See Vazan. Sansong's eyes widened, his breath gradually dissipated, his face was full of twisted pain and despair as if it were a substance, Lumian took out the silver-white "Lie" ear clip from the "traveler's bag" with his backhand and put it on his left ear.
The dying Vazan. Sang Song suddenly saw a familiar figure.
The figure had light blue eyes, bright features, and long and thick blond hair.
It was Auror.
But this time, there was no more fear on Auror's face, no more fear, only a shallow smile.
"...... Netherlands" Wazan. Sansong made his last sound.
He died with his eyes bulging out.
Lumian changed back to his original appearance, took off the "lie" ear clip, and said casually:
"Did you die so soon? I also want to thank you for helping me digest the 'despair' magic potion."
When he was first promoted, most of the "despair" magic potion had already been digested, and now he has gone one step further.
According to the occult knowledge he learned from the "magician" lady, the essence of "pretense" is actually to gradually move his physical, mental, and spiritual state closer to the core symbol of the magic medicine through acting, so as to bypass the restrictions and complete the digestion step by step.
In order to be promoted faster, in order to better cope with the possible apocalypse, in order to resurrect his sister as soon as possible, he has considered similar things more than once, anyway, it is not that he has no opportunity to jump to the "hunter" path and turn back into a man.
What he despaired was that his previous efforts, struggles, and anger were all arranged by others, and he had to follow the arrangements of others to embark on the road of "witches".
Of course, despair is to the extreme, and the desire and belief in the heart to be strong and change all this is also extremely strong.
"Is this what you want?" Lumian whispered to himself, no longer sealing off the area and allowing the remaining occult pathogens to dissipate completely.
And Franka, Jana, and Anthony, in Wazan. After Sang Song was pierced by the icicles, he had already run over quickly.
Lumian suddenly sensed something and set his sights on a certain location in this dark ruin.
That is the place where the demigod Higdon of the "End of All Things" died.
There were green and yellow dots of light that appeared out of thin air, rising towards a high place, but were blocked by the barrier of the world in the special mirror.
Can the connection be initially cut off here, so that some of the gifted power cannot return? Lumian, who had experience, immediately made a corresponding judgment.
At this time, Franka and the others had already run in front of him.
Looking at the familiar but bright cold face, Franka opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.
Jian Na looked at Lumian in her current appearance, and had only one thought in her heart:
It's good to be alive, it's the best thing for everyone to be alive!
As for the rest, there is nothing to worry about.
Lumian pointed to the green and yellow light that was blocked, and said in a voice with a little magnetism and obvious femininity:
"You can take a weapon and put it there."
It's about proactively creating extraordinary weapons.
After Franka, Jana, and Anthony looked at each other, they were no longer humble, and said very proactively:
"Let's go, I'm missing a weapon that can hurt the demigods."
And she is the second highest ranking extraordinary in the team - Ludwig is not counted.
If she had a similar weapon before, she might not have been so desperate when facing Higg.
"Okay." Jane expressed her attitude.
Anthony nodded as well.
That's not to say that if he put the Winter Coming revolver under those points of light, this extraordinary weapon would reset the number of uses of its own material, so that the contamination would likely exceed the limit and cause it to collapse.
Franka took out his "shelling gun" and ran towards the area filled with green and yellow light spots.
Lumian retracted his gaze, glanced at Jian Na, and said with a slight smile:
"Is there a ring-shaped item?"
Jian Na looked at the smile that seemed to have its own light, and was a little surprised, but she felt that she shouldn't ask at this moment.
She rummaged through a cheap silver bracelet and handed it to Lumian.
After Lumian took it, he put the bracelet on Vazan. The top of Sangsong's corpse was waiting for the fate force to be intercepted.
He then looked at the transparent border like a mirror in the distance and saw his figure and face.
He tried his best to bring a smile to the corners of his mouth.
Because Aurore is such a person who is good at taking pleasure in suffering.
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Before the Bloody Altar,
The "Hermit" lady was trying to combine the iron cigarette box with the aura of Mr. "Fool" with the "Gun of Longinus" to directly attack the oil painting depicting the endless starry sky.
"The power of fate is to make the interference of non-Vortex Ritual participants fail, and that terrifying voice affects all extraordinary beings like 'Listeners' and 'Peepers', which we may be able to decipher separately.
"The power of fate is likely to escape from the ring on the oil painting, if we can block it and block it, we should be able to get rid of the fate of interfering with the doomed failure, directly destroy the oil painting, and interrupt the terrifying sound."
"Block the ......" The "hermit" lady who was paraphrased by Miss "Justice" suddenly had an idea.
Taking advantage of the strengthening of the barrier seal and the significant weakening of fateful power, she cast the "wizard" spell and threw the iron cigarette box at the oil painting on the altar, causing it to land accurately in the area painted with silver and white with black rings.
The iron cigarette box directly pressed down on the ring, obscuring it without showing the slightest trace.
The little boy Will immediately said:
"The power of fate has dropped a lot again!"
Hearing this, Ms. "Magician" quickly raised her arms, causing the void around the oil painting to bend, becoming dark and deep.
The space collapsed and collapsed inch by inch, and there were obvious cracks in the oil paintings and altars.
Miss "Justice" followed suit with grayish-white scales on her face, and her body seemed to swell.
In the same way, the "trial" lady also made another verdict.
Seeing that her companions had all attacked, the "Hermit" lady once again condensed the ancient spear stained with strange blood and threw it at the oil painting.
The oil painting, which had been tattered by continuous blows, was completely pierced by this "Longinus Spear" and nailed to the altar.
Immediately afterwards, flames that seemed to contain all colors emerged from the tip of the gun, completely igniting the oil painting with the sound of horror and gradually burning it to ashes.
…………
Over Trier.
One after another, the "time bugs" crawled back into Mr. "Star"'s body.
The red gloved Major Arcana card holder said to Mr. "The Hanged Man" in his original magnetic voice:
"Amon has returned, and has briefly regained the strength of the true God of the 'Wrong' and 'Door' paths, and I must return to the Church of Tranquility immediately."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. "Star" disappeared instantly.
Mr. "The Hanged Man" looked down and saw the "Moon" turned into a crimson moonlight falling into the villa fog compressed to the extreme, and Saint Vieve of the "Eternal Sun" Church shone into it in the form of sunlight.
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Deep in the primitive island, outside the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor".
Amon, who was on the edge of the astral realm, looked down at Perle, looking down at the "Shadow of the God" and the miniature red moon that were still struggling to get close to the corresponding light point in the white mist, and did not move.
"What are you waiting for?" Rosell, whose face was gradually deepening in pain, asked.
"The same as what you think now, the most arrogant idea you have ever thought of." Amon pinched the monocle in his right eye and responded with a smile, "If it's just to clear the believers of the 'Uncertain Mist', there is no need to be so troublesome, and it is not worth our cards."
Roselle looked at the transaction that was still going on below:
"That may bring great hidden dangers."
"If you make a decision, you must accept the corresponding consequences, how can you accomplish a big thing without taking any risks or bearing any losses?" Amon said with a smile, and he immediately added, "This sentence was not said by me, nor did it say you."
Before Roselle, who was eroded deeper and deeper by the white mist, and in more and more pain, Amon looked into the distance and said:
"The 'Tarot Club' is pretty good, I don't have to come over and destroy that oil painting in person."
Speaking of this, Amon, who was wearing a monocle, showed an eager expression:
"Now, it's time."
He set his sights on the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor" and on Bernadette, who was restricted by Rosell from coming out.
The "mysterious queen" suddenly remembered something, only to feel that a certain memory cleared the fog and presented.
She immediately stretched out her right hand and quickly outlined one word after another with stars in front of her.
These words, which seem to be the source of all languages in the north and south continents, are quickly intertwined into strange symbols, opening a "secret door" that seems to lead to the depths of the spiritual world.
The "secret door" opened silently, and the wind blew out, turning into a man with a human upper body and lower body airflow, wrapped in white cloth.
"The wishing lamp and that item." Bernadette ordered in a majestic voice.
The man with the air flow on his lower body replied respectfully, and then took out two items from the white cloth wrapped around his body:
A miniature water bottle, with a golden surface and mysterious and complex symbols, and what is suspected to be a wick sticking out of the pot, is the "0-05" "Wishing Lamp" that the "Unstable Mist" believers want to obtain.
The other is a gray stone slab, which is also engraved with the kind of writing that seems to be the source of all the languages in the north and south continents, with many traces on the surface, mottled and vicissitudes.
ps: Thank you Lao Kohler for rewarding the Silver League~
(End of this chapter)