Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Perle quickly focused his spirit, standing at the "Supervisor" position to the current empty -cave.

It is already dark here, leaving only the stone lamps that fall on the ground on the ground.

During his eyes moved, Perle "saw" Lumian and "seeing" Anthony.

Both are located at the exit of the empty exit of the quarry, but it belongs to the isolation border of the world in the current special mirror. It is not a passage in the actual sense. It cannot escape from this.

At this time, Luman's face facing Perle, he put on the "torture" glove with iron and black spikes, with a brass -colored left wheel in his hand.

Anthony hid behind him, facing him back, and the distance was very close.

However, the "hypnotist" did not stand, but squatted on one knee, placed a blank picture on the right thigh, supported by this, and quickly described something with a short pencil.

"Fiction bottle"!

Lumian and Anthony are in the "fictional bottle" built by the empty exit of the quarry.

However, this has no effect on Perle, which supervises everything in the current mirror, and she can see where Lumian and Anthony are directly.

After watching such a scene, the "Supervisor" Perle felt uncoordinated, abnormal, and seemed to involve the breath of some gray fields:

As the leader of the team, the person with the strongest strength, Lumian put out the attitude of giving the "audience" to the extraordinary person to fight for time.

Whether he is gambling or not he really won't kill him, just wants to catch it alive, so as a shield, it is enough to explain that what the "audience" is doing is very important. "Or can help them escape from a" supervisor "!

Perle did not hesitate, looking at Lumian and Anthony in the "Fiction Bottle", using "order of order":

"There is no secret in front of 'Supervisors'!"

She had just fallen, and the "fictional bottle" built with the empty exit of the quarry field was silently disintegrated.

Ke Perle found that Lumian was no longer protected by "fictional bottle", but there was a "fiction bottle" around Anthony, which did not collapse because of the "supervisor" words!

After Lumian confirmed this detail, his face smiled.

The "fictional bottle" around Anthony was built by himself.

His standing legs and the earth constitute a symbolic door.

Lumian bowed slightly and looked at Perle, "Supervisor", and said with a little twisted smile:

"Yes, Anthony is doing one thing I can tell, which is very important.

"But only by knocking me down can I break the 'fictional bottle' based on my living person. Any behavior to hurt Anthony must be crossed first!

"Now, I am Anthony's shield, that is to protect his wall!"

The smile on Perle's face was a little faded, and his expression looked slightly at Lumian:

"You are guilty!

"You kill!"

Killing ... Lumian was shocked slightly.

He was not surprised that he had killed people, but he did not expect that the "Supervisor" Pellace championly charged himself with this charges.

No matter what form the next punishment comes, the final judgment will not change:

Killing people die!

Didn't she want to catch me alive? Lumian took the initiative to be Anthony's shield, and he did hold Perle's idea of ​​not killing himself. In that way, many of the opponents will be restricted, and he has the opportunity to delay to Anthony. The extraordinary collection of poets to complete the sketch he wants — the role of the collection of paintings is to let the things painted on it live, or show a special effect, and maintain it for a while.

Who knows that this plan went bankrupt from the beginning.

Of course, Lumian did not put all bets on the "supervisor" to catch himself alive and defeat a half god. He did not have any might be possible, but if he only delayed time, he still had a little hope.

The rumbling thunder sound sounded in the low air in the empty hole of the quarry, and the silver -white electric snake jumped out, wrapped into a thunderbolt of thunder like a bucket, and suddenly splitted to Lumian.

When the thunder echoed and the lightning had not fallen, Lumian had raised his hands and aimed the punishment from the world.

His blue eyes became irony, but he couldn't see the weakness of horror Thunder.

He could only inject a blank flame into the left wheel pistol and inject it into the upcoming bullet.

Bang!

When the silver -white thunder trees of Zhangya dancing claws split down, a bullet with a lot of green and layered white flames shot out of the muzzle and greeted huge lightning.

"Weak bullets"!

This is the "weak bullet" from Jeus!

In an instant, the thickness of the bucket's thickness crushed the green bullets and crushed the white flames around it.

The sudden outbreak of silver white light drowned Lu Mian.

boom!

The horrible roar was slow, and then it was passed into Anthony's ears, and his body instinctively trembled, and the hearing almost lost.

He recalled the night when the military camp was attacked by the followers of the evil god. The sound of gunfire, cannons, screams, and shouts of killing came from everywhere, which made him panic and terrified, leaving a strong psychological shadow, which was not healed until many years later.

Now, he seemed to have returned to the same scene.

Anthony calmed down, looked at the blank painting album in front of him, and continued to sketch, with the pencil in his hand rustling.

He still remembered Lumian's body language just now:

"Unless I die and someone steps over my body, no one can hurt you!"

Compared to the panic and helplessness in the military camp that night, everyone was in danger, Anthony felt that the current situation was not so bad.

At least, I still have companions I can trust!

At least, there will be someone behind me who will fight to the death to provide protection!

In the countless silver-white electric snakes that overflowed, Lumian's body first broke into a large number of mirror fragments, and then burned black and carbonized, and shattered into powder.

The "mirror substitute" given by Janna!

Lumian's figure was outlined again, still standing firmly in the same place, with his legs kept apart.

Boom, boom, the thunder in the air did not disappear with the end of the last punishment, and a new round of executions was brewing.

After the "Supervisor" filed a public prosecution, the punishment would continue unless the verdict was fully effective!

Lumian's scalp was numb, and his black hair and sweat hair were stimulated by the residual current in the air and stood up a little.

After a few seconds of brewing, a huge lightning that was more magnificent and more terrifying than before fell silently.

Lumian had already gritted his teeth, threw away the revolver, raised his hands, and let the "torture" gloves with iron-black short spikes accurately meet the tip of the lightning, and one after another, blazing white fireballs condensed and formed above him.

The "torture" gloves can block a divine blow at the cost of its own shattering or breaking!

Boom!

In the terrible explosion that suddenly sounded, the silver-white tree of death formed by lightning stopped at Lumian's fist and on the "torture" boxing gloves.

Rumble, the white flames exploded, pushing the tiny electric snakes that broke out into the distance.

This time, the thunder punishment quickly subsided, but the dull rumble in the air continued.

With the sound of snapping, Lumian's "torture" boxing gloves were charred and broken, breaking into many small pieces, and falling to the ground one after another.

Seeing that a new round of huge lightning was about to take shape, Lumian knew that he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but urge Anthony in his heart:

"Why haven't you finished drawing yet?

"I can only block it again! "

After a brief, oppressive silence, a giant silver-white lightning snake suddenly jumped out from midair, illuminating the entire quarry hole and the smile on the face of "Supervisor" Perle.

Lumian only had time to do the only thing he could do:

He activated his own shadow and swapped its position with his own.

Boom!

Amid the crisp and sharp thunderstorm, the giant lightning snake swallowed up the shadow, causing it to melt and evaporate in an instant, leaving no trace.

Finally, this punishment was over, and Lumian's body appeared in front of Anthony again, his legs slightly apart, his back slightly arched, but there was no shadow under his feet.

"Why haven't you finished drawing yet? "Lumian thought anxiously.

He considered whether to remove the "Bottle of Fiction" and grab Anthony to "teleport" everywhere.

But he could see that the punishment based on the "Supervisor" prosecution would not end just because he changed his position. At the speed of lightning, he could not rely on "teleport" to avoid it.

It's not that "teleport" is not fast enough, but he has to spend time to activate the black mark on his right shoulder.

Buzzing, thunder kept ringing in Lumian's ears, foreshadowing the arrival of the next punishment.

Behind Lumian, Anthony, who was squatting on one knee and drawing with his right thigh as a table, had beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead.

The first part of the sketch was very successful and completed very quickly, but the last stroke suddenly became difficult for some reason.

The painting book affected the pencil, and the pencil began to absorb Anthony's spirit violently. Sex, but such a large amount of spirituality can only push the black lines to move slowly.

At the same time, the blank painting page gradually curled up and burned with transparent flames, as if it could not bear the thing that Anthony was about to draw.

Anthony knew very well that it was not what this collection of paintings could present, but he fully believed in Lumian's judgment and continued to work hard.

Rumble!

The thunder became louder and louder, and Anthony in the "Fictional Bottle" could hear it more clearly.

As a "psychologist", he couldn't control his mentality a little bit, and emotions such as tension, impatience, anxiety, and panic surged at the same time.

He controlled himself and continued to outline the last stroke.

Seeing that the terrifying silver-white lightning was about to take shape, and Anthony behind him had not moved, Lumian was a little desperate with his mind.

"Is this going to die?

"Okay, I want to see what Thermiporos looks like!

"Death..." Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Lumian's mind.

He took out something from the "traveler's bag" with his backhand.

It was a golden mask painted with a few lines of oil paint.

The golden mask obtained from "Siso" and originated from "Death"!

Lumian quickly put the golden mask on his face, his body quickly became cold, and his breath gradually became quiet.

The terrifying thunder punishment brewing in the air suddenly stopped.

Lumian raised his head and looked at the silver-white electric snakes that were no longer gathering, and the corners of his mouth curled up under the cover of the golden mask.

Now he is an undead creature!

One of the functions of the golden mask is to turn the wearer into an undead creature and maintain his intelligence!

And since Lumian is already "dead", the punishment has achieved its purpose and will naturally end immediately!

Seeing this scene, the "supervisor" was slightly stunned, and then he understood what was going on.

She laughed, but did not lose her composure.

While the punishment continued to come, she was not idle and had prepared for possible accidents.

She used a coin bag to create a "dark box" and completed a transaction!

Her right hand was about to retract.

Behind Lumian, Anthony saw the edge of the rolled paper and the almost invisible flames quickly spreading to the middle of the painting page, and his heart became more and more desperate.

Even if he could complete the last stroke, this page of painting paper would obviously be scrapped and would not have any effect.

Anthony gritted his teeth and chose to believe his companions and Lumian.

He remembered what Lumian had told him just now:

"Draw Monette first, then draw the 'magician' lady!"

Monette, the island liar Monette... Anthony had just thought of this when he was surprised to see the edge of the paper stop curling inward, and the invisible flame solidified briefly.

His pencil became smooth.

He summoned his spirit and finished drawing a monocle made of simple lines on the right eye of the islander with slightly curly black hair, a thin face, deep eye sockets, and thick lips.