Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Faced with Albus's instead, Lu Mian "haha" and murmured in his heart:

This guy feels quite keen ...

I don't know when he was exiled to Morra, but it should be the first time to eat in this bar ...

He found that some people in Morola had a certain abnormality because they ate this bar, so they came to see it?

In thought, Lumya took a heavy photo of the table.

He jumped off the tall stool, and the bartender had always been ugly to the expression:

"Take this kind of meat to pretend to be a steak perfunctory me?

"Let your boss come out!"

The wine was stunned:

"Are you sure?"

He was so embarrassed because of Lumian's attitude, but a little surprised.

Lumian did not answer, expressing it with his eyes to make your boss roll out quickly.

Jiu Bao pulled his throat immediately:

"Boss! Boss! Someone wants to smash your bar!"

In a few seconds, a figure was rushed out of the kitchen.

The shadow's hair was fluffy and messy, her face was fat, as if stacked with several layers of meat, squeezing the eyes, but the body was very standard and could not see that there was a little thickness.

At this time, this figure was covered with a white apron, with a thick back knife that seemed to be chopped to chop bone, and looked at the two customers near the bar, shouted in Lunbao:

"Who? Who wants to smash my bar?"

Lumian pointed at the steak in the white porcelain plate, sneered and said:

"Do you think I can't see what kind of meat this is?"

"I said it was a steak. It was steak." The obese boss responded weakly.

Lumian did not argue with him, took out a black glove from the "traveler's bag" and threw it in front of him.

"I want to duel you." Lu Mian said in a calm tone.

The invitation to throw gloves to launch a duel is Intelike's custom.

The boss glanced at the black gloves on the ground, and the fat on his face spread layer by layer, revealing the light yellow beard clamped inside.

He was laughing.

He responded to Lumian's invitation:

"good."

As soon as the words fell, he raised the large -scale chopped knife in his hand and slammed into Lumian.

Lumian was sideways and made this blow, but Huo Ran felt that he could not use the "transmission" ability.

This contract ability from "abscess breaks" seems to be deprived by strange power!

Lumian remembered the introduction of Ludwig's introduction to the "gourmet" sequence 5 "deprivation", suspecting that the bar owner of the part -time chef in front of him was the gift of the evil god of this way.

"No wonder the corruption of the broken hand is similar to the real bull's row. The appearance and aroma are prepared ...

"The gift of evil gods is not directly human -itated, and exiled to Morra?

"Don't put any garbage into Morracese ...

"This is the" 0-01 "that is afraid of the attenuation of the Morola population at the attenuation, not enough to seal the bottom of the ground?"

While Lumian flashed so thoughts, his shoulders shook, his arms were swollen, and his right fist waved.

His fist ignited the bright and white flames, as if he dragged the peacock tail to the bar owner.

Boom!

When his fist hit the side of the heavy chopped bone knife, a violent explosion occurred.

The bright white fire instantly illuminated the entire bar, the violent storm overturned the nearby tall stool, and threw the face to the weird boss.

Albus's eyes were fast, and he jumped away from the tall stool next to Lumian and sat on the surface of the bar away from this area.

He closed his feet, stepped on the bar, and watched the duel of Lumian and the bars owner with interest.

The wine insurance also suffered the explosion, and was "pushed" to the wine rack, bathing the strong fragrance liquid flowing in the bottle.

He was almost ignited.

On the front of the explosive bar owner's chest was broken, the flesh and blood were blurred and black, and Betsen's bones were exposed.

He also had similar trauma on his face, but because of the large number of fat layers, he had not affected the skull.

These wounds are growing rapidly in a strange state of human beings, and it seems that it can heal completely without much time.

"This is not the ability or characteristics of the 'deprivory". The low and medium sequences of the entire "gourmet" path should not be obtained by the' chef 'with special food? This is a bit like a broken hand. Later, the characteristics that can grow again ... "Lu Mian took a few steps back with the explosion just now, pulling the distance from the bar owner.

He found that the other party was unique, and felt that he lost his ability again.

That's "Hum Ha".

"'The deprivilers' can I feel what capabilities and qualities I have brought great danger to them? Although they do not know what the ability and characteristics are specific, can A huge, blank fireball condensed in a hurry, let it fly to the bar owner.

The bar owner did not evade. He held the chopped bone knife that was blew out of the gap and was about to break.

The fireball was divided into two, and the speed of the front rushing was lost. The bar owner opened his mouth and sucked in the whale.

Just then, Lumian laughed.

In the void around him, one after another blazing white fireballs quickly condensed and rushed towards the bar owner.

Behind him, one after another blazing white fire crows emerged, drawing a large arc around the bar owner's back.

He wanted to see how many fireballs this "depriver" could handle at a time, how much he could eat, and whether he would be full!

The bar owner's eyes condensed, and he immediately spit out the blazing white flames that were flowing into his stomach, turning them into a torrent to meet the overwhelming fireball cluster.

Seeing this scene, Albus pushed his palm and suddenly flipped behind the bar.

Boom!

The fireball clusters were detonated one by one by the blazing white fire stream spit out by the bar owner.

In the explosion, the bar was directly flattened, and the wine rack collapsed silently, mixed with the flowing wine, burning with a raging fire.

The bartender who had escaped to Albus's position was very glad that he responded in time.

Other customers in the bar either shrunk to the edge or climbed out of the hall, and they were very experienced.

Whoosh, whoosh, the blazing white fire crows that deliberately avoided the front and were not dragged into the chain explosion fell on the back of the bar owner one after another.

But at this time, the bar owner was dyed with translucent crimson, like solidified moonlight.

Boom!

In the explosion and burning of the blazing white fire crows, the crimson moonlight-like bar owner not only did not dim, but reflected the firelight, brighter.

When the stars of flames fell, the bar owner returned to his normal appearance. He raised the bone-chopping knife again and cast his eyes to the place where Lumian had just stood.

There was no one there.

There was no sign of Lumian in the bar hall.

The bar owner was a little stunned for a moment.

Almost at the same time, a person emerged from the shadow under him.

Lumian, with iron-black eyes, hit the bar owner's crotch with his right fist with a blazing white flame covering his entire arm.

With a rumbling sound, Lumian's fist hit the weak point, and directly hit the intestines of the "Depriver" from the crotch, and the blazing white flames rose.

He stood up, lifted the bar owner, and let the high-temperature flames carried by his fist rush to the stomach of the enemy.

Then, Lumian retracted his right fist and threw the enemy to the ground.

With a plop, the bar owner's crotch was completely torn, and his intestines were broken and poured out. The stomach was barely intact, but it was a little charred and oozing yellow-green liquid.

Lumian looked at the two eyes that were squeezed very small and full of pain, and laughed mockingly:

"Did you make your brain into food? After blocking a round of attacks and exiting the moonlight state, you actually stayed in the same place without moving.

"Have you never considered that I will still use your shadow? "

The bar owner's expression twisted for a moment, and he said blankly:

"Can your own brain be made into food..."

His voice gradually became lower, and he finally lost his breath of life and lay on the ground, motionless.

Lumian looked at the body of the "Depriver", not thinking about the other party's response just now, but noticed something abnormal in this battle:

"The abilities of the 'Depriver' are really diverse. Although each one is a very superficial and elementary application, not as good as the contract ability, it is still quite powerful when used in actual combat...

"If this guy hadn't reacted slowly and a little stiffly after discovering that I suddenly disappeared, I wouldn't have been able to attack his weakness so easily, and I might have had to use the magical items in the 'Traveler's Bag'...

"In comparison, the previous 'thief' named Worms didn't have this problem..."

Lumian As An thought, he shook his hands. There were wounds on the surface of his fists caused by the corrosion of flesh and blood, which brought intense pain.

This was caused by the "gastric acid" that oozed out when he hit the bar owner's stomach.

At that time, his hands were still protected by the blazing white flame.

After thinking about it, although he couldn't stop the gift from the bar owner from returning to the giver, Lumian still squatted down and pulled out an ordinary straight sword from the "traveler's bag". With his own blazing white flame, he separated the stomach from the body.

He planned to ask Ludwig later if this could be made into a dish with special effects, or find a "craftsman" to see if it could be used as a special material.

After doing this, Lumian stood up and asked the bartender who had just come out of hiding and was seriously injured:

"How many years has your boss been exiled to Morola?"

"Five or six years. "The bartender could only give an approximate number.

Five or six years... The thief looked younger, and he should have been exiled to Morola for only one or two years... The longer he stayed in Morola, the more likely he would show symptoms of a test subject such as dullness and numbness. Is this one of the manifestations of the contamination of "0-01"? No, the seal information did not mention this, and there was no such thing in Trier... Did the bar owner do something in Morola that caused him to start to transform into a test subject? Lumian thought about it, looked around, and said with a smile:

"Don't take my spoils."

This refers to the money on the bar owner.

Lumian immediately walked to the aisle on the side of the bar.

Based on the source of the "steak" and the position of the "chef", he reasonably suspected that the part of the body of the "abscessed hand" was in the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw half a blue-black, swollen and highly decomposed corpse lying openly on the cooking table.