As soon as Franka traced the source of the traces in the mirror, Lumian immediately grabbed her shoulder and "teleported" to the location pointed to by the scene.
In just two or three seconds, Lumian's figure was outlined in a cemetery located in the valley, in front of a tombstone.
And Franka didn't know where he went.
Lumian set his sights on the tombstone and saw a posthumous photo inlaid on it, engraved with a name:
"Mokosidos"
"It turns out that you have already been 'dead' and buried in the cemetery, no wonder the two major churches could not find the high-ranking officials of the 'Sick Cult', and I don't know how you escaped purification or cremation in the first place......" Lumian looked at the tombstone and said in a mocking tone.
He predicted the various contact methods that Dalbero might take, and intercepted the corresponding information and established contact by putting the other party into the mirror world.
Before Lumian finished speaking, a large amount of gravel and dirt suddenly exploded on the ground in front of the tombstone.
They were like bullets fired from steam rifles, whooshing and whooshing all towards Lumian.
At the same time, Lumian saw a palm.
The palm was blue all over, swollen to translucent, and yellow-green pus flowed inside, making each capillary extremely clear.
These capillaries and palm lines together form one complex symbol and pattern after another, and Lumian just saw it, and it froze in place.
At this moment, his vision was completely occupied by this palm, which was shooting at his gravel and dirt, which were as small as dust in comparison.
Lumian began to tremble, and the surface of her skin like frost and snow instantly highlighted one after another dark patches.
These plaques eroded into the body rapidly, causing the flesh and blood to rot quickly.
Lumian couldn't move, all his abilities couldn't be used, and even his thoughts were rapidly decaying.
Where is the palm of a saint.
This is obviously the left hand of a god!
Do not look directly at God.
Lumian was trembling and silent in his thinking, making it difficult to make any effective responses, as if he was destined to go to the end of decline.
Everything about him is decaying.
The palm of his right palm suddenly became hot, bringing a noticeable tingling sensation.
Lumian suddenly had an impulse, that is, to stretch out his right hand, touch it with the left palm, and touch the other party with the dark "pinhole" in the palm of his hand.
This made him barely regain a little sense of self.
However, it was too late.
The shot of rubble and dirt hit his body, creating ripples and the sound of glass breaking.
Behind Lumian, a hidden mirror appeared.
The current Lumian is not the main body, but a projection of the world coming in the mirror!
Of course, Lumian was also nearby, and after he "teleported" to the cemetery, he disappeared and threw out a mirror.
But the impact of looking directly at the "god" just now still affected him, causing him to suffer heavy damage, unable to move, and unable to do anything to avoid it.
As the mud and rocks on the ground rapidly weathered, the cyan, terrifying, and strange palm pressed against Lumian's projection surface.
The projection was instantly shattered, and every illusory fragment was decaying and fading.
Lumian, who was hiding behind a tree next to him, made a series of clicking sounds, which was the movement of all the "mirror stand-ins" breaking.
Even with the transformation of the "mirror stand-in" again and again, the black patches and deep decay on Lumian's body still exist.
That is, after a second or two, his gaze lost focus, and the breath of life disappeared.
Plop!
He collapsed in a highly decomposed state, and the "traveler's bag" splattered dust in the weathered soil.
He died instantly.
At this time, the figure in front of the tombstone was fully revealed.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a black formal suit and no hat, his face was long, there were traces of rot on his sides, and his skin was pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time.
His left hand hangs down naturally, and the green and swollen state is completely different from the rest of his body.
Before Mokosidos could check the situation, a turbulent, calm, and indifferent gray appeared out of thin air behind the tombstone, spreading rapidly.
Wherever the gray and white passed, whether it was flying dust or weathered ground, it suddenly became solid and heavy, and all other colors faded.
Mokosidos did not panic and pushed out his left palm with yellow-green capillaries and cyan lines towards the gray and white.
Obviously, there was no substantive contact between the two sides, but the gray and white slowed down, getting slower and slower, and even cracks appeared in themselves.
At this moment, a mirror flew out of the "traveler's bag" that fell to the ground.
In the mirror, Lumian, wearing a black robe and without a hood, appeared, walking back to reality with a smile on his face.
His highland lake-like eyes had already reflected the figure of Mokosidos.
Almost at the same time, two black flames that bound destruction and madness jumped out of Lumian's pupils.
"Ah!"
Mokosidos immediately screamed, and black flames burst out from his decaying flesh, which ignited both his soul and his rotten body composed of various pathogens.
He quickly withdrew his left hand and tore open the abdominal cavity, as if he wanted to pull out the source of the black flame, but this was the curse of the "witch", and the real source was in Lumian.
Lumian has disappeared, perhaps "teleported" into the distance, or hidden in the mirror world.
As Mokosidos' left hand collided with the "Fire of Destruction", the corresponding black flame began to weaken and falter.
But the black flame did not extinguish there, it was still burning tenaciously with Mokosidos' body and soul, but the momentum showed rapid decline.
Mokosidos took care of this side and not the other, and the gray that had been suppressed became turbulent again, passing over the obstacles and spreading to his side.
His clothes quickly turned gray and turned to stone.
Mokosidos' body suddenly exuded an aura of decay, and the decay of the bones that were already visible seeped out of the green and yellowish pus.
These pus instantly covered Mokosidos' body, allowing him to directly decompose into countless pathogens and disappear on the spot.
Some pathogens were still entangled in the black flames and were quickly completely annihilated, but some pathogens were originally unaffected, taking the opportunity to escape the burning of the "fire of destruction".
At this time, the gray and white color symbolizing "petrification" became more and more turbulent, submerging many pathogens into stone chips and falling to the ground.
Lumian's figure was outlined in front of the tombstone side, and he raised his right palm with a smile.
The entire valley cemetery, from the sky to the earth, silently ignited evil and quiet black flames.
In the Black Flame Hell, trees and weeds withered and collapsed, and the surviving pathogens that permeated the tombstones lost their spirituality and lives one by one.
After about six or seven seconds, Lumian heard a scream from the air that was unwilling, unwilling, illusory, wanting to curse or something.
He thus learned that Mokosidus was completely dead.
Affected by the burning of the "witch's" black flame, the opponent's spiritual body will completely dissipate in the next few tens of seconds, and it will no longer be able to communicate with spirits, and it will no longer be able to do anything with it.
Lumian flipped his palm and used the mirror to pull the area around the tombstone and the spirit of Mokosidos into the mirror world, so as to affect the return of the gift power.
He and Franka followed across the silver mirror and came to the corresponding area behind the mirror.
During this process, Lumian couldn't help but think back to the battle just now:
Mokosidos exceeded his and Franca's expectations.
The green and swollen left hand was like a real god, just seeing it, just pressing it through the void, completely defeated Lumian's resistance, making him unable to even dodge.
This definitely surpasses Sequence 3, the power reaches the angel level, and the person is even higher!
In the face of the blow just now, the 3rd Saint is here, and in the face of the blow just now, he will definitely die no more, but fortunately, Lumian is an "immortal witch", weird and difficult to kill, and good at resurrection and rebirth.
Moreover, other "immortal witches" can't do it so easily, there is a high probability that even the normal "mirror man" who will affect them will also die, and can only rely on the mirror that was stored in the secret place in advance and cut off most of the contact with himself The sleeping "mirror man" can be revived, which will take tens of minutes, or even hours, and can no longer participate in this battle.
Lumian was stressed by the residual aura of the mutated "Blood Emperor" because of the special nature of his right palm, so he broke free from the influence of the left hand to a certain extent in advance and took the initiative to use the "mirror stand-in".
Even so, all his "mirror stand-ins" were destroyed, and his body had to die once, but it did not affect his self in the mirror.
And without Franka's help and containment, Mokosidos would have escaped before he returned from resurrection.
"That left hand is really powerful, there is a kind of god-like horror......
"But except for his left hand, Mokosidos behaved quite ordinary in other aspects, not even as good as the sequence 4 demigod I killed before and was on the same path as him......
"The existence of that 'left hand' suppressed the performance of Mokosidos' other abilities, causing his thinking and reactions to more or less decay?
"Since Amon was able to modify the ability performance of each sequence of the 'Thief' path, and the great being codenamed 'Sick God' must have been able to do so, he deliberately adjusted the sequence ability when he bestowed it, and lowered the left hand projection of himself or an angel next to the throne to sequence 3, but because of this, he had to cut other abilities and make the recipient pay an additional price?"
Lumian glanced at Franka and took out his chariot plate and the "Fool" emblem.
The next theft and tampering must be prayed for the help of Mr. "Fool"!
If he could control Mokosidos and have enough time to use large black magic and use this saint as a medium to slowly get in touch with all the "Sick God" believers, then he could barely take over the Sick Sect on his own, but now, there were only no more than thirty seconds left.
ps: The last two days to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)