MTL - Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability-Chapter 72 Sacrificial dance (seeking monthly ticket)

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"The power of fate!"

As the ancient Hermes language was uttered, Lumian suddenly felt that the light inside the altar became much dimmer, and the orange candle flame swayed violently in the invisible wind, and was compressed to the size of a single pepper.

At the same time, his chest began to heat up, his head was a little dizzy, and his ears were buzzing, as if he was about to hear the terrifying voice coming from infinite distance and close to him again.

Lumi calmed down, and suddenly thought of one thing:

The pollution in his body was sealed by the owner of the blue-black symbol. Even if he meditated deeply and faced the sacrificial dance, he could only make the thorn symbol stand out, dissipate a little breath, and could not mobilize the corresponding power.

Now this ritual can bypass the seal and absorb the "gift"?

Unless, the owner of the blue and black symbol, that great existence, has acquiesced!

Thinking of the determined attitude of the mysterious lady, Lumian felt a little better, and even suspected that the ceremony itself included a part of asking for the permission of a great being.

As for which part it was, he didn't have enough knowledge of mysticism to guess.

During the ceremony, Lumian didn't dare to delay, but after thinking about it a few times, he began to chant the follow-up mantra in ancient Hermes:

"You are the past, the present, and the future;

"You are the cause, the effect, and the process."

Word after word echoed in the closed altar, no matter the floor or the utensils, there were obvious squirms, as if countless weird things were about to come out and enter the ruins of this dream.

Woo!

A black wind appeared out of nowhere, surrounding Lumian, and the candle flame, which was compressed to the size of a pepper grain, expanded at once, turning it silvery-white with black.

Lumian once again heard the voice that kept him on the verge of death and out of control, but a faint gray mist appeared in the altar at some point, and they all gathered around him.

This made him feel somewhere between deep meditation and seeing the "noodle man" dance. There was also quite a bit of confusion.

Barely controlling himself, Lumian continued the ceremony:

"I pray to you,

"Pray for your grace,

"I pray that you will bestow upon me the power of a 'dancer'.

"Tulip, the herb that belongs to fate, please pass on the power to my mantra!

"Grey Amber, the herb that belongs to fate, please pass on the power to my spell!"

As the ceremony progressed, Lumian's tinnitus and dizziness became more and more serious, and there seemed to be countless worms moving under the skin.

Finally, he finished reciting the mantra.

Almost at the same time, the silver, white and black candle flame instantly condensed and turned into a beam of light, shining on his left chest.

Immediately, a silver-black illusory liquid flowed out, quickly wrapping Lumian inside, making him look both evil and terrifying.

He felt that every inch of his skin was being pricked by needles, and the muscles and ligaments were completely torn apart. The mysterious voice became extremely clear, as if it was directly ringing in his mind.

Lumian was swallowed by severe pain, and his sanity was almost paralyzed.

All his blood vessels became scorching hot, as if burning from the inside out.

This situation is more serious than the near-death state brought about by his previous deep meditation.

He could only grit his teeth and persevere, try his best to control the chaotic spirit, so as not to let himself completely lose his mind, as for other things, he could no longer take care of them.

In the attack like a violent wind and a huge wave, he was in a daze, unable to know how long time had passed.

Finally, the terrible pain disappeared, and Lumian suddenly felt relaxed, as if he had lifted a heavy burden of a thousand catties in an instant, or got out of the bottom of the water.

He quickly regained his thoughts and looked up.

The candlelight returned to its original state, but it still showed a silvery white with black color.

As soon as Lumian regained consciousness, he immediately took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and extinguished the candle representing himself, so as not to cause any accidents.

Then there is the root that symbolizes the gods.

Following the procedure to end the ceremony step by step, and during the process of lifting the spiritual wall, he felt exhausted and sore, as if he had fought a battle with a monster.

Not long after, the dining table was cleared, and Lumian began to examine his own state, and found that there was a lot of knowledge in his mind out of thin air.

There are three main parts to this:

Part of it is how to use the combination of dance movements, rhythm and own spirituality to mobilize the surrounding natural forces and pray to unspecified existence. This is the core knowledge of "dancers". With it, Lumian can not only pray to the fate Pray, and in the future, according to different situations and different harvests, you can design a new sacrificial dance by yourself to "please" other existences.

The second and third parts are examples of the first part.

The former is what Lumian wants most at the moment, that is, the mysterious dance performed by the "noodle man".

With this mysterious sacrificial dance, Lumian can activate the black thorn symbol on his chest when exploring the ruins of the dream, suppressing or weakening the powerful monsters there.

The third part is another weird dance. It is not like offering sacrifices, but closer to a mixture of offering sacrifices and summoning.

Using it, Lumian can attract certain things around him, and then at the cost of blood, let one of them attach to himself, thereby using a certain ability or characteristic of it.

Of course, the premise is that Lumian must be able to withstand this kind of possession, and some things will bring a lot of negative effects after they are attached to humans, and some are even unwilling to leave, which will cause big trouble.

So Lumian feels that it is too dangerous to try not to try before knowing what problems will arise if you have enough understanding of the "summoned" things.

The importance of occult knowledge is reflected again at this time. Lumian urgently needs things such as "Mysterious Creatures Illustrated Book" and "Spiritual Creatures Illustrated Book". Unfortunately, even a "wizard" known for his comprehensive knowledge It's impossible to know that much.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian moved his body and found that his flexibility had indeed been greatly improved.

Although it can't reach the level of "noodle man", a mutated monster with reorganized organs, it is better than almost all normal humans, and it can dance that mysterious sacrificial dance.

Crack, Lumian kicked back and easily touched the back of his head.

He nodded in satisfaction, and silently muttered to himself:

"That's right, you can do many moves that you couldn't do before, and the fighting ability of 'Hunter' has also become a lot stronger."

Lumian tried to take off that mysterious dance to adapt to his current body and master the corresponding movements, hoping to shorten the time to complete a period of dancing as much as possible.

Sometimes he is sonorous and powerful, as if he is fighting, and sometimes he is soft and gentle, as if he is expressing something, but they are all very rhythmic.

Jumping and jumping, Lumian's spirituality began to spread out, combining with some natural forces around him.

Gradually, his thoughts began to be single-minded, his spirit became quiet, and he entered a certain ethereal and wonderful state.

This allowed him to sense all kinds of subtle things around him, as if he had opened his spiritual vision.

At the same time, he also seems to be connected with the invisible power in his body.

His chest was hot again, and the terrifying voice came faintly but not realistic enough.

Huh... Lumian stopped dancing, unbuttoned his clothes, and looked at his chest.

Sure enough, the black thorns symbol reappeared, and the green and black one also stood out a little bit.

Lumian's spirit instantly became a little confused, but it wasn't serious, which perfectly achieved the effect he wanted.

Then, he began to calculate the specific time from the appearance to the disappearance of the black thorn symbol.

This looks like about a minute.

After buttoning up his clothes, Lumian tried another weird dance.

This dance is sometimes crazy, like a lunatic performing there, and sometimes twisted, it is difficult to describe in words.

During the jump, Lumian's spirituality diffused out again, combined with some natural forces around him, and "spreaded" farther away.

In the last third of the dance, he suddenly sensed something strange approaching.

Three figures stood out on the glass of the window on the first floor.

They are skinless monsters, shotgun monsters, and mouthparts monsters with black marks, but their figures are all very transparent, with only some spirituality and obsession left.

"Is this the Victims' Complaint Conference?" After discovering what was "summoned", Lumian murmured in his heart with a smile.

At this time, as long as he took out the ritual silver dagger during the dance, cut a hole in his body, and let out a little blood, he could let one of the three figures attach to him, thereby borrowing some of their abilities or characteristics.

Although Lumian was very envious of the "invisibility" of the mouthparts monster, he didn't know what would happen if the monster he killed attached to himself, so he could only forcefully hold back the impulse and insisted on finishing the weird dance.

When jumping to the last few movements, he inexplicably heard a series of weak and small voices.

It was as if there were many people communicating in a certain place, and he heard him through the wall, which was not real and clear.

And as Lumian carefully discerned, he found that these sounds seemed to come from his own body, from the sealed pollution!

The last action was over, and Lumian stood there, wondering to himself:

"What did you hear?"

He is now a semi-literate person in the field of mysticism. He can't think of the source at all, so he can only choose to give up. Anyway, this will not be more terrifying than the pollution itself.

After those small voices completely subsided, Lumian, who had practiced two mysterious dances, confirmed that the "dancer" also brought spiritual enhancement.

Although the current him is probably not as good as those Sequence Nines who are famous for their spirituality, he has also got rid of the shackles of "Hunter".

He thinks it should be at the upper middle level.

"The shortcomings have been made up for." Lumian was very happy about this.

He didn't think about enduring the power of the "dancer". After encountering the corresponding pollution, what kind of abnormal changes will gradually appear in his body. After all, he can't stop it, so it's better not to think about it.

Rubbing his tired head, Lumian decided to rest tonight and return to the real world to squat that owl!

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