Lumian heard strange voices that seemed to come from a very distant place, so far away that they could never be reached.
His heart tightened, and he immediately took off the "Eye of Truth", but the voice did not disappear:
Bang, bang, bang, it was like two stones colliding with each other, Lumian even intuitively "saw" the emergence of Mars, saw dry leaves and branches set on fire, and around the fire were white bones, a dark cave that I didn't know how deep it was, and a howl like a wolf howling outside;
Dong, dong, dong, the leather drum was beaten, and the sound of various ancient musical instruments echoed in Lumian's ears, solemn, sacred, magnificent, and the image that was poured into his mind changed - on the huge altar in the wilderness, a figure with a face covered with beads, wearing a gorgeous high crown on his head, and wearing a dark black robe walked up the steps step by step, and around him, people who painted their faces like evil spirits were dancing almost crazy to the beat of the drum, and suddenly, the sky darkened, A face seemed to peek out from the low-hanging dark clouds, and the priests wearing ornate crowns raised their heads and let the bead-like things slide to the sides, revealing a face full of horror;
High-pitched, distant, and desolate voices penetrated the sky and resounded throughout the earth, Lumian's body and mind seemed to be shocked, and a vast and boundless plateau appeared in front of his eyes, on the plateau, the trees withered, the grass was sparse, and loess and stones were exposed everywhere, here, a large number of ravines crisscrossed were like wrinkles on the old man's face, separating the dead and silent towns, a huge river rushing here, mighty and unstoppable, but dyed with murky yellow;
The sound of ding ding dong dong like pearls falling into a porcelain plate was clear and soft, coming from a strangely shaped wooden pavilion, the buildings around it were burning violently, and there were bursts of shouting and killing movement on the river ahead.
In the melodious and melodious singing, women in strange long dresses stood on the stage, singing with moving expressions, below were humans sitting around different tables, they were drinking alcoholic beverages, enjoying the performance in the dim lights, outside the place of this suspected bar dance hall, the gunshots were like firecrackers, citizens fell to death on the streets, vicious soldiers rushed over, stabbing those who were still struggling with bayonets attached to guns, buildings burning in the distance, and firelight rushed into the sky......
These sounds and pictures poured into Lumian's head in the form of a torrent, causing his eyes to be bloodshot, his head was abnormally swollen, as if it was about to explode, and his thoughts were completely muddled.
Neither Franka nor Jana noticed Lumian's abnormality, because they were dealing with Gardner in the mirror with all their might. Martin.
First, Franka pressed the black flame to the mirror smeared with the target's blood, and successfully saw the enemy weakened by the explosion of desire burning black flames, and the spirit body was traumatized.
Click.
In the mirror, Gardner was shattered, his figure outlined nearby, and his eyes were no longer in a trance.
At this moment, Janna, who had been moving at high speed, turned around from time to time, and caught the target as soon as possible, also placed the makeup mirror smeared with Gardner's blood in the mirror flat, and pressed the black flame in her hand up.
In the mirror, Gardner was ignited by the witch's black flame again and suffered a fatal curse.
He shattered like a mirror again, and his figure appeared next to the black pillar.
His right hand reached into his pocket, as if he wanted to take out a mirror, combine nails, hair, blood and other mediums to cut off the connection between the source of the curse and himself in an alternative way.
But at this time, Franka, who was also moving at high speed, leaned back slightly, lifted the mirror in his palm, and contacted the other hand holding the "torture" fist glove, burning with black flames.
In the mirror, Gardner rose with black flames from the inside out, and there was no chance to use the mirror magic that evaded the curse.
In this way, Franka and Jane kept rotating, one in and one backward, one cursing and one waiting, as if they were performing a duet with their own dance.
After five or six more curses, Gardner froze in front of a gray-white stone pillar in the mirror, no longer shattered like a mirror.
He quickly weakened in the silent burning black flames, almost unconscious.
Seeing this, Franka dropped the "torture" glove, pulled out the "shelling gun", pulled the hammer, and aimed at the target.
Bang!
The iron-black bullet pierced Gardner's head in the mirror, ripping open his skull and shattering his head.
In the mirror, Gardner's almost headless body shook a few times and plunged to the ground.
The corpse quickly faded, leaving only a mirror fragment with an almost dull surface, as if coated with black paint, looking very strange.
On the other side, the observant Anthony. Red noticed Lumian's abnormality and ran close to him, trying to "appease" him, but no matter how the "psychiatrist" tried, Lumian's face became more and more distorted, and the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, as if they would burst at any moment.
"There is a situation here!" After Anthony saw Gardner's death in the mirror out of the corner of his eye, he immediately informed Franka and Jenna, hoping that the two witches could find a way to solve Lumian's current abnormality.
But after an instant, the dark mirror fragment glowed with a shimmering light.
The surroundings suddenly became dim and transparent, and the world seemed to be instantly packed into a container made of mirrors.
In the depths of the dark, shadowy "mirror container", something was angry, so much so that the air turned into substance and pressed down from different directions.
Although they saw nothing and heard nothing, Franka, Jenna, and Anthony still felt a strong sense of fear, and their bodies seemed to have been thrown into an ice cave, freezing in an instant.
Suddenly, they vaguely heard a sigh, a sigh from a woman.
The black giant pillar not far away then lit up with a dim light, and the tiny snake-like black hair lurking in the void retracted one after another, building a barrier around the square, forming a giant ball of black hair.
Franka and the others suddenly felt a sense of peace, no longer affected by fear, and no longer so frozen that they couldn't even lift their hands.
At this time, Lumian still had various voices echoing in his mind, as well as various pictures presented, and his reason was gradually eroded by madness.
Suddenly, he heard a voice.
It was a sigh from a man.
Then, he saw a face, a figure.
It was a man sitting cross-legged in a quiet room, wearing a high crown and a blue robe.
The man's face was like beautiful jade, but there was a sadness and pain hidden in his eyes that could not be dissolved, and he was described as quite dry.
He looked at Lumian, looked at the pictures, and lifted the brown stick beside him, inlaid with white filaments.
In the sigh, the other voices Lumian heard and the other scenes he saw all disappeared.
They turned into a series of shrill screams, superimposed on each other, as if cursing.
Although Lumian couldn't understand what they were shouting, the word echoed in his mind in the purest form of knowledge, allowing him to figure out what it meant without mastering the corresponding language.
The voices that converged into a torrent were screaming full of resentment and hatred:
"Heavenly Master!"
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At the bottom of the deep valley quarry, the hall where the machinery was running wildly had already collapsed, and many members of the "Mechanical Heart" had suffered varying degrees of injuries and consciously evacuated here to avoid affecting their teammates' battles.
The mechanical giant Claude suddenly stopped moving, and countless roars superimposed on top of each other echoed in his ears.
In the midst of the roar, a sigh descended from a high place, inspiring a wilderness that could not be clearly seen.
On the wilderness, countless figures wandered, sometimes looking at the sky and screaming.
Seeing this change, Archbishop Horamik did not take the opportunity to deal with the mechanical giant Claude, but quickly withdrew from the crumbling hall with the remaining members of "Mechanical Heart" and exited the illusory vague wilderness.
The mechanical giant Claude had prosthetic eyes like rubies and emeralds, and suddenly dimmed.
He seemed to have lost his sanity, slowly turning his body, step by step into the "wilderness", as if he was about to join the figures that were wandering forever.
Halfway through, the mechanical giant Claude turned his head to the sound of the gears turning and looked at Archbishop Horamik and the others.
A smile that was indescribable appeared on the face made of metal parts.
In the next second, the mechanical giant Claude retracted his gaze and continued to move forward.
His figure gradually became illusory, and finally went deep into the wilderness and disappeared with it.
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In the depths of Quaternary Trier, next to the gray and white mist that was as thick as a wall.
The figures of "magician" and "justice" are outlined, and their eyes are locked on "Ms. Tsuki" who has lost her veil and has a blank expression.
The giver of the "Great Mother", the lady who gave birth to the gods, stood in front of the gray mist, and the shadows were scorched.
Seeing this scene, both "magician" and "justice" were surprised.
Almost at the same time, the gray and white mist that was as thick as a wall expanded, like a beating heart.
Immediately afterwards, a high-ranking aura that looked down on all living beings and made people want to surrender rose rapidly, suppressing the sighs that had echoed earlier.
The gray and white mist in this area then went crazy, spreading in all directions again, making the gray fog of the entire Quaternary Trier even thicker.
"He?"
"So it's him?"
In the silent whispers of "justice" and "magician", because they are not targeted, they can endure the corresponding negative effects and continue their actions.
The dazed "Moon Lady" was suddenly shrouded in bright starlight.
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Above the wilderness, Snarna. Einhorn and the "Iron Cross" president Dist and other strong people once again put Vermunda. Sauron, the angel who lost control and became a giant of disaster, was restrained, but he was also counterattacked and was retreating, unable to seize the opportunity.
At this moment, the gray mist that shrouded the ruins of Quaternary Trier rolled violently, as if the entire city came to life.
The rolling gray mist instantly stretched into a spear that could shatter mountains, and aimed at the restricted Fomunda. Sauron flew over.
In an instant, the spear made of gray mist burned violently, turning purple with an aura that was high above to conquer it all.
Whether it's Snarna. Einhorn, Dist, or Vermonda. Sauron, at this moment, seemed to see the city in the fog, both physically and mentally shocked, and did not dare to resist for a while.
Xuanhe's purple flame spear spanned a considerable distance and pierced through Formunda. Sauron, the Calamity Giant who had not yet regained his mobility, cracked his chest and nailed him to the wilderness.
The purple flames dispersed, and a figure stood up from a squatting state on one knee.
He was young and handsome, wearing black armor stained with blood and long red hair, but there was a rotten wound on each side of his cheek, and the center of his eyebrows highlighted a red mark like a flag, which was bright and dripping.
(End of this chapter)