Franca held the "Judgment" card and whispered in Hermes:
"Request judgment!"
The seemingly ordinary tarot card didn't change at all, but after just a few seconds, the Golden Rooster Hotel showed obvious shaking.
The brownish-green branches and green vines covering the surface of this building retreated a lot, as if they were afraid of something.
This made Franka see more of the scene outside the window, seeing the sky connected to the blurred canopy, and the clouds seemed to have encountered a hurricane and were blown in the same direction.
As the wind direction changed, countless white clouds formed a huge whirlpool, hanging down to the ground, stretching into an airflow giant sword that pierced heaven and earth.
The giant sword fell, and a figure stood steadily in the middle of the chaotic street.
It was a woman with yellow hair draped over her shoulders and wearing a traditional off-white rider's practice uniform.
She is more than 1.50 meters tall, with exquisite facial features and soft eyebrows and eyes, but she has a majesty that makes people submit and obey.
The chaotic streets she stood on were no longer the usual scene, and the surrounding buildings, the not-so-wide roads, and the pedestrians who were collectively caught in their desires were separated by sections, scattered throughout the strange wilderness, mixed with other streets.
Between them were a large number of knot roots drilled out of the ground, which were distributed layer by layer with the brown-green giant tree as the center of the circle, and the closer to the middle, the denser it became.
It is precisely because of the existence of that strange wilderness that the several streets occupied by the giant tree have not been discovered by outsiders!
As soon as she saw the short but majestic yellow-haired lady arrive, Franka breathed a sigh of relief.
She held the two cards "Judgment" and "Two of Cups" and blurted out sincerely:
"Praise the fool!
"Praise the 'Judgment' lady!"
The woman known as the "Lady of Judgment" looked at the side of the brown-green giant tree as soon as she landed, where a cradle-style dark red convertible carriage stopped at some point, pulled by two tall creatures with horns, all black, burning dark flames, suspected of being devils.
Sitting in the carriage was a woman wearing a light veil, wearing a loose white robe with a slightly bulging abdomen, and her whole body was filled with substantial maternal brilliance.
"Ms. Moon"!
The weird wilderness is her "other world"!
"Ms. Moon"...... You really crawled out of the rat hole...... The yellow-haired lady's eyes named "Judgment" instantly blurred, as if dyed with golden color.
In this way, she saw the extraordinary powers intertwined with the woman in the carriage, which existed in different colors and states.
"Deprivation!" A solemn voice spat out of the mouth of the "Judgment" lady.
It was an Old Hermes word.
With the simple movement of her right hand, "Moon Lady" was temporarily deprived of the ability to reproduce and nurture different types of creatures of different genders.
Immediately afterwards, the "Judgment" lady leaned forward, pushed out her palm, and declared again in ancient Hermisian:
"Exile!"
The sound of whining, the invisible and majestic power rolled into a terrifying hurricane, whistling and blowing in front of "Ms. Moon".
They ignore the distance and seem to be generated right at the carriage position.
The rosy lips looming under the veil of "Ms. Moon" suddenly opened and took a deep breath inward.
The exaggerated hurricane that seemed to be able to pull up the entire building seemed to have finally found an outlet in a closed container, scrambling into the mouth of "Ms. Moon" and pouring into her body.
In just one second, the hurricane dissipated without a trace, and it was all swallowed by "Ms. Moon".
With a strong maternal brilliance, she stretched out her right hand and comfortingly touched her bulging belly.
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The blue sky and white clouds are like oil paintings, and the ground is full of roots.
Lumian saw Susanna in the canopy position. Matisse, after looking at her, immediately let the semi-illusory crimson fire crow condense around him again.
Those fire crows circled and flew high into the sky, but they could not reach the canopy of the blurred tree, they could only get close and could not touch it.
They fell on the brown-green trunk and burned black marks.
Seeing this, Lumian quickly changed the target of the attack.
He had previously discovered that flames could cause some damage to this strange thing called the "Shadow Tree"!
One after another, the crimson fireballs condensed and rumbled towards the branches of the giant tree, but they only burned them and failed to achieve a more obvious effect.
Lumian temporarily stopped moving, taking advantage of Susanna. Matisse didn't know what he was busy with, and Charlotte. Calvino had not yet recovered from the burns just now, and was suspected of hiding in some illusory scene, causing the crimson flames in his palm to condense layer by layer, and finally turned into a fist-sized fiery white sphere.
Boom!
The explosion brought by the blazing white fireball was several times stronger than just now, however, the "Shadow Tree" did not drop a single piece of skin, only a larger area of scorched blackness and the slight involution of a pale giant flower proved that the blazing white flame flow was not an illusion.
Lumian had a solemn expression and took a moment to make a spear made of blazing white flames appear in his palm.
He threw his spear at the giant brown-green tree, and saw it poke eyelets the size of a needle in the charred bark, then disintegrated into a stream of flames that scattered to different parts of the tree.
Seeing this scene, Lumi felt relieved, and remembered a sentence that her sister Aurore liked to use to describe others overestimating their own strength and making unrealistic moves:
"It's like an ant trying to shake a big tree."
The eagerness, anxiety, and fear in his heart made Lumian swing his fists.
His fist was covered in crimson flames.
With every blow he made to the brown-green giant tree, a ray of fire penetrated in.
"Inject fire!"
Lumian wanted to avoid the hard skin of the Shadow Tree and directly damage its heart.
Snap!
Lumian's flame fist landed densely on the main trunk of the brown-green giant tree, as if he wanted to pour all the flames accumulated in his body into it.
After a round of frantic attacks, he withdrew his fists and took a step back.
Boom!
There was a dull explosion inside the trunk, and the originally charred bark with fire finally fell off.
It suddenly blurred and became hazy, as if a dream from the past was illuminated by a match.
Lumian was in a trance, as if he had turned into the man in a sweet dream, and was fighting fiercely with a beautiful lady who had a gorgeous long dress intact but only lifted the hem.
The strange feeling was so clear and substantial that Lumian felt as if he had experienced it himself.
Suddenly, his ankle hurt, and his whole body instantly woke up, and saw a large number of branches and vines extending around him at some point, some of which had wrapped around his feet layer by layer, and the spikes finally penetrated the blood-colored robe through the efforts of the servants, sinking into the skin and drawing blood.
Lumian snorted, and one red after another appeared on the surface of his body, forming a flaming flame cloak outside his flesh robe.
In the crackling sound, all those branches and vines were lit up, burning fiercely, and quickly turning into dead branches and ashes.
Lumian took the opportunity to escape, jumped to the side, and set his sights on the wound he had just created.
What caught his eye was still the brownish-green bark, but it was a little more sunken inward than the surrounding area.
Under the bark is still bark!
Lumian's pupils dilated sharply, and he had a rough guess about the current situation:
The "Shadow Tree" is nourished by Trier's countless abnormal desires over the past two thousand years, and each piece of its bark may correspond to some human activity at a certain time, and they are layered on top of each other, both the weight of history and the subtlety of human nature.
To put it simply, if Lumian wants to destroy this "Shadow Tree", he needs to face the countless desires accumulated over the past two thousand years, and he just used all his strength to kill one of them, hundreds of millions, billions, or even tens of billions.
How else can this be beaten!
It wasn't until this time that Lumian realized that his behavior was abnormal just now:
He had been there attacking the Shadow Tree instead of looking for a way to help him leave.
After looking at each other with Suzanne. Matisse, his brain was occupied by emotions such as fear, anxiety, and eagerness!
No wonder Suzanne. Matisse let me go, no wonder Charlotte. Calvino didn't come out with injuries to stop him...... Although Lumian has been wary of "fallen tree spirits" and "actors" to arouse his desires and emotions, he still suffered unconsciously.
He looked up again, looked high, and saw Suzanne wrapped in long turquoise hair. Matisse kept changing positions in the blurred canopy, chanting a strange spell, Charlotte. Calvino resumed his previous actions, walking from one illusory scene to another in a stroll-like posture, with the clothes on his body, the hairstyle on his head, and the makeup on his face constantly changing according to different historical backgrounds, which seemed to be more than just a performance need.
Lumian's thoughts were spinning, and he suddenly felt dizzy, only to feel that his strength was passing quickly.
He had never had this experience before, but he had made several people feel it.
Drugs, the kind of drugs of the "Bliss Society"!
Lumian, who was good at observing the environment, quickly took out the occult sniffing salt and let his eyes lock on a large number of pale giant flowers on the brown-green giant tree.
He suspected that the gases that made people unconscious were released by them!
Sneeze!
In the midst of the sneeze, Lumian turned his body and was about to distance himself from the "Shadow Tree".
At this time, Mr. K still did not appear.
In the next second, tree roots crazily drilled out of the ground, forming a wooden fence more than ten meters high around the brown-green giant tree, blocking Lumian's escape path.
Lumian stopped, turned around, and saw countless cracks appearing on the trunk, branches, and many roots of the "Shadow Tree", some of them grew wet pale flowers, and some of them themselves looked like dark and deep mouths with mucus, extending rapidly towards this direction.
After staring for a second, Lumian, who had nowhere to escape, curled the corners of his mouth.
He suddenly stretched out his right hand, pressed his left chest, and said in a mocking tone:
"Thermiporos, they really look down on you and want to sacrifice you."
(End of this chapter)