Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

As time passed, Lumian felt that his body temperature was slowly passing away. Even if the sun was shining brightly outside the window of the public carriage, he could not stop such changes.

His thinking became less and less active, and the skin on the back of his hands became increasingly paler.

Finally, Lumian persisted and reached the market area.

When he jumped off the public carriage, his hands and feet seemed to become a little stiff.

As soon as he turned into White Coat Street, a gentleman who came towards him was suddenly startled and let out a low voice with fear in his eyes.

Lumian subconsciously looked to the side and looked at himself reflected in the glass window of the cafe.

Her blond and black hair seemed to have not been washed for many days, her face was so pale that it turned blue, there were purple patches and traces of decay on her neck, and her eyes were cold and hollow, like a corpse that had been dead for many days.

Lumian smiled at the gentleman and said:

How about it? Is it true that I'm pretending to be a living corpse?

He heard his voice getting closer to the coldness of Hela.

The gentleman swore silently and stepped around the guy who looked like he was going to a masquerade party.

Lumian understood that the pollution on his body was becoming more and more serious, so he quickened his pace and ran into the safe house that he had not yet checked out with an uncoordinated posture.

He quickly set up the altar, spread out the paper, and wrote a short letter to Ms. Magician:

I completed Lady Justice's commission and obtained the spring water from the Samaritan Woman's Fountain, but I was also polluted and it became more and more serious. How should I clean it up?

After folding the letter paper neatly, Lumian summoned Ms. Magician's messenger.

The doll messenger appeared above the blue candlelight, looked at Lumian, and nodded approvingly:

I like your current temperament very much, except that your hair is too greasy.

Do you have the temperament of someone who is about to die? Lumian's urge to mutter is much less than before.

After watching the doll messenger leave, he set a waiting limit of fifteen minutes for himself. After this time, if Ms. Magician had not replied, he would have to find another way to deal with the pollution on his body, such as holding a ceremony. , pray directly to Mr. Fool.

Click, click, the pointer of the pocket watch borrowed from the Breeze Dance Hall beats normally according to a fixed rhythm, but Lumian had previously discovered that it was nearly ten minutes later than the normal time, as if it was getting closer to Sarah. Fountain of Mary beats slower and slower.

Suddenly, pieces of starlight flew out of the void and instantly condensed into a mysterious and dreamy door.

The door opened, and the Magician lady in a brown dress came out. Behind the door was deep darkness, dotted with stars.

The Major Arcana card holder of the Tarot Club glanced at Lumian, nodded slightly and said:

Pray to Mr. Fool for angelic purification.

Do I still have to pray to Mr. Fool? Lumian didn’t ask any further questions and just started the ceremony on the altar that had been arranged.

After lighting the candles in the correct order, dripping in the pure dew, and burning the herbs, he took a step back, looked at the candle flames, and recited in a deep voice:

The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck...

I pray to you;

I pray that you will purify the pollution from my body...

When the ceremony was completed, Lumian once again saw the angel with condensed light, once again covered in layers by twelve pairs of wings of light.

With only light remaining in his eyes, he felt the coldness evaporating from his body, and his body temperature quickly recovered.

Not long after, the angel returned. Lumian looked at the full-length mirror in the room and found that his face, hair, and eyes had completely recovered, and the purple-red corpse spots had completely disappeared. Only a few traces of decay remained, but there was no There were signs of deterioration, which seemed to take time to heal.

Lumian sincerely thanked Mr. Fool and ended the ceremony.

He was about to turn to Ms. Magician when he suddenly remembered something and quickly raised his right hand and looked at the palm of his hand.

The wounds corroded by the earth's blood ore are still there, and although they are not as bright red as when they first blended into the rust, they are not dim either, just like a few scars have been dotted there with blood.

Feeling the faint madness and violence coming from his right palm, Lumian frowned in confusion and said, Can't this be purified?

Ms. Magician stared at his right palm for a few seconds, and instead of answering directly, she said: Tell me the details.

She took the initiative to pull up a chair and sit down, without any intention of standing to communicate.

Lumian followed and sat on the chair in front of the wooden table, starting from Ms. Justice's commission and continuing to talking about how he and Hela each took one-third of the bottle of spring water from the Samaritan Woman's Spring .

Here, he focused on describing the crazy and terrifying giant figure and the strange power that pulled the opponent back. At the same time, he did not forget the appearance of Timonit and his various actions, as well as the return of the earth blood ore.

Ms. Magician listened quietly and laughed:

It is too difficult for a real big shot to die completely. Even if there is no extraordinary characteristics, no body, no soul, there are still spiritual imprints, death marks, residual breath and other things. Once the conditions are met, you may be able to return to the world with the help of a suitable body. to the real world.”

Like the original Creator? Lumian roughly understood what Ms. Magician wanted to express, and asked after careful consideration, Who is that figure?

Ms. Magician thought for a moment and said: It should be the Blood Emperor of the Fourth Age', www.youxs.org.

Blood Emperor? One of the Four Emperors? Blood Emperor? www.youxs.org.

www.youxs.org, Trier sinking into the earth is His capital.

www.youxs.org, this Blood Emperor is the real god, mastering the Hunter path, that is to say, he is the Sequence 0 Red Priest!

Yes. Ms. Magician nodded, The War of the Four Emperors is a war of gods in the true sense. Alistair Tudor fell in Trier in the Fourth Age, causing the capital of the empire to sink. Underground, and He who was already crazy did many things. It is said that he almost let all the gods who participated in the war be buried with Him. To this day, there are still many remnants of that war underground in Trier. It can even be said that they are profound. Earth affects part of the history of the Fifth Age.

The Fifth Age is the era in which Lumian and others live, and is called the Black Iron Age.

Almost all the gods who participated in the war were buried with him? The Blood Emperor was really crazy... Lumian was curious when he heard:

What exactly is the War of the Four Emperors?

I'm not sure either. Ms. Magician spread her hands, I just heard a few words from two beings who have personally experienced the War of Four Emperors. In fact, they don't understand the whole picture. After all, they can't look directly at it. God, remember, you cannot look directly at God, even if it is just an incomplete mythical creature that the Sequence 4 Saint lost control of.

Are there any beings who have personally experienced the War of the Four Emperors who are still alive today? They can participate in that divine war, at least they are angels...the two angels next to Mr. Fool's throne? Well, it is mentioned in the Holy Scriptures However, Mr. Fool's Angel of Time is an angel from the ancient era, and he is one of them? Lumian tried to make a guess based on the information he had.

He had heard Aurore mention the concept of mythical creatures and the corresponding issues, and he had no doubts about the sentence Don't look directly at God.

Lumian asked enthusiastically:

After the death of the Blood Emperor, was there still a spiritual brand, death mark or residual breath sealed in the spring of the Samaritan Woman's Fountain?

That should be the mark of death, but I think it is also mixed with spiritual marks, residual aura, and even some residual spirits that have been retained for some reason. Otherwise, Blood Emperor'www.youxs.org, haha, fighting can be considered Hunter's characteristics. Ms. Magician said her speculation.

As she spoke, she put her hand into the void, and the front end disappeared from Lumian's eyes.

After groping for a while, the lady took out a glass of attractive light red wine.

You, didn't your sister teach you? When you have guests, remember to ask them if they want tea or wine, or if they want snacks. Ms. Magician took a sip of the light red wine and shook her head.

How could I remember at this time? Where did she get her wine from? Only then did Lumian realize that he had forgotten to ask the most important thing.

He accepted the instruction sincerely and asked other questions first: Where did the strange power that dragged the Blood Emperor back to the spring come from?

I don't know. Ms. Magician answered very simply, Even the true god may not know. The only thing that is certain is that it has nothing to do with the War of the Four Emperors.

Lumian suppressed the matter in his heart for the time being, raised his right hand and said: What on earth are these traces? Can't even Mr. Fool purify them?

This is not considered pollution, how can it be purified? Ms. Magician slowly took a sip of light red wine and said, This is equivalent to a magical item embedded in your hand, which will bring some negative effects, and the negative effects are It can’t be purified unless you remove the object itself.”

Mysterious item... what does it do and what are its hidden dangers? Lumian did not expect to hear such an answer.

It has no effect. Ms. Magician laughed, I said equivalent, but it does not mean equal. Of course, it is not completely useless, but it can't make you stronger directly. Rumor has it that in the underground In Trier of the Fourth Age, in other secret places, there is the Blood Emperor'www.youxs.org. Only people with the blood of the Tudor family can open it, and now, you can also open it.

Is it equivalent to my palm having some Tudor blood and breath that does not involve extraordinary power? Lumian tried to extend his spirit to the bright red scars on his right palm.

As soon as the two came into contact, his whole body was suddenly enveloped in a crazy, violent, terrifying, and superior aura, and the entire room and even the entire apartment began to tremble uncontrollably.

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