Chapter 436

In the dark tunnel supported by stone pillars, Franca, for whom it didn't matter whether there was a carbide lamp or not, turned her head to look at Lu Mian and said with slight worry:

"Is there really no problem with using that heart to promote? Although you don't seem to be afraid of the Solomon family's curse, it will affect your state after taking the potion and may cause you to fail. Actually, you can really consider Gardner's proposal. Taking an extra Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 potion will make you a bit stronger, but that's about it. There won't be any qualitative change. It's better to choose a safer plan."

This "Pleasure Witch" had already learned from Lu Mian about what happened in the underground labyrinth of Red Swan Castle and most of Ms. "Magician's" reply.

While marveling at the existence of "special soldiers" and the crazy roar of the lost angel, she was somewhat worried about Lu Mian's idea of stubbornly using the "Wax Artist" Beyonder characteristic and the shriveled heart of the mutated black spider to prepare the potion.

Lu Mian, carrying the carbide lamp, chuckled:

"I definitely have enough confidence to do so."

"Do you have a way to eliminate the influence of the residual bloodline of that heart?" Franca didn't quite believe it.

Speaking of this, she seemed to have just come back to her senses:

"Where are we going? You don't need to drink the potion, just find a place with no one around. There's no need to keep circling underground, right?"

Lu Mian laughed:

"It's precisely because the destination is special enough that I have the confidence to suppress the influence of the Solomon family's residual bloodline in that heart to the minimum."

*At the same time, it can weaken the danger brought by the pollution in my body regarding this promotion! *

"Where is the destination?" Franca was full of curiosity.

Lu Mian answered with a smile:

"You'll know when we get there."

"Damn! I hate people like you who don't finish their sentences the most!" Franca couldn't help but curse.

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"The destination you mentioned is here?" More than half an hour later, Franca pointed to the naturally formed and modified giant stone gate hole ahead, asking with surprise and a vague understanding.

That giant stone gate hole was carved with a large number of skulls, bone arms, sunflowers, and steam-related symbols.

This is the entrance gate to the underground catacombs, and ahead is the Empire of Death!

"Somewhere inside it." Lu Mian took a white candle from the satchel where he put the "Torture" gloves and threw it to Franca, saying with a smile, "I want to take the potion under the gaze of God."

"Under the gaze of God?" Franca looked at Lu Mian suspiciously, feeling that this guy had contracted the bad habit of an "Astrologer":

*Not speaking human language! *

Lu Mian didn't explain, lit a white candle, and walked into the underground catacombs while holding it.

As usual, there was the obstruction of the administrator, as usual, there was the promise of self, and the two arrived at the third floor of the underground catacombs, seeing the two mottled sacrificial pillars made of giant stones and the small square around them.

After stepping into the area that was clean to an incredible degree, Franca suddenly realized:

"You want to use the special nature of this place?"

She had explored the underground catacombs before, but had never gone deep into the third floor, only hearing Lu Mian mention that there was a square here, built with two sacrificial pillars symbolizing the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and the "God of Steam and Machinery" respectively.

Under the protection of these two sacrificial pillars, even if the candle in hand went out, humans in the square area would not be swallowed by darkness, and even the traces of their existence would die.

"Yes," Lu Mian laughed.

He handed the white candle in his hand to Franca, walked to the mottled giant pillar carved with the "Sun Holy Emblem," sunflowers, and radioactive lines, and other large symbols, spread his arms respectfully, and prayed sincerely:

"Praise the Sun!"

His plan was to use the special nature of the underground catacombs themselves and the protection of this sacrificial square to suppress the influence of the Solomon family's residual bloodline and the fate pollution in his body.

According to his experience, a large part of such influence comes from the outside, from the corresponding source, such as Vormunda Solomon sealed in the depths of the underground palace and the fate power outside the barrier.

Without this part of the influence, what remains is the erosion made by the pollution in his body taking advantage of the body state briefly losing balance and the seal changing during promotion. Lu Mian had deeply experienced this in his previous three promotions and felt that it could be fully withstood, because the external help of these pollutions would be suppressed and weakened by the special nature of the underground catacombs and the protection of the sacrificial pillars.

The initial inspiration for this plan came from the formation of the Beyonder accessory "Beatrice's Necklace," and from Ms. "Magician" saying that certain special environments could cut off connections and prevent the power of gifts from returning to the mother body, such as the area around the "Samaritan Woman's Spring."

Lu Mian felt that although this sacrificial square in the underground catacombs was definitely not as special as the area around the "Samaritan Woman's Spring," it wouldn't be much worse. After the double filtering of the weirdness of the underground catacombs themselves and the protection of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" sacrificial pillar, the external influence would definitely be significantly reduced.

Moreover, the holiness of this sacrificial square came from the protection of the orthodox god, and Lu Mian didn't have to worry that his act of taking the potion and promoting here would attract the backlash of the surrounding environment.

Watching Lu Mian sincerely praising the sun there, Franca was a bit stunned for a moment.

*It really is under the 'gaze' of God! *

*But aren't you afraid of being directly purified as a believer of Mr. 'Fool'? *

After finishing the prayer, Lu Mian returned to Franca and took out a beautifully shaped perfume bottle and handed it over.

"This is?" Franca asked suspiciously.

"Grey Amber perfume." Lu Mian's expression was bright and dark under the flickering candlelight, "After I take the potion, you observe my reaction. If you feel something is wrong, unscrew the cap and bring the bottle mouth to my nose."

This matter was originally done by himself, but this time, with the influence of the Solomon family's residual bloodline, and he himself was already in the middle sequence, he was worried that the situation would become relatively serious, and he might not have the ability to open the perfume bottle. And if he used it from the beginning, his subconscious would remember that this was something he made, which might lead to a lack of effect.

"Okay." Seeing that Lu Mian had no intention of explaining, Franca suppressed her inner curiosity and did not ask.

Lu Mian looked at the wide stone steps leading to the second floor of the underground catacombs and added:

"One more thing you need to do is to stop visitors from disturbing me."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Franca rolled her eyes.

*Does this still need to be explained? *

Lu Mian didn't say anything more and took out a beer glass that looked like it was made of crystal from his satchel.

Using a measuring cylinder, he first put in 80 milliliters of dark red "Wax Artist" blood, then threw in the poison glands of the mutated black spider and 10 grams of amber powder and two white oak fruits collected over the past month or so in order.

These materials, which had strong spirituality or corresponding symbols, were mixed together. There was no instant melting, but some black foam floated up.

Lu Mian then gently sank the blood-colored thing that looked like a shrunken human brain and the shriveled, blackened, withered heart into the blood.

With a *hiss*, blood-colored mist permeated out and then shrank back. All the solids decomposed quickly, blending with each other, making the color of the potion deeper and deeper.

Bubbles emerged and burst. In the end, the liquid in the beer glass turned iron-black, floating with a large amount of reddish rust.

Seeing this, Franca muttered in a low voice:

"Sure enough, those who play tactics have dirty hearts, and the potion is also so dirty..."

Looking at the deep, dark, blood-surging potion, Lu Mian took off his satchel and military canteen and threw them aside.

After throwing "Lie" to Franca, he exhaled slowly and adjusted his state.

After twenty or thirty seconds, he sat cross-legged, picked up the beer glass with a steady wrist, and drank the potion without any hesitation.

This potion had a strong rust taste and was ice-cold at the entrance, as if it were a snake-like creature crawling in the dark, slippery and cold.

Lu Mian didn't have a hot body like the previous few times, as if being burned. Instead, he felt cold all over, as if all the flames had been absorbed by the potion.

At the same time, his head began to throb with the familiar pain, and hallucinations appeared before his eyes quickly—all his thoughts and mastered information became substantial, connected together in the form of micro-pictures, forming a spider web intertwined layer by layer.

This caused Lu Mian's brain to fall apart, and terrifying whispers that seemed to come from the infinite distance and seemed to be right in front of him echoed in his ears, accompanied by the spread of violent and crazy emotions.

But these were not serious. The severe pain brought by the former didn't make Lu Mian almost faint, instinctively rolling, just his expression twisted and ferocious involuntarily, his hands clenched tightly, and he couldn't help but groan in pain, while the latter was completely within the endurance range of the "Bowl-carrying Monk."

Lu Mian's right palm was stimulated and felt a bit hot.

Finally, the burning of the flames came. This time, it was concentrated in Lu Mian's brain, unreal and very illusory.

During this process, Franca, who was watching from the side, wanted to open the perfume bottle several times, but as soon as such a thought arose, Lu Mian became normal again.

It sounded slow, but it actually took twenty or thirty seconds. Lu Mian's clenched hands slowly loosened, and his twisted facial muscles gradually returned to their original position.

*Hoo... * Lu Mian exhaled a stream of scorching air and opened his eyes.

"Success?" Franca asked subconsciously.

Lu Mian felt the stinging pain in his head and body and responded with amusement:

"If it hadn't succeeded, you would have already started fighting the out-of-control me."

This was actually a bit easier than his previous three promotions.

"Who knows if the 'Conspirer's' loss of control is pretending to be a normal person, secretly attacking me..." Franca knew she was quick-mouthed just now, but still argued instinctively.

Lu Mian raised his hand to rub his forehead, feeling that although the pain was pain, his thoughts seemed clearer than ever before.

He quickly recalled the various things that had happened before and keenly noticed that some details of them might have a little problem.

This was something he hadn't discovered before.

For example, according to the nightmare, the poet Eilert, who often participated in the King Cake game, should have been half-waxed long ago and could go crazy or hurt people around him at any time, but not only was he fine, he also went in and out of the problematic Sacred Heart Monastery and coincidentally saw Albus Medici!

PS: Thanks to friend chrisd for the Silver Alliance reward~

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