Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Boom boom boom.

A slightly hasty knock on the door echoed in the office.

A weak and indifferent voice came out: "Please come in."

Lumian twisted the handle, pushed open the vermilion door, and saw the pale and thin young man.

Wearing a blue shirt, black waistcoat, and dark suit, he stands at a large desk, looking toward the door.

After discovering that the visitor was Bono Goodwell, the assistant secretary named Thibaut Jacques laughed:

"Don't worry. Decay is an inescapable fate for all things. Human beings are like this, and so are organizations. Once it starts to decline, various problems will appear..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Lumian approaching him a few steps, and suddenly became vigilant, and blurted out, "What are you going to do..."

Bang! Lumian swung his fist, accompanied by a blazing red flame.

This interrupted Tybalt's words, forcing him to instinctively raise his hand and use his forearm to block the punch.

The flames flickered away, blackening his sleeves.

At the same time, he heard a mocking voice: "So weak?"

Lumian's original plan was to use flames to cover his fists, which is a quiet attack method that would not be noticed by the surrounding staff. He pulled out "Fallen Mercury" while in chaos, created a wound on the opponent, and then, before the target regained consciousness, Forcibly passed him, and escaped from the khaki building where the congressman's office was located from the balcony.

During this process, you can use fireballs, "Fire Crows" and other methods to slow down the enemy. If you try to get some injuries, you have to escape to the In a nearby alley, drill into Trier underground. Anyway, the "armor" made by the flames can burn pathogens. In the case of short contact time, Lumian is unlikely to be infected with the disease. Even if there are some omissions, the symptoms It would be mild, too, enough to keep him going until six in the morning.

If it doesn't work, he can go to Franka and borrow half a bottle of healing potion.

With the old physique of Ruhr, the scavenger, he can only get sick one or two hours after being exposed to the thick phlegm of the disease. Lumian believes that he has no problem.

Of course, the premise is that the mouthful of thick phlegm is Tybalt's more powerful method, and he can't create a severe disease that can explode symptoms within a minute or two. If not, Lumian also has flames that can be used to protect himself.

And now, through a short fight, he found that Thibaut Jacques was much weaker than he thought!

This made Lumian change his mind instantly.

Without a sound, his body was covered with a layer of crimson flames.

The flame is like a stream of water, separated from the skin, hair, clothes, and hat by an invisible layer of vacuum, suspended there, burning and flowing continuously.

Streams of crimson continued to emerge from Lumian's body and melted into them.

This made Lumian wear a crimson cloak that covered his whole body. Between the dancing flames, his disguised face and blue eyes that seemed to be burning with two flames were vaguely shown.

With a snap, he threw away the dark civilization stick in his hand, and blasted Tybalt with another fist surrounded by flames.

The red handle of the cane was still burning, scorching the place where handprints, fingerprints and sweat would be left.

Bang, bang, Tybalt was beaten back two steps in a row, as if he was facing a flame storm, his eyes were full of jumping red. "

He roared loudly, and suddenly spit thick phlegm at Lumian.

The thick yellow phlegm with a hint of green was stopped by the "flame cloak", and it was burned instantly, making a sizzling sound.

Bang, bang, bang! Lumian swung his arms around the crimson flames, and pinned Tybalt in the corner of the office, making him lean against the wall, close to the cabinet, unable to escape, unable to retreat, and could only passively use Arms doing parry.

Seeing that the "disease phlegm" failed to work, and the surrounding air was getting hotter and hotter under the influence of the burning flames and the source of high temperature, making his skin feel hot, Tybalt's heart tightened. , we must shout for help.

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But as soon as he opened his mouth, Lumian's flaming fist struck his arm, causing his whole body to tremble, and his words were forcibly blocked in his throat.

Tybalt wanted to call for help again and again, but was interrupted by the other party just right time and time again, and the deep voice of the enemy kept echoing in his ears: "Is this little strength?"

"How dare a weak chick like you spit everywhere?"

“Didn’t the gods you worship tell you not to behave uncivilized?”

"I'll find a hundred bums and each one will spit in your mouth!"

These words of ridicule made Tybalt's eyes turn red, and he forgot about asking for help for a while, only wanting to let the other party fester and die.

One after another translucent blisters appeared on his exposed skin, filled with a yellowish black disgusting liquid.

bang bang bang!

Lumian's flame fist burned Tybalt's sleeve and burst the translucent blisters there, but the yellowish and blackish disgusting liquid failed to touch his skin. Gloves barrier.

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The pathogens remaining on the surface of the glove also quickly died out under the subsequent red flames.

In the uninterrupted but not fatal continuous blows, all the translucent water bubbles burst on their own in the environment with higher and higher temperature, and the yellowish black liquid evaporated rapidly, forming an almost naked-eye bubble around Tybalt. Unseen mist.

But these mist were either burned by the flames or melted by the high temperature, unable to penetrate the "flame cloak" and erode Lumian's body.

At this time, Tybalt, who had been beaten several times, recovered from the "provocation", opened his mouth again, and shouted for help.

The high-temperature gas and dissipated flames penetrated Tybalt's mouth with the bombardment of Lumian's fist, scalding his expression so much that he couldn't even scream.

"Is it cool? Is this feeling good?"

"Did you ever expect to end up today when you were spitting?"

“Killing you is no different than killing a chicken!”

Lumian stared into Tybalt's eyes, watching the emotions of despair, panic, and begging for mercy gradually emerge from his eyes.

He didn't stop, and the fist surrounded by crimson flames was another round of blows like a torrential rain.

He didn't think about bypassing Tybalt's arms, and every punch hit there.

Amidst the muffled bang, Lumian stopped suddenly and withdrew his hands.

Tybalt stood with his back against the wall, his eyes blank, motionless.

The flames on Lumian's body suddenly disappeared like an upturned river, and only his footprints were still a little red.

Without even looking at Tybalt, he bent down to pick up the civilization stick, took out Mr. K's finger, and used it to press a fingerprint on the wall beside Tybalt.

After finishing these things, Lumian took off his half top hat, put it on his chest, and saluted Tybalt.

Then, he stepped over the sluggish, statue-like prey, walked into the balcony, and jumped from the edge of the shadow, against the wall, to the side of the khaki-colored building with ease.

It wasn't until this time that the upstairs didn't notice anything. Several people rushed out and looked outside, but Lumian's figure had already merged into the dark alley.

At the same time, a dull voice came from the body of Tybalt who was standing stiffly.

boom!

He suddenly exploded from the inside to the outside, and pieces of flesh and internal organs sprinkled everywhere with some crimson flames.

"Fire"!

The "Fire Injection" of the "Arsonist"!

Before Lumian left, Tybalt was actually almost dead. His internal organs and brain had been occupied by the injected flames, which were mainly destroying his spirit body.

Lumian temporarily changed his mind and did not kill Tybalt in the quickest and easiest way, for three reasons:

One is that the ghost of Montsouri may affect Tybalt’s family. If there is a choice, try not to use it as much as possible, although those people have become believers of evil gods with a high probability. The scene, combined with Mr. K's fingerprints, led the follow-up investigation to the "Aurora Society", which clearly implied that Tybalt was a follower of evil gods. Bert's spirit body, to the greatest extent, affects the harvest of the "psychic" of the favored of the evil god.

In addition, there is another reason that is not a reason, that is, killing Tybalt in this way of beating and cursing for a while makes him more comfortable.

Not long after, seven or eight people, including Hugues Artois, the red-haired lady, and the secretary with gold-rimmed glasses, rushed to Tybert Jacques' door.

They saw flesh and blood, fragments and internal organs all over the ground, and saw a large number of scorched black marks.

This red and black interlaced picture is very visually impactful, making the people present silent for a while. "

"Who did it?" Hugues Artois asked slightly in horror.

In his opinion, killing Tybalt and leaving such a scene is a warning to him, a premonition of his death!

Otherwise, who would bother with an assistant secretary?

The red-haired lady glanced at Hugh Artois, and said in a neutral voice: "The one who did it seems to be an 'arsonist', or even more powerful. With Tybalt's strength, he should have been killed in ten seconds. was killed, and the attacker chose the ability to take longer.

"His purpose seems to be to create such a scene, which is the style of the madmen of the 'Aurora Order'."

Hugh Artois shrank his pupils and said in silence for two seconds: "Why did the Aurora Society target me?"

"I don't know." The red-haired lady gave Hugues Artois a deep look and shook her head.

When the official Extraordinary began to investigate, the people who belonged to the original campaign team returned to Hugues Artois's office.

The red-haired lady looked at the secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses: "What has Tybalt done recently?"

"He was irritable due to a long-term illness, deliberately discarded the sick handkerchief, and killed two elderly and childless scavengers." The secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses replied truthfully, "I have suppressed this matter."

The red-haired lady said to herself: "Two old, childless scavengers... Tybalt's death really seems to point to Mr. Congressman."