Chapter 696 Golden Corpse
Looking at the mask in his hand, which was made of gold and had white or black oil paint around his eyes and face, Lumian decisively put it on his face.
The cold feeling quickly soaked into his skin, and the heaviness of the gold was unusually real.
Lumian's head was in a trance, and his eyes looked through the mask at the entrance of the black ancient tomb, and at the end of the river of dead silence that had mostly subsided.
This time, he finally saw a slightly blurred figure.
The figure wore a strange, rusty iron crown, a dark robe with many strange patterns, a face like white jade, dark eyes as if hiding all night, and a fluttering pale beard on his mouth and jaw.
At this time, the old man crossed his legs, folded his hands in his sleeves, and sat with his back against the door of the open tomb of the black ancient tomb, his expression cold and indifferent, like a statue.
While Lumian looked over, the old man also looked at him, his dark eyes seemed to reflect him, and it seemed that a large number of layers of phantoms had emerged.
Wow!
Behind the old man, an even more illusory and almost lightless water wave rippled in the void, and a huge figure wearing blood-stained armor roared loudly, trying to get closer.
This made Lumian's right palm instantly hot.
At this moment, the old man wearing a rotten rusty iron crown and a strange robe let his hands out of his sleeves.
The skin of those two hands was pale and dull, but they still had the texture of jade, and their backs were cracked one after another, and each crack was either covered with white feathers stained with light butter, or it flowed out rotten and yellowed pus.
Seeing this scene, Lumian's thoughts suddenly disappeared, and his whole body seemed to be falling in the icy darkness where he couldn't see the bottom deeply.
A familiar burning sensation appeared on his left chest, which, along with the hot, crazy, and violent palm of his right palm, awakened Lumian's consciousness, allowing him to find a support point in that darkness, a rope to hold onto.
Lumian gained the ability to think and saw that the dark eyes that hid the whole night highlighted the almost black blood vessels, stained with the madness of burying everything and ending everything.
Those eyes closed, and the illusory water waves and huge figures behind him disappeared.
Lumian's vision began to spread around, and his ability to sense the outside was fully restored.
He immediately felt a strong sense of pain.
Lumian suddenly lowered his head and looked at his right hand, and found that from the wrist to the back of the hand, there were one after another disgusting pimples that were about to crack, and the hair grew on them, which seemed to have become a lot thicker and whiter.
He flipped his palm directly above and saw the "Blood Emperor" Alistair. The imprint brought by Tuduo's residual breath was completely revealed, bright red.
And these branding pieces are surrounded by rotten flesh and blood, oozing pus, and pale skin.
Lumian frowned suddenly.
When the remnants of the "Blood Emperor" were completely stimulated, none of the people around Amandina, Lugano and others showed panic and fear, and he himself did not sense the extremely crazy and extremely violent thoughts!
"This ......
"The figure wearing blood-stained armor just now seems to be the 'Blood Emperor' Alistair. Tudor......
"The feeling here is also closer to the Samaritan Woman's Spring...... The figure sitting at the door of the tomb is the underworld in the mouth of the 'Armor Shadow'?
"Why did he and the 'Blood Emperor' appear here again, shouldn't he be at the source of the 'Samaritan Woman's Fountain'? Are the two connected?
"The underworld Daoist just discovered that I had the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' on my body, and sealed it with ease, so that even if I was fully stimulated, I could no longer show the momentum of a crazy 'Red Priest'?
"Uh, I don't know if it's because of the existence of Mr. 'Fool's seal, or because I'm wearing the golden mask of 'Hisoka', the underworld didn't directly let me feather, nor did I force me into a state of loss of control......"
Lumian quickly figured out what had happened to him, and at this time, the situation inside changed again as the feathered demon entered the Black Tomb.
The interior of the tomb, which had been silent and quiet, made a rustling sound, making the sound of metal colliding with stone.
In the next second, a golden figure of Huang Chengcheng appeared beside the underworld Daoist and appeared at the door of the tomb.
The figure was covered with gold, with long limbs, and his face was wearing a gold mask with white and black oil paints.
It belongs to the same kind as the one on Lumian's face and the head of a pale goat!
The figure wearing the golden mask showed a straight and stiff state, as if his limbs had not yet been activated, relying purely on the strength of his waist, he sat up from the lying corpse posture.
It closed its eyes and turned its head to the pale goat closest to it.
The pale goat aura instantly became ordinary, and it could no longer walk on the river of dead silence, it quickly rotted and sank, and quickly disappeared.
The golden figure with his eyes closed turned his head to the tattered evil rag doll again.
The eerie vines on the surface of the ragdoll's gothic dress suddenly came to life, wrapping around the ragdoll one after another, causing it to fall to the ground powerlessly and lose its movement.
The head of the corpse in the tomb then turned to the green-eyed man walking slowly.
The green-eyed man with an ugly puppet in his eyes suddenly stopped, and his body changed into a bloody piglet.
The ugly puppet fell next to the piglet, motionless, as if it had transformed into the most ordinary and common kind.
Ludwig, who trotted to the vicinity, his eyes lit up.
He jumped up, like a huge frog, pounced on the bloody piglet, grabbed the piglet's head, and bit it down.
Amandina closed her eyes in fright.
Louis. Berry's godson turned out to be such a monster?
The pig's cry sounded violently, and the corpse wearing the golden mask closed its eyes, turned its neck, and headed towards Ivelista. Eggers.
Lumian's forehead jumped suddenly, wanting to break through the sudden feeling of imprisonment oppression, and "teleported" over to take Ivelista away, but he hesitated a little.
He had been abiding by the self-restriction of not getting close to the Black Tomb just now, at most he looked at it once or twice, and now he didn't want to break this "rule", which would mean that there would be a very high risk once violated.
But Ivelista is a member of the Church of the Fools.
As soon as Lumian made a decision, the body covered in gold turned its head again, while Ivelista did not change at all, still in a state of serious injuries with weak breath.
What's going on? Why did the cold corpse of the ancient tomb let go of Ivelista? When the underworld man looked at Ivelista just now, he didn't do anything to him...... Lumian was puzzled, and the golden mask of the corpse was facing Reasa.
After the pale goat disappeared, Rhaeassa summoned an undead spirit, wrapped himself, flashed to the edge of the tomb area, and was about to flee into the jungle, but before he could make his next move, his body stiffened there.
Bang, bang, bang, on the back of Reasa's face, neck, and hands, one after another, large, wet sarcomas burst out, with disgusting mucus.
The vice-captain of the Pyros Harbor patrol team collapsed and quickly disintegrated into countless bloody sarcomas that kept wriggling between the gaps in the thin formal attire.
The undead summoned by Rheasa turned into a thin human skin and floated lightly to the ground.
Lumian's scalp was numb when he saw it, and finally broke free from the sense of captivity brought about by the corpse sitting up, and said to Lugano, Amandina and others:
"Catch me!"
He is going to "teleport" back to Tizamo Town!
At this moment, the face of the corpse wearing a golden mask turned towards him.
Lumian's body was cold, and he didn't care about Camus and the others anymore, and immediately stimulated the black mark on his right shoulder.
Suddenly, he saw the face of the cold corpse, and the eyes of the black and white oil paint peeking out from under the golden mask opened.
It was a pair of cold ice blue eyes.
Ice blue eyes? Lumian was stunned for a moment, feeling familiar.
This is ......
These are the eyes of Naples Disley!
MD, how could Napoli Disley be here? How could it be a cold corpse in a black ancient tomb?
Why can He bestow extraordinary power on the "prisoner" path?
It's fake, it's not Napoli Disley, it's just that the eyes are more like ......
Lumian was thinking about it, and saw a smile in those ice blue eyes, with a playful, enlightened, and determined smile.
This was completely different from the painful look in those icy blue eyes on Khant Island.
Suddenly, a half-withered, violently beating dark red heart flew out of the golden corpse's hands and flew out of the river of dead silence that had completely disintegrated.
A short figure pounced like a frog and grabbed the heart, it was Ludwig, whose mouth was full of blood.
The smile in the golden corpse's icy blue eyes became more relaxed.
He nodded at Lumian, took the initiative to fall backwards, and lay back in place, completely unaware of taking this opportunity to break away from the Black Tomb.
The sound of illusory water sounded, and the open door of the tomb gradually closed.
The figure sitting by the door, suspected of being a person from the underworld, disappeared.
This...... Napoli Disley's body seems to be reluctant to leave the burial chamber...... How did He lie down in the first place, and He lay down in it himself? Lumian couldn't figure out why, so he could only look at Ludwig and find that the little boy was bringing his half-withered dark red heart to his mouth.
Lumian wanted to stop it, but he didn't have the ability, and the surrounding corpses didn't seem to have the half-withered heart that attracted Ludwig more.
Bang!
The door of the tomb was completely closed, and the entire area suddenly shook.
Lumian and the others saw dream fragments one after another, and saw everything around them blurred.
After a brief trance, Lumian found himself lying in the middle of a street with no lights around, with a red moon shining high in the sky.
This is the interior of Tizamo Town.
(End of this chapter)