Chapter 259 Gap
The pain caused by the explosion of his left palm made Lumian almost pull out the silver-black short knife that had been inserted into the trunk of the "Shadow Tree".
With great perseverance and familiarity with similar injuries, he struggled to control his body's instinctive reactions.
His brain was stimulated by this and became awake enough to get rid of Suzanne. Matisse imposed two more desires.
Pain and reason intertwined, sweeping through his mind, followed by a vast torrent of horror.
It is the experience that the "Shadow Tree" has accumulated over more than a thousand years, it is the countless fragments of desire that have watered it and made up its torso, and it is the possible future of this evil giant tree.
They were connected by a long river of mercury illusions, flooding Lumian's thoughts.
Not only are there so many of them that they can burst the heads of any low-to-middle sequencer, but some scenes make Lumian instinctively choose to ignore, choose to ignore, dare not look at them, and dare not distinguish.
Just when he thought that his spiritual mind would be washed away by this vast torrent and washed into a blank sheet of paper, he found that he had actually endured it, as if there was extra space to accommodate countless scenes that exceeded the limit.
Lumian didn't dare to waste time choosing the fate he wanted to exchange, and followed his dangerous intuition and spiritual instinct to directly select a scene:
"A brownish-green tree root stretched out to the base of an ancient building, only to be engulfed in an invisible flame that burned silently in the darkness and illuminated an area.
"With a click, the root broke from the middle and fell into the depths of darkness, with purple fire floating on the surface, and then as the flames turned into a color that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, it instantly dissipated, leaving no powder behind."
Lumian pulled back the "Fallen Mercury" and pried this fate hard, but it did not react at all.
Whoosh!
The brownish-green tree trunks, which were not too thick, were like short guns thrown by soldiers neatly, flying towards Lumian's body from top to bottom in an overwhelming manner.
Any of them is enough to pierce the target and insert it into the knotted roots.
Susanna in the blurred canopy. After Matisse continuously used "lust", "appetite", "greed", "manifestation" and other abilities to affect Lumian without effect, his green eyes dilated and he chose to use the ability of the tree spirit to deal a physical blow.
And she was attached to the "Shadow Tree", and the corresponding means were far more powerful than those of the same kind that used ordinary trees as companions.
Although she still didn't believe that the sacrifice could hurt the "Shadow Tree" with the so-called "cursed blade", the other party's momentum and performance made her feel a certain amount of vigilance, and she subconsciously thought that it was better to interrupt.
It is better to believe that there is a serious harm and take excessive measures in advance than to be negligent and watch things develop downwards!
The former is at best a waste of a certain amount of energy, consuming part of the energy, and delaying the completion of the ritual for a little longer, while the latter may bring about changes and failures that she does not want to see.
Even if the probability is low, it must be prevented, and we can't wait until it really happens to make up for it!
The flesh and blood robe covered by Lumian's body suddenly shrank inward, crushing him thin and thin, avoiding most of the trunk short guns.
Two of them could not be avoided, and they fell on Lumian's left and right shoulders respectively.
The flesh and blood that made up the robe were like soldiers who heard the order, rushing towards the position where the short spear of the tree was about to be stabbed, building layer after layer of blood-colored cushions.
In the bang sound, the layers of flesh and blood were directly pierced by two brownish-green tree spears, and more flesh and blood rushed in, frantically making up for the gap.
Although the flesh and blood robe that Mr. K's fingers turned into to eliminate the damage, Lumian was still crushed by the force of the giant hammer, bending his legs and falling backwards.
At this time, he felt that the fate of "brown-green tree roots being burned by invisible flames" had loosened to a certain extent.
And the illusory power that pried it up belonged not only to Lumian, but also from his left chest, from the unknown.
Lumian gritted his teeth and took advantage of the momentum of falling backwards to provoke that fate with great difficulty, turning it into mercury-colored droplets, exchanging it for the fate of "meeting the ghost of Monsouri" stored in the silver-black dagger.
The crisp sound of snapping sounded, and "Fallen Mercury" was overwhelmed and unable to bear the corresponding fate, and obvious cracks appeared one after another, some were abnormally long, some were subtle, and some directly penetrated the blade.
Plopping down, Lumian fell on the roots of the knotted trees entrenched on the ground, shaking off the remnants of the brown-green trunk spear.
His shoulders ached, but were not physically harmed, and the flesh-and-blood robe began to disintegrate, dripping downwards, blocking the pale giant flowers and brownish-green cracks that were opening their "mouths" to devour Lumian—Lumian pressed down on them as he fell.
With a bang, the crimson flames soared high, burning these evil things, and Lumian took advantage of the situation to turn over and move to a relatively safe position.
It was only at this moment that he remembered a question, and while smelling the occult salt, dodging attacks from trees, branches, green leaves, vines, roots, and flowers, he asked in a low voice in a sneeze:
"Meeting the Monsuri ghost, sneezing, does not mean that the Monsuri ghost will attack immediately!"
If it delays for a while, what is the point of the efforts just now?
At that time, the pre-preparations for the ceremony must have been completed, and the sacrifice must have begun for a long time.
Thermiporos' magnificent cascading voice echoed in Lumian's body and ears once again:
"It's coming, it's destined."
At the Canopy of the Void Tree, Suzanne no longer attacked Lumian, and while using the "Shadow Tree", she remotely instructed Charlotte to control the sacrifice, while sinking her consciousness into the brownish-green tree, looking for the problem that the silver-black dagger might have caused with the blow just now.
Discover early, solve early, and advance the sacrificial ritual early!
After listening to Thermipolos' words, Lumian couldn't help but ask again:
"Can the ghost of Montsouri really destroy the 'Shadow Tree'?"
Although both are evil things, this giant tree that has been rooted in the underground of Trir for more than a thousand years, has been nourished by countless desires, and is associated with the hidden evil god clearly makes people feel higher, more terrifying, and more evil.
Thermiporos' voice sounded thick:
"No.
"But it can affect the 'Shadow Tree' to a certain extent, giving you the opportunity to escape from here."
As soon as Thermipolos finished speaking, Lumian saw a dark shadow suddenly appear on the side.
It hunched its back slightly, like an old man who was no longer burdened by life.
Montsouri ghosts!
It passed through various restrictions and ignored many obstacles to come to this xenoplane space occupied by the "Shadow Tree".
The hunched black shadow took a step forward, and instantly reached the edge of the brown-green trunk, reflecting the eyes of Susanna and Charlotte.
They instinctively felt threatened, but none of them associated the shadow with Trier's legend of the Monsuri ghost.
They frantically provoked the various desires of the ghosts of Monsouri, but they were all like throwing stones into a bottomless abyss, and there was no echo at all.
At this time, Lumian saw the true appearance of Monsuri's ghost for the first time.
It was not an old man, not even a human, closer to the sticky black shadow pulling out of the human form, hunched over.
The Montsouri ghost stared at the Shadow Tree for two seconds, then moved forward again, pressing against the brownish-green trunk.
It suddenly turned into a strange dark liquid, eroding the layers of bark.
A large puddle of moist black appeared on the surface of the huge tree trunk, which constantly infected the surroundings and expanded its area.
In an instant, the entire bottom of the "Shadow Tree" was occupied by this black shadow, and Suzanne. Matisse and Charlotte. Calvino's various attacks failed to work.
In the next second, this world of blue sky and white clouds like oil paintings, and the ground crawled with knotted roots, showed obvious shaking, as if it had encountered a violent earthquake.
On the surface of the trunks, above the earth, high in the sky, there were subtle illusory cracks in various places, some of which were still slowly expanding, allowing Lumian to see through them the corner of the street outside, a microcosm of chaos influenced by branches, vines, and desires.
"Get ready." Thermiporos' magnificent cascading voice sounded in Lumian's ears.
Seeing that the ghost of Monsouri could not be stopped, and the situation was going in a bad direction, Suzanne. Matisse showed an indignant expression and recited a spell in ancient Hermes:
"Son of God who should not have been born, you are a prison of imprisonment and curse, an evil that erodes history.
"I pray to you with sincerity for your help."
Suzanne. As soon as Matisse finished speaking, the branches under the canopy of the blurred tree "secreted" a lot of viscous and black liquid at the same time.
This is very similar to the black liquor incarnated by the ghost of Monsuri, but it is very different, more chaotic, more crazy, and more evil.
Almost at the same time, in the liquid secreted by the tree trunk, a pale and deformed skull head grew, yellowed eyeballs wrapped in thick blood vessels, a bright red tongue dripping with disgusting pus, and many strange and indescribable things that would drive people crazy just by looking at them.
…………
On the wilderness where Lady "Judgment" and "Lady Moon" fought.
The chaotic streets and other places were still scattered everywhere, and the brown-green giant tree shook, and small gaps that ran through the void appeared on the surface and around it.
At this moment, the sky outlined a layer of illusory doors.
Wearing a long orange dress, a lady with a lazy temperament walked out of it, and there were insects on her face that exuded bright starlight and half-bent into doors crawling in and out, making it impossible to see her original appearance.
The lady came to the brown-green giant tree in one step, stretched out her hands, grabbed both sides of an invisible gap, and planned to tear it open directly!
(End of this chapter)