Chapter 882 "Desperate Witch" (Thanks to Tushiki Chawanmushi for supporting Renet's silver treasure chest)
Within two or three minutes, a large number of exiles poured into the square in front of the Church of Knowledge, some of them chose to find someone to duel on the spot because they were accidentally hit, some quietly straightened their necks so that it would not crook too much, some were bored and sang loudly, and some played a game of slapping each other......
Lumian stood on the steps, holding the extraordinary characteristics of the "Witch of Despair"and looked at these exiled felons with an expressionless face.
Time is running out...... Lumian whispered silently, and looked back at the Church of Knowledge again, but still did not see Archbishop Herabeg of Morola.
He finally gave up and refocused his attention on the exiles who almost filled the entire square.
This is definitely more than 30,000.
Lumian suddenly burst into laughter, his body trembling with laughter.
It seems that there are many, many more choices for him, but after combining environmental factors, time constraints, the current situation and his own obsessions, there is only one way left.
There was only such a road in front of him.
After laughing for more than ten seconds, Lumian, wearing a white shirt, black vest, dark trousers and leather shoes with laces, walked down the steps step by step and walked into the sea of people.
The exiles near the Church of Knowledge area were beginning to feel something was wrong, and they were exhausted and wanted to slap him in the face, but as if they were stroking his face.
Some of them instinctively wanted to escape from here, but their legs had no strength, and their bodies were heavy, so they could only move slowly.
Swishing, Lumian shot out fireballs of blazing white and blue around him, and they passed the exiles infected with occult diseases and landed on the edge of the square, and those exiles strangely ignored the matter.
Boom!
The fireball exploded at the same time, and the square was surrounded by a fiery inferno, the temperature gradually rose, and smoke billowed in.
Plop, plop, plop, an unknown number of aggravated exiles fell to the ground, watching other felons who still had some strength trample on them, watching the blazing white flames not far away illuminate the sky, rolling towards them little by little.
Emotions of pain and despair quickly occupied their minds, consuming their reason.
Some people want to shout for help, but even their voice is so weak.
Boom!
In the continuous explosion, Lumian walked out of the square, into the spreading sea of fire, and walked to the nearest street.
Boom!
The houses on both sides of the street were either blown up by blazing white and blue fireballs, or directly ignited, creating fierce flames like torches after torches.
The felons in the square fell one after another, desperately feeling pain and waiting for death in the disease that made them weak.
Lumian took out a glass bottle and put the extraordinary properties of the "Desperate Witch", the bile of the Plague Mother, the fragments of the Silver Hunter, the blood of the dead of different plagues, and fresh mistletoe into it in turn.
The gurgling bubbles churned up, and the dark purple magic potion glowed with rose-red waves.
Lumian looked at the bottle of magic potion and laughed in a low voice:
"Don't worry, I already know that I am small and will meet despair and the path of witches.
"But this is to no longer be arranged in the future, for yourself to choose the ending you want!"
After saying that, he walked forward, brought the bottle to his mouth, raised his head and drank it.
The exiles who could still stand in the square suddenly felt that their pain and despair seemed to have condensed into substance, turning into invisible threads, extending to the street that was set on fire, to the figure who turned his back to themselves and others.
They finally "woke up", but they were so sick that it was difficult to fight the murderer, and some of them had even been spread by the flames, burning their bodies.
They saw the figure walking step by step between the various buildings that were set on fire, walking in the streets that had become a fiery hell, walking under the red and bright sky, and their hair floated one by one, getting longer and longer, darker, and thicker.
It seemed that two stars lit up in mid-air, and the blazing white and blue flames that spread throughout this area and between heaven and earth suddenly turned black.
This black was like a flood, quickly drowning out all the light, making the hell of fire quiet, deep, and dark.
…………
In the special mirrored world, in the dark scene like an abandoned park where Franka and others fight against Higdon of the "End of Everything".
Higdon, covered in greenish-green and yellowish slime, has split into four, each looking for a different target, while Franka and Jane are surrounded by a quiet "witch" black flame.
These black flames burned with the spirituality of the disease, and at the same time, they were gradually dimmed by the decaying power attached to the disease until they were extinguished.
If it weren't for the discovery that these diseases split by Higdon have a certain spirituality and can be ignited by the black flame of the "witch", thereby reducing the speed and intensity of their infection with humans, Franka feels that she and Jane must have consumed the "mirror stand-in" by now and can wait to die.
At the same time, the "Arrogant Armor" also played a very important role, this seal was almost unaffected by Higdon's diseases, and it was not rusted by the decaying power, and it was about to be scrapped, but it was still alive, chasing Higdon who dared to attack his back, and sometimes there was a "storm of light".
During the battle, Franka and Jana also discovered another problem.
They don't know if it's because Higton belongs to the brainless type, or if this demigod is simply unlucky and always makes the most favorable choices for them, and the attacks of "inevitable death" are all missed.
These combinations, the two "witches" and Anthony, who used "psychological invisibility" to lurk outside the scope of decay, barely supported a demigod for nearly nine minutes.
But even so, they still couldn't find a chance to escape and get rid of, and found that the enemy was fighting more and more, from two at the beginning of the battle to the current four, and even split out to find Ludwig before.
Moreover, although the single Higdon does not look like a real demigod, it feels a little weaker, but each of the he splits is actually on the same level, not weaker than the individual one, so superimposed, there is really the horror of the demigod, of course, Franka guessed that there should be an upper limit to the number of his splits, and not too many.
"I still have two 'mirror doubles', and Jane should only have one left...... Although Anthony has been attacked less often and is out of range, he only has two 'mirror stand-ins', and now he has used a ......" Franka while quickly changing his position to prevent the sick Higton from suddenly appearing behind him and making a "inevitable hit" attack, while quickly analyzing the current situation.
As for Lugano, he had just been blocked by Higton, and when a battle broke out, Franka signaled how far he could run and find a hidden corner to hide.
Facts proved that Franka's judgment was correct, and Higdon's target was not only Ludwig, but also their two "witches", who did nothing to stop Lugano's escape from this park-like ruins, nor did he assign more Higdons to pursue.
"The continuous use of Black Flame also consumes a lot of spirituality, and Janna and I can't last long......" Franka considered whether to gather with Jane Na now, use the last "Shuttle in the Mirror" of the "Ice Talisman", and try to delay it for a while longer to see if there will be a turnaround.
Moreover, they can also help Anthony win a chance to live.
This "hypnotist" was also not Higton's target, and he also had "psychological invisibility".
Just as Franka was about to signal Janna to approach her with her eyes, she suddenly saw green and yellow droplets protruding from Janna's back, which quickly condensed into Higdon's appearance.
Almost at the same time, Franka also sensed from Jenna's worried and solemn expression that something was wrong behind her.
The two "witches" did not hesitate and took the initiative to inspire the "mirror stand-in".
In the next second, the two Higdons spread out into a plush "blanket" covered in dirty mucus, wrapping Franka and Jane inside with a gesture of inevitability.
A clicking sound followed.
On the other side, Anthony, who had been quietly lurking on the edge of the park-like ruins, with his back to half of the wall, suddenly saw Higdon covered with green and yellow slime emerging from the side.
He was still found.
Higdon pushed his hands, and a green and black light mass fell on Anthony's body.
Click!
Anthony used up the "mirror stand-in" for the last time, and his figure was outlined behind the side of this Higdon.
Seeing this scene, Anthony's heart suddenly moved.
Opportunity!
He didn't run away, he raised the "Winter is Coming" revolver in his hand, aimed at Higdon, and pulled the trigger directly.
"Inevitable death"!
A yellow bullet was dyed a dull turquoise, crossed a short distance, and hit Higdon's body.
Higdon, who was covered with green and yellow mucus, froze, and his body quickly disintegrated, reducing it to a little foamy liquid, which sprinkled on the ground without spirituality.
This Higdon is dead.
But the other three Higdons had nothing to do.
After Franka and Jenna's confirmation, they both felt sincerely desperate.
One of their previous plans was to use two "witches" as bait to give Anthony a chance to hit one of the Higdons with a "certain death" bullet, so that all Higdons would die.
Who knows, the effect of "inevitable death" can only affect the Higton who was hit.
In a moment, Franka and Jane saw the "Arrogant Armor" being hit by the "Inevitable Death" attack, and the metal fragments on his chest kept falling, standing frozen in place.
As soon as Jian Na gritted her teeth, she had to ignore the ritual and stuff the materials of the "Witch of Pain" into her mouth on the spot, betting on whether she could be forcibly promoted.
That would at least restore her spirituality.
Even if she fails, she can turn into a monster and give Franka a chance to escape!
Before Jane could reach into the "traveler's bag", she saw another Taoist figure appear on the edge of the area.
It was the blonde Vazan. Sanson, he chased here!
Jenna and Franka's hearts suddenly sank rapidly, and the former no longer had the slightest hesitation.
At this moment, above one of the Higtons, an iron-black straight sword burning with blazing white and blue flames fell from the sky without warning, and accurately inserted into the top of this Higdon's head.
Boom!
This Higdon was directly blown into pieces, and the blazing white and blue flames that swept out instantly dyed a quiet black, drowning out every fragment.
The fragments did not appear again, and a figure quickly outlined in the eyes of Franka, Jenna, and Anthony.
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(End of this chapter)