Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

As the three-part honorary name was read out, a gray mist appeared all around Lumian, and an unsettling feeling filled him.

The orange candlelight was then dyed a bluish color, illuminating the entire altar in an eerie and profound light.

At this moment, Lumian's thoughts seemed to have become sluggish, and he felt that the flesh and blood under his skin was itching, as if something was about to come out.

Faintly, the gaze from infinite heights appeared again.

Lumi calmed down and continued to pray.

He followed the Magician lady's account and combined it with the sacrifice-related knowledge in Aurore's witchcraft notes, and read in Hermes: I pray to you;

I pray you to remove the curse from me...

Frankly speaking, Lumian wanted to directly ask that great existence to protect him for a year and protect him from any harm, but this was obviously impossible to achieve. In order to deal with the threat posed by the ghost of Montsuri, he And I haven’t mastered the relevant Hermetic words yet, so I can only refer to it more vaguely by the curse on my body.

At the end of the ceremony, Lumian began to borrow power from the herbs in the altar.

The next second, his vision became blurry, and an angel with twelve pairs of wings of light seemed to appear in front of him.

The angel came down from above, opened his arms, and embraced Lumian in his arms.

The pairs of wings made of light then closed up and wrapped them up layer by layer.

Lumian suddenly woke up and saw that the candle flame that was stained with cyan had turned back to orange at some point.

Recalling the experience just now, he seemed to have had a dream, and couldn't help but mutter to himself silently: Did I just see an angel? Did that great being ask the angel next to her to bless me and help me remove the curse?

Before today, Lumian had only heard descriptions of angels in the sermons of the Eternal Blazing Sun Church. He never thought that one day he would be embraced by an angel.

Lumian became more and more in awe of the mysterious organization code-named by Tarot cards, and of the great being who sealed the pollution in his body.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief and half-heartedly: If the curse brought by the ghost of Montsuri was really a curse, then there should be no problem now. One can only wander around in the underground of Trier, even the Eternal Flame Yang Ghosts that dare not be touched even under the protection of church clergy, how can they be compared to angels?

Of course, Lumian is still half-hearted, because he is praying for the removal of the curse. What if the ghost of Monsuri does not kill people by the curse?

He waited until midnight, but still did not receive a reply from the magician.

He didn't dare to sleep, so he lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

It was not until the latter half of the night that all the noise on the street subsided. Lumian heard the subtle chirping of insects in the distance and the even more distant whistle.

Suddenly, his body felt heavy and his breathing became difficult, as if someone had completely wrapped his body in a quilt and was pressed inside.

not good! Lumian struggled to get up, but he could only move his two arms.

He couldn't even open his eyes!

Even the arm seemed to be held down by someone, and it was difficult to lift it a few centimeters.

The next second, Lumian's body became cold, and there was a wet feeling at the end of his nose, as if someone had been put in a sack and sunk deep into the river.

His breathing stopped, his chest felt tight and painful, and his thoughts were sluggish.

Lumian tried his best to resist but had an idea flash in his mind, which was to enter a meditative state and activate the black thorn symbol on his chest.

After a moment, he gave up the idea.

One is that it is very likely that he will lose control, and the other is that the ghost of Montsuri has nothing to do with the hidden existence named Fate, and may not be frightened by the black thorn symbol.

Unless there is no other choice and he is only one step away from death, Lumian will not try this seemingly useless method that involves risking his life.

His lips and nose became cold, as if they were being held down by invisible hands.

Coupled with the feeling of drowning, Lumian couldn't breathe at all and his lungs were about to explode.

Words such as Hunter, Provocateur, Dancer, Pollution, Seal, Fallen Mercury, etc. flashed through Lumian's mind one after another, constantly combining into ideas and then scattering.

Fallen Mercury...

Fallen Mercury! Finally, Lumian had an idea and struggled to move his gloved left palm to the side.

He had just placed the evil dagger in the most convenient position to deal with possible accidents.

A few seconds later, Lumian, who was trying to breathe with his mouth wide open, touched the handle of the Corrupted Mercury and lifted up the silver-black short knife.

At this time, the Fallen Mercury was not wrapped in black cloth strips, and the layers of patterns on it made people dizzy.

Lumian used all his strength, raised his shoulders little by little, bent his arms, and stabbed the Corrupted Mercury upwards to his body.

Without any hesitation, Lumian gritted his teeth and followed the downward force to bend his arms towards his body. With a pop, he inserted the Fallen Mercury into his left waist.

The red blood overflowed, dyeing the blade of the corrupted mercury red, and the illusory mercury droplets representing the fate of being burned by fire entered Lumian's body.

The pain stimulated Lumian's oxygen-starved brain to wake up a lot. His vision went dark, and a mysterious river composed of countless mercury complex symbols emerged.

This represents his own destiny.

Regardless of careful selection, Lumian turned his attention to the lower reaches of the illusory river, to a river that was about to swallow up other tributaries.

Immediately afterwards, he poured his own spirituality into the fallen mercury, allowing it to move the corresponding complex mercury symbols formed by the self-twining of the river.

The next second, Lumian saw himself lying on the bed, his face turned purple, and he was close to death.

The mercury symbols shrank suddenly and solidified into droplets of water, seeping into the blade of Corrupted Mercury. Almost at the same time, Lumian felt that his whole body became relaxed and no longer felt like drowning or asphyxiation. At the same time, he was surrounded by pain and groaned uncontrollably.

Clumps of flames burst out from his body, and his skin was charred inch by inch.

He had just used the suffering from the flames stored in the fallen mercury to exchange his fate of being attacked by the ghost of Montsuri, and successfully got rid of the state where he was weak even in struggling, and was no longer attacked!

Fallen Mercury can stab others as well as Lumian himself, replacing part of his unwanted fate! He was ignited and felt the pain of fighting the fire monster again.

Lumian, who was well prepared, turned over and rolled under the bed.

In the splashing movement, he rolled back and forth, suppressing the flames on his body.

After a while, it was unknown whether Lumian's strategy had an effect, or the flames brought about by the exchange of fate burned to the end, or both, and he was no longer wrapped in red flames.

But his clothes had been burned to tatters, his body was covered in large scorch marks, his nose was shaky and about to fall off, and his hair was much less smelly of the lake.

Lumian tried hard to keep his eyes open and concentrate his energy to prevent himself from fainting.

As time passed, he felt that his life force was passing away rapidly.

He struggled to hold on, relying solely on his chest to hold on, unable to swallow a single breath.

After an unknown amount of time, Lumian's ears finally rang with an unusually beautiful bell.

when! when! when!

The bell representing six o'clock in the morning in Trier echoed in the streets and surrounding areas, and wisps of morning light appeared on the horizon.

Lumian suddenly became sober and no longer felt any pain.

His physical and mental state has completely reset!

Huh... Lumian let out a breath, turned over and stood up, looked in front of him, and saw that the linen shirt and dark trousers he wore last night had been burned until only a few rags were left, and his skin condition had completely returned to normal.

Already in financial crisis, he couldn't help but sigh: He had to repair a set of clothes, which was another expense!

It doesn't look like a curse... Lumian changed his clothes, walked out of the room, went to the bathroom and washed his face with tap water.

He then looked in the mirror and found that part of his hair had become shorter, and part of it had lost the golden color dyed on the surface. These external things cannot be reset.

After washing up, Lumian returned to 207 and was surprised to see an extra letter in the room.

The paper folded into squares was lying quietly on the wooden table.

Lumian couldn't help but murmured silently, Is it too early to reply at this point?

You didn't sleep last night. Did you just get home?

Shaking his head, Lumian walked over and unfolded the Magician's reply. The words on the letter were scrawled and messy, and it could only be vaguely seen that they belonged to the lady: Well done. Next, have more contact with Mr. K, and show a side that is not rational enough and prone to fanaticism, until he preaches to you and invites you to join. The organization he belongs to. First, die in front of it, rely on the pollution in your body to kill it, and avenge those who died.

Two, use your short knife to exchange the fate of 'encountering the ghost of Montsuri'. Haven't you ever thought that that short knife can also be used on yourself?

Third, live in a church of a certain church and stop going out.

PS: Please double the monthly ticket~

To read the latest chapter of Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Fate, please pay attention to the Knight Novel Network (www.tcknh.com)