Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

In the dark tunnel supported by stone pillars, Franka, who didn't care whether there was a carbide lamp or not, turned her head to look at Lumian and said slightly worriedly:

Is there really no problem with using that heart to get promoted? Although you don't seem to be afraid of the Sauron family's curse, it will affect your state after taking the potion and may cause you to fail. In fact, you can really consider adding Dana’s suggestion is that taking one more potion from Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 will make you stronger, but that’s it, there won’t be any qualitative change, so it’s better to choose a safer plan.”

The Witch of Pleasure has already learned from Lumian what happened in the underground labyrinth of Red Swan Castle and most of the replies from Ms. Magician.

While she marveled at the existence of the special soldiers and the crazy roar of the out-of-control angel, she was a little worried about Lumian's idea of ​​using the extraordinary characteristics of the Wax Master and the shriveled heart of the mutated black spider to prepare the potion.

Lumian, who was holding the carbide lamp, chuckled: I must be confident enough to do this.

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You have a way to eliminate the influence of the remaining blood in that heart? Franka didn't believe it too much.

At this point, she seemed to have come back to her senses:

Where are we going? Don't you want to drink the magic potion? Just find a place where there are no people. There is no need to wander around underground, right?

Lumian laughed:

Only because the destination is special enough can I be sure to minimize the influence of the remaining bloodline of the Sauron family in that heart.

At the same time, it can also weaken the danger caused by the pollution in his body when it comes to promotion!

Where is the destination? Franka suddenly looked curious.

Lumian smiled and replied: You will know when we get there.

Fuck! I hate people like you who don't finish what they say! Franka couldn't help but curse.

...........

Is this the destination you mentioned? More than half an hour later, Franka pointed to the naturally formed and modified boulder doorway in front of her, and asked in surprise and vague understanding.

The huge stone doorway is carved with a large number of skulls, bones, arms, sunflowers and steam-related symbols.

This is the entrance door to the catacombs, and ahead is the Empire of Death!

Somewhere inside it. Lumian took out a handful of white candles from the satchel that contained the torture gloves and threw them to Franka, and said with a smile, I want to be under God's gaze. Take the magic potion.

Under the gaze of God? Franka looked at Lumian suspiciously, wondering if this guy had contracted the bad habit of astrologers: not speaking human words!

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Without explaining, Lumian lit a white candle and carried it into the catacombs.

As usual, with the administrator's obstruction and their own promises, the two of them arrived at the third floor of the catacombs and saw the two sacrificial pillars made of mottled boulders and the surrounding small square.

After setting foot in an incredibly clean area, Franka suddenly realized: Do you want to take advantage of the specialness here?

She had explored the catacombs before, but had never gone deep into the third level. She had only heard Lumian mention that there was a square here with two pillars symbolizing the Eternal Sun and the God of Steam and Machinery. Sacrificial Pillar.

Under the protection of these two sacrificial pillars, even if the candles in their hands are extinguished, the humans in the square area will not be swallowed up by the darkness, and even the traces of their existence will die.

Yes. Lumian laughed.

He handed the white candle in his hand to Franka, walked to the huge mottled pillar engraved with a large number of symbols such as the Holy Emblem of the Sun, sun flowers and radioactive lines, spread his arms respectfully, and prayed sincerely: Praise the sun!

His plan was to use the specialness of the catacombs themselves and the shelter of this sacrificial square to suppress the influence of the remaining bloodline of the Sauron family and the fate of the pollution in the body.

According to his experience, a large part of such influence comes from the outside, from the corresponding source, www.youxs.org.

Without this part of the influence, what is left is the internal pollution caused by the temporary loss of balance of the body during promotion and the changes in the seal. Lumian has experienced it deeply in the previous three promotions and feels that it is completely bearable. Because of these Tainted outside help is weakened by the special effects of the Catacombs and the Sanctuary Suppression of the Sacrifice Pillar.

The original inspiration for this plan came from the formation of the extraordinary jewelry Beatrice's Necklace. It came from Ms. Magician saying that certain special circumstances can cut off the connection and prevent the power of the gift from returning to the mother's body, such as the Samaritan Woman The area around Human Spring.

Lumian felt that although the sacrificial square in the catacombs was definitely not as special as the area around the Fountain of the Samaritan Woman, it was not much worse. After column protection double filtration, external influences will definitely be significantly reduced.

Moreover, the sanctity of this sacrificial square comes from the blessing of the righteous god, and Lumian does not have to worry about the backlash from the surrounding environment if he takes magic potion to be promoted here.

Seeing Lumian sincerely praising the sun, Franka felt a little stupid for a moment.

It’s really under the “watch” of the gods!

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But aren’t you afraid that you, who is actually a follower of Mr. Fool, will be directly purified?

After finishing his prayer, Lumian returned to Franka, took out an exquisite perfume bottle and handed it to her.

What is this? Franka asked doubtfully.

Grey amber perfume. Lumian's expression flashed brightly and dimly under the swaying candlelight. After I take the potion, you observe my reaction. If you feel something is wrong, unscrew the cap and bring the mouth of the bottle closer to In front of my nose.”

He originally did this by himself, but this time, with the influence of the remaining bloodline of the Sauron family, he is also in the mid-level. He is worried that the situation will become more serious, and he may not have the ability to open the perfume bottle. , and if he uses it from the beginning, he will subconsciously remember that he made it himself, which may lead to a lack of effect.

Okay. Seeing that Lumian had no intention of explaining, Franka suppressed her inner curiosity and did not ask.

Lumian glanced at the wide stone steps leading to the second level of the catacombs, and added: One more thing you need to do is to prevent tourists from disturbing me.

Do you think I'm stupid? Franka rolled her eyes.

Does this still need to be explained?

Lumian said nothing more and took out a crystal beer glass from his satchel.

Using a measuring cylinder, he first put in a full 80 ml of dark red Wax Master blood, and then threw away the venom glands of the mutated black spider, 10 grams of amber powder and two white oak fruits collected over the previous month. Go in.

These materials, which may have strong spirituality or corresponding symbols, were mixed together. They did not melt instantly, but a certain amount of black foam floated.

Lumian then gently sank the blood-colored thing that looked like a shrunken human brain and the shriveled, black withered heart into his blood.

With a hiss, the blood-colored mist filled the air and then shrank back. All the solids quickly decomposed and blended with each other, making the color of the potion darker and darker.

Bubbles bubbled and burst, and in the end, the liquid in the beer glass turned iron-black, with a lot of red rust floating on it.

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Franka saw this and whispered:

Sure enough, those who play tactics are dirty, and so are potions...

Looking at the dark, bloody potion, Lumian took off his satchel and military flask and threw them aside.

After throwing the lie to Franka, he slowly exhaled and adjusted himself.

After twenty or thirty seconds, he sat down cross-legged, held up the beer glass with his wrist firmly, and drank the potion without any hesitation.

This potion has a strong smell of rust, and the entrance is cold, like a snake-like creature crawling in the dark, greasy, and cold.

Lumian's body did not feel as if he was being burned as he had done a few times before. Instead, he felt cold all over, as if all the fire had been absorbed by the potion.

At the same time, his head began to feel a familiar throbbing pain, and hallucinations quickly appeared in front of his eyes - all his thoughts and the information he had mastered turned into reality, connected together in the form of miniature pictures, forming a layered picture. Intertwined spider webs.

This caused Lumian's brain to be torn apart, and the terrifying murmurs that seemed to come from infinite distance yet seemed to be close to him vaguely sounded in his ears again, accompanied by the spread of violent and crazy emotions.

But these were not serious. The severe pain caused by the former did not make Lumian almost unconscious. He rolled over instinctively, but his expression was twisted and ferocious involuntarily. He clenched his hands tightly and groaned in pain uncontrollably. The latter was completely supporting Bo Monk is within the tolerance range.

Lumian's right palm was stimulated and felt vaguely warm.

Finally, the burning of the flame came. This time, it was concentrated in Lumian's mind. It was unreal and illusory.

During this process, Franca, who was watching, wanted to open the bottle of perfume several times, but as soon as she had such an idea, Lumian became more normal again.

It sounds very slow, but in reality it only took twenty or thirty seconds. Lumian's clenched hands slowly let go, and the distorted facial muscles gradually reset.

Huh... Lumian exhaled a stream of hot air and opened his eyes.

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Successful? Franka asked subconsciously.

Lumian felt the stinging pain in his head and body, and responded in a funny way: If you don't succeed, you will have already started fighting me who is out of control.

This was actually easier than his previous three promotions.

Who knows if the 'conspirator' lost control and pretended to be a normal person and attacked me secretly... Franka knew that she was speaking quickly, but she still argued instinctively.

Lumian raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, feeling the pain return, and his thoughts seemed to be clearer than before.

He quickly recalled all the things that had happened before, and was keenly aware that there might be some problems with some of their details.

This was something he hadn't discovered before.

For example, according to the nightmare, Ilett, a poet who often participated in the King Cake game, should have been half-waxed for a long time, and could go crazy at any time and harm himself or the people around him, but not only was he fine, but he also visited the problematic Sacred Heart Monastery, www. youxs.org!

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