Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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The "Judgment" card whispered in Hermes: "Ask for judgment!" The seemingly ordinary Tarot card remained unchanged, but after a few seconds, the Golden Rooster Hotel visibly shook.

The brown-green branches and green vines covering the surface of the building receded a lot, as if they were afraid of something.

This made Franka see more scenes outside the window, seeing the sky connected with the blurred tree crown, and the clouds were blown in the same direction as if they had encountered a hurricane.

As the wind direction changed, countless white clouds formed a huge vortex, hanging down towards the ground, and elongated into a giant sword of air that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The giant sword fell, and a figure stood firmly in the middle of the chaotic street. It was a woman with yellow hair draped to her shoulders, wearing a traditional off-white knight practice uniform.

She is more than 1.50 meters tall, with exquisite facial features, soft eyebrows and eyes, but she has a majesty that makes people submit and obey.

The chaotic street where she is standing is no longer the usual scene. The surrounding buildings, not too spacious roads, and peddlers who collectively fall into various desires are separated by sections, scattered all over the strange wilderness, and mixed with other streets. together.

Between them are a large number of gnarled tree roots drilled from the ground. With the giant brown and green tree as the center, they spread out layer by layer, and the closer to the middle, the denser it is.

It is precisely because of the existence of the strange wilderness that the few streets occupied by giant trees have not been noticed by outsiders!

Franca breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the short but dignified lady with yellow hair approaching.

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"judgment" and

The two cards "Two of Holy Grails" blurted out sincerely: "Praise the fool!

"Praise be to Ms. Judgment!" was called

As soon as the "judgment" lady landed, she looked to the side of the brown and green giant tree. At some point, a cradle-style dark red open carriage was parked there. A tall, dark, smoldering, demon-like creature.

Sitting in the carriage was a woman wearing a light-colored veil. She was wearing a loose white robe, her abdomen was slightly protruding, and her whole body was full of substantive maternal brilliance.

"Ms. Moon"! The Weird Wilds Are Hers

"The world on the other side"!

"Ms. Moon"...you really crawled out of the mouse hole...named

The eyes of the yellow-haired lady in "Judgment" instantly blurred, as if they were dyed a golden color. Through this, she saw all kinds of extraordinary powers intertwined with the woman in the carriage, and they existed in different colors and states.

"Deprive!" the solemn voice from

Ms. "Judgment" spit it out. That's an ancient Hermetic word. With a simple movement of her right hand,

"Ms. Moon" was temporarily deprived of the ability to breed different types of creatures of different sexes. Immediately afterwards,

Ms. "Judgment" leaned forward, pushed out her palm, and announced again in the ancient Hermes language: "Exile!" With a voice, invisible and majestic power rolled into a terrifying hurricane, whistling and blowing

In front of "Ms. Moon". They ignored the distance and seemed to be generated right at the position of the carriage.

The looming rosy lips under the veil of "Ms. Yue" opened suddenly, and took a deep breath. Finally found a vent in the container, rushing in

From the mouth of "Ms. Yue", it poured into her body. In just one second, the hurricane dissipated without a trace, and all

"Ms. Moon" swallowed it. With a strong maternal radiance, she stretched out her right hand and stroked her protruding belly soothingly.

The blue sky and white clouds are like oil paintings, and the ground is full of gnarled tree roots. Lumian saw Susanna in the canopy.

After Mathis exchanged a glance with her, a half-illusory crimson fire crow immediately condensed around him again.

Those fire crows hovered and flew high into the sky, but they couldn't reach the virtual tree crown, they could only approach it, but couldn't touch it.

They landed on the brown-green trunk, leaving scorched black marks. Seeing this, Lumian quickly changed the attack target.

He had previously discovered that the flame was harmful to the named

The weirdness of the "Shadow Tree" can cause a certain amount of damage! Crimson fireballs condensed one after another, rumbling towards the branches of the giant tree, but only burned them, failing to achieve more obvious effects.

Lumian temporarily stopped moving, taking advantage of Susanna. Matisse was busy with something, and Charlotte.

Calvino is still recovering from the burns he suffered. Suspected to be hiding in an illusory scene, the crimson flames in his palm condensed layer by layer, and finally turned into a fist-sized white ball.

Boom! The explosion sound from the incandescent fireball was several times stronger than before, however,

The "Tree of Shadows" didn't even drop a single piece of skin, only a wider area of ​​scorched black and the slight involution of a giant light-colored flower proved that the blazing white flames were not an illusion.

Lumian's expression was dignified, and it took a while for a long spear wrapped in white flames to appear in his palm.

He threw the spear at the giant brown-green tree, and saw it poke needle-sized holes in the scorched bark, and then disintegrated into a stream of flames, scattered to different parts of the tree.

Seeing this scene, Lumian's heart tightened, and he remembered a sentence that his sister Aurora liked to use to describe others who overestimated their own strength and made unrealistic actions: "It's like an ant trying to shake Big tree." The eagerness, anxiety and fear in his heart caused Lumian to wave his fists.

His fists were covered in crimson flames. With every blow he hit on the brown and green giant tree, a ray of fire penetrated into it.

"Fire!" Lumian wanted to avoid

The hard outer skin of the "Tree of Shadows" directly hurts its heart. Clap clap! Lumian's flame fists landed on the trunk of the giant brown-green tree densely, as if he wanted to pour all the flames accumulated in his body into it.

Papapa, after a round of crazy attacks, he withdrew his fists and took a step back. Rumble! There was a dull explosion sound inside the trunk, and the scorched tree belt finally fell off with the flames.

It suddenly blurred and became misty, as if a beautiful dream from the past was illuminated by matches. Lumian froze for a moment, as if he had turned into the man in a dream, fighting fiercely with a beautiful lady in a gorgeous long dress whose hem was lifted up.

The strange feeling was so clear and substantive that Lumian felt as if he had experienced it himself.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his ankle, and he woke up instantly. He saw a large number of branches and vines extending from him at some point, some of which had wrapped around his feet layer by layer. After successive efforts, the spikes finally pierced through the scarlet robe. It penetrates into the skin and draws blood.

Lumian snorted, and bursts of crimson burst out of his body, forming a flamboyant cloak of flames around his flesh-and-blood robe.

In the crackling sound, those branches and vines were all lit up, burning blazingly, and quickly turned into dead branches and ashes.

Lumian took the opportunity to get away, jumped to the side, and cast his gaze on the wound he just made.

What caught his eyes was still the brown-green bark, but it was sunken inward compared to the surrounding area.

Under the bark is still bark! Lumian's child hole zoomed in sharply, and he had a rough guess about the current situation: "The Tree of Shadows" was nourished by countless abnormal desires in Trier over the past one or two thousand years. Every piece of its bark They may all correspond to certain human activities in a certain period of time. They are superimposed layer upon layer, with both the thickness of history and the subtlety of human nature.

Simply put, Lumian wants to destroy this plant

What the "Tree of Shadows" needs to face is the countless desires accumulated over the past two thousand years, and he has exhausted all his strength just now to kill one of them, one of hundreds of millions, billions, or tens of billions.

How can you fight this! It wasn't until this moment that Lumian realized that his behavior was abnormal: he had been attacking

"Tree of Shadows" instead of looking for a way to help him leave. After looking at Suzanne Mathis, he was overwhelmed by emotions such as fear, anxiety, and urgency!

No wonder Suzanne Matisse let me go, no wonder Charlotte. Calvino did not come out with an injury to block...Although Lumian has been on guard

"Fallen Dryad" and

"Actors" arouse their own desires and emotions, but they are still affected unconsciously. He raised his head again, looked high up, and saw Susanna wrapped in long green hair.

Matisse kept changing positions within the blurred tree canopy, chanting strange incantations, Charlotte.

Calvino resumed his previous actions, walking from one illusory scene to another with a strolling posture, the clothes on his body, the hairstyle on his head, and the makeup on his face are constantly being done according to different era backgrounds Change, it seems that more than just acting needs to be done.

While Lumian's thoughts were spinning, he suddenly felt dizzy, and felt that his strength was passing away quickly. He had never had this experience before, but he made several people feel it.

Drugged,

The drug of the "Blessed Society"! Lumian, who is good at observing the environment, quickly took out the mystic smelling salts, and at the same time fixed his sight on a large number of light-colored giant flowers on the brown-green giant tree.

He suspected they were releasing the stunning gas! Ah Choo! In the sound of sneezing, Lumian turned around and was about to meet with

"Shadow Tree" distanced itself. At this time, Mr. K still did not appear. In the next second, tree roots crazily drilled out from the ground, forming a wooden fence with a height of more than ten meters around the giant brown and green tree, blocking the