In the blood-stained river, a figure slowly crawled out.
For some reason, Lumian seemed to have been shocked, his thoughts became sluggish, and he didn't attack immediately, watching the figure crawl to the shore.
It was a strange man, his face was stiff and gloomy, and his clothes were soaked in water and showed signs of softening, which made Lumian immediately realize that it was fused with flesh and blood.
This is a wax figure, a wax figure that comes to life!
The wax figure's body overflowed with drops of bright red blood, which mixed with the sliding river and kept smashing on the weeds on the shore.
In the ticking sound, the wax figure's light blue eyes turned slightly in the white base, vaguely reflecting Lumian's figure.
Just a glance at it made Lumian's mind go blank, as if he refused to look at it and encountered strong oppression, and his body and mind did not dare to resist.
In an instant, the dangerous intuition stemming from the survival instinct emerged in Lumi An'an, becoming more and more obvious.
Finally, they completely exploded, overpowering other emotions and states.
Lumian's gaze suddenly recovered.
At this moment, in his eyes, the distance between the gloomy and dull wax figure face and himself was less than a meter, and the five fingers of the pale palm that kept dripping with blood were open, and they were like sharp blades, stabbing suddenly.
Lumian didn't have time to react elsewhere, so he could only subconsciously raise his right palm and block it in front of his face.
In the banging sound, the pale fingers sharper than the dagger were blocked by the iron-black "torture" gloves with short spikes.
In a place that was not blocked by the glove, the wax figure's fingers pierced the edge of Lumian's palm, leaving a visible scar on his face.
If he hadn't broken free from that shock in time, this blow would have pierced his skull and penetrated his brain.
The familiar pain made Lumian even more sober, and he clenched his left hand tightly, with the ignited crimson flames, and blasted all his strength into the side face of the wax figure with a fist swing.
At the same time, he smiled and held his right palm inward, relying on the barrier of flesh and blood to stop the retraction of the wax figure's right hand, and briefly imprisoned its dodge.
Bang!
The "torture" glove beat the wax figure's head crookedly, and the iron black short thorns on the surface kissed the hard face, creating exaggerated scratches that changed from deep to shallow.
And this wax statue actually shed bright red blood like a real person, but the wound at the crack did not have the texture of flesh at all, only the layers of wax were stacked and softened by fire.
Immediately afterwards, the waxy light blue eyes bulged out blood-colored tubes, showing a strong bloodthirsty desire from the inside out.
This makes it more vivid and more like a living person than before.
Lumian had previously chosen to "torture" the gloves because it was his most powerful magical item, and the enemy was a dangerous creature in the mouth of Thermiporos, so he couldn't be careless, but what he didn't expect was that the stalker was not a living person, but a wax figure.
As a result, the ability of the "torture" gloves to evoke a certain desire or emotion seems to have no effect and can only be used as a defensive weapon.
If it weren't for the strange shock just now, Lumian would have taken off his gloves, threw them aside, and replaced them with a "decent" brooch, but now, with the enemy close in front of him, he could only use "torture", but the focus became on "fire", and he didn't even dare to use "hum ha technique", for fear that it would not be effective against similar things.
What surprised Lumian again was that the punch just now actually aroused the bloodthirsty desire of the wax figure.
The other party seems to be still alive to some extent, with weak emotions and desires of their own!
"It's good to be alive!" The smile on Lumian's face became even more obvious.
He withdrew his right palm, endured the pain, and hit the wax figure's head back to its original position from a crooked angle with another swing punch with crimson flames.
The wax figure with a strong bloodthirsty desire did not try to distance himself, and once again used that deterrence, instinctively and frantically engaged in close combat with Lumian.
This was exactly what Lumian wanted, his iron-black fist gloves with short spikes wrapped in crimson flames, constantly colliding with the wax figure's arms, arms, fists, shoulders, torso, and head in a swift and short punch posture.
Each of these punches is not very powerful, what you want is a "high frequency"!
Bang bang, bang, pop, Lumian dragged the crimson fire with his "torture" fists, suppressing the wax figure that was not dull at all, even very dexterous, and had excellent fighting skills, so that he could not use any other ability.
He steps between his feet or forward, sometimes raising his knees in response to attacks from below.
That is, for ten or twenty seconds, the wax statue suddenly stopped, and an illusory explosion sound came out of its body.
The capillaries in its eyes completely exploded, dyeing the light blue into bright red, and cracks appeared on its head from the inside out, connecting with the scars caused by the "torture".
"Desire detonates"!
Under Lumian's ultra-high-frequency attack, the "Desire Detonation" effect of "Torture" the gloves was triggered!
Seeing this scene, Lumian withdrew his fists and quietly looked at the wax statue's blood-colored eyes, highlighting his painful emotions.
Two reddish tears slowly formed in the corners of its eyes and slid down.
The wax figure opened its mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.
Boom!
There was a dull explosion in its body, and exaggerated wounds were opened all over its body.
A stream of crimson flames jumped out from those places, completely igniting the wax figure.
"Ignition"!
In the intense burning, the wax figure quickly softened, and its body was covered with blood-stained viscous droplets.
Plop!
It fell to the ground.
What kind of monster is this? Lumian stared for more than ten seconds, and from the perspective of the "hunter", he intuitively judged that the prey should not be able to analyze extraordinary characteristics.
During this process, he picked up the briefcase and put the "torture" gloves back.
Lumian no longer delayed, turned his body, and walked out of the woods.
Behind him, crimson flames soared, burning his dripping blood.
In the blazing fire, the wax statue had melted into a human form, and Lumian's figure fades step by step and suddenly disappears not far away.
"Shuttle through the spirit world!"
In order to avoid the evil god's gaze and dangerous creatures brought by the "torture" of the fist, he directly changed his location and "teleported" to the town ahead.
That was the place he had surveyed in advance and mastered the coordinates of the spirit world.
After a few dozen seconds, on the forest road where only a few flames were still burning, a ruined and withered wilderness suddenly spread out.
The weeds there gradually flourished, and a figure in a white robe was quickly outlined.
The figure wore a light-colored veil, her abdomen was obviously bulging, and her body was filled with substantial maternal brilliance, just like the "Lady Moon" of the "night party".
"Lady Moon" turned her gaze to the blood-stained wax statue that had completely melted, and watched the crimson flames jump quietly there.
After examining it for more than ten seconds, the woman disappeared in an instant along with the ruined wilderness.
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Inside the Red Swan Castle, in a certain room in the main building.
Count Puifer, dressed in a red shirt and black narrow pants, sat behind a messy table and stared indifferently at a wax figure head placed in front of him.
The human head was carved no different from a real person, with light blue eyes and dark hair.
In the silent waiting, Count Puiver looked a little anxious, pulling the neckline from time to time, changing his sitting position, and even unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, as if the air around him was unusually thin, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly.
As time passed minute by minute, the wax figure head suddenly made a clicking sound.
It split into many pieces at once, each of which was highly melted.
Puiver stood up in astonishment, his pupils dilated instantly.
In his eyes, small blood vessels stood out, cracked a lot, and dyed a bright red.
"Killed?" Puiver muttered to himself in shock and suspicion.
Charles . Dubois is even more mysterious and powerful than he expected!
Even if he himself is not, the hidden forces behind him are!
Count Puiver paced back and forth, his expression quite solemn.
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After Lumian "teleported" to the town ahead, he did not show up immediately, but stayed in the dark, silently counting the time.
After he felt that the "hunter" had run enough to reach here from the woods, he actually entered the town, found the coachman, and returned to 11 Spring Street in the memorial parish.
In a room with many bookshelves, Lumian looked at Gardner with a cigar in his hand. Martin said calmly:
"I was attacked."
This can't be hidden from the boss.
"Huh?" Gardner. Martin expressed his doubts in a nasal voice.
Lumian used a very honest attitude to choose the king's cake from after Count Puifer, but felt the crazy spirit hovering and tried to invade, until he blew up and melted the wax statue with "fire", and showed the wounds on his hands and face.
What he didn't mention was that "he knew why the mad spirit didn't really occupy his body" and that he used "torture" gloves, attributing the former to reasons he didn't understand.
Gardner. Martin smoked a cigar and listened quietly, not surprised that Lumian was not invaded by the madness.
If he felt surprised and showed suspicion, Lumian would immediately "ask" Mr. K to come over and jointly clear this "Iron Blooded Cross" stronghold.
Gardner. Martin took the cigar that was already half missing, and said with a smile:
"It seems that the official members of our 'Iron Blood Cross' are more favored by the spirit of his ancestor than Puifer, but they are feared by it."
Meaning, an extraordinary person who has suffered from the strange pollution in the building at 13 Market Avenue? Even without the aura of the "Blood Emperor", that crazy spirit would not invade the official members of the "Iron Blood Cross" outside of me? I don't know if it's true or false, or don't you try it, boss? Lumian suddenly wanted to encourage Gardner. Martin goes to play a game of king's pie with Count Puifer.
"Now I have confirmed one thing." Gardner. Martin's expression quickly became serious, "The ancestor of the Sauron family, that is, Fomunda. Sauron, he is not truly dead yet, and he is still alive in a state that we cannot understand for the time being."
(End of this chapter)