Boorman's raised hands sprinkled with fluorescent powder.
This made his body lighter and more transparent, as if he had become a creature from the spirit world, which was difficult for normal people to see.
In the blink of an eye, the "devil wizard" disappeared in place.
Lumian did not try to stop or avoid a possible attack, and unhurriedly took out the "Torture" gloves with iron black spikes from the "Traveler's Bag" and put them on his hands.
As soon as he finished doing this, he squatted down on one knee and pressed his hands to the ground.
The crimson flames spread in all directions with Lumian's body as the center of the circle, interspersed with a large number of explosions.
In the rumbling sound, the fire waves rolled, dominating this windy and barren land with gray and black as the main color, and Boorman's figure in a black robe and hood appeared in mid-air.
He was slowly flying towards Lumian, closing the distance between the two sides.
Lumian's figure suddenly disappeared, outlining behind Boorman.
"Shuttle through the spiritual world"!
Immediately afterwards, Lumian, who was holding a red and almost white fireball in his left hand, snorted.
Two white lights erupted from inside his nose and landed on Boorman's body.
Floating in mid-air, Boorman did not pass out directly like last time, his body shook for a while, and he forcibly turned around, looking at Lumian who was falling into the sea of fire on the ground.
In the center of his eyebrows, the illusory vertical eyes of deep purple and almost black stood out, and Lumian's figure was reflected in the pale patterns.
Almost at the same time, a thin and tall black shadow precipitated from inside Boorman's body, and not far away, arms made of white bones or rotten and oozing pus protruded from the void, surrounded by a transparent and thin Boorman figure.
He used witchcraft just now, not to stealthily approach Lumian and attack the other party, but to quietly exchange his own spirit with the necromancer he was driving to set a trap to induce the enemy to attack his body with that strange spell.
In this case, the existence of no own spiritual body means that it will not be affected by the ability to target the spiritual body!
Then, Boorman can seize the opportunity and use the "Eye of the Spirit" to deter the enemy and create an opportunity for the driven necromancers.
This time, he would no longer deeply spy on the secrets of the other party's spirit body, he wanted to find out the weaknesses, kill them with one blow, and absorb the corresponding occult knowledge!
After suffering a big loss from the "Hum Ha Technique" last night, he used this ability as a breakthrough from the beginning.
In an instant, Boorman's spirit once again completed the exchange with the thin and tall black shadow and returned to his body.
With this act, Lumian once again had that feeling of being shocked and suppressed, like being frozen, and around him, terrifying arms covered with ulcerative sarcoma or with one eye stretched out from the void and grabbed his body.
At this moment, the red and near-white fireball held by Lumian in his left hand exploded.
Boom!
Most of the power of the explosion was blocked by the "torture" gloves, but this was not a full-coverage glove, and the exposed part of Lumian's left palm was blurred.
The intense, familiar pain pierced his brain, his spirit, and brought him back to his senses briefly from the shock of being suppressed.
Seizing this moment of sobriety, Lumian once again activated the black mark on his right shoulder, disappearing above the sea of fire, and disappearing into the strangely shaped necromancer arms extending from the void.
He was also wary of the shock of Boorman's illusory eye.
The red and near-white fireball he was holding in his left hand was the kind with a very unstable structure, and he had to be distracted at all times to maintain it in order to maintain a normal state.
If this still fails to interrupt the shock of the "illusory eye", the sea of fire below is Lumian's second preparation, and the residual breath of the "Blood Emperor" in his right hand is the last insurance.
As soon as Lumian's figure disappeared, it was once again outlined behind Boorman.
Boorman seemed to be prepared, and his hands suddenly raised back, spilling some kind of powder that looked like a tree grinding.
In the crackling sound, clusters of silvery-white electric light fell on Lumian's head, like the lord of the storm descending divine punishment from the sky again and again.
For most extraordinaires, this was an attack that was enough to paralyze and tremble, but Lumian's figure showed no signs of resemblance, but instead was like a reflection in the water, shattered in the raging lightning.
The real Lumian was actually curled up at the bottom of the figure, and what Boorman hit just now was the phantom he created using the "Face of Nisser"!
The "Face of Nesser" is essentially an illusion, but it cannot be used on other people or other items, and must be based on itself, so Lumian pretends to be a root system, and the branches and flowers above belong to derived illusions.
This is not fundamentally different from using the "Face of Nisser" to make yourself look taller and stronger.
In the crackling and flickering electric light, the falling Lumian condensed two crimson fireballs on the soles of his feet and behind his back.
Boom!
The fireball exploded, lifting him up and throwing him at the floating Boorman.
The opponent was extremely fast and close to each other, and Boorman had no time to dodge, so he could only slightly turn his body sideways, and a spear made of white bones grew from his shoulder, the tip of which was extremely sharp.
Lumian had a smile on his face, and he didn't dodge or dodge, letting the white bone spear penetrate his right chest.
With a pop, he swung his left fist and hit Boorman's side face hard, causing the "devil wizard" to tilt his head, and deep blood-stained and pus-stained holes appeared on his face.
The black mark on Lumian's right shoulder lit up again.
His figure disappeared beside Boorman, among the tall and thin black shadows and other undead creatures that gathered around, leaving only the bone spear stained with his blood but burning fiercely.
This time, the place where Lumian appeared was dozens of meters away, on the edge of that sea of fire.
The wound on his right chest was hideous, blood was dripping, and he already had a dark red black bone flute in his hand.
"Hate the Movement"!
Lumian brought the bone flute to his mouth, and as he stepped back, he blew a sad and melodious melody.
Turning the illusory eye again, Boorman, who was about to chase after him, was stunned for a moment, and even the necromancers with him became stiff.
Suddenly, blood and pus flowed from Boorman's eyes, nose, mouth, ears and other places, and there seemed to be a dull and invisible explosion happening in his body.
His anger, paranoia, and desire for revenge were detonated by the "Hate Movement".
This left him with a heavy blow.
Lumian did not play the "Hate Movement" at the beginning because Boorman was different from other extraordinary people, and others had to look for the problem, he had too many problems:
His mental state is very unstable; His psychological problems are extremely serious; His desire to resurrect his wife and to seek revenge on the archipelago liar was seriously excessive; His body has been transformed into the realm of "Death", and he was seriously injured under Lumian's blow last night, which has a lot of hidden dangers......
If it only detonates desires and emotions, then it's okay, if Boorman's mental state loses even the most basic constraints, then this "devil wizard" is likely to lose control on the spot and become a monster with mixed abilities.
That kind of monster is likely to be more difficult to deal with than Boorman!
Therefore, after Lumian did not achieve the effect of "Hum Ha Technique", he immediately switched to "torture" gloves to ignite Boorman's corresponding desires and emotions, so that when using the "Hate Movement" in the future, there is a high probability that the target's emotions and desires will be detonated, causing him to suffer heavy damage.
Looking at Boorman, who was in a state of explosion of emotions and desires, falling straight into the sea of fire, Lumian was another "spirit shuttle" and flashed in front of the other party.
Bang bang bang!
He opened his arms and bombarded him repeatedly, hitting Boorman's body repeatedly.
On the surface of his fists, the red and almost white fireballs were compressing layer by layer.
Bang bang bang, "torture" was like a double-headed python, constantly tearing and biting pieces of flesh and blood from the surface of Boorman's body.
Boom!
Around Lumian, clusters of crimson fireballs exploded in an attitude that was not afraid of waste, blocking the thin and tall black shadows, strange arms and other necromancers from interfering with them.
One punch, two punches, three punches, his eyes were full of bloody Boorman.
At this moment, he thought of the village destroyed by Boorman, and of the innocent people who died because of him.
How many of them are other people's beloved wives, waiting husbands, dependent parents, and children in the palm of their hands?
Kordu Village was destroyed by the ambitions of the evil gods, what were those innocent people for?
Lumian's eyes gradually turned red, and his fists became more and more forceful.
This time, instead of substituting Boorman, he substituted for the villages he destroyed and the innocent people he killed.
Wasn't this the case in the original Kordu Village?
The ambitions of those evil gods are to blame!
In just a few seconds, Boorman, who was in severe pain, woke up, and a strange cold and incomprehensible sound came out of his throat.
The voice seemed to strip Lumian of his flesh and blood completely, exposing his spirit body to dangerous sunlight and gray and black grit.
Lumian's movements were slow, and the strangely shaped arms finally reached in, dragging Boorman away from the area.
Shout...... Lumian exhaled and recovered.
He didn't chase after him, he quietly looked at the void in front of him, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.
Boom!
In the violent fire that suddenly emerged, Boorman's body emerged, and it was torn apart in the internal explosion.
"Ignition"!
"Hunter's "fire"!
Lumian was actually irrational just now, his best choice should be to take advantage of Boorman's emotions and desires to be detonated, and directly attack his vital points with the "Hate Movement" and kill him with one blow, but he wanted to beat him, punch him, beat the "self" that made him afraid and was hidden in the dark of his heart!
Plop down, Boorman's head fell to the ground.
In a trance, he saw a slender figure with black hair and blue eyes, and a delicate face.
It was his wife, Helen.
You, are you back? Boorman couldn't help but smile and wanted to stretch out his arm.
He had no arms.
He gradually lost consciousness, and there was darkness in front of him, as if there was sunlight hidden in the depths.
"The Devil Wizard" Boorman, died.
ps: Thank you Zhu Junyu for rewarding the Silver League~
(End of this chapter)