Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

www.youxs.org, his breath gradually dissipated, his face was full of twisted pain and despair, Lumian took out the silver-white "lie" ear clip from the "traveler's bag" and put it on his left ear.

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The figure had light blue eyes, bright features, and long and thick blond hair.

That was Aurore.

But this time, there was no fear or terror on Aurore's face, only a faint smile.

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He died with his eyes bulging out.

Lumian returned to his original appearance, took off the "lie" ear clip, and said casually:

"Die so soon? I also want to thank you for helping me digest the "despair" potion."

When he was promoted, he had already digested most of the "despair" potion, and now he has made another step forward.

Lumian was not surprised by this. According to the mystical knowledge he learned from the "magician", the essence of "acting" is to gradually make one's body, mind and soul closer to the core symbol of the potion through acting, so as to bypass the restrictions and complete digestion step by step. His state before and after taking the "despair" potion can be said to be very close to the name "despair".

Lumian was not desperate that he had to turn into a "witch". In order to be promoted faster, to better deal with the possible doomsday, and to revive his sister as soon as possible, he had considered similar things more than once. Anyway, there was still a chance to jump to the "hunter" path and become a man.

He was desperate that he was forced to do this and had no way to refuse. He was desperate that his previous efforts, struggles, and anger were all arranged by others, and he had to follow the arrangements of others to embark on the path of "witch" in the future.

Of course, when despair reached its extreme, the desire and belief in the heart to be strong and want to change everything became extremely strong.

"Is this what you want?" Lumian murmured to himself, and stopped blocking the area, allowing the remaining mystical pathogens to completely dissipate.

And Franka, Janna and Anthony, www.youxs.org, had already run over quickly.

Lumian suddenly felt something and cast his eyes to a certain location in the dark ruins.

That was the place where the demigod Higdon of the "End of All Things" died last.

There were green and yellow dots of light emerging out of thin air, rising to the heights, but were blocked by the barrier of the special mirror world.

Can the connection be initially cut off here, so that some of the gifted power cannot return? Lumian, who had experience, immediately made a corresponding judgment.

At this time, Franka and others had already run in front of him.

Looking at the familiar but bright cold face, Franka opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

Janna looked at Lumian's current appearance, and there was only one thought in her mind:

It's good to be alive, and everyone is still alive is the best thing!

As for the rest, there was nothing to worry about.

Lumian pointed to the blocked cyan-green and yellow lights, and said in a voice with a little magnetism and obvious femininity:

"You can take a weapon and put it there."

This is to actively create extraordinary weapons.

After Franka, Janna and Anthony looked at each other, they stopped being humble and said very actively:

"I'll go. I'm just missing a weapon that can hurt the demigod."

And she is the second highest-ranked extraordinary person in the team-Ludwig doesn't count.

If she had a similar weapon before, she might not be so desperate when facing Higdon.

"Okay." Janna expressed her attitude.

Anthony also nodded.

This doesn't mean that if he puts the "Winter is Coming" revolver under those light spots, this extraordinary weapon can reset the number of uses. With its own material, in that case, the pollution is likely to exceed the limit and cause it to collapse directly.

Franka took out her "Bombardment Gun" and ran towards the area filled with cyan-green and yellow light spots.

Lumian retracted his gaze, glanced at Janna, and smiled slightly:

"Do you have any ring-shaped items?"

Janna looked at the smile that seemed to have its own light, a little surprised, but felt that she shouldn't ask at this moment.

She found a cheap silver bracelet and handed it to Lumian.

After Lumian took it, he waited for the power of fate to be intercepted.

He then looked at the transparent boundary in the distance that looked like a mirror and saw his figure and face.

He tried hard to put a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Because Aurore is such a person who is good at finding joy in suffering.

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In front of the bloody altar,

Ms. Hermit was trying to combine the iron cigarette box with the breath of Mr. Fool with the Spear of Longinus to directly attack the oil painting depicting the endless starry sky. Ms. Magician had already said carefully based on her rich knowledge of seals and powerful sealing abilities:

“The power of fate is to make the interference of non-vortex ritual participants fail, and that terrifying sound affects all extraordinary people like "Listeners" and "Secret Peepers". We may be able to crack them separately.

“The power of fate is most likely to escape from the circle on the oil painting. If we can block and shield it, we should be able to get rid of the fate of interference that is doomed to fail, directly destroy the oil painting, and interrupt the terrifying sound. ”

"Block it..." After hearing what Miss Justice said, Ms. Hermit suddenly had an idea.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the barrier seal was strengthened and the power of destiny was significantly weakened, she cast the spell of "Wizard" and threw the iron cigarette box to the oil painting on the altar, making it fall accurately on the area with a silver-white and black circle.

The iron cigarette box directly pressed down the circle and covered it without revealing any trace.

The little boy Will immediately said:

"The power of destiny has dropped a lot again!"

Upon hearing this, Ms. Magician quickly raised her arms, causing the void around the oil painting to bend, becoming dark and deep.

The space collapsed and disintegrated inch by inch, and obvious cracks appeared on the oil painting and the altar.

Gray-white scales appeared on Miss Justice's face, and her body seemed to be expanding.

Similarly, Ms. Judgment made a judgment again.

Seeing that her companions had all launched attacks, Ms. Hermit once again condensed the ancient spear stained with strange blood and threw it at the oil painting.

The oil painting, which had been tattered under continuous attacks, was completely pierced by this "Spear of Longinus" and nailed to the altar.

Then, a flame that seemed to contain all colors emerged from the tip of the spear, completely igniting the oil painting that still had a terrifying sound overflowing, and gradually burned it to ashes.

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Above Trier.

One after another, the "Time Worms" crawled back to Mr. Star's body.

The holder of the Major Arcana card wearing red gloves said to Mr. 'Hanged Man' in his original magnetic voice:

"Amon has returned, and has temporarily restored the strength of the True God of the 'Error' and 'Gate' paths. I have to return to the Quiet Church immediately."

As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Star disappeared instantly.

Mr. Hanged Man cast his eyes downwards and saw the "moon" transformed into crimson moonlight falling into the mist of the villa that had been compressed to the extreme, and Saint Viev of the Church of the Eternal Sun shone into it in the form of sunlight.

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Deep in the primitive island, outside the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor".

Amon, who was at the edge of the star realm, looked down at Perle, at the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" and the miniature red moon that were still struggling to approach the corresponding light point in the white mist, without making any movement.

"What are you still waiting for?" Roselle asked, with the pain on his face gradually deepening.

"Just like what you are thinking now, the most arrogant idea you have ever thought of." Amon pinched the monocle on his right eye and responded with a smile, "If it is just to clear the believers of the 'Uncertain Fog', there is no need to go through so much trouble, and it is not worth it for us to reveal our cards."

Roselle looked at the ongoing transaction below and said:

"That may bring great hidden dangers."

"Once you make a decision, you must accept the corresponding consequences. How can you accomplish a big thing without taking any risks or losses?" Amon said with a smile, and then added, "This sentence is not what I said, nor is it what you said."

Roselle, who was eroded deeper and deeper by the white fog and suffered more and more, had not responded yet, and Amon looked into the distance and said:

"The Tarot Club is pretty good, I don't need to come over to destroy the painting in person."

At this point, Amon, wearing a monocle, showed an eager expression:

"Now, it's time."

He cast his eyes on the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor" and Bernadette, who was restricted by Roselle and could not come out of the mausoleum.

The "mysterious queen" suddenly recalled something, and felt that a certain memory had been revealed after the fog was cleared.

She immediately stretched out her right hand and quickly sketched out one word after another with starlight in front of her.

These words, which seemed to be the source of all the languages ​​of the northern and southern continents, quickly intertwined into strange symbols, opening a "secret door" that seemed to lead to the depths of the spiritual world.

The "secret door" opened silently, and the wind blew out, turning into a man with a human upper body and airflow in the lower body, wrapped in white cloth.

"The wishing lamp and the item." Bernadette ordered in a majestic voice.

The man with airflow in the lower body responded respectfully, and then took out two items from the white cloth wrapped around him:

One looked like a miniature kettle, with a golden surface and covered with mysterious and complex symbols. Something that looked like a wick stretched out from the mouth of the kettle. It was the "0-05" "Wishing Lamp" that the believers of the "Uncertain Fog" wanted to obtain.

The other is a gray stone slab, with characters engraved on it that seem to be the source of all the languages ​​in the north and south continents. There are many marks on the surface, mottled and vicissitudes.

ps: Thanks to Lao Kohler for the reward of Silver Alliance~