's body, he quickly shifted his position with the help of the painful faces, sometimes attacking Lumian, sometimes affecting Franca, relying on the "Undead" and the statue to suppress the two enemies on his own.
Every once in a while, the evil black flame that drained his life and weakened him would ignite on the surface of Lumian's body, but this was always extinguished by the flesh and blood robe on his body in a neutralized way, and Franka relied on the mirror stand-in to escape from the combination of "evil words", "blood spirits", "weak black flames" and "burning life" again and again.
Time passed quickly, seeing that Ciel's flesh and blood robe had been worn down to the extreme thin and was about to collapse, and the mirror and ice created by "Red Boots" Franka were about to be exhausted, "Black Scorpion" Roger poked his head out of the ceiling and smiled sharply full of malice:
"Two idiots!
"Do you think you can fight against the 'land of the undead'?
"I'm not afraid of all the leaders of the Sava Party entering here!
"Go to death!"
This shrill voice pierced Lumian and Franka's ears, piercing their minds, causing their bodies to shake, as if they could no longer bear it.
Roger, the "black scorpion" who had moved to the side wall, saw this and showed a ferocious and expectant smile.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly darkened, and strong emotions welled up in his heart.
That was disbelief, that was surprise, that was confusion and panic.
The next second, he lost consciousness.
Plop!
The boss of the Stinger Gang stood out from the wall, fell to the ground, and fainted.
"Fallen Mercury" finally completed the exchange of fate, and exchanged the fate of the dying homeless man who fainted on his own to "Black Scorpion" Roger!
This only took a few minutes, much faster than the previous exchange of Magot's fate.
This is because the homeless are ordinary people, and when "Fallen Mercury" chooses the fate of "Black Scorpion" Roger, he is looking for the least important and least extraordinary.
Lumian's eyes were fixed on Roger "Black Scorpion" in light blue pajamas, leaning on the blood-colored robe, he forcibly stepped on the transparent and blurred distorted faces, and came to the fainting target in the piercing chill and stiff feeling, took out the metal vial containing the drug, unscrewed the lid, and squatted down.
He brought the drug from Rentus to the tip of Roger "Black Scorpion" and fanned the gas with his hand to let it blend more into the enemy's breath.
After doing this, Lumian mentioned the "Black Scorpion" Roger, and under the protection of Franka, he ran out of the living room area.
The male servants and maids here have long disappeared.
As "Black Scorpion" Roger left the living room, the blue or pale faces quickly disappeared, and everything returned to normal.
Seeing this, Lumian threw the Stinger Gang boss on the ground in front of him and aimed his revolver at his head.
After staring for a few seconds, Lumian pulled the trigger calmly and silently.
With two shots, Roger "Black Scorpion" turned into a broken watermelon, splattered with blood everywhere.
He lost his life in a coma.
Franka glanced at Lumian, who was still aiming at Roger "Black Scorpion", and asked peacefully:
"How is it, have you vented it?"
If it weren't for helping Lumian, she felt that the best way was to report the "Black Scorpion" Roger and others through the "007" brother for believing in the Great Mother.
Lumian was silent for a few seconds, then curled the corners of his mouth and smiled:
"No.
"It's just a hidden danger."
When Franka heard this, she sighed softly:
"There is a saying in my hometown that heart disease requires heart medicine, and if you find the wrong direction, it is useless to do too many things.
"Well, I'll quickly get out of here and try to evacuate here within three minutes, so hurry up and loot it."
"Okay." While Lumian answered, the remaining bloody clothes on his body completely disintegrated, and the ground was dyed red with a tick tick.
That's all? Lumian couldn't help but frown.
This is not to say that Mr. K's fingers are not strong, on the contrary, in the battle just now, without it, Lumian would have been so weak that he would have lost his ability to resist and needed Franka's rescue.
But its performance just now was not enough to fight against Suzanne. Matisse's terrifying evil spirit made Lumian inevitably a little disappointed and confused.
In the blink of an eye, he walked to the living room, looking around, looking for valuable items.
Suddenly, he saw a figure standing quietly at the entrance of the stairs, wearing a large hood and a black robe.
Mr. K!
As Lumian's pupils dilated, Mr. K disappeared into the shadows.
ps: Recommend a book, "Shepherd's Tantra", written by our old friend Buqi Shixian, the plot synopsis is: When the plot skips the player into the game world.
(End of this chapter)