Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Lumian first carefully wrapped his left hand with layers of white bandages, and then took "Fallen Mercury", iron black axe, gray amber perfume, biscuits, cheese, **** lamb chops, ropes for traps and With a bag of cooled boiled water and other items, he carried his shotgun and left his semi-submerged building.

In the pervasive thin gray fog, he walked through the wilderness full of cracks where not a single grass grew, walked into the ruins of the dream, and went straight to the open space where the flame monsters were most active.

After hearing a voice from a distance, Lumian turned to the route that the other party would always take, and arrived at a natural trap that he had found in advance.

It was a deep pit by the side of the road, with collapsed walls in front and left, some stones piled up on the right, and a house that was mostly collapsed behind.

It was difficult to find such a natural trap simply by passing by on the road, and Lumian only found it after searching several times.

He squatted behind the deep pit, threw a few sharpened logs into it, then covered it with the rope net that had been woven earlier, and filled it with floating soil.

This completes a simple trap, ready to be baited.

Lumian carefully placed the two **** lamb chops on the edge of the rope net, half supported by the ground, and half suspended above the deep pit.

Standing up and taking a look at the fragile balance, Lumian took a few steps back, entered the house that was mostly collapsed, climbed to the top of the remaining outer wall, and squatted there.

He adjusted his position so that he could clearly observe the trap without being directly seen by the monsters passing by on the road.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian took out the gray amber perfume and sprayed a little on the wall.

The elegant and sweet scent dissipated, and a little remained after being blown into the distance by the wind blowing through the ruins of the dream from time to time.

Some of them were attached to the wall and Lumian's body.

Lumian stopped again and jumped backwards.

After landing, with a faint smell of perfume, he burned half a circle forward, and returned to the road that the flame monster would always take, but compared to that trap, he is now closer to the area where the opponent hunts flesh and blood to replenish energy After that, Lumian changed direction again, crossed the road, and entered the ruins of the opposite building.

When he came to the back of the crumbling house, he stopped, leaning his back against the wall, and waited.

The same strategy as when dealing with the shotgun monster, Lumian never expected that the arrangement just now could hide the flame monster and cause it to suffer heavy damage.

These are more lures and sirens aimed at the target's super sense of smell, observation ability and behavior style.

Only "Finger" knows how to use the strengths of a "Hunter" to deal with it!

Of course, the premise of all this is that the target will rely on instinct to act, and the remaining wisdom is limited to fighting.

Leaning his back against the wall, Lumian pulled out "Fallen Mercury" with his left hand wrapped in white bandages, and tore off the black cloth strips covering its surface.

He wasn't sure how long Huo Zhiwu would come over, the only thing he could do was be patient.

And at this time, he has developed a strong point since he was wandering.

As time passed by, a monster with scorched black body and crimson flames entered the road where Lumian could not see.

After walking forward for more than ten or twenty meters, its nose suddenly twitched. It smelled faintly of blood.

The monster didn't turn around immediately, but continued to move forward, looking at the place where the smell came from out of the corner of its eye.

As it crossed the Dan collapsed wall blocking the front, the two **** lamb chops came into its sight.

It was good food at this time, but the flame monster didn't follow its instinct and went directly to devour it.

It's still moving forward, just at a slower pace.

Soon, it smelled a little different from the usual fragrance in the wind.

It instantly determined that the two pieces of flesh were traps, and there were hunters ambushing nearby.

And this hunter seems to be different from the one who observed it "invisibly" before. He lacks sufficient understanding of the "hunter" and has not dealt with the smell on his body in advance.

After walking a few more steps, the flame monster confirmed that the enemy was hiding on the outer wall of the building behind the trap with the help of the source of the scent and the tiny footprints it found.

It pretended not to notice anything, and opened the distance another seven or eight meters.

Suddenly, it turned around, and the crimson flames gushing out from its body quickly condensed, turning into a slightly blazing fireball.

Boom!

As the flame monster stretched out its right palm, the fireball whizzed towards Lumian's original "ambush" position, and the outer wall that exploded collapsed, causing the house to crumble.

As soon as Lumian, who was far away, heard the explosion, he immediately left the building behind him, and danced the crazy and sometimes distorted dance in the not-so-large open space.

To it, the explosion sound just now was a new bullet, reminding him to hurry up and get ready to open the new bullet for the second trap!

Letting the prey send the signal flare by itself is a plan that Lumian and Aurora came up with after discussing it.

In the mysterious dance with a strong sense of rhythm, Lumian sensed the transparent and blurred figures of mouthpart monsters, shotgun monsters and skinless monsters.

At this time, the flame monster had rushed to the collapsed wall, looking for traces of the enemy.

Lumian danced for another ten or twenty seconds. When the dance became more intense, he pulled out the silver dagger of the instrument with his right hand and stabbed a small hole in his left wrist.

A drop of blood then seeped out and condensed into a pocket-sized ball.

Lumian stepped on it, turned around, picked up the drop of blood, and aimed it at the mouthparts monster.

"I!"

He lowered his voice and shouted in ancient Hermes.

At this time, the flame monster had already discovered the tiny footprints left by it, smelled the faint fragrance, and started tracking it.

After quickly calling out the follow-up order, Lumian watched the mouthpiece monster swallow the blood beads on the silver dagger-end of the ceremony and enter his body.

Crazy, cruel will and intense muscle hunger swept over in an instant.

Lumian forcibly suppressed the discomfort, and quickly **** the wound that was so small that it was almost negligible with the white bandage he brought.

Immediately afterwards, he stuffed a piece of cheese into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it carefully, and confirmed that the remaining gray amber perfume on his body could cover up the rest of the smell.

During this process, Lumian ran wildly to the edge of the road, staying where he couldn't see from the opposite side.

Then, he closed his mouth firmly, turned around, stepped on his own footprints, followed the route he had come here before, and retreated step by step.

Relying on the observation ability of the hunter and the exaggerated flexibility of the "dancer", Lumian stepped on the subtle footprints left by himself with every step, leaving no unnecessary traces.

Not long after, he retreated to the middle of the road and stopped there.

He stopped on the road openly like this, but remained invisible.

Lumian started to wait again, concentrating on the thoughts that flashed through his mind through constant shallow meditation and continuous pause, so as not to let himself think about attacking the flame monster next.

At this time, interfere with the opponent's premonition of danger in a very superficial way.

The inspiration comes from the "hunter"'s clear understanding of himself.

And the method of stepping on one's own footprints and returning to the middle of the road to ambush by retreating was written by Auror once in a certain book.

After seven or eight seconds, the flame monster appeared in Lumian's eyes in pitch black. Relying on his terrifying flexibility, he half-turned his body and observed the area where the target was about to chase.

The flame monster chased along the subtle footprints and faint scent left by the enemy, because it did not leave its "territory", so it did not stop halfway like before.

After returning to the main road, it sniffed the air, and unsurprisingly, it smelled a faint fragrance.

It instinctively lowered its head and successfully found those inconspicuous footprints.

At the same time, it found no trap-related traces in this area.

Without further hesitation, the flame monster ran to the other side of the road along the footprints.

Its scorched face and eyeballs that were about to leave their original positions became bigger and clearer in Lumian's sight.

Lumian held his breath, instead of repeating the act of meditating and interrupting, he just tried to empty his mind.

Five meters, three meters, one meter... He rushed towards the target, raised the "Fallen Mercury" held in his left hand, and rowed forward!

He wasn't waiting for the distance between the two sides to get closer, worrying that it would trigger the prey's premonition of danger and make it take evasive actions in advance,

The flame monster instantly felt a strong sense of crisis.

It didn't think about anything, and jumped out to the side.

At the same time, Lumian's figure was outlined in its line of sight, and it saw his left hand wrapped in white bandages hold a silver-black short knife and slash at itself.

The distance between the two sides was so close that although the flame monster responded, it still couldn't dodge and was directly hit by Lumian.

With a stabbing sound, the sharp blade of "Fallen Mercury" sank into the flame monster's right chest.

The fate stripped from the "noodle man" then infiltrated the target's body in the form of illusory mercury balls.

At the same time, the river composed of countless mercury-colored complex symbols emerged dimly, and some of the fates in it were quickly shrinking the silver-black blade.

Lumian didn't bother to choose the fate he wanted to exchange, and let "Fallen Mercury" play by himself.

boom!

The flame stress on the monster's body exploded.

The strong shock wave pushed Lumian and his "Fallen Mercury" away, and the bursting red flames ignited his clothes and scorched the skin of his face.

Lumian endured the burning pain, twisted his waist in mid-air, and changed the direction to the limit. As soon as he landed, he immediately stood up and ran away.

However, as long as the flames on his body were not extinguished, he couldn't enter the "invisible" state again.

Boom!

Even though Lumian ran out of the S shape, he was still directly overturned by the aftermath of the fireball, and his back was so painful that he was paralyzed.

He stood up tenaciously, scrambled away from the road, and turned into the place where he was hiding just now.