Somewhere in the underground Trier, a place closely guarded by many extraordinary people from the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Church of Steam and Machinery.
This is a seal leak point that once appeared before the construction of the catacombs, and has since been properly dealt with and no longer causes problems, but if this is linked to the square in the nearby quarry cavity where the "Eternal Sun" and "God of Steam and Machinery" are worshipped, and the stone pillars representing the two gods, it can allow people outside the seal to enter Quaternary Trier at a certain risk.
Although this requires the divine power of the "Eternal Sun" or "God of Steam and Machinery" as the "key" and is not something that cultists can use, the two major churches still insist on sending teams to take turns on duty.
At this time, Angoulême and two colleagues who were also "Darkness" arrived at the abandoned mine, opposite which stood three people dressed as stonemasons.
"Let's start." The monk, who had short hair and a bearded face, nodded to Angoulême.
Angoulême knew the monk and knew that he was the current vice-abbot of the Deep Valley Abbey, named Jack. Wharton, very popular.
"Okay." Angoulême nodded in response.
Under the gaze of the two teams on duty, they each lowered their heads, posed, and recited the names of their gods.
Rays of sunlight fell from the top of the cave and shone in the abandoned mine.
White steam filled the quarry cavity.
Not long after, bright red blood flowed out of the depths of the abandoned mine.
The demonic blood continued to surge under the sunlight, quickly filling the mine.
As the "Darkless One", Angoulême dissolved the darker emotions such as fear and retreat, raised his head, took two steps forward, and walked into the abandoned mine, into the fishy bright red blood.
Other saints followed.
Pass through the "Well of Blood" and you will enter Quaternary Trier!
This is not a simple matter, "blood" can cause serious pollution, and the higher the sequence, the more dangerous it is.
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The southern continent, deep in the rainforest.
In front of a terrifying castle covered in countless human skins.
Franca, Janna, Anthony, and Ludwig all condensed a fierce and terrifying flame spear in their hands.
Without Lumian giving orders, they threw their spears out at the same time.
Those blue and purple flame spears split themselves in mid-air, and soon took on an overwhelming posture.
Whoosh!
It was as if a legion had thrown its own weapons at the same time, and the sky shone brightly and was dyed with brilliant colors.
Whoosh!
The castle was completely covered by countless flaming spears, and the cultists developed by the "Rose School" tried their best to change the apocalyptic scene.
Rumbled, the earth trembled, the castle collapsed, and the flames were blue and purple.
Painful wails and desperate curses echoed between the firelight, turning into wisps of black gas rising upwards.
Ludwig didn't care what the dying cultists were cursing, he took a step forward, rode the wind, and roared to the middle of the collapsed human skin castle, opening his mouth to the back of his head downwards.
Shout!
All the rising black gas was inhaled into his mouth.
Lumian put his hands in his pockets and looked at this scene with a smile, his expression very leisurely.
Starting from repelling the outer defense line of the Human Skin Castle, to advancing step by step, cutting off their hope of escaping, and then attacking the Human Skin Castle itself again and again, completely destroying it, Lumian never took action himself, allowing Janna and others to play freely and cooperate tacitly.
He is only responsible for commanding in the center and sharing the right abilities at critical moments.
"It's not strong enough." In the wailing and cursing, Franka finally felt like she was a witch.
The only problem is that the owner of the Human Skin Castle is only the benefactor of the "Mother Tree of Desire", a "Prayer Treeman" at the 4th level of the sequence, although he has a group of low- and medium-rank subordinates and a large number of cultists loyal to him, and the Human Skin Castle itself is equivalent to a sacrificial ritual, which can briefly exert a power slightly equal to that of Sequence 2 when sacrificing a large number of humans, but it is impossible to fight against a real angel, let alone this angel with a team.
"Bullying the weak and sweeping thousands of troops is also a form of war, and it is still very helpful for digesting the 'war bishop'." Lumian smiled and replied to Franka, "What's more, the abstract cooperation in the past has now become something substantial that can be directly perceived."
What Lumian didn't say was that he was closely related to the "City of Calamity" and "0-01", which were essentially equivalent to their priests and bishops, and what they lacked was only the war part.
——For more than a week, Mr. "Star" and Mr. "Moon" each discovered a stronghold secretly established by the "Rose School", and handed them over to Lumian to deal with, giving him the opportunity to launch two small wars.
Seeing that Ludwig had eaten up all the scattered gift power, Jane Na retracted her gaze and said to Lumian with some concern:
"I know the Southern Continent is relatively chaotic, but in just over a week, we have been given two opportunities for small wars, will this be too frequent?"
Lumian smiled "hehe":
"These are all signs.
"A sign of chaos and strife, a sign that the end is coming early."
Without waiting for Jane Na and the others to respond, Lumian waved at Ludwig in mid-air and said:
"Go back, let's have a barbecue party today."
According to the agreement, except for the scattered gift powers, the rest of the loot must be left to the informant - Mr. "Star" or "Mr. Moon".
Trier, which currently belongs to the luxurious villa of Lumian and others.
While quickly cutting and wearing meat skewers with invisible spider silk, Jianna looked at Lumian, who obviously had a strong ability to manipulate flames, but seriously supported charcoal to grill meat.
Lumian had a smile on his face, his state was relaxed, and he tasted a piece of it himself while grilling.
"He is not worried about those signs at all...... No, it's not that he doesn't worry, but he worries when he should worry, fights when he should fight, and enjoys life when he should enjoy it." Jian Na's eyes moved slightly and she thought.
For more than a week, Lumian, who has made some progress in digesting the "Weather Warlock" magic potion and stabilized his state, has behaved quite normally, and the relationship between the three has returned to the period before the whirlpool incident, and Lumian has obviously taken the initiative a lot.
But from some details, Jane Na could still feel that Lumian was a little different from before:
When normal people encounter worrying things, it is impossible not to affect their daily life, and Lumian can completely detach himself, which in itself shows that he is deliberately controlling his emotions.
Even in sequence 2, divinity still brought a certain impact, a permanent impact...... Jane suddenly felt a little emotional.
"What are you thinking?" Franka, who was helping next to her, asked curiously.
Jane suppressed her voice and told Franka what she had just felt in a way that extracted the key points.
Franka pursed her lips and said:
"You can think of it as a tempering of everyone's mentality and cognition as they grow older and experience various things......"
Speaking of this, she stopped for a moment.
Isn't this herself?
Jian Na was the same, step by step to the current sequence, more or less giving up some of her original insistences.
Jane was about to say something when she saw Lumian throw the grilled meat skewer aside, and Ludwig had moved there at some point, and took a bite of the food.
"Where are you feeding the dog?" Franka laughed and scolded Lumian.
Jian Na couldn't help but laugh.
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In the depths of Quaternary Trier, a thick fog isolates the senses and spirituality, making the half-collapsed buildings in the distance loom.
The "Darkness Ones" have filled the surrounding thirty or forty meters with pure and divine sunlight, and even everyone's shadow no longer exists.
The quietly rolling fog was blocked from the sun, but the sunlight could not shine further.
Angoulême set his sights on Jack. Wharton.
The vice-abbot of the Deep Valley Monastery, a monk of the saint level, held a strange disk covered with intricate patterns and a mirrored luster.
On the disc is said to be Louis. The Gustav family brooch thing, it swayed from side to side, and finally froze in a certain direction.
"Over there." Jack. Wharton led the search.
The disc was made by him two days ago, from the knowledge given by the oracle, and the Gustav family brooch is not a real thing, but a historical projection - this does not affect its role as pointing to Louis. Gustav's medium.
Angoulême and other "Darkness" have just followed Jack. Wharton turned into a new street, and suddenly a dark shadow passed ahead.
The black shadow hunched his back slightly and walked slowly at the intersection.
It looks like a person at a rough glance, but when you look closely, it looks like a convergence of viscous black liquor.
"Ghost of Montsouri!" Angoulême quickly recognized the origin of the shadow.
This made Jack. Wharton and other clergy of the "God of Steam and Machinery" church were puzzled.
Aren't the ghosts of Montsouri all wandering in the underground Trier? Why can you enter Quaternary Trier?
Information about the ghost of Montsouri quickly flashed in the minds of these demigods who were not afraid of ghost curses, and they quickly remembered that this "ghost" did not always exist, it appeared in modern times.
"The ghost of Monsouri came out of Trier in the Fourth Age? And more than one?" Such speculation appeared in Jack. In the hearts of saints such as Wharton and Angoulême.
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Inside a luxury villa.
Lumian suddenly felt cold all over his body, unable to breathe, as if he had sunk into the viscous river water.
In the next second, a black shadow like a rickety old man appeared in his eyes.
Montsouri ghosts!
Lumi tightened her mind and sat up suddenly.
He really opened his eyes and saw that everything in the room was extremely normal, how could there be a ghost of Montsuri!
"What's wrong?" Franka hugged the thin quilt, yawned, and sat up.
Lumian was silent for a few seconds and said:
"I dreamed of the ghost of Montsuri."
Franka was startled for a moment, and then her expression became solemn:
"For witches, this may be a spiritual warning."
(End of this chapter)