MTL - Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability-Chapter 54 interpret

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Lumian rolled backwards for some distance before standing up again.

The scream that erupted and then stopped abruptly made him feel relieved a lot.

However, he was not careless. With a shotgun on his back and an ax in hand, he cautiously approached the completely collapsed house.

Where masonry and wood blocks are stacked, dust permeates the air and lingers for a long time.

Standing outside, Lumian couldn't see the monster's body at all, which proved that the monster was completely buried, and under the current environment, his sense of smell was also greatly weakened, and he couldn't help but raise a hand to cover it. The nose is not exposed to the stimulation of dust.

Faced with this situation, Lumian took seven or eight steps back, kept a safe enough distance from the target, and patiently waited for the dust to settle.

While waiting, he kept observing his surroundings, beware of shallow footprints that might suddenly appear and various smells approaching rapidly.

Finally, the air was "fresh" again, and his vision was no longer disturbed.

Lumian approached the building again, following the smell of blood, he found the monster that was suppressed layer by layer by heavy stones.

Anyway, he was not in a hurry, relying on the talent of the "hunter", according to a specific order, moved away from the stones one by one without causing secondary collapse.

At the same time, he was always on guard against the monster who was still waiting for an opportunity to attack him.

Another heavy stone was pulled away, and Lumian saw the monster whose head and neck became a swirling "mouthparts".

It was facing up to the sky, crushed to a **** mess, its front chest sticking out of its back, its "mouthparts" full of sharp teeth were inserted into the ground by a small half-pointed stone pillar, and the dark black tentacles covered with meat membranes were broken. Several.

If it weren't for the more obvious features, Lumian would not be able to recognize whether this semi-solid and highly viscous meat sauce is his goal.

This is better than he expected!

After initially confirming that the monster was completely dead, Lumian turned his attention to its chest, and found that the three black marks were still clearly visible in this situation.

It's weird...Even in the world of occultism, this shouldn't be common, right? Lumian, who has been bullied by her sister for a long time, still lacks too much knowledge and can only make certain judgments based on her feelings.

He originally planned to use the knife he carried with him to peel off the few pieces of skin where the black marks were located, but the effect of the trap was so good that the skin on the opponent's entire chest was completely damaged and pressed into the flesh, making it impossible to peel off even if he wanted to. down.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he tore off the inner linen shirt, tore off a small piece of cloth, and placed it in front of him as paper.

Immediately afterwards, he took another piece of cloth, wrapped it around his index finger, and stained it with the monster's blood—as for whether this could completely isolate possible pollution and toxicity, he didn't care too much. If something went wrong, he should leave immediately. The dream is fine, anyway, the damage that can be brought to reality is very small, and he should be able to fully recover in a few hours or half a day.

Using the monster's blood as ink, Lumian copied the three black marks.

While painting, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and his forehead also felt a certain degree of pain.

According to the common sense taught by Aurora, combined with the grasp of his own state, Lumian thought that his spirituality was almost exhausted, and found the reason:

"Just copying these three imprints, my spirituality will be exhausted?"

On the one hand, he was surprised by the weirdness of the black mark, and on the other hand, he was shocked by the fact that the upper limit of spirituality of "Hunter" was too low, and he estimated that it was a little stronger than normal people with talents.

After resting for a while, Lumian continued to copy, and he did it three times intermittently before he finished the work, his head throbbing.

In such a state, it was impossible for him to explore further. He could only put away the cloth, pick up the axe, and return to his home on the other side of the wilderness.

After walking out of the ruins and relaxing a bit, he suddenly felt like he had digested a lot of the "Hunter" potion.

"Looks like it was a successful hunt just now..." Lumian muttered.

His summary, which he has experienced but has not yet compiled, comes to mind:

"Calmness is very important... calmness is even more important when you suddenly encounter prey and it is too late to prepare.

"Observe the environment at any time and figure out how to use it."

While thinking, Lumian returned home, went up to the second floor, and entered the bedroom.

He struggled to remember those imprints for a while before he fell on the bed and passed out.

...

The next morning, when Lumian woke up, both temples were still a little swollen, which was a sign of excessive spiritual consumption in the ruins of the dream.

He shook his head, left the room, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he went downstairs, he found that his sister had prepared breakfast, toast with jam, chopped sausage and strong coffee.

"So early?" Lumian blurted out in surprise.

My sister rarely gets up early.

Aurora responded angrily:

"I found myself in a time loop. The people around me became weirder and more terrifying. Can you still sleep well? Anyway, I can't sleep well."

"I can't do it if I don't want to." Lumian comforted her sister, "At least you can really sleep, I have to be busy in my dreams."

"That's right." Aurora picked up the coffee with half a packet of sugar cubes in it, and took a sip.

After her brother sat down and ate half of the toast and sausage, she asked:

"What do you gain from exploring the dream ruins this time?"

Lumian recounted the whole process of his encounter with the monster, and finally said:

"Aurora, er, sister, help me find out what those three black marks represent. At the end of the Lent celebration, there are similar things on the body of the priest, and there are more of them."

Aurora nodded slightly, and took out an absorbent pen and note paper from the secret pocket of the off-white tunic dress.

Lumian brushed and drew, not too accurately restoring those black marks.

Soon, he handed the note to his sister and "introduced":

"I only remembered it a few times. Some parts are not sure whether it is right or wrong, but some parts are definitely like this. Here, here, and here are all fine."

Just restoring part of the mark in this way has consumed a lot of his spirituality.

Aurora put the note paper on the dining table in front of her, stared at it for a while and said:

"These characters are not any kind I know, and the corresponding symbols are more distorted than those commonly seen in mysticism."

Lumian was a little disappointed just now, and Aurora added:

"Judging from the impact of extraordinary words and symbols on the surroundings and the traces of prying on natural forces, I suspect that this is an external manifestation of a special contract."

As she spoke, she pointed at the post-it note with her index finger.

"Contract?" Lumian asked back.

Aurora nodded:

"Combined with your battle with that monster, each black mark should represent a special contract.

"The role of this contract may be to help it obtain a supernatural ability from some spirit world creatures, different space creatures, and alien creatures. Therefore, the black mark on its left chest glows to bring invisibility, and the one below the neck is invisible. In response to sounds that make people irritated, resentful, and irrational, the right breast shows nothing, and I suspect that it has something to do with the 'mouthparts', tentacles, or digestion."

"No wonder..." Lumian suddenly understood some details of the previous battle.

He then laughed and said:

"The priest of the church signed more than a dozen contracts with different creatures?

"What's this called? It's so that everyone can be his father!"

"It's a weird description." Aurora muttered, "It seems that the priest who fought with you at the end of the Lent celebration didn't even show one-tenth of his strength. You should only use one, and your body and mind will somehow lose control and be slaughtered by you."

Lumian in the last cycle and the previous cycle didn't understand, but now he clearly felt the luck at that time.

He eagerly asked:

"Can I copy the contract obtained from the monster and get in touch with the corresponding creature?"

He was very envious of that "invisibility" ability.

"A contract is a contract, and a ceremony is a ceremony. Do you know how to perform a ceremony?" Aurora poured cold water on him, "Even if you master the ceremony, do you know what price you will pay for this special contract? The priest of the church should use The gift of a certain hidden existence was completed..."

Speaking of this, Aurora suddenly froze for a second, and said to himself:

"Why does the monster in the ruins of your dream also have this kind of black mark... It also received the gift from that person?"

While speaking, Aurora cast her eyes on Lumian's left chest:

"Could it be related to the black thorn symbol that locks your heart?

"The priest of the church also has, um... the dream ruins may be created by the hidden existence represented by the thorn symbol, and the key to breaking the cycle may also be hidden there, or, under certain circumstances, the reality and the dream ruins do something at the same time Things work out..."

"It's possible." Lumian thought this could explain why the monster also had a black mark and why the mysterious lady asked herself to explore the ruins of the dream and try to unlock the secrets there.

He immediately said with emotion:

"Aurora, uh, sister, your imagination is indeed much richer than mine."

"This is the self-cultivation of a writer." Aurora smiled.

After breakfast, she asked Lumian to go to the study with her to teach Hermes.

It wasn't until three or four o'clock in the afternoon that the two of them finished their make-up lessons, and they only ate something casually in the middle.

"Okay, now you can go out and find Pierre Berry for a drink." Aurora saw that the time was almost up and no one would be suspicious, so she ordered Lumian.

Lumian gave a "hmm" and exhorted with concern:

"You must be careful."

My sister wants to take the risk of contacting the three sheep to see what information she can get.

...

Inside the dilapidated two-story house where the shepherd Pierre Berry lived.

Lumian looked around and asked the old woman in front of her:

"Where's Pierre?"

The old woman is Pierre Berry's mother, named Marti. She is only in her early fifties, but due to hard work, she has many wrinkles, spots on her skin, and black and gray hair. She doesn't look much younger than Naroka.

"He went to church," Malti replied.

Went to church again? Lumian was taken aback.