Chapter 476: Pollution Weakens "You've recovered." Janna reminded Lumian quietly. She did not dare to speak loudly because she was afraid of disturbing her companion and causing him to suffer the same strange change as before. In addition, she was also worried that it would attract the attention of the giant, whose appearance could not be seen clearly due to the smoke and heavy rain, but who looked very dangerous. Lumian suddenly looked into Janna's eyes and saw that he had returned to normal. He answered subconsciously: "This means that the 'inn ceremony' that the evil god's followers secretly carried out using me as a model has ended..." Having said that, Lumian suddenly became alert and looked around quickly. Now that the "Inn Ceremony" is over, based on the experience just now, the evil god's gifted ones in the other twelve "rooms" should have also entered here! As Lumian looked around, he saw a strange area paved with light black stone bricks. This area almost filled Lumian's field of vision, except for the magnificent city in the distance and the giant in the chaotic weather. Every twenty or thirty meters, there stands a gray-white stone pillar. The stone pillar is as thick as three or four people can hug together. Some of them have collapsed, and some of them point straight into the sky, blocking Lumian and Janna's view of the back.

The sky, supported by stone pillars, appeared strangely transparent, as if something was burning quietly there, but could not be seen with the naked eye. This brought a certain amount of light, close to the brightness of the dusk on the ruined battlefield, allowing Lumian, who did not have "dark vision", to see everything within range clearly even without creating red balls of fire. He did not find Mrs. Pualis and other benefactors of the evil god. “The guests of the ‘hostel’ didn’t come in? Or, they were scattered to different places and their arrival locations were random?” Lumian asked himself. This time, he didn't mutter to himself, hoping that Janna could get the relevant information. Although Janna didn't understand what "random" meant, she roughly understood what Lumian meant. She didn't ask any further questions, but instead brought the topic to the most important thing: "What to do now?" At the same time, Jana had some associations in her mind: The "inn" was modeled after Ciel... Based on the mystical knowledge involved in the witch's curse, could it be that there is also an evil god gifted person living inside him? Uh... He seemed to have mentioned before that he has Mr. Fool's seal on him, and the seal is for that evil god gifted person? The changes just now are actually similar to the effects of the curse, but because of the existence of the seal, there are no serious consequences? What? Lumian looked at the wandering giant, whose figure was extremely blurred and only the outline was visible, surrounded by smoke, rain, lightning, and flames, and laughed: “What we need to do most now is to distance ourselves from that giant. "We run in the opposite direction of the city and hide in a secret place to see what happens next. We try to find an exit as soon as possible." Although Lumian felt the strong attraction of the giant and the city to him, as if they were constantly calling him to come over, he no longer had the status of an angel and did not need to withstand the actual magnetic attraction. He would not move uncontrollably in that direction and could weigh the pros and cons and the situation more rationally and soberly. The giant looked very dangerous at first glance. He was definitely a divine creature, and most likely in a state of madness. As a Sequence 6 "conspirator", what could he do to approach him? He would probably lose control if he just took one look at him! And if that city is really Trier in the Fourth Epoch, there must be many demigods who died there, most of whom have become undead creatures like Old Bones, and they will also emit various kinds of pollution. Even with the seal of Mr. Fool and the aura of "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor, Lumian does not think that he can be as relaxed, comfortable and fearless as he was when he returned to Cordu Village before it was polluted. If he entered Trier of the Fourth Epoch with such thoughts, he might turn into an irrational monster that wandered forever and sealed the angel in the blink of an eye. After saying this, Lumian turned around and ran in the opposite direction of the giant figure in the changeable weather, heading away from the magnificent city. We have to distance ourselves as quickly as possible, because no one knows whether the wandering giant will make any sound! The uncontrolled voices of many high-ranking beings are difficult to defend against for mid- and low-sequence Beyonders. Jenna trusted the experienced Charles and followed her companion lightly, bypassing the gray-white stone pillars that were either standing or collapsed, and went deeper into the area paved with light black stone bricks. As he ran, Lumian's brows slightly frowned. He felt that after experiencing the battle in the world of the painting and making many "spiritual journeys", his spiritual energy had been greatly depleted. If he encountered another accident, he didn't know how long he could hold on.

I have to find a way to regain some spirituality... The reality is midnight, hiding until six in the morning? Lumian thought as he ran. ………… In the fake market area that flipped to the ground, heavy rain poured down on Safari and the other people in the "room". They were standing on the street across from the Breeze Ballroom, with lights of different colors lighting up on their chests. Figures emerged one after another, penetrated the void, and fell into the deep darkness, falling into the iron-black gate stained with blood and red rust in the depths of the darkness. Safari stared at the scene in a daze. There was a hint of sadness in her empty eyes and dull expression. Her long brown hair was soaked. Gabriel beside her showed obvious joy and asked in a vague voice: “Is it over? "Can we be together forever?" Safari's rain-soaked face twisted, and she said to Gabriel: "Get out of here, stay away from me!" "Why?" Gabriel was puzzled. Safari’s mission as a “hostel room” has been completed, so there should be nothing else to do, right? The monster will return to its daily life as a monster. Safari said painfully: "Once the guests have left, the rooms in the 'hostel' have no value anymore..." Before she could finish her words, a pair of transparent dragonfly-like wings suddenly grew out from behind her, with patterns on them representing a series of open, indifferent eyes. Silently, Safari's body collapsed. The wet lake blue dress lost its support and fell to the ground. On top of it were clumps of wriggling flesh and blood. Each clump of flesh and blood had dragonfly-like, dreamy wings and a large number of eye-like patterns. The only part of Safari that was still intact was her head, which was surrounded by blood dragonflies. A few ears of wheat and mushrooms grew on her face, and drops of rain fell there and slid down again. She opened her mouth as if it was a door to another world, and her voice became shrill: “We are not the gift givers, we are just the works of the goblins! "Come on!" Gabriel stared blankly at Safari, which was made up of blood dragonflies and heads. An indescribable sadness appeared on his empty and indifferent face. In an environment where heavy rain and sunshine coexisted, he instinctively ran a few steps outside and then stopped. The playwright turned around and walked back to Safari. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled gently, breaking away from his rigidity: “I had forgotten that I was already a monster, where could I go? "I'm glad you finally let me run on my own." Gabriel said as he bent down so that his knees touched the ground and the water. He embraced countless blood dragonflies and Safari's struggling head, then kissed her lips covered with wheat ears and mushrooms, kissing her deeply.

Puff, puff, puff. The blood dragonflies used their wings to cut his flesh and blood, drilled into his body, and sucked his life. He was still kissing. The heavy rain hit the two of them. Not long after, pairs of transparent, dreamy wings emerged from behind Gabriel, covered in blood. With a creepy gnawing sound, Gabriel's body collapsed and melted, and the same happened to Safari's head. In the final bloodstain, “dragonflies” with strange shapes like meat balls and fluttering transparent wings flew up, like bright fireworks blooming in a rainstorm. Suddenly, the scorching sun fell, covering the area and the bodies that had undergone changes. Not far away, Angouleme, Valentine and Imre half-opened their arms at the same time. Back at St. Robert's Church, they were no longer in the world of the painting and were not affected by the ceremony. There was no reversal of reality and illusion, and they remained on the ground. After the situation stabilized, they rushed to the Breeze Ballroom area. ………… Erato area, Convent of the Sacred Heart. Violent winds, rain, lightning and thunder surrounded the golden sun, but could not temporarily prevent the sunlight from shining through. This made the entrance to the Breeze Ballroom blurry and swaying, but it had not disappeared yet. The world in the painting that flipped to the ground became increasingly illusory, getting closer and closer to returning to the rock wall. After getting rid of the erosion of sunlight, "Magician" and "Justice" found that they had lost the trace of "Ms. Moon". The former immediately made bright stars light up around him, and the same was true in his eyes. Soon, she "saw" the figure of "Ms. Moon". The evil god's follower did not make any disguise and forced his way into the already unstable darkness and the mysterious and illusory iron door. With a twinkle of stars, the two major arcana cards, "Magician" and "Justice", also came to the outside of the Breeze Ballroom. Both of them were a little hesitant, not knowing whether they should chase in. At this time, "Justice" uttered a soft "eh": "I feel that the attraction and call of the underground to me has become very weak..." The reason why they were hesitant just now was because once they entered the deep underground and entered Trier in the Fourth Epoch, the demigods would suffer great and extremely terrifying pollution. It doesn’t matter to them those followers of the evil god. They are essentially crazy anyway. At most, their madness is more complicated and thorough. But they have to consider this issue. "The pollution has weakened?" The "magician" was stunned. As far as she knows, there are only two people who can make this happen: One is Mr. Fool or Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Tianzun. They can temporarily strengthen the power of the seal to bind the various pollutions in Trier in the Fourth Epoch and weaken them. The other one is the god who has initially taken control of the biggest anomaly underground: "The Lord who created everything, the omniscient and almighty God, the ruler behind the veil of shadows, the ruler of the spiritual world, the fallen self of all living beings." (End of this chapter)