Perle quickly concentrated and stood in the position of the "Overseer" and looked around the current quarry empty.
It was already dark here, and only the calcium carbide lamp that fell to the ground escaped, dyed with a hint of blue.
As his gaze moved, Perle "saw" Lumian and "saw" Anthony.
Both of them were located at the exit of the quarry hollow, but the isolation boundary of the current special mirror world was not a passage in the actual sense, and there was no way to escape.
At this time, Lumian was facing in the direction of Perle, already wearing a "torture" glove with iron black spikes, and holding a brass-colored revolver in his hand.
Anthony hid behind him, with his back to him, very close to each other.
But the "hypnotist" did not stand, but squatted down on one knee, placed a blank picture book on his right thigh, used it as a support, and quickly drew something with a short pencil.
"Fictional bottle"!
Lumian and Anthony are in a "fictional bottle" built on a hollow exit from a quarry.
However, this had no effect on Perle, who oversaw everything in the world in the current mirror, and she could directly see where Lumian and Anthony were hiding.
After watching such a scene, "Supervisor" Pele felt an aura of incongruity, abnormality, and as if some gray area was involved:
As the leader of the team, the strongest person, Lumian actually posed to buy time for the extraordinary person of the "audience".
Whether he is betting that he really won't kill him and just wants to capture him alive and use this as a shield, it is enough to show that what the extraordinary person of the "audience" path is doing is very important, something that he thinks can hurt a "supervisor" or help them escape from the eyes of a "supervisor"!
Perle did not hesitate, looked at Lumian and Anthony in the "imaginary bottle", and said in the "word of order":
"There are no secrets in front of the 'overseer'!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the "imaginary bottle" built from the hollow exit of the quarry disintegrated silently.
Keperle discovered that Lumian was no longer protected by the "imaginary bottle", but there was still a "imaginary bottle" around Anthony, which did not collapse because of the words of the "Overseer"!
After Lumian confirmed this detail, a smile appeared on his face.
The "imaginary bottle" surrounding Anthony was built based on his own person.
His legs standing apart and the earth form a symbolic door.
Lumian's body arched slightly, looking at "Overseer" Pele and said to himself silently with a slightly distorted smile:
"Yes, Anthony is doing something I told him, very important.
"But only by knocking me down can you break the 'imaginary bottle' created on the basis of me as a living person, and any action that wants to hurt Anthony must first cross me!
"Now, I am Anthony's shield, the wall that protects him!"
The smile on Perle's face faded a little, and he looked at Lumian with a slightly heavy expression and said:
"You are guilty!
"You kill someone!"
Homicide...... Lumian was slightly shocked in his heart.
He was not surprised that he had killed someone, but he did not expect that the "overseer" Pell would accuse him of this crime.
Regardless of the form of punishment that follows, the final verdict will not change:
Murderer dies!
Didn't she want to capture me alive? Lumian took the initiative to be Anthony's shield, and indeed had the idea that Perle would not dare to kill him, so that many of the opponent's abilities would be limited, and he would have the opportunity to delay Anthony to complete the sketches he wanted on the extraordinary collection of artworks from the Bard, which was to bring the things painted on it to life, or show special effects, and last for a while.
Who knows, this plan went bankrupt in the first place.
Of course, Lumian didn't put all his bets on the "Overseer" trying to capture him alive and defeat a demigod, he really didn't have any possibility, but if he just delayed the time, he still had a little hope.
The rumbling muffled thunder sounded in the low air of the quarry, and one after another silver-white electric snakes jumped out, wrapped into a thick thunder tree like a bucket, and suddenly slashed at Lumian.
Before the thunder echoed and the lightning had not yet fallen, Lumian had already raised his hands and aimed the brass-colored revolver at the punishment from this world.
His blue eyes turned black, but he couldn't see the weakness of the terrifying thunder.
He could only pour a stream of blazing white flames into his revolver and inject the bullet that was about to be fired.
Bang!
When the silver-white thunder tree with its teeth and claws slashed down, a bullet shimmering with a little dark green and layers of blazing white flames shot out from the muzzle, facing a huge lightning bolt.
"Weakening bullet"!
This is the "weakening bullet" from Jebus!
In an instant, the lightning the thickness of the bucket shattered the green bullet and shattered the blazing white flames around it.
The sudden burst of silver-white light drowned Lumian.
Rumble!
The terrifying roar slowed down for a beat before it reached Anthony's ears, causing his body to tremble instinctively and almost lose his hearing.
He recalled the night when the barracks were attacked by the believers of the evil god - gunshots, cannons, screams, and shouts of killing came from all directions, making him both panic and fear, which left a strong psychological shadow that took many years to heal.
Now, he seems to have returned to the scene he had been.
Anthony calmed down, looked at the blank art book in front of him, and continued to sketch, the pencil in his hand rustled.
He still remembered Lumian's body language just now:
"Unless I die and someone steps over my corpse, no one can hurt you!"
Compared to the panic and helplessness of the night in the barracks, where everyone was in danger, Anthony felt that the current situation was not so bad.
At least, I still have a companion I can trust!
At least, there will be people behind me who will desperately provide protection!
Among the countless silver and white electric snakes that overflowed, Lumian's body first cracked into a large number of mirror fragments, and then charred and carbonized, shattering into pieces.
The "mirror stand-in" given by Jianna!
Lumian's figure was re-outlined, still standing firmly in place, with his legs separated.
Rumbling, the thunder in mid-air did not disappear with the end of the previous punishment, and a new round of executions was brewing.
After the "supervisor" files a public prosecution, the punishment will continue unless the judgment is fully effective!
Lumian's scalp went numb, and his black hair and hair stood up a little by the residual electricity in the air.
After a few seconds of brewing, a huge lightning bolt that was more brilliant and terrifying than just now fell silently.
Lumian had already gritted his teeth, threw away his revolver, and raised his hands, letting the torture gloves with short iron-black spikes meet the tip of the lightning with precision, and one blazing white fireball after another condensed above him.
The "Torture" glove can block a divine blow at the cost of its own shattering or breaking!
Rumble!
In the sudden terrifying explosion, the silvery-white tree of death formed by lightning stopped at Lumian's fist and stopped on the "torture" glove.
With a rumble, the blazing white flames exploded, pushing the disintegrating tiny electric snakes into the distance.
This time the thunderous punishment quickly subsided, but the dull rumble in mid-air continued.
In the crackling sound, Lumian's "torture" gloves were scorched and broken, shattered into many small pieces, and fell to the ground one after another.
Seeing that a new round of huge lightning was about to take shape, although Lumian knew it shouldn't be, he couldn't help but urge Anthony in his heart:
"Why haven't you finished drawing yet?
"I can only block it again!"
After a brief and oppressive silence, a silver-white lightning giant snake suddenly jumped out of mid-air, illuminating the entire quarry hollow and illuminating the smile on the face of "Overseer" Pell Le.
Lumian only had time to do the only thing he could:
He activated his own shadow and reversed its position with himself.
Rumble!
In the crisp and urgent thunderstorm, the lightning giant snake engulfed the shadow, causing it to dissolve and evaporate in an instant, leaving no trace.
Finally, this time the punishment was over, and Lumian's body stood out in front of Anthony again, his legs slightly apart, his back arched slightly, but there was no shadow under his feet.
"Why haven't you painted it yet?" Lumian thought anxiously.
He thought about whether to release the "imaginary bottle" and grabbed Anthony to "teleport" everywhere.
But he could see that the punishment based on the "supervisor's" prosecution would not end just because he changed his position, and at the speed of lightning, he could not rely on "teleportation" to avoid it.
It's not that "teleporting" isn't fast enough, but he has to take the time to activate the black mark on his right shoulder.
Buzzing, muffled thunder kept ringing in Lumian's ears, foreshadowing the arrival of the next punishment.
Behind Lumian, Anthony, who was squatting on one knee and drawing on the table with his right thigh, had sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead.
The first part of the sketch was successful and completed very quickly, but the last stroke suddenly became difficult for some reason.
The collection influenced the pencil, and the pencil began to suck Anthony's spirit violently, but such a large amount of spirit could only push the black lines to move slowly.
At the same time, the blank page curled up around and burned with transparent flames, as if it could not withstand the thing Anthony was about to draw.
Anthony knew that it wasn't what this collection could present, but he fully trusted Lumian's judgment and continued to work hard.
Boom!
The muffled thunder became louder and louder, and Anthony in the "imaginary bottle" could hear it more clearly.
As a "psychiatrist", he couldn't control his mentality a little, and emotions such as nervousness, impatience, anxiety, and panic surged at the same time.
He controlled himself and continued to sketch the last stroke.
Seeing that the terrifying silver-white lightning was about to take shape, and Anthony behind him had not yet moved, with Lumian's mind, he was a little desperate.
"Is this going to die?
"Okay, I'd like to see what Thermibolos looks like!
"Dead ......" Suddenly, a lightning bolt called inspiration lit up in Lumian's mind.
He took out something from the "traveler's bag" with his backhand.
It was a gold mask with a few coats of oil paint.
A golden mask derived from "Hisoka" and derived from "Shinigami"!
Lumian quickly put the golden mask on his face, his body quickly became cold, and his breath gradually fell silent.
The terrifying thunder punishment brewing in mid-air suddenly stopped.
Lumian raised his head and looked at the silver-white electric snake that was no longer converging, and the corners of his mouth hooked under the cover of the golden mask.
Now he is an undead creature!
One of the functions of that golden mask is to turn the wearer into an undead creature and maintain his sanity!
And since Lumian is "dead", the punishment has achieved its goal, and it will naturally end immediately!
Seeing this scene, the "supervisor" was slightly stunned, and immediately understood what was going on.
She laughed out loud and didn't lose her temper because of it.
While punishment kept falling, she was not idle and was ready for possible surprises.
She used a coin pouch to create a "camera obscura" and completed a transaction!
Her right hand was about to retract.
Behind Lumian, Anthony saw the edges of the rolled up paper and the almost invisible flames spreading quickly into the middle of the page, and his heart became more and more desperate.
Even if he was able to complete the last stroke, the drawing paper would obviously be scrapped and would have no effect.
Anthony gritted his teeth, but still chose to trust his companion and Lumian.
He remembered what Lumian had told him just now:
"Draw Monite first, then draw Ms. 'Magician'!"
Monit, that archipelago trickster Monit...... As soon as Anthony flashed such a thought, he was stunned to see the edge of the drawing paper stop and the invisible flame briefly solidified.
His pencil became smooth with it.
He mustered up his spirituality and drew a monocle outlined by simple lines at the right eye of the islander with slightly curly black hair, thin face, sunken eye sockets, and thick lips.
(End of this chapter)