"You have recovered." Jane whispered a reminder to Lumian.
She didn't dare to speak loudly because she was afraid of provoking her companion and causing him to reappear like the mutation just now, and she was also worried that it would attract the gaze of the giant who was shrouded in smoke and heavy rain and couldn't see the specific appearance clearly, but felt very dangerous.
Lumian suddenly looked into Jenna's eyes and saw that he had returned to his normal state inside.
He replied subconsciously:
"This means that the 'hostel ritual' that those evil god believers secretly engaged in using me as a template has ended......"
Speaking of this, Lumian suddenly became alert and quickly looked around.
Now that the "Hostel Ritual" is over, based on the experience just now, the other twelve "rooms" should also enter here!
As far as Lumian's gaze could reach, he saw a strange area covered with light black stone tiles.
In addition to not extending to the magnificent city in the distance and the giants in the weather chaos, this almost occupied Lumian's field of vision.
And every twenty or thirty meters, a gray-white stone pillar towered here, the thickness of the stone pillar was three or four people hugging each other, some of it had collapsed, and some of it pointed straight into the sky, blocking Lumian and Jane's view of looking behind.
The sky, which is supported by stone pillars, presents a strange transparency, as if something is burning quietly there, but cannot be seen with the naked eye.
This brought a certain amount of light, and the brightness was close to the dusk of the ruined battlefield, allowing Lumian, who had no "dark vision", to see everything in the range clearly even if he did not create a red fireball.
He did not find the gift of the evil god such as Madame Puaris.
"The guests of the 'hostel' didn't come in? Or are they scattered in different places and arrive at random locations?" Lumian asked questions to himself.
This time, he didn't muttering in his heart anymore, hoping that Jane Na could grasp the corresponding information.
Although Jane Na didn't understand what "random" was, she probably understood what Lumian meant.
She didn't ask any questions, and brought the topic to the most important thing:
"What are you doing now?"
At the same time, Jian Na had a certain association in her heart:
The "hostel" was created using the Shire as a template...... According to the occult knowledge involved in the witch's curse, could it be that there is also an evil god gifter living in him? Belch...... He seemed to have mentioned before that he had the seal of Mr. "Fool" on his body, and the seal was the gift of the evil god? The change just now was actually similar to the effect of a curse, but because of the existence of the seal, it did not cause serious consequences?
What to do? Lumian glanced at the wandering giant surrounded by smoke, heavy rain, lightning, flames, etc., his figure was extremely blurry, and only the outline was visible, and he laughed:
"The most important thing to do now is to distance yourself from that giant.
"Let's run in the opposite direction of the city, find a hidden place to hide, see what changes will happen later, and try to find the exit as soon as possible."
Although Lumian felt that the giant and the city had a strong attraction to him, as if he was constantly calling out to him, he no longer had an angelic person, and he did not need to endure the physical magnet-like suction, and he would not move in that direction uncontrollably, and he could weigh the pros and cons and situations more rationally and soberly.
That giant is very dangerous at first glance, it is definitely a creature with divinity, and there is a high probability that it is still in a state of madness.
And if that city is really Trier of the Fourth Age, there must be many demigods who died in it, some of whom have become undead like old bones, and will emit all kinds of pollution. Tuduo's breath didn't feel as relaxed, comfortable, and fearless as returning to Kordu Village before it was contaminated.
If he entered Trier of the Fourth Age with such an idea, he might become an irrational, forever wandering monster sealed by angels in the blink of an eye.
After saying that, Lumian turned his body and ran in the opposite direction of the giant figure in the changeable weather, far away from the magnificent city.
You have to distance yourself as soon as possible, no one knows if the wandering giant will make a sound!
And many high-ranking uncontrolled voices are difficult damage to the extraordinary in the middle and low sequences.
Jane believed the experienced Ciel and followed the companion lightly, bypassing the towering and collapsing gray stone pillars, and penetrating deep into the area paved with light black stone tiles.
As he ran, Lumian's brows furrowed slightly.
He felt that after experiencing the battle of the world in the painting and doing many "spiritual shuttles", his spirituality was greatly consumed, and if he encountered an accident again, he really didn't know how long he could last.
I have to find a way to restore some spirituality...... The reality is that it is midnight, hiding until six o'clock in the morning? Lumian thought as he ran.
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Turning over to the false market area on the ground, heavy rain poured down on Safali and other "rooms".
They were standing on the street opposite the Breeze Ballroom, with different colors of light shining on their chests.
One figure after another drilled out, penetrated the void, and fell into the deep darkness, into the iron-black gate stained with blood and red rust in the depths of the darkness.
Safari stared at this scene in a daze, her empty eyes and dull expression suddenly became a little sad, and her long brown hair was already soaked.
Gabriel beside her showed obvious joy, and asked in a wandering voice:
"Is it over?
"Can we be together forever?"
Safali's rain-covered face twisted, and she said to Gabriel:
"Get out of here, stay away from me!"
"Why?" Gabriel had a hard time understanding.
Safari's mission as a "hostel room" has been completed, so there should be nothing else, right?
The monster will return to the monster's daily life.
Safari said bitterly:
"If the guests leave, the rooms in the 'hostel' have no value......"
Before she could finish speaking, a pair of dragonfly-like transparent wings suddenly grew behind her, and the patterns on them were one after another open, indifferent eyes.
Silently, Safali's body collapsed, and the wet lake blue dress lost its support and fell to the ground, on top of which were clumps of wriggling flesh, each of which had dragonfly-like, very dreamy wings and a large number of patterns like eyes.
Safali's head was still intact, it was surrounded by blood dragonflies, and a few ears of wheat and a few mushrooms grew on its face, and drop after drop of rain smashed there and slid down again.
She opened her mouth as if she was leading to another world, and her voice became sharp:
"We are not givers, but the work of the elves!
"Let's go!"
Gabriel stared blankly at the Safali, which was made up of blood dragonflies and heads, and an indescribable sadness appeared on his empty and indifferent face.
In the environment where heavy rain and sunshine coexisted, he instinctively ran out a few steps and stopped again.
The playwright turned around and walked back to Safali step by step.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled both dull and quite gentlely:
"I forgot, I'm already a monster, where can I go?
"I'm glad you let me run by myself in the end."
Gabriel said as he bent down so that his knees touched the ground and standing water.
He hugged the countless blood dragonflies and Safali's struggling heads, and then kissed them deeply on the lips with ears of wheat and mushrooms.
Puff puff, those blood dragonflies cut his flesh and blood with their wings, burrowed into his body, and sucked his life.
He was still kissing.
Crashing, the pouring rain hit the two of them.
It didn't take long for the pair of transparent and dreamy wings to emerge from Gabriel's back, stained with blood.
In the creepy gnawing sound, Gabriel's body collapsed and melted, as did Saffari's head.
In the final bloodstain, "dragonflies" with transparent wings and strangely shaped like meat balls flew up, like bright fireworks blooming in a torrential rain.
Suddenly, the blazing sunlight fell, enveloping the area and the body that had changed.
Not far away, Angoulême, Valente, and Imre opened their arms half-open at the same time.
Back in the Church of Saint-Robles, they were not affected by the ritual just now, and there was no reversal of the real and the illusory, they remained on the ground, and after the situation stabilized, they rushed to the Breeze Ballroom area.
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Erato district, Monastery of the Sacred Heart.
Violent storms and lightning and thunder surrounded the golden sun, but they could not stop the sunlight from shining out for the time being.
This blurred the entrance to the Breeze Ballroom, shaking but not yet disappearing, and the world in the painting turned to the ground gradually became illusory, getting closer and closer to returning to the rock wall.
After "Magician" and "Justice" got rid of the erosion of the sun, they found that they had lost the trace of "Lady Moon".
The former immediately lit up one bright star after another around him, and the same was true in his eyes.
Soon, she "saw" the figure of "Ms. Moon".
The evil god's favored person did not make any concealment, and forcibly entered the darkness that was no longer stable and the mysterious and illusory iron gate.
With a flash of starlight, the two major arcana cards "Magician" and "Justice" also came to the outside of the Breeze Ballroom.
Both of them were a little hesitant and didn't know whether to chase them in.
At this time, "Justice" snorted softly:
"I feel that the attraction and summoning of the underground has become very weak and weak......"
The reason why they had scruples just now was because once they entered the depths of the earth and entered the Trier of the Fourth Age, they would suffer a great and extremely terrifying pollution for the demigods.
Those evil god believers had nothing to do with it, they were already crazy in nature anyway, at most they were a little more complicated and thorough, but they had to think about this issue.
"Is the pollution getting weaker?" "Magician" was stunned for a moment.
As far as she knows, there are currently only two beings who can make this phenomenon happen:
One is Mr. "Fool" or "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", they can temporarily strengthen the power of the seal, so that the various pollutions in Trier in the Fourth Age are bound, thus weakened.
The other is the god who initially controlled the biggest anomaly underground:
"The Creator of all, the all-knowing and all-powerful God, the Lord behind the curtain of shadow, the ruler of the spiritual world, the fallen nature of all living beings."
(End of this chapter)