Chapter 492: Sounds

The strange sounds Lumian 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 Truth," but the sounds did not disappear:

Bang, bang, bang—it was as if two stones were colliding with each other. Lumian even intuitively "saw" sparks flying, saw withered leaves and branches being ignited, and surrounding this bonfire were piles of white bones, a deep, dark cave of unknown depth, and outside, shrill shrieks like the howling of wolves;

Thump, thump, thump—a leather drum was being beaten, and the sounds of various ancient musical instruments echoed in Lumian'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, walked along the steps, step by step, to the highest point of the altar. Around him, people with faces painted like evil ghosts were dancing a near-manic dance to the beat of the drums. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a face seemed to emerge from the low-hanging dark 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. Lumian's body and mind felt as if they had been 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 land, mighty and unstoppable, yet it was stained a murky yellow;

Ding-dong, ding-dong—the sound of pearls falling onto a porcelain plate was clear and gentle, 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 midst of a melodious and charming singing voice, 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 rang out 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 rifles. In the distance, buildings were burning, and the flames rushed toward the sky...

These sounds and images surged into Lumian's head like a torrent, causing bloodshot veins to bulge in his eyes. His head felt abnormally swollen, as if it were about to explode, and his thoughts were thoroughly stirred into a paste.

Neither Fors nor Jenna noticed Lumian's abnormality, because they were going all out to deal with the Gardner Martin in the mirror.

First, Fors pressed black flames toward the mirror smeared with the target's blood, successfully seeing the enemy, who was weakened by 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, Jenna, 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-in-the-mirror's blood 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 once more.

He shattered like a mirror again, his figure appearing beside the black giant 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 by using a substitute method, combining media such as fingernails, hair, and blood.

But at this moment, Fors, who was also moving at high speed, leaned her body slightly backward, lifted the mirror in her palm, and brought it into contact with her other hand, which was holding the "Torture" glove 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 escape the curse.

Just like that, Fors and Jenna 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, Fors dropped the "Torture" glove, pulled out the "Artillery Rifle," pulled back the hammer, and aimed at the target.

Bang!

The iron-black bullet pierced the Gardner-in-the-mirror's head, lifting his skull and blowing his head to pieces.

The Gardner-in-the-mirror's nearly headless body 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, Anthony Reid, who was skilled at observation, discovered Lumian's abnormality and ran over to him, attempting to "pacify" him. But no matter how this "Psychiatrist" tried, Lumian's face became increasingly distorted, the veins on his forehead bulging, as if he would explode at any moment.

"There's a situation here!" After seeing the Gardner in the mirror die from the corner of his eye, Anthony immediately notified Fors and Jenna, hoping that these two Witches would have a way to resolve Lumian'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 contained within a container made of mirrors.

Deep within the dim, dark, and 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, Fors, Jenna, and Anthony still felt intense fear. Their bodies felt 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 black giant 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 ball of black hair.

Fors and the others instantly felt a trace of peace, no longer having their bodies and minds affected by fear, nor being frozen to the point where they couldn't even lift their hands.

At this time, Lumian still had various sounds echoing in his mind, and various images 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.

That man's face was like beautiful jade, but his eyes hid a sorrow and pain so thick it could not be dissolved, and his appearance was quite haggard.

He looked at Lumian, looked at those images one by one, and picked up a brown short stick inlaid with white filamentous objects that had been placed beside him.

In the midst of the sigh, all the other sounds Lumian heard and the other scenes he saw disappeared.

They turned into shrill screams, overlapping, as if cursing.

Although Lumian 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 with 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. Many members of the "Heart of Machinery" had suffered injuries of varying degrees and consciously evacuated from here, so as not to affect 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 high above, triggering a wilderness whose specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

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

Seeing such a change, Archbishop Horamick did not take the opportunity to deal with the mechanical giant Claude, but instead led the remaining few "Heart of Machinery" members to quickly retreat from this crumbling hall, retreating from that illusory, blurry 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 walked step by step into that "wilderness," seemingly wanting to join those figures who wandered forever.

Halfway there, the mechanical giant Claude turned his head amidst the sound of gears turning and looked toward 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 Epoch Trier, beside that gray-white fog that was as thick as a wall.

The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" were outlined, their gazes simultaneously locked onto "Madam Moon," who had lost her veil and had a blank expression.

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

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

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

Immediately following, an aura that was high and above, looking down on 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 wild, spreading in all directions once again, making the gray fog throughout the Fourth Epoch Trier even thicker.

"Him?"

"So it was Him?"

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

The blank "Madam Moon" was instantly enveloped by brilliant starlight.

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On the wilderness, Snarner Einhorn and "Iron and Blood Cross Order" leader Dieter and other powerhouses once again restricted the angel Vermonda Sauron, 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 enveloping the Fourth Epoch Trier ruins 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 Vermonda Sauron.

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

Whether it was Snarner Einhorn, Dieter and the others, or Vermonda Sauron, at this moment, they all seemed to see the city in the fog, their bodies and minds shaken, briefly not daring to resist.

The glorious purple flame long spear crossed a not-insignificant distance, piercing through Vermonda Sauron, the Calamity Giant who had not yet recovered his ability to move, causing his chest to split open and pinning him to the wilderness.

The purple flames dispersed, and a figure stood up from a kneeling position.

He was wearing black armor stained with blood and had long red hair. He was young and handsome, but there was a wound on each side of his cheeks that was rotting to the bone, and a red mark like a banner stood out on his forehead, bright and dripping with blood.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 493 =====