When Lumian heard about the Bliss Society's plan before, his first reaction was that Suzanne had made a mistake in something, something crucial.
What was sealed in his body was not the pollution of the angelic person, but a real angel!
The former has no self-awareness and reacts solely by instinct, unless the seal can be lifted and the body can be re-established, otherwise it is a pile of explosives that have temporarily been removed from the detonation device.
As long as they find the right way, with the help of the isolated environment inside the "Shadow Tree", the various arrangements of rituals, and the gaze of evil gods during sacrifices, they can completely break the seal and sacrifice it to the "Mother Tree of Desire" without letting the pollution of the angelic person threaten them.
while the latter can think, have a mind, and have strong initiative, and cannot watch themselves being sacrificed.
When the seal is completely lifted, will Susanna and Charlotte really be able to deal with a real angel?
One of them is a sequence 5 evil spirit that must use the "Shadow Tree" to have a bit of divinity, and the other is obviously an "actor" with an uncontrollable desire to perform, and the real angel can be called Him, which was almost equated with the gods in ancient times, called "from the gods", and the gap between the two sides is as big as that of saints and ordinary people.
Lumian didn't find a way to get out of Thermiporos at first, because he was worried that this insidious and hateful angel would take this opportunity to let himself do things that seemed normal on the surface, but secretly helped him infiltrate more power out of the seal.
In that case, the final outcome is likely to be the death of Lumian, the death of Susanna, the death of Charlotte, the destruction of the "Tree of Shadows" or the retraction of the underground, and the true descent of Thermipolos into this world.
Now, Lumian, who had no other choice, had to walk on this tightrope set up above the abyss, hoping to maintain his balance.
After that, if you are not careful, he will fall and cannot be saved.
As soon as he finished speaking, Thermibolos' thick and magnificent voice sounded in his ears.
From the first time he heard and rejected the other party's temptation, although Lumian successfully remembered the existence of this angel, he never communicated with Him again, and could only realize through the abnormal development or destined development of some things around him, that He was related to his own destiny, and that He had not given up yet, and was still making certain attempts.
Now, after many days, Lumian once again directly heard Thermibolos' words, and truly felt that there was an angel sealed in his body.
Thermiporos' voice was a little relaxed and comfortable, echoing layer by layer in his ears:
"If they look down on me to get me out of the seal, then I want them to despise me even more.
"This is a good environment, I have been waiting for such an environment, even if you die later, the seal loses its possession, and the outside world will not be able to detect the corresponding changes, and it will be too late to prevent me from getting rid of the shackles.
"They may not kill you directly, but as long as they try to open the seal and perform sacrifices, I can let the destined fate happen in advance, leave your body, and destroy their rituals."
Thermipolos said so much, and the implication seemed to be:
This is the opportunity I've been waiting for!
Why should I help you? Just wait patiently for the ending!
Lumian fell silent and jumped out of his original position.
The roots of the tree there cracked and grew wet pale giant flowers, and the giant flowers bloomed one by one, like an abyss opening its mouth.
Sneeze!
Lumian sniffed the occult sniffing salt again, freeing his mind from his drowsiness.
He immediately raised his head and looked up at Suzanne in the sky. Matisse, laughing almost madly, said:
"Haha, you guys are the stupidest people I've ever met!
"You actually arranged this ritual without knowing anything, did you have your brain hollowed out because of your belief in the 'Mother Tree of Desire', or was your head filled with various liquids?
"I tell you, it is not the contamination of the angelic person that is sealed in my body, but a true angel, His name is Thermibolos!
"Wait a minute, as long as you unseal it, He will come here, kill you all, break this filthy and tattered tree of depravity on the spot, and throw it into the dung pit!
"If I were you, I would stop the ceremony now and let me go!"
Suzanne, who is constantly changing her position in the canopy of the illusory tree. Matisse looked down.
She looked at Lumian and said with a smile:
"Are you bluffing again? You really like to bluff, I suffered your loss last time, and I won't be fooled again this time."
On a branch not far from her, on the surface of the Golden Rooster Hotel, wrapped in vines and branches, one of the several windows revealed reflected the figure of the playwright Gabriel.
He holds a pen and frantically writes his name on paper, like famous writers who sign their readers.
He fell into the desire to be sought after for the script of "Light Chaser" and finally became famous.
Suzanne. Mattis further said:
"Moreover, we considered that it was not pollution, there was an angel.
"So we have modified the key parts of the ritual under the inspiration of the gods, and will give you as the main sacrifice, with seals and angels, to the great 'Mother Tree of Desire' together, which will not affect the final effect.
"Sacrifice is not cooking, we must make the ingredients into dishes, all we need to do is send the sacrifice to the gods, as for how to cook you, the seal on your body and the angels in your body, it is up to the great 'Mother Tree of Desire' to decide by itself.
"Otherwise, why do you think I didn't really attack you? That could lead to the seal being broken in advance!
"Don't think about threatening me with suicide, I will give you a strong desire to survive."
This means that Thermibolos is like a precious gift that will run away on its own, sealed in a locked box, and Lumian in exquisite packaging. Susanna and Charlotte did not plan to unpack it, open the box, take out the gifts inside, and give it to the "Mother Tree of Desire", but prepared to bring the box and packaging to the gods to avoid the huge risks that may exist.
After listening to Suzanne. Matisse's words, Lumian was not surprised, not afraid, not disappointed and discouraged.
He lowered his head slightly, looked at his left chest, and raised the corners of his mouth again:
"Thermiporos, did you hear that? You will be packaged and given to the deity called the 'Mother Tree of Desire', and you will not be given a chance to break free from the seal.
"I don't know how the 'Mother Tree of Desire' will deal with you, but I think it shouldn't be a good thing, do you really have to wait for the final ending as a bystander?"
This time, Thermibolos did not respond to Lumian immediately, and after a few seconds, his voice echoed in a low and overlapping manner:
"Pull out your 'Fallen Mercury' and give the 'Shadow Tree' a knife to the trunk, and you must pierce the second layer of bark."
Lumian was stunned for a moment and said:
"Can the fate of the 'Shadow Tree' be exchanged?"
Thermiporos' voice restored that magnificent feeling:
"It didn't work before, but now it can.
"That tree itself has certain living characteristics, which is equivalent to a mythical tree man who has not yet truly given birth to wisdom."
Lumian did not hesitate, his left hand inward, through the crimson flame cloak and the robe made of flesh and blood, and pulled out the silver-black short knife with layers of evil patterns.
He leaned down slightly, with flowing crimson flames, and ran towards the main trunk of the "Shadow Tree" like a cheetah, jumping continuously on the way, avoiding the cracks and blooming giant flowers.
Seeing Lumian's new actions, Suzanne. Although Matisse didn't care too much and didn't believe that he could really hurt the "Shadow Tree" and himself, he was still cautious and planned to directly ignite his desires and create corresponding illusions to let him "communicate" with a certain flower or tree hole.
Suzanne. Matisse's emerald green eyes reflected Lumian's figure wearing a flesh robe and a flame cloak, and his eyes instantly became moist.
She had hoped to see her target immediately change direction and pounce on the pale giant flower, but Lumian seemed unaffected and rushed straight to the brownish-green trunk.
Under his body covered in a cloak of flames, Lumian held the occult sniffing salt in his right hand and placed it in front of his nose.
This made him burst into tears, and he couldn't sneeze anymore, but he still managed to bear it with the help of the endurance of the "mendicant monks".
Suzanne. Matisse was quite puzzled by this, with her personality and sequence, even if the other party was holding the occult sniffing salt and was always smelling, it should not be completely unaffected.
Normally, with the difference in strength between the two sides, it was entirely possible for her to let Lumian sneeze while looking for the pale giant flower and the brown-green crack while Lumian had been smelling occult salt.
Of course, in similar scenarios, there is also a probability of failure to exert influence, but that is definitely lower than the possibility of success, much lower.
And now, Suzanne. Matisse failed to produce results on his first attempt, just like a dice thrower who throws the smallest pile without warning.
Sneeze!
Lumian sneezed loudly.
While his head was still awake, and before Suzanne could exert a second influence, he blocked the mouth of the metal vial with his right finger, stabbed the "Fallen Mercury" in his hand into the brownish-green trunk of the "Shadow Tree", and stabbed the needle-sized eyelet he had made with the blazing white spear before.
With a bang, "Fallen Mercury" was like encountering an iron plate and failed to penetrate further.
Sneeze!
Lumian, who had just inhaled a large amount of occult sniffing salt, sneezed again, getting rid of another desire provoked by Susanna, causing her to fail again.
Lumian's right hand holding the metal vial swirled with crimson flames.
It absorbed the cloak of flames that covered its body, and quickly condensed, turning into a fiery white glove.
In the next second, Lumian raised his right fist and slammed it the top of the hilt of the "Fallen Mercury", like a blacksmith beating a weapon.
With a bang, the blazing white glove broke away from Lumian's right hand and exploded directly at the tail of "Fallen Mercury".
Boom!
Lumian's left palm holding the knife was blown up to blood, scorched in several places, and the "Fallen Mercury" was propelled forward by the exaggerated impact of the explosion.
It struggled through the first layer of bark, inserting shallowly into the trunk of the Shadow Tree.
(End of this chapter)