Chapter 698 Kolobo worries about the sky
Lumian came back to his senses, glanced at Ludwig, who was already emotionally stable, and said to Lugano, who was constantly shrinking to the corner of the bed:
"Go back to Trier tomorrow and find a psychiatrist for you, a real psychiatrist."
This is not a decision made to help Lugano, but something that has been on the agenda for a long time - "007" should have given feedback in the early morning, and then Lumian and Franka and others will discuss how to deal with the "man in the mirror" Moran. Avini.
Moreover, Lumian also plans to take this opportunity to find a safe place, extract the power of Thermiporos, and obtain the gift of "Life Hunter".
The biggest gain of his "Dream Festival" this time was that the "Reaper" magic medicine was greatly digested.
He originally knew that there were many disputes in the Southern Continent and that there were battle opportunities everywhere, which would help him digest the "Reaper" magic medicine, but he didn't expect that in less than two weeks after the promotion, the progress of the digestion of the "magic medicine" was the same as the mercury column in the mercury thermometer after it came into contact with the armpits of a living person.
"Harvesting" Father Kali, "Harvesting" and "Hisoka" dream projection, harvesting nearly twenty benefactors whose strength is equivalent to sequence 6 and sequence 5, making Lumian deeply realize the fragility of life, which is like straw under a sickle, constantly falling down and passing away with the wind as it is harvested.
In addition, after experiencing the role of the previous four sequences, Lumian feels that the "Hunter" path has significant characteristics that bring disaster, and "Reaper" is no exception.
With this role, he believes that the characteristics of "Reaper" bringing disaster are more reflected in giving destruction.
At the same time, the destruction of the enemy also gave Lumian a lot of gains.
In the blink of an eye, he summed up his first "reaper" role rules:
"Harvesting is to destroy the target and give yourself a bountiful harvest."
"For three or four similar harvests, I don't need to understand other acting rules and put them into practice to digest the 'Reaper' potion, but this kind of good thing can't always meet ......," Lumian sighed silently.
This requires gathering more than ten extraordinary sequences 6 and 5 that are clearly flawed and restrained by themselves, and there is no other interference.
Each of these conditions is difficult to meet, let alone at the same time:
First of all, whether it is taking magic potions or humans who have gained extraordinary power through gifts, due to their own paths and sequences, they have different defects, they cannot be like the gravekeepers in the "Dream Festival", dragged down by dream projection, all of them are explosive emotions and desire bombs - even if the givers are deeply influenced by evil gods, they all have more or less spiritual problems, and it is not inevitable that there will be excessive emotions and desires, some of them may just be personality alienation;
Secondly, the number of extraordinary people in Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 is not proliferated, especially the latter, which belongs to the backbone of the major forces, even if there is no force, they can form their own team, like the pirate generals, dominating one side, how can it be so easy to gather a dozen or twenty;
Thirdly, due to the occurrence of great events, the first two conditions are met, and the common flaws of those extraordinary people are not necessarily restrained by Lumian and his magical items;
Finally, during the battle, the Sequence 5 Extraordinary, as the backbone of the major forces, is likely to attract the attention of the corresponding demigods.
There are various restrictions and natural problems like the "Dream Festival", and it is extremely suitable for Lumian's occult events, perhaps only one in the past thousand years between the North and South Continents.
Hey...... Lumian couldn't help but sigh again.
At this time, Lugano was ecstatic at the news that he could return to Trier at dawn, and hurriedly replied:
"Okay, okay!"
Back in Trier, the boss has a more trusted companion, and he should no longer need to take care of Ludwig!
Lumian thought for a moment, looked at the curtains that seeped out the crimson moonlight, and asked Lugano as if he were chatting:
"Have you saved enough money to buy the 'Harvest Priest' magic medicine recipe and corresponding materials?"
Lugano was stunned for a moment and said:
"No, even the money for the magic potion formula is a little short."
Most of his current "savings" are earned from Lumian, and currently there are 15,000 Felkin, and as far as he knows, the magic potion formula for Sequence 7 normally ranges from 16,000 to 7,000 Felkin to the early 20,000s.
Lumian nodded thoughtfully:
"I will help you pay attention to the magic potion recipe and corresponding materials of the 'Harvest Priest', and I will help you make up for the lack of money, which can be regarded as a loot sharing for this adventure."
Lugano was stunned at first, then felt that his eyes were a little hot, and his vision blurred a little:
I didn't make a mistake!
My future is indeed by my boss's side!
He asked with a little unease:
"But this time it's a dream adventure, can the harvest be brought to the real world?"
Lumian answered him without words, and took out the golden mask of "Hisoka" directly from the "traveler's bag".
It's really okay...... Some special items are available? Lugano suddenly let go of his heart.
Lumian turned to look at Ludwig, who seemed to have obtained his favorite toy, and nodded slightly:
"You can continue to sleep."
Ludwig, who was wearing a blue nightcap, blinked and reached out to touch his stomach.
Grunt, grunt, his stomach was wriggling violently.
Lumian laughed at himself and took out the part of the food that Ludwig ate in his dream, including but not limited to almond pistachio cream mille-feuille cake, wine chocolate, lightning puffs, etc.
When Ludwig began to eat "quietly", Lumian returned to the room, pinched a ball of blazing white fireball, spread out the letter, took the pen, and wrote a letter to the "magician" lady.
This is a higher priority than dealing with other things.
As he wrote, Lumian thought of something:
The elders of the tomb keeper group were all killed by themselves, did that primitive tribe still have the ability to launch an attack and eliminate the dead?
Or are they still alive in the real world, waiting to drag other dead people to die when they attack the town of Tizamo?
Or will the dead exit in some other way, like the fire that happened to the Tewanako family?
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Tizamo Town, 3rd floor of the Police Headquarters.
Camus woke up suddenly, instinctively looked at the makeshift bed opposite, and found that the quilt had been lifted and Kolobo was missing.
I'm still dreaming, still in the "Dream Festival"? Camus carefully turned over and sat up, and heard a voice coming from the corner near the door.
In the darkness, he saw Kolobo squatting there, shrinking and shaking through the crimson moonlight penetrating the curtains.
"What's wrong?" Camus lowered his voice and asked softly.
Kolobo replied tremblingly:
"The sky is falling! The sky is about to fall!"
Is the sky falling? Camus amused for a moment, looked at Colobo and said:
"Would you misinterpret your hunch?"
How could the sky fall?
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Outside the town of Tizamo, on the edge of the primeval jungle.
Maslow, whose face was painted with white oil paint, walked slowly into the jungle.
It feels very bad to know that you are about to die but cannot avoid it.
Not long after he arrived in Tizamo Town, he was secretly controlled by Twanako who returned here for "vacation" and became a degenerate who monitored the situation of Father Cali and Tizamo Town.
Later, although he learned that Tewanako had been killed, the other party's dream projection appeared in his dream, telling him that it was not over.
Maislow walked forward step by step, wanting to return to the jungle and become the nourishment of a certain big tree, just like his ancestors.
As he walked, he saw nearly twenty people coming out of the nearby barracks.
Those people seemed to have noticed something unusual and were about to inspect the surroundings.
At this moment, Maslow felt that the night suddenly brightened.
He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky, and saw a violently burning boulder dragging its red flame tail down.
In the blink of an eye, the burning boulder occupied Maslow's field of vision.
It smashed into the area between the edge of the jungle and the barracks.
Boom!
The wind and waves and flying dust raised by the meteorite quickly filled the area, rising into the air and spreading out, obscuring the red moon and obscuring the starlight.
Boom!
The entire town of Tizamo seemed to have suffered a violent earthquake, with buildings shaking violently and glass shattering.
Several houses that were not strong enough quickly collapsed, burying the occupants.
Camus finally stabilized his body, and when the building stabilized, he hurriedly rushed to the broken window and looked out.
He saw that the "sky" was gray, so close that he could touch it when he jumped.
"The sky" really collapsed...... Camus inexplicably flashed such a thought.
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Briu Hotel, in the suite on the second floor.
Lumian grabbed the letter paper and pen, looked at the smoke and dust rising outside, and felt the "heavy blow" from not far away.
"It's really direct......" he sighed sincerely.
A meteorite fell from the sky!
Judging from the current situation, most of the dead people should have been eliminated in this "disaster".
Lumian turned sideways and looked at the door that had been opened by the shaking of the building, and saw Ludwig still eating intently.
None of the food fell to the ground.
After asking Lugano to go out to rescue the wounded, Lumian returned to his room and continued to write.
When it was finished, he immediately set up the ritual and summoned the "doll" messenger.
The "doll" messenger had just stepped out of the swollen candle and suddenly shrank back.
She looked slowly to the left, then to the right astutely, and after confirming that there was no problem, she stood on tiptoe and cautiously walked to the front of Lumian's letter.
Lumian had never seen the "doll" messenger behave like this, and watched her suspiciously and amusefully pick up the letter folded into squares like a thief, waved his hand at himself, and quickly retracted into the candlelight.
Lumian laughed and shook his head, not thinking about the performance of the "doll" messenger.
At least it seemed harmless, and he still had several things to do.
Lumian walked out of the bedroom, entered the corridor, came to the first floor, grabbed the hotel owner who woke up and came out to check the situation, and asked directly:
"Which room does the lady who just arrived tonight stay in with her companion?"
(End of this chapter)