Chapter 356 Crazy figure
"I got it all, how can I not give it a try?"
The white skeleton looked at Lumian, who was shocked by the terrifying aura, and laughed happily, mockingly, exaggeratedly, or madly.
Wow!
The bleak spring water that was not pale enough gushed out of the dark hole, filling the small "pond".
Compared with before, there is an extra figure in the water.
The figure seemed to be burning violently, and the almost colorless flames enveloped his whole body.
He obviously only occupied a corner of the spring, but it made the frozen Lumian feel that he was extremely huge, comparable to a mountain peak.
In the almost invisible flames, this figure revealed blood-colored dull long hair, a carved face full of traces of decay and pus, the bones inside shone with a steel-like metallic luster, and those iron-black eyes were suspected of "rusting", revealing a somewhat ferocious bloody color.
Yellowed "magma" kept dripping from this figure, and it was quickly extinguished by the pale spring water.
With the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" gushing out again, the dense white bones that made the sound fell silent at the same time, and they spread away, as if they were about to decay into mud.
After seeing the mountain-like rotten figure, the smell of blood and rust on Lumian's nose became stronger, and the shocked spirit was stained with the madness of wanting to destroy everything, which completely ignited the already existing irritability and ferocity.
If he hadn't been in a state where he was still close to death, and even his thoughts were completely withered, he would have lost his mind and become a madman.
In that case, he could get out of control at any time.
But even so, he still stood still, just like facing the most feared natural enemy, only knowing that he was trembling, forgetting to resist, and forgetting to run away.
Wow!
The figure of the highly rotten and burning invisible flame stepped on the dark hole, trying to walk towards the edge of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", trying to reach out of the right palm that kept dripping with a pale yellow and red liquid, and grabbed Lumian standing there.
Wow, the spring water surged, and the light mist gathered, preventing the figure that gave people the illusion of a mountain peak from leaving the spring eye.
The figure let out a low roar, and in his iron black and red eyes was pure madness that would be polluted just by seeing it.
Affected by this, Lumian's mind buzzed and went blank, and the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" shook violently.
Although the terrifying figure failed to break free from the shackles of the spring water, it successfully prevented them from retracting into the black hole.
At the same time, the rotten and dim figures floating in the spring water were driven by a low roar and rushed to the shore.
Among them are pus women with a serene temperament like the night, decaying corpses wearing golden crowns, iron-colored skeletons with a large number of greasy feathers, figures that seem to be entangled with countless broken maggots, and strange beings with only a black mass left......
These figures were equally inseparable from the Samaritan Spring, but near the edge, they protruded towards Lumian's feet, either pale and pus or highly decomposed, or covered with pale yellow feathers or palms made of disgusting maggots.
The long black hair floating on the water, like a clump of weeds, suddenly came to life and stretched rapidly out of the spring.
The white-robed women wandering around the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" were instantly entangled in these long black hairs, and Lumian's figure was reflected in their dull and cold blue eyes.
Lumian was grasped by eerie and terrifying palms, tugged by his long black hair, and slowly and uncontrollably slid toward the Samaritan Spring, toward the gigantic figure of madness and flames.
His body became colder and colder, and his mind became more and more blank.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly lost all light and were stained with the deepest and deepest darkness.
The melodious singing and chanting sounds came from afar, making the area peaceful and quiet, making those vague and dim figures no longer so crazy, as if they had been comforted.
Grabbing Lumian's feet, all the terrifying palms that made his spirit and flesh almost frozen retracted, and the long black hair that pulled his body lost its vitality and fell weakly to the ground.
Even the most terrifying and craziest figure showed a slowdown, and the terrifying aura from it became a lot weaker.
Lumian then regained his thoughts and instantly figured out what was going on:
The thief who stole the Earth Blood Ore is Monite from the "Different" Cabaret!
And he deliberately created a coincidence and met himself on the fourth floor of the catacombs, in order to use stealing skills to quietly return the blood ore to himself, so that he would unknowingly bring the ore specimen to the side of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", inspiring an anomaly!
He feels that with his current strength, it is difficult to deal with the various anomalies in the underground Trier, and the purpose of the theft and return behavior of the archipelago liar Monit is to allow him to passively open up some good or bad encounters!
As for why the other party did this and what the purpose was, it may not be clear until the matter is over.
Lumian's thoughts were rushing, and while subconsciously reaching out to grab "Hela's" arm, he stimulated the contract mark, intending to use the ability of "Shuttle the Spirit World" to get out of here.
During this process, he also tried to shake off the earth blood ore in his palm and let it attract the crazy figure with long blood-colored hair.
But the blood ore seemed to have been affected by the abnormal environment here, showing obvious signs of weathering.
Silently, it shattered into powder and flew away, and the little blood stains contained in it stained Lumian's palm and eroded into the skin.
On the other side, the flame of the white candle in "Hela's" hand was extremely dim and could go out at any time, while the black diamond ring on her right hand quietly flowed out of the pure darkness of the night.
After Lumian grabbed her arm, he found the two motionless.
This area seemed to be cut off from the spiritual world and could not be separated!
Can't escape...... Lumian decisively withdrew his palm, opened his mouth towards the flaming figure who was looking at him with crazy eyes,
"Hah!"
A pale yellow light erupted from his mouth and landed on the huge dim figure like a mountain peak.
The figure shook slightly, but it was not affected, and let out an invisible roar again.
After getting the new "order", the strange figures that were calmed by the quiet night trembled, and once again poked out their rotten or disgusting palms, grabbing Lumian's feet, and the black hair that fell to the ground was raised again.
Seeing that Lumian had no time to dodge, blazing flames suddenly appeared around him.
These crimson flowers of destruction quickly dimmed and quickly extinguished, as if they had exhausted all their lives in an instant.
The pale and pus-oozing palm first grabbed Lumian's right foot, making him suddenly "quiet", and his thoughts settled rapidly.
The highly decaying palms, iron-colored skeletons covered with pale yellow feathers, and broken maggots also completed their mission, dragging Lumian into the Samaritan Spring, who had fallen asleep with his eyes open.
Around "Hela" were layers of long black hair, which broke through the quiet night and wrapped around the lady who showed some signs of decay.
Lumian stared blankly at the face with hard and rotten lines, looking at those iron black eyes that were bleeding and rusting, and felt pure, extreme madness, but he couldn't even think of a single thought.
His body became more and more stiff, and purple-red corpse spots appeared on his body.
He was only one step away from the pale spring.
At this moment, the "Samaritan Spring", which had been delayed by the huge figure for a long time, finally "broke down" the embankment, and all the figures retracted into a dark hole where even light could not enter.
The huge figure burning with invisible flames let out an unwilling roar, but was still carried by the pale spring water and disappeared into the depths of the hole.
Lumian "woke up" and saw the female figure in the white robe starting to wander again, quickly turned around and ran towards the top of the slope.
His idea was simple:
Since the anomaly came from that piece of earth blood ore, and the earth blood ore was now half integrated into his palm, he had to hurry up and escape, instead of taking this opportunity to scoop up the remaining water in the spring eye.
As long as he can escape from here before the pale spring water gushes out again and the terrifying figure rises again, the "Hela" who stays here will be much safer and can take water relatively calmly, with his share.
As for how to run, when "teleportation" does not work, relying on your legs is the only way now.
Lumian was still preparing to escape before he had time to escape.
He relied on the ability of the "arsonist" to stabilize the flame of the white candle, and took out the "torture" glove from his satchel and put it on his palm.
At the same time, he tried to recite the honorific name of Mr. "Fool" in Hermes:
"Fools who don't belong to this era......
This is the inspiration that the gray mist around the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" brought him!
Wow!
As soon as Lumian was halfway through his reading, he ran a certain distance when the sound of spring water gushing out suddenly sounded.
This was faster than he expected!
The low roar of frenziness, smelling of blood and rust, echoed back in the area.
Unable to understand Lumian's thoughts, "Hela", who had broken away from the edge of the spring, trembled again, as if he had changed from an emotionless corpse to a panicked and fearful living person.
She saw the huge body burning with invisible flames, blood-colored hair and tattered blood-stained armor.
Lumian was equally shocked, and even had the urge to surrender and give up resistance.
He tried his best to endure, but could no longer recite the honorific name, so he could only put his hope on the "torture" glove.
Hold on one more and hold on, and those hidden evil gods will soon cast their eyes on the material of the gloves, sending dangerous creatures to influence or attack.
In the past, Lumian would definitely pray that the coming anomaly was within his control, and now, he wanted the more dangerous the better!
When the water is muddy, the fish have a chance to escape!
(End of this chapter)