Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

In the deathly silence, Lumian felt that the palm of his right hand was extremely hot, as if it was burned by fire.

He quickly took off his gloves, turned his palm, and found that the part eroded by the earth blood ore had penetrated deep into his bones and flesh, and was bright red, and there were waves of irritating and violent pain.

Other than that, there is nothing unusual for the time being.

At this time and in this scene, Lumian did not bother to conduct detailed inspections. He endured the coldness of his body and the peace of his thoughts, stepped back, and took stock of the situation of the Fountain of the Samaritan Woman.

The blurry figures sunk in the water and the long black hair like weeds have been drawn into the holes that even the light cannot shine into. They are constantly shaking, and a fierce battle seems to be taking place inside.

The corpse-like figures in white robes lingering around were not taken away by the pale spring water, but they also disappeared, as if they had evaporated out of thin air.

This made Lumian suspect that he could meet the existence of the suspected high-ranking witch somewhere else on the fourth floor, that is, a similar change had occurred in the Fountain of the Samaritan Woman.

The scene in front of him suddenly gave Lumian a bold idea:

Now that the terrifying figure was pulled back to the spring by a strange force, one struggled to resist, and the other tried his best to suppress it. It seemed that the winner would not be determined for a while, so it was better to remain vigilant, pause the escape, and see if there was a way to make arrangements and take advantage of the situation. The pale spring water gushes out again, take a little away.

There are neither water ghosts sinking at the bottom of the spring nor vague figures wandering around. It is the safest time!

The next second, Lumian saw Hela take out a vial made of gold. The bottle was engraved with many complex and mysterious symbols. They were the same as what Lumian saw at the basement door of the Highland Secret Medicine store. Those are very similar.

Hela did not wait for the pale spring water to gush out again. She squatted down and pressed the mouth of the bottle to the soil at the edge.

The soil is dark. The closer you get to the dark hole, the more special it becomes, as if it contains countless colors. The further outside it becomes, the more ordinary it becomes. When you reach the area where the spring water has not been immersed, it is completely close to the state of the slope itself.

At this time, because the pale, blurred spring water has shrunk into the dark hole, most of the dark soil surface has become dry, without any liquid, but the edge part is still a little wet and refreshing. There were some water droplets that were more realistic than the pale spring water and closer to the color of the lake at night.

Seeing that HeLa was targeting these liquids, Lumian asked in confusion:

You won't wait until the Fountain of Samaria springs up again?

Hela shook his head:

This is the real Spring of the Samaritan Woman. Those pale waters are dangerous things that we cannot touch at all now. If you touch a little, you will die immediately and linger next to the spring or sink near the spring eye forever. , and the containers we use are no exception.”

Is it so terrifying? The Fountain of the Samaritan Woman is a derivative of the pale water rather than the original substance? Lumian also took out the metal vial he had prepared in advance and picked up the droplets of soil from the edge of the spring.

Just one drop, and his bottle showed signs of rust and corrosion caused by being soaked in water for a long time.

Hela said nothing, and took out another gold vial that was also engraved with a large number of complex symbols, and threw it to Lumian.

Only then did Lumian successfully catch the dripping water from the Samaritan Woman's Spring, and most of his attention was focused on the dark spring.

As soon as the earthquake-like shaking there stopped, he would immediately turn around and run wildly with the water he had received from the Samaritan Woman's Fountain!

One drop, two drops, three drops, the spring water entered the golden vial in a state that was so slow that it seemed to stop at any time, and the one Lumian had originally prepared became increasingly rusty and broken.

Lumian looked at the progress that could not be accelerated, and worried that the pale spring water would gush out again.

He was affected by various negative factors and felt manic in his heart.

So he opened and closed his mouth and cursed all kinds of curse words silently to relieve the emotions in his heart.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, he only filled a third of the bottle of spring water when he saw Hela stop on its own initiative and screw on the cap of the golden vial.

Don't be greedy... Lumian warned himself, and followed Hela to finish collecting the water from the Samaritan Woman's Spring.

The two of them quickly ran to the top of the slope.

Not long after, the sound of rushing water came from behind them.

The pale spring water gushes out of the dark hole again!

The two of them did not look back to see the situation, and continued to run wildly out of the gray mist, as if there were invisible and terrifying monsters chasing after them.

In just a few seconds, the two finally came to the edge of the fog. Lumian grabbed the arm of Hela, stepped on it hard, and threw himself out.

After leaving the area shrouded in gray-white fog, Lumian finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the coldness in his body and the precipitation in his mind had improved a lot.

Psychic piercing!

Jenna's body emerged from the shadows, and there were two flashes of electricity in her eyes.

The man in the wizard's robe heard the illusory cracking sound, and felt intense pain pouring out from the depths of his spiritual body and occupying his brain.

He instinctively fell down and curled up, as if he wanted to relieve the pain in this way.

Franca didn't give him this chance and pointed the mirror she just took out at him.

As the client dressed as a wizard was reflected in the mirror, black flames ignited in Franka's palms and smeared against the glass surface.

The Witch's Curse!

Black flames suddenly erupted from the man's body, burning his still struggling soul to an extremely weak state.

Immediately afterwards, layers of crystal ice covered him, and colorless spider silk wound around him, revealing his form.

Franka planned to control the other person, not kill him. After all, no one knew whether this guy was involved in any pollution or high-level things. Reckless channeling could easily lead to accidents.

Seeing that the man had become very weak and heavily controlled, Franka was slightly surprised and whispered: That's it?

She had no doubt that she and Jenna could defeat each other by coordinating a sudden attack, but she didn't expect it to be so easy and simple.

The next second, the man opened his mouth with difficulty under the triple control of black flames, ice and spider silk, and let out a weak voice: You are committing a crime!

As soon as he finished speaking, there seemed to be a violent vibration deep in the ground, and a stone suddenly fell from the top of the tunnel, hitting Jenna's head directly.

Jenna jumped forward and rolled to avoid it, but she was hit twice by the falling rocks.

Franka is also in a similar situation. She feels that the entire tunnel will collapse if it continues. Even if she has a mirror stand-in, there is no guarantee that she can survive out of this tunnel.

She no longer hesitated, and shook her right hand, causing the remaining black flames in the client's body to erupt again.

Black flames burned the spirit body, and the man dressed as a wizard quickly lost his life.

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The vibrations in the tunnel then stopped, leaving only dust filling the air.

Franka breathed a sigh of relief, wasting no time, and quickly arranged the psychic ritual. Jenna rubbed her shoulders and back, and alerted the surroundings to prevent anyone from passing by.

After a while, Franka completed the Magic Mirror Psychic Technique. She held the mirror, looked at the pale and bluish face with a slightly arrogant temperament and said: How much do you know about the secret of the deep valley quarry? ?”

The man's spirit replied blankly: Some people want to use machinery to extend life, and some people want to use machinery to gain life.

Part of the people of Deep Valley Abbey are slipping down the abyss.

It's so vague, can't you be more detailed? Franka asked: Which organization are you from, and why do you want to take advantage of the janitor's disappearance?

The man was about to answer when a layer of ever-changing fog suddenly filled the inside of the mirror.

Click!

The mirror in Franka's hand shattered instantly.

boom!

The man's body wrapped in ice and spider silk exploded, and his flesh and blood turned into mist, covering the area.

Almost at the same time, Franka cracked like a mirror, turning into pieces and falling to the ground.

Her figure was quickly outlined at the intersection of the tunnel and appeared beside Jenna.

Sure enough, there is a problem. Franka looked solemnly at the shapeless blood mist, watching it gradually settle and merge into the earth.

At this time, the corpse had turned into a puddle of flesh, and all the items on it, except those made of metal, had become debris.

Franka and Janna searched briefly and found a brass key and coins worth two to three hundred felkins.

They didn't dare to stay any longer, and left after clearing the traces.

About two or three minutes later, a pair of legs wearing knee-high brown boots appeared next to the pool of flesh and blood, holding a shrunken, golden kettle with a wick sticking out.

The blazing sunlight shone on the entrance to the catacombs in Purgatory Square and on Lumian's body, making him feel as if he had returned from the kingdom of the dead to the world of the living, and a lot of the coldness in his body was dispelled.

He glanced sideways at Hela whose face was still pale, with purple body spots and signs of decay that had not yet healed, and smiled and said:

Although there was no real battle, it was the closest I got to death.

Those who can retain their imprints in the pale spring water for a long time are all great people in the past. Hela said simply.

Lumian asked casually as he walked towards the edge of the square:

What is the use of the Fountain of the Samaritan Woman? It can't really be used to forget the past and pain, right?

Hela shook his head:

For me, it can be used to replace a ritual, or become an integral part of another ritual.

Lumian didn't understand much and didn't ask further questions.

Soon, he discovered that the feeling of cold body and settled thoughts did not completely disappear just because he left the catacombs.

Most of them have been dispersed, as if they have become a part of themselves, and will slowly grow again at night.

The anomaly in us is still there. Lumian reminded Hila in a deep voice.

Hela nodded:

I have a way to deal with it, and the one who asked you to bring the spring water should also have a way.

Lumian said hmm, said goodbye to Hila, and walked to the public carriage stop.

Rather than the gradual death-like anomaly, he was more worried about the earth-blood ore and strange rust that had eroded into his palms.

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