Chapter 482: Matching of Items boom! The iron-black bullet with blazing flames once again hit Gardner Martin, who was controlled by desire, and hit the chest of the man wearing silver-white full-body armor. This time, it was like a huge hammer was swung up and smashed there heavily. Spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly from the impact point to the surrounding areas. Gardner Martin's forward movement paused and he leaned back. This made him sober up a little, and he saw General Philip being set on fire by black flames and covered by frost, while Lumian appeared behind the "deceased" and used his right hand as a revolver to fire a red-almost-white fireball at the back of the opponent's head. Gardner Martin's pupils under the mask suddenly dilated, and he felt cold all over, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. This effectively suppressed his desire, and he knelt on one knee without hesitation and thrust the heavy sword in his hand into the wilderness. The giant sword then disintegrated and turned into countless fragments of light, which violently swept towards Franka, Lumian and others, and towards the body of General Philip who had fallen to the ground. With a crackling sound, Franka, who kept changing her position, was still enveloped by the "Storm of Light" and her body shattered like a mirror. The same thing happened to Lumian and Janna. Only Anthony Reid didn't have a "mirror double". He instinctively fell to the ground, curled up his body, and protected his vital parts.

The storm of light soon subsided, and the figures of Lumian and others were quickly outlined at the edge of the wilderness, in front of the light black bricks. They saw a blazing white flaming spear being thrown out and flying towards the magnificent city in the distance, covering a distance of hundreds of meters in an instant. As soon as the long spear formed by flames fell to the ground, only the figure of Gardner Martin wearing silver-white full body armor was vaguely visible, and then it rose up again and flew towards the city filled with light mist. After several consecutive times, Gardner Martin had already opened up a considerable distance from Franka and others, and continued to run towards the ruined buildings on the edge of the city. Lumian did not chase after him, but ran to the edge of the morning light and checked on Anthony Reid. This "psychologist" was covered in bloody wounds, the most serious of which was on the left side of his back, where his beating heart was faintly visible. Anthony Reid, who was lying on his side on the ground, curled up with blood all over his face, forced a smile when he saw Lumian. There was no fear of death in that smile, only relief, relaxation and satisfaction. The fruit of revenge is so delicious. Seeing Anthony Reed's lips moving as if he wanted to ask for something, Lumian sneered: "Do you want to leave a last word? Do you want us to send your belongings to your hometown on the west coast of the Sea of ​​​​Sand?" As he spoke, he took out a silver ear clip and put it on the lobe of his left ear. Then, Lumian squatted down, stretched out his left hand, and pressed the huge wound on Anthony's back. His palm suddenly slid upwards, and the hideous wound moved to the shoulder. In just a blink of an eye, the most fatal wound on Anthony's body disappeared, and the place was intact. However, his shoulder, which originally only had many small scars, became a deep crack, exposing the bones and bleeding. This is the ability of "Lie" to transfer damage, only one wound at a time. Anthony was stunned for a moment, and felt as if life had returned to his body. Although the pain was still there and his body was getting weaker, at least he no longer had the dying feeling he had just had. Then he saw Janna walk up to him and push him from lying on his side to lying on his back.

With a "puff", Janna stabbed the obsidian broken arrow in her hand into Anthony's chest. This "Bloodthirsty Arrow" immediately absorbed the blood there, and Anthony's pupils turned a little red. He felt that the invisible flame burning quietly in the sky was a bit dazzling, and the smell of blood filling the surroundings was very tempting. At the same time, the smaller wounds on his body healed quickly, and the more serious ones also showed obvious improvement. In a few minutes, they should be able to heal initially and no longer affect his movements. Anthony Reid, who had just been on the verge of death, stood up and checked his physical condition with a confused and unbelievable look. Is it almost done? Is it all right? As a "spectator", he had obvious emotional ups and downs. "This combo is great." Franca praised him upon seeing this. "As long as you don't die on the spot and don't lose control and turn into a monster, there's still a chance to save you. You'll just become weak at best." The "Damage Transfer" of "Lies" combined with the powerful self-healing ability granted by "Bloodthirsty Arrow" actually has such an effect. Franka then looked at Lumian: "I thought you were going to intercept Gardner Martin." Under the circumstances at that time, no one else could keep up with Gardner Martin's escape speed. Only Lumian, who was able to use "spiritual travel", could catch up and effectively block him. "Do you think I don't want to?" Lumian sneered. I'm not capable! If he had not been affected by Vassan Sanson's "Man in the Ring" during his first "teleportation" today, returning to the starting point, which was equivalent to not consuming his spiritual energy, he would not even be able to maintain a stable state, and could not even use "lies" to "transfer damage". He had to leave it to Franka or Janna to do it. How could he have the ability to catch up with Gardner Martin? Franka instantly understood what Lumian meant - he had fought with others before and after entering here, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. "Okay." Franka cast her eyes towards the two statues of the "Original Witch" lying quietly on the ground, one black and one white, which were not destroyed by the "Storm of Light". She frowned and said, "Where should I throw these two things?" It brings about changes again and again, it's simply a shame for its father! "Take them with you." Lumian thought for a moment and said with a smile, "If it weren't for them this time, how could we have killed General Philip so easily? We might have to rely on them to get away later. Well, we can't put them on one person. You take one and Janna takes one." Franka weighed it for a few seconds and said: "I'll take the white one." After all, I am a member of the Witch Cult, so of course I have to get the orthodox "Original Witch" statue. After seeing Janna pick up the dark statue of the "Original Witch", Franka wondered to herself: “How can there be such a statue? "According to the files of the Purifiers and intelligence from other secret organizations, the Witch Cult members all carried bone statues, not these pitch-black ones." While speaking, Franka had been observing the statue of the "Original Witch" that looked like it was carved from charred bones, and comparing it with the one in her hand. Soon, she discovered some differences in details: In addition to their colors, one is pure white and the other is pitch black, the eyes on top of the "Original Witch's" snake-like hair are also facing different directions: if one looks to the left, the other must be looking to the right. "It's like a mirror image. A mirror... Is this the 'Original Witch' in the mirror?" Franka made some guesses based on the abilities and characteristics of the "Witch" path and her own experiences in that special mirror world. "This should not happen normally. It's not easy for the 'Iron Cross' to find such a statue..." She now understood why she and others had run into Gardner Martin and General Philip. This was a manifestation of the "Law of Aggregation of Extraordinary Characteristics". Except for Anthony, the innocent "psychologist" brought in by his companions, everyone else present was either a "hunter" or a "witch". Moreover, Franca and her group entered here in the same way as General Philip, and they were bound to appear on the edge of this wilderness covered with mirror fragments. The "Original Witch" in the mirror... Lumian thought this description sounded very evil. He didn't waste time and said to Franka and others: "Search the body of General Philip and help me guard the surroundings. I will arrange a ritual to restore the spirit."

"Is there a ritual that can restore spirituality?" Janna was very surprised. Her eyes naturally swept over General Philip's body and found that it was divided into five or six pieces, each of which was bloody. At this time, the extraordinary characteristics have not yet been precipitated, and the gift from the evil god is slowly sinking back into the corpse because it cannot return to the mother body. Lumian then walked into the light black area with gray-white stone pillars, found some shelter, and quickly set up the altar. Franca guessed who he was going to pray to, so she followed him to prepare for any unexpected events. Janna thought for a few seconds, then came to the altar, took out the lucky gold coin, and said to Lumian: "This is the lucky gold coin that little boy gave me. I don't know if it will work if I give it to someone else, but I won't lose anything by giving it a try." She left the task of searching the body to Anthony Reid, who was recovering rapidly. Franka watched in silence for a second and said: "Yes." Lumian was not polite. After all, the little boy Will had a close relationship with the "Tarot Club". Even if the lucky gold coins he gave could not be borrowed, it would not bring any negative impact. After placing the Rune gold pound on the altar, Lumian created a "spiritual wall", lit all the candles, and took two steps back. He did not directly hold the ceremony of praying for the gift, but instead tried to recite the honorific name of Mr. Fool: "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck..." As Hermes' words echoed, the lucky gold coin on the altar lit up a little, and a thin gray mist filled the "Wall of Spirituality" and seeped out, covering the edge of the wilderness. The fog in the magnificent city in the distance seemed to grow thicker and denser. Not long after, just as Lumian began to pray for a blessing, a crazy and terrifying roar came from the place where the weather was chaotic and the figure of a giant was vaguely wandering. Even through the thin gray fog, the four of them felt dizzy, the blood flow in their bodies noticeably quickened, and their hearts were beating wildly. “It’s really useful. I’m so lucky…” Lumian sighed sincerely as he looked at the golden coins on the altar. If the ceremony was not underway and Mr. Fool was protected by the gray mist, the roar would have been enough to cause him, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted, to suffer serious damage, and he might even lose control. Anthony Reid, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, was also in danger. Huh… Lumian exhaled, and under the gaze of Franka and Janna, he recited in a deep voice: “The power of fate! “You are the past, the present, and the future; "You are the cause, the result, and the process..." (End of this chapter)