Chapter 492

The strange sounds Lu Mi heard seemed to come from a place very far away, so far that it was the kind of place one could never reach.

His heart tightened, and he immediately took off the "Eye of True Perception," but the sound did not disappear:

Bang, bang, bang—it was as if two stones were colliding with each other. Lu Mi even intuitively "saw" sparks emerging, saw withered leaves and branches being ignited, and surrounding this bonfire were human skeletons, a deep and dark cave of unknown depth, and the shrill, wolf-howl-like shrieks from outside;

Dong, dong, dong—a leather drum was struck, and the sounds of various ancient musical instruments echoed in Lu Mi's ears. Solemn, sacred, and magnificent, the images poured into his mind changed accordingly—on a massive altar in the wilderness, a figure with a face covered by beaded curtains, wearing a gorgeous high crown and a deep black wide robe, ascended the altar step by step to the highest point. Around him, people with faces painted like evil ghosts were dancing a near-mad dance to the drumbeat. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a face seemed to emerge from the low-hanging black clouds. The priest wearing the gorgeous high crown raised his head, letting the beaded curtains slide to the sides, revealing a face filled with terror;

A high-pitched, distant, and desolate voice pierced the clouds and resounded across the entire land. Lu Mi's body and mind seemed to be shaken. Before his eyes appeared a vast, boundless plateau. On the plateau, trees were withered, grass was sparse, and yellow earth and stones were exposed everywhere. Here, a large number of crisscrossing gullies were like the wrinkles on an old man's face, separating one silent town after another. A giant river surged through this space, vast and unstoppable, yet it was stained a turbid yellow;

Ding-ding-dong-dong, like pearls falling onto a porcelain plate, the sound was clear and soft, coming from a uniquely shaped wooden pavilion. The buildings around it were burning fiercely, and there were sounds of shouting and killing on the river ahead. In this soft and pleasant melody, the pavilion was also ignited and began to collapse, but the performer did not stop;

In the melodious and charming singing, a woman wearing a strange long dress stood on the stage, singing with a moving expression. Below were humans sitting around different tables, drinking alcoholic beverages and enjoying the performance in the dim light. Outside this place, which was suspected to be a bar or dance hall, gunshots sounded like firecrackers. Citizens fell dead on the street one by one, and vicious soldiers rushed past, stabbing those still struggling with bayonets attached to their guns. In the distance, buildings were burning, and the firelight rushed toward the sky...

These sounds and images flooded into Lu Mi's head in the form of a torrent, causing bloodshot veins to bulge in his eyes and his head to feel abnormally swollen, as if it were about to explode, while his thoughts were thoroughly stirred into a paste.

Neither Fu Lan Ka nor Yu Jianna noticed Lu Mi's abnormality because they were going all out to deal with the Gardner Ma Ding in the mirror.

First, Fu Lan Ka pressed black flames toward the mirror smeared with the target's blood, successfully seeing the enemy, who was weak due to the eruption of desire, ignite with black flames, his spirit body suffering trauma.

Crack!

The Gardner in the mirror shattered, his figure outlined nearby, his eyes no longer dazed.

Just at this moment, Yu Jianna, who had been moving at high speed and turning from time to time to capture the target at the first opportunity, also laid flat the makeup mirror smeared with the Gardner's blood from the mirror and pressed the black flames she had been holding in her hand onto it.

The Gardner in the mirror was ignited again by the Witch's black flames and suffered a fatal curse again.

He shattered like a mirror again, his figure appearing beside the giant black pillar.

His right hand reached into his pocket, seemingly wanting to take out a mirror to cut off the connection between the source of the curse and himself using the method of substitution, combined with media such as fingernails, hair, and blood.

But at this time, Fu Lan Ka, who was also moving at high speed, leaned her body slightly backward, lifted the mirror in her palm, and made contact with her other hand, which was holding the "Torture" gauntlet and burning with black flames.

The Gardner in the mirror erupted with black flames from the inside out, having no chance at all to use the mirror magic to evade the curse.

Just like this, Fu Lan Ka and Yu Jianna rotated continuously, one advancing and one retreating, one cursing and one waiting, just like performing a duet that came with its own dance.

After another five or six curses, the Gardner in the mirror froze in front of a gray-white stone pillar, no longer shattering like a mirror.

He weakened rapidly in the silently burning black flames, nearly falling into a coma.

Seeing this, Fu Lan Ka dropped the "Torture" gauntlet, pulled out the "Artillery Gun," pulled back the hammer, and aimed at the target.

Bang!

The iron-black bullet penetrated the head of the Gardner in the mirror, lifting his skull and blowing his head to pieces.

The nearly headless body of the Gardner in the mirror swayed a few times and fell to the ground with a thud.

The corpse faded rapidly, leaving behind only a mirror fragment whose surface was nearly lusterless, as if painted with black pigment, appearing very strange.

On the other side, the observant Anthony Reid discovered Lu Mi's abnormality and ran toward him, attempting to "soothe" him, but no matter how this "Psychiatrist" tried, Lu Mi's face became increasingly distorted, the veins on his forehead bulging, as if he would explode at any moment.

"There's a situation here!" Seeing the Gardner in the mirror die from the corner of his eye, Anthony immediately notified Fu Lan Ka and Yu Jianna, hoping these two Witches would have a way to resolve Lu Mi's current abnormality.

But a moment later, that pitch-black mirror fragment shimmered with a faint light.

The surroundings suddenly became dim and transparent, and this world seemed to be instantly placed into a container composed of mirror surfaces.

Deep within the dark, shadowy "mirror container," something was angry, to the point that the air turned into substance and pressed in from different directions.

Although they saw nothing and heard nothing, Fu Lan Ka, Yu Jianna, and Anthony still felt intense fear, their bodies feeling as if they had been thrown into an ice cellar, instantly freezing stiff.

Suddenly, they vaguely heard a sigh, a sigh from a woman.

The giant black pillar not far away lit up with dim light, and the fine, snake-like black hair hidden in the void retracted one after another, building a barrier around this plaza and forming a giant sphere of black hair.

Fu Lan Ka and the others suddenly felt a trace of peace, no longer affected by fear in body and mind, and no longer frozen to the point where they couldn't even lift their hands.

At this time, in Lu Mi's mind, various sounds were still echoing, and various images were still presenting themselves, his reason gradually being eroded by madness.

Suddenly, he heard a sound.

It was a sigh from a man.

Then, he saw a face, a figure.

It was a man sitting cross-legged in a quiet room, wearing a high crown and a blue robe.

The man's face was like beautiful jade, but his eyes hid a sorrow and pain that could not be melted away, and his appearance was quite haggard.

He looked at Lu Mi, looked at those images, and picked up the brown short stick placed beside him, which was inlaid with white silk-like objects.

Amidst the sigh, all the other sounds Lu Mi heard and the other scenes he saw disappeared.

They turned into shrill screams, overlapping as if cursing.

Although Lu Mi could not understand what they were shouting, that word echoed in his mind in the form of the purest knowledge, allowing him to understand what it represented without needing to master the corresponding language.

Those sounds that converged into a torrent were screaming full of resentment and hatred:

"Celestial Master!"

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At the bottom of the deep valley quarry, the hall where the machinery was running wildly had already half-collapsed, and many members of the "Heart of Mechanics" had suffered injuries of varying degrees, consciously withdrawing from here to avoid affecting their teammates' battle.

The mechanical giant Claude suddenly stopped his movements, and countless overlapping roars echoed in his ears.

Amidst the roars, a sigh descended from a high place, triggering a wilderness whose specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

On the wilderness, countless figures wandered, looking at the sky from time to time and screaming.

Seeing such a change, Archbishop Horamick did not take the opportunity to deal with the mechanical giant Claude, but instead led the remaining few members of the "Heart of Mechanics" to quickly withdraw from this crumbling hall and withdraw from that illusory, blurred wilderness.

The mechanical giant Claude's prosthetic eyes, one like a ruby and one like an emerald, suddenly dimmed.

He seemed to have lost his intelligence, slowly turned his body, and stepped into that "wilderness" step by step, seemingly wanting to join those figures who wandered forever.

Walking halfway, the mechanical giant Claude turned his head amidst the sound of rotating gears and looked at Archbishop Horamick and the others.

A smile that was difficult to describe appeared on that face composed of metal parts.

The next second, the mechanical giant Claude withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

His figure gradually became illusory, and finally, he went deep into that wilderness and disappeared along with it.

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Deep in the Fourth Era Trier, beside that gray-white fog as thick as a wall.

The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" were outlined, their gazes simultaneously locking onto "Lady Moon," who had lost her veil and had a dazed expression.

This blessed one of the "Great Mother," the lady who gave birth to gods, stood in front of the gray fog, her shadow even scorched black.

Seeing this scene, both "Magician" and "Justice" were surprised.

Almost at the same time, the gray-white fog as thick as a wall expanded, just like a heart beating.

Immediately following, an aura that was high and above, overlooking all living beings, and making people want to submit, climbed rapidly, suppressing the sigh that had echoed earlier.

The gray-white fog in this area went mad accordingly, spreading in all directions once again, making the gray fog of the entire Fourth Era Trier even thicker.

"Him?"

"So it was Him?"

In the silent whispers of "Justice" and "Magician," because they were not the targeted objects, they were able to endure the corresponding negative effects and continue their own actions.

The dazed "Lady Moon" was instantly enveloped by brilliant starlight.

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On the wilderness, Snarna Einhorn and "Iron and Blood Cross Order" President Dister and other powerhouses once again restricted Vonda Solon, the angel who had lost control and become a Calamity Giant, but they themselves also suffered counterattacks and were retreating, unable to seize the opportunity.

Just at this moment, the gray fog shrouding the ruins of the Fourth Era Trier rolled violently, as if the entire city had come alive along with it.

The rolling gray fog instantly elongated into a long spear capable of shattering mountain peaks, flying toward the restricted Vonda Solon.

In an instant, this long spear composed of gray fog burned violently, turning purple and carrying an aura that was high and above, as if wanting to conquer everything.

Whether it was Snarna Einhorn, Dister and the others, or Vonda Solon, at this moment, they all seemed to see the city in the fog, their bodies and minds shocked, briefly daring not to resist.

The glorious purple flame long spear crossed a not-short distance and penetrated Vonda Solon, the Calamity Giant who had not yet recovered his ability to act, causing his chest to split open and pinning him to the wilderness.

The purple flames dissipated, and a figure stood up from a one-knee-crouching state.

He was wearing black armor stained with blood and had long red hair. He was young and handsome, but there was a rotting wound on each side of his cheeks that reached the bone, and a flag-like red mark bulged on his forehead, which was bright and dripping with freshness.

(End of chapter)