Chapter 437 Taking advantage of the special environment (thanks to CHRISD for rewarding the Silver Alliance)
In the dark tunnel supported by stone pillars, Franca, who didn't care whether there was a calcium carbide lamp or not, looked sideways at Lumian and said with a slight worry:
"Is there really no problem with using that heart to get promoted? In fact, you can really consider Gardner's suggestion, taking one more potion from sequence 9 to sequence 7 will make you stronger, but that's it, there will be no qualitative change, it's better to choose a safer plan."
The "Witch of Joy" has learned from Lumian what happened inside the underground labyrinth of Red Schwanstein Castle and most of the "magician"lady's replies.
She marveled at the existence of the "Special Soldier" and the frenzied roar of the runaway angel, and was a little worried about Lumian's idea of using the "Wax Master" extraordinary trait and the mutated Black Spider's shriveled heart to concoct the potion.
Lumian, who was holding the calcium carbide lamp, chuckled:
"I must be sure enough to do this."
"Do you have a way to eliminate the effects of the residual bloodline of that heart?" Franka didn't believe it too much.
Speaking of this, she seemed to have come back to her senses:
"Where are we going? Aren't you going to drink magic potion, just find a place where there are no people, there's no need to keep going around underground, right?"
Lumian laughed:
"It is the special enough destination that I am sure to minimize the impact of the remnants of the Sauron family's bloodline in that heart."
At the same time, it can also weaken the danger brought by the pollution in his body in the matter of promotion!
"Where is the destination?" Franka suddenly looked curious.
Lumian replied with a smile:
"You'll know when you get there."
"Oh! I hate people like you who don't finish speaking!" Franka couldn't help but scold.
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"Is the destination you are talking about?" After more than half an hour, Franka pointed to the naturally modified boulder door hole in front of her, and asked with surprise and vague understanding.
The monolithic doorway is carved with a large number of skulls, bone arms, sunflowers, and steam-related symbols.
This is the entrance door to the catacombs, and in front of you is the Empire of Death!
"Somewhere in it." Lumian took out a white candle from the satchel with the "torture" gloves and threw it to Franka, and said with a smile, "I will take the magic potion under the watchful eye of God."
"Under the watchful eye of God?" Franka looked at Lumian suspiciously, wondering if this guy had contracted the bad habits of "astrologers":
Don't speak human words!
Lumian didn't explain, lit a white candle, and walked into the catacombs with it.
As usual, there was an administrator's obstruction, and as usual, there was a commitment of self, and the two of them went all the way to the third floor of the catacombs, and saw the sacrificial pillars made of two mottled boulders and the small square around them.
After stepping into an incredibly clean area, Franka suddenly realized:
"Do you want to take advantage of the special here?"
She had explored the catacombs before, but never went deep into the third level, only to hear Lumian mention that there was a square with two sacrificial pillars symbolizing the "Eternal Sun" and the "God of Steam and Machinery" respectively.
Under the protection of these two sacrificial pillars, even if the candle in their hands was extinguished, the humans in the square area would not be engulfed in darkness, and even the traces of existence would die.
"Yes." Lumian laughed.
He handed the white candle in his hand to Franca, walked to the mottled column carved with a large number of symbols such as the "Sun Emblem", sunflowers and radioactive lines, and respectfully spread his arms and prayed sincerely:
"Praise the sun!"
His plan was to use the catacombs themselves and the protection of this sacrificial square to suppress the effects of the remnants of the Sauron family's bloodline and fateful contamination in their bodies.
According to his experience, a large part of such influences come from the outside world, from the corresponding sources, such as the sealed Buddha Munda in the depths of the underground palace. Sauron and the forces of fate outside the barrier.
Without this part of the impact, the rest is the erosion caused by the internal pollution taking advantage of the temporary loss of balance in the physical state and the change in the seal during the promotion, Lumian has deeply experienced it three times before and feels that it is completely bearable, because the external help of these pollution will be suppressed and weakened by the special catacombs and the protection of the pillars of sacrifice.
The original inspiration for this scheme came from the formation of the extraordinary accessory "Beatrice's Necklace", which came from the idea that Madame "Magician" could sever ties and prevent the Gift Power from returning to the mother body, such as the area around the Samaritan Spring.
Lumian felt that although this sacrificial square in the catacombs was definitely not as special as the area around the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", it would not be much worse.
Moreover, the sacredness of this sacrificial square comes from the blessing of the righteous gods, and Lumian doesn't have to worry about his behavior of taking magic potions here to promote himself will attract backlash from the surrounding environment.
Seeing Lumian sincerely praising the sun there, Franka was a little dumbfounded for a moment.
It's really under the "watching" of the gods!
But aren't you afraid that you, who are actually believers in Mr. "Fool", will be directly purified?
After completing the prayer, Lumian returned to Franka, took out a beautifully shaped perfume bottle and handed it over.
"This is?" Franka asked suspiciously.
"Gray amber perfume." Lumian's expression darkened under the flickering of the candle, "After I take the magic potion, you observe my reaction, and if you think something is wrong, unscrew the lid and bring the mouth of the bottle to my nose."
He was worried that the situation would become more serious, and he might not have the ability to open the perfume bottle, and if he used it from the beginning, his subconscious would remember that it was made by himself, which may lead to a lack of effect.
"Okay." Seeing that Lumian had no intention of explaining, Franka suppressed her curiosity and did not ask.
Lumian glanced at the wide stone steps leading to the second level of the catacombs and added:
"One more thing you need to do is stop tourists from disturbing me."
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Franka rolled her eyes.
Does this still need to be explained?
Lumian didn't say anything more, and took out a beer glass made of crystal from his satchel.
He used a graduated cylinder to first put in the dark red "wax figure" blood, a full 80 ml, and then threw the venom glands of the mutant black spider, 10 grams of amber powder and two white oak fruits collected in the previous month or so.
These materials may have strong spirituality or corresponding symbols mixed together, and there was no instant melting, but there was a certain amount of black foam floating.
Lumian then gently sank the blood-colored thing that shrunk the human brain and the withered heart that was shriveled and blackened into the blood.
With a sizzle, the blood-stained mist filled out and shrank back, and all the solids quickly decomposed and blended with each other, making the color of the magic medicine darker and darker.
The gurgling bubbles burst and burst, and in the end, the liquid inside the beer glass turned iron-black, with a large amount of red rust floating on it.
Seeing this, Franka muttered in a low voice:
"Sure enough, the heart of playing tactics is dirty, and the magic potion is so dirty......"
Looking at the deep, dark, bloody underwater potion, Lumian took off his satchel and military wine jug and threw them aside.
After he threw the "lie" to Franka, he exhaled slowly and adjusted his state.
After twenty or thirty seconds, he sat down cross-legged, picked up the beer glass with his wrist very firmly, and drank the magic potion without the slightest hesitation.
This magic potion has a strong rusty smell, and the entrance is cold, like a snake-like creature crawling through the dark, slippery and cold.
Lumian's body was not burned like the previous times, as if he was being burned, but his whole body was cold, and he felt that all the flames had been sucked away by the magic potion.
At the same time, a familiar throbbing pain began in his head, and hallucinations quickly appeared before his eyes - all his thoughts and information became substance, connected together in the form of miniature drawings, forming a cobweb of intertwined layers.
This caused Lumian's brain to split into pieces, and a faint sound of horror in his ears seemed to come from infinity and seemed to be close to him, accompanied by the spread of violent and crazy emotions.
But none of this was serious, the severe pain caused by the former did not make Lumian almost unconscious, and he instinctively rolled, but his expression was unconsciously distorted and ferocious, his hands were clenched, and he snorted in pain uncontrollably, while the latter was completely within the tolerance of the "mendicant monk".
Lumian's right palm was stimulated and vaguely heated.
Finally, the flames came, and this time, it was concentrated in Lumian's brain, unreal and illusory.
During this process, Franka, who was watching, wanted to open the bottle of perfume several times, but as soon as such an idea occurred, Lumian became a little more normal.
It was very slow to say, but it actually took only twenty or thirty seconds, Lumian's clenched hands slowly let go, and the twisted facial muscles gradually reset.
Shout...... Lumian exhaled a scorching air stream and opened his eyes.
"Successful?" Franka asked subconsciously.
Lumian felt the tingling in his head and body, and responded amusedly:
"If you don't succeed, you have already started fighting with me who is out of control."
This was actually a little easier than his previous three promotions.
"Who knows if the 'conspirator' lost control and pretended to be a normal person and secretly attacked me......" Franka knew that she was quick-witted just now, but she still instinctively argued.
Lumian raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his forehead, feeling pain as pain, and his thoughts seemed clearer than ever.
He quickly recalled the events that had happened before, and was keenly aware that there might be something wrong with some of their details.
This is something he hadn't discovered before.
For example, according to the nightmare, Ellet, a poet who often participates in the king's cake game, should have been half-waxed long ago and could go crazy at any time to harm himself or hurt those around him, but he was not only fine, but also went in and out of the Sacred Heart Monastery in question, and happened to see Albus. Medici!
ps: Thank you chrisd friends for rewarding the Silver League~
(End of this chapter)