The "Hum Ha Technique" is named after the combination of the "hum" sound of the nose and the "ha" sound of the mouth, which makes Lumian feel quite special.
Moreover, the armor shadow was suspected of being a human or humanoid intelligent creature during his lifetime, so many characteristics and abilities have their own names, unlike those muddled guys, who can only rely on Lumian to help them summarize and simply name them for easy memory.
The information transmitted through a special connection allowed Lumian to discover that "Hum Ha Technique" is also a spell-like ability that can affect spirits.
Through the two sounds of "Ha" and "Hum", it mobilizes its own spirit, creates occult mutations, forms special fluctuations, and rushes to the target.
Any creature touched by this fluctuation can be severely stunned at best, or as if it has suffered a "mental piercing", and can even cause the target to be directly stunned.
This ability also grows stronger as the user's Persona increases, meaning it has the potential to affect divine creatures, provided Lumian is also promoted to Sequence 4 or temporarily increases his Character in some way.
It's okay, it's no worse than a coma scream, and "hum" and "ha" are better than screaming...... Seeing that time was running out, Lumian began to make promises and sign contracts.
In fact, he is also quite curious about the abilities and characteristics of the armor shadows, because their names have an indescribable weird taste, such as "Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walk" and "Soul Eater's Roar".
This time, something black like a seal mark landed on Lumian's right chest, and the ritual ended.
He quickly tied the "decent" brooch with a string, put it back in the iron-gray military wine jug, dismantled the "spiritual wall", cleaned the altar, and picked up the items that had been thrown on the ground before.
Then, Lumian's right shoulder flashed with a gloomy light, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, entering a magical world full of cascading color blocks and strange creatures.
The next second, he left the spirit world with a slight dizziness and appeared in the bedroom on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.
Lumian rubbed his throbbing head, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction:
"It is indeed a real 'spiritual shuttle', this ability is too practical......"
The only problem is that the consumption of this spirit is extremely huge, with Lumian's dual improvement of "Godfather" and "Arsonist", it can only be completed three to four times at present, and considering the consumption of using flames and the reservation of accidents, he can only use it once in a more fierce battle, and the limit is twice.
If you are a pure "contracted person", even if there is no other consumption, you can only "teleport" twice normally.
Of course, the surrounding coordinates do not mean that they only correspond to the surrounding area.
The spiritual world is a very magical and very special world, where up, down, left and right, back and forth, and even time are all mixed, overlapping with the real world and having its own chaos.
To put it simply, Trier as a whole is a powerful concept, there is a corresponding area in the spirit world, and it will not be distributed in different places, but its vicinity is no longer the surrounding towns and villages, it may be the concept corresponding to a river in the southern continent, or it may be a projection of the settlement of underwater creatures.
Without accurate positioning, Lumian could only "teleport" within the range of Trier, otherwise he would inevitably be lost in the spirit world, which would be very, very dangerous.
Just now, when he tried to travel through the spirit world, the entire place he had visited many times in Trilille was presented in his mind in the form of strange coordinates, allowing him to directly "teleport" back to the Breeze Ballroom instead of running to other corners of the metropolis.
At the same time, Lumian vaguely sensed that the highland kingdom "White City" Laps he had been to was not too far away from Trill in the spirit world, but it was not close.
"Very good." Lumian sighed with satisfaction.
In addition to the limited number of times and "distance", the "spiritual shuttle" obtained from "abscess and broken hand" perfectly met his expectations.
Lumian immediately walked to the full-length mirror, stimulating the black mark on his left shoulder, while watching his charred self gradually transform, turning into a middle-aged man with a few white hairs at his temples, fleshy cheeks, brownish-red eyes, deep facial features, clear contours, and a friendly temperament.
Gardner. Martin!
can restore appearance, body and temperament, but can only rely on one's own demeanor and tone...... Lumian evaluated the ability of "Face of Nisser".
Just now, when he changed, he consumed a lot of spirituality, but it only took a little bit to maintain the change, and he could withstand Gardner. Martin lived for more than ten hours.
Lumian lifted the "Face of Nesser", took a few steps back, looked at the mirror, and opened his mouth.
"Hah!"
He suddenly felt his spirit pour into the black mark on his right chest, his spiritual body shook, and an invisible yellowish light erupted from his mouth.
The light penetrated the mirror, flew out of the wall, and disappeared after nearly ten meters.
"It has to be close to work...... It consumes less than 'Spirit World Shuttle' and more than 'Face of Nisser', it can be used four or five times in a battle......" Lumian, who was burned everywhere, exhaled slowly, got dressed, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.
Owing the gold of the armor shadow and the promise to help the "abscess and broken hand" find his body, Lumian temporarily left it behind, anyway, there is still a lot of time, what he needs most now is rest and recovery, and wait for the abomination of the "decent" brooch to subside naturally.
The next morning.
Lumian wore a black felt hat, a shirt, sweater and a thicker jacket and jacket, and rang the doorbell of Apartment 601 at 3 White Coat Street.
Franka opened the door with a depressed expression, and was shocked by Lumian's dress:
"Are your perceptions of temperature confused?"
Lumian did not answer the rhetorical question:
"Have you collected the real mummy ashes?"
"You only asked this question yesterday!" Franka replied angrily.
The answer is no.
Lumian laughed:
"I'll take you to the real mummy."
"Where to find it?" Franka was puzzled and curious.
Lumian walked into the room and replied casually:
"Southern Continent Star Plateau."
"How to get there?" Franka glanced at the bathroom and asked in a low voice, "You don't want to trouble your Major Arcana cards, do you?"
"I just wrote a letter asking about a transit position." Lumian said with a smile.
"Transit positioning ......" Franka combined her occult knowledge and quickly guessed, "Have you found a magical item that can 'teleport'?"
Lumian shook his head and explained roughly:
"Use my contract creature."
"What contract is so powerful?" Franka blurted out in shock.
Normally, those who are willing to sign a contract with Sequence 7 are relatively ordinary, and they have to arrange a ritual before they can be summoned, which is difficult to come in handy in most battles.
Lumian smiled:
"A special kind of contract."
"Uh......" Franka looked Lumian up and down and walked half a circle around him.
The "witch" in trousers and shirt cleared her throat and said:
"Are we brothers?"
"No." Lumian replied without hesitation, "We have different beliefs!"
"Isn't it all superficial steam, the actual 'Fool' Mr. Franka lowered her voice again.
Lumian responded "religiously":
"I still have a little faith in the 'Eternal Sun'."
Anyway, I have believed it for almost six years.
Franka was speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds he asked again:
"Is that considered a friend?"
"Forget it." Lumian didn't think of one thing in his heart this time, and said another.
Franka's eyebrows and eyes stretched:
"Can that special contract teach me? Let's make a price."
She was very honest about her request.
Lumian shook his head again:
"I have special circumstances to use that kind of contract."
"Okay." Franka didn't ask any questions, quite disappointed.
At this time, Jane Na walked out of the bathroom, and Lumian asked half-jokingly:
"Do you want to travel to the South Continent?"
"Travel, why travel?" Jian Na looked dazed.
Franka hurriedly talked about her need for the mummy's ashes and the fact that Lumian had a way to "teleport" to the Star Plateau, and finally asked:
"Do you want to follow me to see it?"
Jian Na thought for a moment and said:
"Okay."
She felt that she lacked experience in the extraordinary field and needed to watch, listen and exercise more.
Moreover, the farthest she has been to is the opera district of Trier, where she has long been curious about the stories of the South Continent that circulate in the bars and ballrooms.
Lumian glanced at the two companions and reminded with a smile:
"You'd better wear thicker clothes, it's both a plateau and winter."
"Oh......" Franka looked at Lumian and understood why he was dressed up for the winter.
Not long after, Franka changed into a black jacket similar to leather armor and dark knee pads with fleece inside, dressed as a female mercenary or bounty hunter.
Lumian immediately stretched out his palms, grabbed their shoulders, and stimulated the contract mark on his right shoulder.
A glow flashed through the gaps in his clothes, and Jane and Franka entered a magical world, surrounded by rich layers of pure color blocks and strange creatures that quickly retreated in all directions.
In the dizziness, they escaped from the spirit world, and their figures were outlined on a desolate island.
Without waiting for Janna and Franka to adjust, Lumian used the "Spirit World Shuttle" again.
After returning to reality this time, the two "assassins" were greeted by snow-covered mountains in the distance and the exotic city with white buildings nearby.
Jian Na calmed down and subconsciously exclaimed:
"It's amazing......"
If she had to use any words to embellish the magic and express her mood, she might choose to swear.
Although she was not sure that this was the Star Plateau of the Southern Continent, she could quickly come from White Coat Street to the wilderness, which also showed the magic of "teleportation"!
Lumian endured the throbbing pain in his head and the massive consumption of spirituality, and pointed to the "White City" as if nothing had happened:
"Go in."
(End of this chapter)