Chapter 1083 is destined
Lock the evil dragon here...... The fifth generation of the Heavenly Master...... Lumian recalled what he had seen during the previous secret contract ceremony and vaguely understood something.
He didn't stop there, passing by the mottled stone monument and walking into the wooden tower.
There are no gas wall lights or lit candles in the tower, all thanks to the sunlight barely penetrating the tissue paper windows to bring a little brightness.
This did not affect Lumian's surroundings, only to find that the first floor of the tower was unusually empty, surrounded by towering and interlaced beams and columns, and there were stone steps leading to the underground area in the middle.
Lumian walked familiarly towards the staircase that seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow.
After taking a few steps forward, he suddenly raised his head and looked to the side, only to see a young man in a night suit lying quietly on a beam made of logs in an unusually dim environment.
The man had a thin face, a wide forehead, overall facial features, bright and bright black eyes, and his figure seemed to merge with the darkness.
Because Lumian was looking up, the eyes of the two collided together, and the hood lost its shielding effect.
The man immediately muttered something that Lumian couldn't understand, and with a disgusted expression, he climbed up a few floors and quickly disappeared.
Another outsider? How could he bypass the protection of those "monks" and sneak into this eerie wooden tower? Although he didn't use his extraordinary ability just now, his ability is not small...... Lumian, who had "dark vision", was not affected by the dim light above, and traced the traces of the man just now with his eyes, but he couldn't find it.
Lumian, who vaguely felt that the other party was still observing him, raised his face and laughed like this, smiling very brightly.
"Enchanting"!
For the "charm" of creatures in the place!
With a bang, the young man fell out of nowhere and fell on a beam.
He scolded, and swam up quickly like a gecko, completely breaking away from the lower floors of the wooden tower, as if avoiding a snake and scorpion.
Lumian couldn't understand what he was scolding, but felt that it was very similar to the pronunciation of the words he was scolded in the telegraph office:
"Book!"
After confirming that the young man was no longer looking at him, Lumian descended step by step along the gray stone steps and disappeared into the shadowed staircase.
I don't know how long it took, but he finally reached the bottom of the wooden tower, saw the ancient well hidden in the darkness, saw the moss-covered stones, and saw the iron chains extending from the stones to the depths of the ancient well.
There are a large number of reliefs on these chains, and they all depict faces, each of which is extremely hideous, strangely shaped, like an evil ghost.
"It's more like Chen Tu's armor...... In the matter of locking the evil dragon, the 'underworld daoist' also participated? Or, His teacher, teacher's teacher?" Lumian already knew that the "Heavenly Master" corresponded to the two paths of "Secret Practitioner" and "Knowledgeable", and these iron-black chains did not seem to be His handwriting.
Lumian poked his head out and moved his gaze down, and saw a surface of water that seemed to be made of the blood of thousands of people at the bottom of the ancient well.
This is rich, monstrous, and emits a strong fishy smell and rust.
Lumian instinctively raised his right hand and touched the tip of his nose, finding that he was not bleeding like he did during the last secret contract, and he was even in good condition.
"Is this because I have received the gift of calamity and gained the power of the 'War Bishop', which is equivalent to my own?" Lumian nodded thoughtfully, looked at the thick blood that did not reflect his head and face, and said in ancient Hermes language:
"The power at the top of the calamity, the supreme and great being, your humble relatives want you to tell me, where can I obtain extraordinary characteristics that can help me advance?"
Lumian has never cared about his face, and it is easy to say these words.
However, he was not sure that the so-called "evil dragon", who was locked in the depths of the ancient well, would be able to understand his words.
In order to make it easier for the other party to understand, he didn't even use terms such as "weather warlock", sequence 2, mythical creature, etc.
People in the Western Continent should not have seen the blasphemous slate!
After a brief and indescribable silence, a scene was reflected on the blood-colored water.
It was a rotten and pus-covered arm covered with broken armor, it was propped up on the ground, higher than the broken stone pillar, and the crack was constantly filled with pus mixed with invisible flames falling to the ground, which ignited the earth, ignited the air, and made everything around it burn blazing, never stopping.
Lumian took two steps back suddenly, not daring to look directly at him.
The remnants of the "Blood Emperor" that seemed to boil in his palms told him that the scene just now corresponded to Alistair who fell deep in the depths of Quaternary Trier. The corpse of the god Tuduo.
There's a Weather Warlock Extraordinary Trait There? Lumian nodded slightly, returned to the ancient well again, and looked at the thick blood.
On the surface of the blood, the scene had changed, and a darkness filled it, and there seemed to be a tall figure staring at Lumian silently.
Lumian made a judgment with the help of spiritual intuition:
It is the "Blood Emperor" hidden in the treasure house of the "Blue Avenger"!
I want to get the "Weather Warlock" extraordinary trait completely without Arista. Tu Duo? Can't you get it from the president of the "Iron Cross"? As soon as Lumian frowned, deep in the ancient well, at the bottom of the bloody water, a majestic and huge suction suddenly came out.
Lumian couldn't resist for a moment, both because of the strong desire to aggregate the higher-level extraordinary characteristics, and also from the gifts in him and the state of pure spirit or pure consciousness that he was now only in pure spirit or pure consciousness.
He was pulled into the well and fell into the depths.
In the blink of an eye, when Lumian tried to stimulate the black mark on his right shoulder and "teleport" away, his body touched the water formed by the thick blood.
He penetrated through without causing the slightest ripple, like a high-ranking witch stepping into the mirror world.
Lumian suddenly had a realization:
The water surface is also a mirror surface......
I entered not the place where the evil dragon was locked, but the corresponding mirror world......
His eyes darkened, and then red, and his whole body was completely soaked in blood.
The fishy smell and rust followed the viscous liquid into his nostrils, wanting to fill his lungs and body.
Lumian did not feel pain, but was very comfortable, as if he had returned to his own source and returned to his dream hometown.
This blood-colored ocean seemed to have no water, no matter how Lumian floated, he couldn't get out of it, and he couldn't breathe fresh air.
He saw corpses floating past him, either without heads or only heads, dragging white spines like long tails, thousands of them, innumerable.
Lumian swam with the corpses, wanting to see where they would drift.
In this way, he and the corpses drifted forward for a long time in the direction of the bloody undercurrent.
There are more and more headless bodies and heads with spines in front, gradually showing a state of congestion.
It's like there should be an exit not far away, but there are too many corpses pouring in and blocking it.
Lumian chose to bypass the congestion zone and approach the "finish line" from the side.
Although it didn't allow him to squeeze in, he just wanted to see what was really going on ahead.
After swimming for a while, Lumian finally saw the target location.
It was a dark water eye, blocked by thousands of corpses, and there was a steady stream of "fish" coming from behind.
The corpses blocked in the water eyes were swollen, and there were blue-black traces of decay on the surface of the body.
Lumian suddenly thought of the lady riding in a rickshaw and covering her face with a flower and bird fan.
Did she run out of here? Or, is she the ruler of these corpses? Lumian shook his head, not feeling that he was squeezing into the water eye.
There were too many corpses blocked there, and he didn't know what kind of change it would bring if he set them on fire.
That will most likely make the situation worse!
At this moment, the blocked water eye trembled violently, as if someone was trying to open the tunnel at the other end.
Wow!
A large number of corpses that were originally blocked were "swallowed" at once, and those in the back finally had a chance to get closer.
And this also caused some of the dark and dull water to ripple.
Lumian was affected and pushed into the distance, and the blood in front of him was fast and illusory.
In the illusion, he saw a huge black shadow coiling.
The black shadow lay at the bottom of the blood-colored ocean, completely occupying an area the size of Trier.
Lumian was sucked in and fell, but he couldn't really get close or see the shadow clearly.
One in the mirror, the other in reality.
In front of the black shadow was a square with gray and white stones with a length and width of dozens of kilometers, and on the square stood huge pillars that were either pitch black or blood red or gray white, supporting an invisible barrier that the blood-colored sea water could not erode in.
Lumian fell into the square, and in front of him stood a full-length mirror.
The full-length mirror is made of sterling silver mixed with other metals, with intricate patterns and a very classical shape.
Seeing this mirror, Lumian's spirit tightened.
Isn't this the mirror in the treasure house of the "Blue Avenger"?
Hide the side of Alista in the mirror!
Why is there also a side here?
Or is this the side of the treasure house of the "Blue Avenger" leading?
They are the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Ahmed. One of the results of Tudor's various crazy attempts?
Lumian instinctively wanted to stay away from the silver full-length mirror so as not to be reflected by it, but the surface of the mirror had already highlighted a person hidden in the mirror.
The man was wearing black armor stained with blood, long hair that shone faintly with blood, his face lines were like those cut with a knife and axe, his lips were pursed tightly, revealing a resolute and rigid temperament, and his azure eyes were full of cruelty and madness.
In the next second, the person in the mirror stretched out his right palm wearing armored gloves to the cold and hard mirror.
He stepped out of the full-length mirror step by step, as if he didn't care at all that Lumian would take the opportunity to attack.
(End of this chapter)