Chapter 493 Voice The strange sound that Lumian heard seemed to come from a very far away place, so far away that he could never reach it. His heart tightened, and he immediately took off the "Eye of Truth", but the voice did not disappear: Bang, bang, bang, it was like two rocks colliding with each other. Lumian could even "see" the sparks coming out, the dry leaves and branches being ignited, and around the fire were white bones, dark caves of unknown depth, and outside there were sharp howls like wolf howls. Boom, boom, boom. The leather drums were struck. The sounds of various ancient musical instruments echoed in Lumian's ears. They were solemn, sacred, and magnificent. The images that filled his mind changed accordingly. On the huge altar in the wilderness, a figure with a face covered with beads, wearing a gorgeous high crown, and wearing a dark robe climbed up the stairs step by step to the highest point of the altar. Around him, people with faces painted like evil spirits were dancing almost crazily to the beat of the drums. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a face seemed to peek out from the low-hanging clouds. The priest wearing a gorgeous high crown raised his head and let the beads slide to the sides, revealing a face full of fear. The high, distant, desolate voice pierced through the sky and resounded throughout the land. Lumian's body and mind seemed to be shaken. In front of him appeared a vast and boundless plateau. On the plateau, the trees were withered, the grass was sparse, and the loess and stones were exposed everywhere. Here, a large number of crisscrossing gullies were like wrinkles on an old man's face, separating the dead towns. A huge river rushed here, mighty and unstoppable, but it was stained with muddy yellow; Ding-Ding-Dong-Dong, a clear and gentle sound like pearls falling on a porcelain plate, came from a strangely shaped wooden pavilion. The buildings around it were burning violently. There were bursts of shouting and killing on the river ahead. In this soft and pleasant melody, the pavilion was also ignited and began to collapse, but the performer did not stop; Amid the gentle and charming singing, a woman in a strange long dress stood on the stage, singing with a moving expression. Below were people sitting around different tables, drinking alcoholic beverages and enjoying the performance in the dim light. Outside this place that looked like a bar or dance hall, gunshots sounded like firecrackers, and citizens fell dead one by one on the street. Fierce soldiers rushed past, stabbing those who were still struggling with the bayonets on their guns. In the distance, buildings were burning, and the flames rushed to the sky... These sounds and images flooded into Lumian's head like a torrent, making his eyes bloodshot and his head abnormally swollen as if it was about to explode, while his thoughts were completely turned into a mess. Neither Franka nor Janna noticed Lumian's abnormality because they were concentrating on dealing with Gardner Martin in the mirror. First, Franka pressed the black flame towards the mirror smeared with the target's blood, and successfully saw the enemy, who was weakened by the outburst of desire, burning with black flames and his spirit suffering trauma. click. Gardner in the mirror shattered, his figure outlined nearby, his eyes no longer dazed. At this moment, Janna, who had been moving at high speed and turning around from time to time in order to capture the target at the first time, also laid down the makeup mirror smeared with Gardner's blood in the mirror and pressed the black flame in her hand that was ready to go. Gardner in the mirror was once again ignited by the witch's black flame and suffered a fatal curse.

He shattered again like a mirror, and his figure emerged next to the black pillar. His right hand reached into his pocket, as if he wanted to take out a mirror, and use nails, hair, blood and other media to cut off the connection between the source of the curse and himself. But at this time, Franka, who was also moving at high speed, leaned back slightly, raised the mirror in her palm, and made contact with her other hand holding the "torture" glove and burning with black flames. Gardner in the mirror was engulfed in black flames from the inside out, leaving him no chance to use mirror magic to escape the curse. In this way, Franca and Janna kept rotating, one advancing and one retreating, one cursing and one waiting, as if they were performing a duet with its own dance. After cursing five or six times, Gardner in the mirror froze in front of a gray-white stone pillar and did not shatter like the mirror. He quickly became weaker in the silently burning black flames and was almost unconscious. Seeing this, Franka dropped her "torture" gloves, pulled out her "bombardment gun", pulled the hammer, and aimed at the target. boom! The iron-black bullet penetrated Gardner's head in the mirror, opened his skull and shattered his head. Gardner's almost headless body in the mirror shook a few times and then fell to the ground. The corpse faded rapidly, leaving only a piece of mirror-like fragment with an almost matte surface, as if it was painted with black paint, which looked very strange. On the other side, the observant Anthony Reid noticed Lumian's abnormality and ran towards him, trying to "comfort" him. But no matter how the "psychologist" tried, Lumian's face became more and more distorted, and the blood vessels on his forehead bulged, as if they would burst at any time. "There's a situation here!" After Anthony saw Gardner's death in the mirror out of the corner of his eye, he immediately notified Franca and Janna, hoping that these two witches could find a way to solve Lumian's current abnormality. But a moment later, the dark mirror fragments began to glow. The surroundings suddenly became dim and transparent, and the world seemed to be instantly put into a container made of mirrors. Deep within the dark and shadowy "mirror container", something was so angry that the air became substantial and pressed over from different directions. Although they saw nothing and heard nothing, Franca, Janna and Anthony still felt an intense fear, as if their bodies were thrown into an ice cave and frozen instantly. Suddenly, they faintly heard a sigh, a sigh from a woman. The black pillar not far away began to glow dimly, and the tiny snake-like black hair lurking in the void shrank back one after another, building a barrier around the square and forming a giant black hair ball.

Franca and the others suddenly felt a sense of peace. They were no longer affected by fear, nor were they so cold that they couldn't even lift their hands. At this moment, Lumian had various voices echoing in his mind and various images appearing, and his sanity was gradually being eroded by madness. Suddenly, he heard a voice. That was a sigh from a man. Then he saw a face and a figure. He was a man sitting cross-legged in a quiet room, wearing a tall crown and a blue robe. The man had a face as beautiful as jade, but his eyes were filled with deep sadness and pain, and he looked quite haggard. He looked at Lumian, at the pictures, and picked up the brown stick inlaid with white silk that was beside him. With a sigh, all the other sounds that Lumian heard and the other scenes that he saw disappeared. They turned into a series of shrill screams, overlapping each other, as if they were cursing. Although Lumian did not understand what they were shouting, the word echoed in his mind in the form of the purest knowledge, allowing him to figure out what it meant without having to master the corresponding language. Those voices that merged into a torrent screamed with resentment and hatred: "Heavenly Master!" ………… At the bottom of the deep valley quarry, the hall where the machines were running madly had half collapsed. Many members of the "Mechanical Heart" were injured to varying degrees and consciously evacuated here to avoid affecting their teammates' battles. The mechanical giant Claude suddenly stopped moving, and countless roars overlapping each other echoed in his ears. Amidst the roars, a sigh descended from on high, inspiring a wilderness whose specific appearance could not be clearly seen. In the wilderness, countless figures wandered, sometimes looking up at the sky and shouting. Seeing this change, Archbishop Horamik did not take the opportunity to deal with the mechanical giant Claude. Instead, he took the remaining few members of the "Mechanical Heart" and quickly retreated from the crumbling hall and the illusory and vague wilderness. The mechanical giant Claude's artificial eyes, one ruby ​​and one emerald, suddenly dimmed. He seemed to have lost his mind, slowly turned around, and stepped into the "wilderness" step by step, as if he was going to join the figures that were always wandering around. Halfway through the walk, the mechanical giant Claude turned his head amid the sound of gears turning and looked at Archbishop Horamick and others. An indescribable smile appeared on the face made of metal parts. The next second, the mechanical giant Claude withdrew his gaze and continued forward. His figure gradually became illusory, and finally he went deeper into the wilderness and disappeared along with it. ………… Deep in Trier in the Quaternary Period, next to the gray-white fog as thick as a wall. The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" were outlined, and their eyes were locked on "Ms. Moon" who had lost her veil and had a confused expression.

The giver of the Great Mother, the lady who gave birth to the gods, stood in front of the gray fog, her shadow charred black. Seeing this scene, both "Magician" and "Justice" were surprised. Almost at the same time, the gray-white fog as thick as the wall expanded, like a heart beating. Then, a superior aura that looked down on all living beings and made people want to surrender quickly rose up and suppressed the sigh that had echoed earlier. The gray fog in the area became crazy and spread in all directions again, making the gray fog in Trier of the Quaternary Period even thicker. "Him?" “So it was Him?” "Justice" and "Magician" whispered silently. Since they were not the targets, they were able to endure the corresponding negative impact and continue their actions. The dazed "Ms. Moon" was suddenly enveloped by the bright starlight. ………… In the wilderness, powerful men such as Snarna Einhorn and Dist, the president of the "Iron Cross", once again restrained Fomonda Soren, the angel who had lost control and turned into a disaster giant, but they were also counterattacked and were retreating, unable to seize the opportunity. At this moment, the gray fog covering the ruins of Trier in the Fourth Epoch rolled violently, as if the entire city had come alive. The rolling gray fog instantly stretched out into a spear that could shatter mountains, and flew towards the restrained Fomonda Soran. In a flash, the spear made of gray mist burned violently and turned purple, with an aura of superiority and conquest. No matter whether it was Snarna Einhorn, Dist and the others, or Fomonda Soren, at this moment they all seemed to see a city in the fog. They were shocked both physically and mentally, and did not dare to resist for a while. The magnificent purple flame spear crossed a long distance and pierced through the disaster giant Fomonda Soran, who had not yet recovered his ability to move, splitting his chest and nailing him to the wilderness. The purple flames dispersed, and a figure stood up from a squatting position on one knee. He was wearing black armor stained with blood, had long red hair, was young and handsome, but there was a rotten wound on each side of his cheek, and a red mark like a flag stood out between his eyebrows, which was so bright that it was tempting. (End of this chapter)