Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Thump, thump!

The sound of his own heartbeat sounded in Lumian's ears, and it seemed as if some pictures were being slowly and difficultly dragged out of the depths of his memory.

This made him feel as if his head was about to burst open. He was extremely resistant and did not want to continue.

Outside the stained glass, seeing that the ceremony had begun, Laien no longer hesitated and threw the "Tanago Scarecrow" to Yi Liya, indicating that she would use this sealed object to deal with the priest, while he himself raised the "Sword of Dawn" . Under the shining golden flames of the book, Liya and Valentine walked around to another stained glass, with only a semi-protruding cylindrical wall between them and Lain.

They were trying to avoid the damage caused by the storm of light without affecting their own actions. With the defensive capabilities shown just now by the St. Sith Church, they believed that there should be no problem if there was a certain barrier between the two sides. After all, Laien will also try his best to control the direction of the attack.

Liya hugged the "Tanago Scarecrow" from her back and attached it to the stained glass depicting the missionary scene of St. Sith. She aimed her sights in the direction of the altar and aimed at the parish priest Guillaume Benet who was presiding over the ceremony. .

On the other side, Laien held the handle with both hands and inserted the "Sword of Dawn" on the window sill. This two-handed giant sword, which was purely condensed by light, immediately split apart and turned into a hurricane in the form of countless sharp fragments and patches of light. A "hurricane" instantly grew in size and was photographed on the stained glass in front.

With Kacha's voice, the whole church shook to a certain extent, and the glass surface cracked with tiny cracks one after another, like it was covered with countless spider webs.

But it still stood there strong and did not let them down.

Upon seeing this, Laien let a little bit of morning light appear around him, condensing into a giant ax that needed to be held with both hands. He could no longer use the "Storm of Light" in a short period of time and could only change to another weapon.

Liya and Valentine successfully avoided the aftermath of the "Storm of Light" with the help of the protection of the protruding wall. At this time, the sight of the "Tanago Scarecrow" also fell on the priest. The eyes on the surface of the green straw then reflected the figure in a white robe trimmed with gold.

Suddenly, as soon as Liya reached the altar where Guillaume Benet stood, a shimmer appeared around it, a silvery white and black shimmer.

With a snap, the eyes of "Tanago Scarecrow" popped open and shed bloody tears.

The priest looked here and then looked away.

The two sheep walked into the altar on their own, and then he recited the next incantation with a calm expression: "You are the eternal reincarnation, the destined fate, the cause, the result, and the process!"

Suddenly, the two candles representing the gods on the altar stretched their light and became as big as a human head.

Inside the church, a whining wind blew, and every villager seemed to have turned into a statue. Only on the exposed parts such as the face and the back of the hands, there were faint silvery white and black sarcomas slowly protruding, one after another.

The silver-black shimmer that originally only surrounded the altar quickly spread in all directions, including the entire church.

The spherical vault full of murals then became transparent, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and the crimson moon became darker and darker, approaching the color of blood.

The stars on the black velvet curtain were no longer obscured, and lit up one after another, reaching a luminosity that was almost that of the sun.

Lain's skin turned gray-blue, Liya's face seemed to have countless maggots squirming, and granules were about to grow, while Valentine lit up like the sun, from the inside out, from the inside out. Up to down.

They were just a hair away from spiraling out of control.

The Scarecrow of Tanago was thrown aside and lay there trembling violently.

Lumian felt his chest became extremely hot, and the terrifying sound that seemed to come from infinite distance and yet was close to him rang in his ears again.

Invisible steel needles were inserted into his head and stirred up. The pain caused the blood vessels on his body to protrude, and round silvery white and black spots loomed under his skin.

The invisible force enveloped him and lifted him up from the altar.

The ropes that bound him and the cloth that stuffed his mouth turned into dust and floated into the air.

Aurore was also lifted up by this invisible force and floated above the altar, face to face with Lumian.

Lumian's bloodshot eyes reflected his sister's long golden hair, empty light blue eyes, holy yet dull eyes, and simple yet strange white robes.

He tilted his head back suddenly, and felt the familiarity and déjà vu coming from the depths of his memory surface again, and the accompanying pain was no weaker than those caused by those murmurs.

The surrounding pictures were cut into pieces, overlapped, and appeared in Lumian's mind at the same time: there was the solemn and enthusiastic expression of the priest; there was the figure of the man in black robe walking towards the altar step by step; there was the man in shepherd's skin. El Berry's movement of crawling to the ground; there is a transparent church dome; there is a red moon and constellations in the sky; there are villagers with dull expressions welcoming good luck; there are faces that are slightly distorted and seem to feel pain. Aurore, Lumian's mind began to wander, and he felt that his body was being torn apart bit by bit by the invisible force, and more and more silver-black colors appeared on the surface of his body.

And he was completely unable to break away from the current constraints and find it difficult to make effective resistance.

"ah!"

Lumian couldn't help but let out a scream. His chest was being opened bit by bit, and silvery white and black light was projected out, falling on Aurore.

Upon hearing this painful sound, Aurore's eyes rolled slightly.

Her empty eyes reflected Lumian's face with protruding blood vessels, distorted expression, and hidden silver darkness.

After a brief pause, she instinctively and stiffly stretched out her hands and pushed hard towards Lumian, pushing him away from danger.

Lumian stared blankly as Aurore pushed himself out of the altar.

Suddenly, the terrifying sounds in his ears disappeared, the invisible restraints on his body disappeared, and the burning sensation all over his body weakened.

But the pain in his head didn't change at all, and the scenes deep in his memory were forcibly dragged out.

It was like someone was using a hook to pull his brain out of his head, little by little.

Aurore's silver-black light blue eyes, blank sight, dull face, and firm and forceful push away all flashed through Lumian's mind at the same time, almost identical to what he saw just now. , but the background is slightly different, and the man in black robe does not exist.

This exaggerated sense of déjà vu made Lumian instinctively wonder if something similar had happened before, which made him scream in pain again, bang! After leaving the altar, he fell heavily to the ground.

Ignoring the severe pain in his head and the drowsiness of his mind, Lumian jumped up violently, ready to pounce on his sister and take Aurore away from the altar.

A figure blocked his path, and the man in black robe who was holding him punched him on the right side of his face, knocking him to the ground.

Lumian did not despair, and with the courage to pursue life toward death, he stood up again and rushed towards the man in black robe blocking the front.

Snapped!

The man in black robe threw another punch, and Lumian instinctively dodged it.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then a twisted smile appeared on his face, and he growled: "Are you so f*cking weak? As weak as Ji Yi!

Lumian forgot about the priest and the shepherd Pierre Berry, and pounced directly on the man in black robes.

The man in black robe turned his body sideways, raised his right foot, and kicked and tripped Lumian's calf. However, Lumian did not dodge and relied on the terrifying flexibility of the "dancer" to force half-turn around. He stretched out his arms and hugged the enemy.

thump! He tripped and fell to the ground with the man in black robe.

The man in black robe quickly raised his right hand, pinched Lumian's neck, followed with his knee, and slammed into the enemy's crotch.

Lumian did not dodge, but with red eyes he dug into the opponent's eyes with the five fingers of his right hand.

"ah!"

The man in black robe screamed, his eyes were forcefully pulled out by Lumian, and blood flowed everywhere. Lumian instinctively curled up into a ball, and the pain in his lower body almost made him faint.

He struggled and raised his body again, and smiled ferociously at the black-robed man rolling on the spot: "Come on! Let's die together! You coward! Coward!"

He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around the other person's neck.

At this time, Pierreberry, who was on the edge of the altar, fought against the fear in his heart, climbed up with difficulty, picked up his ax, and ran to Lumian's side.

Snapped!

His ax cracked heavily, but it was blocked by the gray mist that spread out at some point, and was unable to hurt Lumian.

Pierreberry even changed two abilities, but couldn't break through the protection of the gray mist.

Upon seeing this, the parish priest Guillaume Beneille no longer hesitated and read out the subsequent prayer: "I pray to you, pray for your grace, pray for your grace..."

Before he finished reciting, there were new changes in the surroundings. The constellations in the sky moved little by little, changing their original positions.

The entire Kordu village shook violently, and every house and every inch of soil moved closer to the church.

The villagers disintegrated silently into organs one after another, including eyes, mouths, noses, hearts, fingers, and pure blood.

Few of these things reorganize themselves into different people, some normal, some messy, some missing parts, some with extra stuff.

Most of the rest flew towards the altar and towards Aurore.

Cracks appeared on Aurore's body surface, and it quickly disintegrated into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

At this scene, Lumian was completely in despair.

But he did not give up. He held down the black-robed man's head and twisted it hard. Kacha broke his neck in front of the man's horrified eyes.

Lumian stood up and rushed to his sister eagerly.

But there seemed to be an invisible shield around Aurore, stopping him.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound from the ground, and the church began to rise. The trees, soil, and boulders outside the village, as well as the houses, furniture, and sundries in the village, all flew towards this side.

Most of the villagers' organs entered the altar, and gathered together with Aurore's flesh and blood, twisting and squirming to become a giant.

The giant was one to four to five meters tall, with three heads and six arms. His whole body was made up of pieces of flesh and blood and organ fragments. There were cracks everywhere on the body and yellow pus was flowing.

The head in the middle of the giant, full of pain and regret, looked at Lumi with difficulty. Transparent blood-colored tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Lumian's mind suddenly buzzed, and his whole body seemed to be split in half by an axe.

His vision began to shake, and he saw the church that was broken into pieces, the bloody mountain that was gradually rising, the thorny city wall that was twisted from one house to another, and the circles that surrounded the mountain. In the ruins, I saw various monsters that had to leave this area.

Lumian's head felt severe pain again.

While he watched tiny rays of light flying out of the giant and surrounding monsters and falling into his chest, he discovered that the images deep in his memory had been completely pulled out, almost exactly the same as what he saw now.

Lumian suddenly had a guess, and his headache became even worse.

Suddenly, everything in front of him became extremely unreal, with obvious cracks appearing, like broken glass.

This is! Lumian finally remembered something.

Then, he saw the man in black robe turn into dark and dirty liquid and fly in front of him, flowing into his left chest.

"Ah!" Lumian screamed in pain and saw all the scenes around him completely falling apart.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was lying under the blood-colored mountain peak. The gloom that seemed like the coming of night had almost completely faded away.

Lumian subconsciously turned over and sat up, leaned forward, put his hands on the ground, and looked around.

He saw the twisted thorn wall, the wasteland without weeds, the "dream ruins" on the other side, and Lain, Liya, and Valentine lying on the edge of a room in the distance.

They were] soundly asleep.

Lumian suddenly buried his head, raised his hands, grabbed his hair, and whispered painfully: "Reality is a dream, and the dream is reality? This is now, and now is the past?"

"Aurore, can't Aurore be saved?"

"Yes." A female voice sounded in the ruins.

Lumian stared at the mysterious lady blankly, and found that the indescribable and unreadable strange emotion in her eyes appeared again.

But this time, he was finally able to read it. That's mercy.

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