Chapter 628 Confession Ice blue eyes! That devil! It's in the church! Lumian's nerves tensed up, and without giving it much thought, he immediately wanted to "teleport" away. This time, he would choose Trier and the entrance of St. Vieux Church! At this moment, he saw himself reflected in those ice-blue eyes: My face is distorted, my expression is sinister, and my eyes are cold. Then, one Lumiens after another appeared, appearing around Lumiens. There is Lumian with an intoxicated look, heavy breathing, and a flushed face, there is Lumian with a terrified face and trembling, there is Lumian with an expressionless face and a determined look, there is Lumian who is confused, sad, and depressed, there is Lumian who has no will to live, and there is Lumian whose eyes are filled with anger and hatred and his eyes are red... For a moment, Lumian seemed to split into countless selves, each of which seemed real. This seriously affected his thoughts and actions, making it impossible for him to activate the contract mark representing "spiritual travel". Following his last instinct, he sank his remaining will into his right hand, towards the mark left by the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor.

Only by scaring the devil with ice-blue eyes could he take the opportunity to get rid of his current state and have enough energy to "teleport" and escape! Suddenly, Lumian heard whispers filled with a strong sense of madness and depravity. His mind instantly turned into a ball of paste, expanding to the point of bursting. The aura of the "Blood Emperor" could not be aroused in time. Various fragmented, emotional, and painful thoughts exploded in Lumian's mind like fireworks, and then slowly fell away. An intense burning sensation then arose in his chest, which helped him to locate himself and prevent him from being completely lost. After an unknown amount of time, Lumian finally regained control of his thoughts. His first thought was: "I'm actually still alive?" It should have been some time since he was attacked by the whispering sounds and regained consciousness. With the devil's strength, it was enough to kill him dozens of times! Lumian once again focused his attention on his right hand and looked at the devil with ice-blue eyes. The devil in a black suit, bow tie and gray hair has sat up straight again, facing the Holy Emblem of Life, slightly bent his back and crossed his arms on his chest. It closed its eyes and whispered in pain: "Merciful Mother, please forgive my sins..." Merciful mother, please forgive my sins... Lumian suddenly had an idea and gave up the idea of ​​stimulating the aura of the "Blood Emperor". He sat down again, right next to the devil. He looked at the "Holy Emblem of Life" on the altar and waited quietly, without interrupting the devil's confession, and quietly thought about what had just happened: The different selves I saw were probably real hallucinations. They were not in the real world, but in my heart, in my mind... This is a high-level manifestation of fluctuations in emotions and desires, activating individual emotions and desires and letting them fight for control of the body, but it has not reached the level of split personality? The subsequent mumbling was somewhat similar to the crazy curse that Napoleon cursed when he was driven away, but this time I was not protected by Mr. Fool’s gray fog. No, I was still protected to a certain extent. Otherwise, my self would have been overturned in the crazy river brought by the mumbling. Even if I didn’t lose control, I would have completely fallen and would not have been able to hold on until the devil’s “conscience” was awakened and he began to repent… I thought the safest place on the entire Khanty Island was this church of the "Mother Earth" Church. It was chosen specifically to hide from the devil, but who knew it would pray here... It seems that I can no longer "blindly" trust the church of the Orthodox Church. In the absence of sufficient intelligence, nothing is absolute... However, it was only in the church that I survived. If it were somewhere else, Thermipolos would be fighting the devil with ice blue eyes, and then the angels from the Church of God and the Tarot Club would descend... Lumian had some guesses and waited confidently, summing up his experience and learning lessons.

After a few minutes, the devil with gray hair, ice-blue eyes and wearing a black suit finished his confession. His expression initially returned to calm, but there were more bloodshot in his eyes. It was not until this moment that Lumian noticed that it was wearing black leather gloves on both of its palms, and it did not take them off even when confessing and praying. This was not consistent with the behavior of a devout believer. In the human world, it is widely believed that praying with gloves on is disrespectful to the gods, except in emergencies and special circumstances. The same applies to wearing a hat. The devil glanced at Lumian and said in a low but calm voice: "You haven't run away yet, aren't you afraid of angering me again?" Lumian looked at the Holy Emblem of Life in front of him and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, this is the church of the 'Mother Earth'." "Were we not in church just now?" The devil controlled the volume so as not to disturb other people praying. "Occasional accidents are understandable," Lumian said calmly, "and I believe you can control yourself in the short term. It will be difficult to control yourself for more than half a year." The devil also looked towards the altar, and the "Holy Emblem of Life" was reflected in his ice-blue eyes: "Why do you think so?" "I'm an experienced adventurer." Lumian smiled and said, "I know that all the Orthodox churches have a common rule, that is, survivors of occult events, if there is still potential danger, will often be absorbed into the church and become civil servants, receiving long-term protection to avoid sudden death. However, none of those who saw the devil on Hant Island went through this process. All of them left after only a few months of protection. “Are you afraid that if you stay any longer, even in a church or a monastery, people will die? "By then, it will definitely have a great impact on the reputation of the church, and higher-level forces cannot always watch." The gray-haired devil was silent for a few seconds and said: "I don't want to kill them, but I..." Having said this, its face twisted once again, its ice-blue eyes filled with pain. It folded its arms over its chest again and murmured a prayer. This time, it returned to normal quickly. Lumian continued the previous topic and smiled: "You didn't write all those people's epitaphs, did you?" "Yes." The devil in black suit kept his body slightly leaning forward. It seems that this devil has a very good relationship with the Church of the "Mother Earth Goddess"... It may not be so pious, but it is totally fine to say that it is a believer... Lumian knew that in many key situations, even if he asked, the devil with ice-blue eyes would not answer, and it might even irritate the other party and have very serious consequences. He could only consider taking advantage of the opportunity when its emotions were stable and its malice was not obvious, and inquire about some details from the side. But before he could open his mouth, the devil had already asked: "What on earth do you want to do on Hant Island, stranger?" Lumian smiled deliberately: "I encountered a devilish incident before..." He briefly talked about how Sarah from Kolya Port encountered a "love spell". When he was in charge of the investigation, the suspect's body was suddenly taken over by the devil, who wanted to make a deal, but was rejected by him. Then he used hidden official forces to drive the other party away. Lumian did not go into detail about the content of the "love spell" and did not mention Napolidisli's name for the time being - this was because he was afraid that there was a great hatred between the two parties and that just a name would cause strong stimulation. He concluded: "I read in that notebook that there is a devil legend on Hunt Island, and this is related to the deal that the devil wanted to make. I was curious and decided to come and take a look and investigate. I didn't plan to deal with anyone." "You can't handle anyone," the ice-blue-eyed devil commented matter-of-factly. It still looked at the Holy Emblem of Life in front of it, and added in a calm and low voice: "Curiosity kills the cat."

Lumian smiled and said: "It was indeed dangerous, but it only took me one day to find you and discover the blocked valley. This shows that I am capable enough." Next time, I'll choose the safer "shelter". The devil with ice-blue eyes had few wrinkles, and he smiled for once: “The methods you use are unconventional, but they also conform to the underlying laws of the world of mysticism. "But if I hadn't been controlling myself and repenting for the killings and injuries I'd caused in the past, you would have already died. Such an investigation would have no value." Lumian did not argue. From the intelligence he had gathered before, he knew that there would not be any danger in the church of the "Mother Earth Goddess" in the short term - what happened just now was ultimately proved to be a false alarm. He changed the subject: “Why did that inexplicable devil want to target you? "Moreover, with the strength of me and my companions, it is probably impossible to eliminate you, the so-called descendant of the devil. Does it actually want us to die?" The devil in black formal attire stared at the Holy Emblem of Life and said: "I don't know who you encountered." It declined to say more. Lumian didn't dare to force him, let alone provoke him, so he could only think quickly and look for other ways to break in: “You appear to be free, why don’t you leave Hants Island? "It seems like there is some kind of power affecting you here." The devil's facial muscles twisted and he said: “This is my duty and my atonement. “After I converted to Mother Goddess, I still couldn’t control myself from killing people sometimes, and I was still accumulating deep sins.” “Then why don’t you imprison yourself completely?” Lumian asked casually, recalling his previous reasoning. "I can't imprison him. I can't do it, and I can't do this." The devil with ice-blue eyes showed a painful expression again. Sure enough, you are closely related to the state of the bloody devil in the valley... However, you are already a "cold-blooded person", why are you still suffering from killing people, and were "cured" by the idea of ​​the preciousness of life taught by the "Mother Earth Goddess"? Lumian decided to ease the topic and let the other party calm down. He chatted casually: "I'm sorry, I wasn't polite enough to ask you how to address me." The devil's ice-blue eyes were blank for two or three seconds and said: "Napoli Disli." (End of this chapter)