Chapter 531: Irrational (Thanks to Zhu Zhu Junyu for the Silver Alliance donation)

The powder that Burman's raised hands sprinkled glowed with fluorescence.

This made his body become increasingly faint and increasingly transparent, as if he had become a creature from the Spirit Realm that normal people could hardly see.

Just in the blink of an eye, the "Devil Warlock" disappeared from where he was.

Lumian didn't try to stop him, nor did he avoid possible attacks. He unhurriedly took out the "Torture" gloves with iron-black spikes from the "Traveler's Bag" and put them on his hands.

Just after completing this, he suddenly squatted down on one knee and pressed his hands to the ground.

Crimson flames spread from Lumian's body in all directions, interspersed with a large number of explosions.

In the rumbling sound, fire waves rolled, ruling this desolate land of strong winds with gray-black as the main color. Burman's figure in a black robe and hood was revealed in mid-air.

He was slowly flying toward Lumian, closing the distance between the two sides.

Lumian's figure suddenly disappeared, outlined behind Burman.

"Spirit World Travel"!

Immediately after, Lumian, holding a crimson-near-white fireball in his left hand, hummed.

Two white rays of light sprayed from his nose and fell on Burman's body.

Burman, floating in mid-air, didn't fall into a deep coma like last time. His body swayed, and he forcibly turned around, looking at Lumian who was falling toward the sea of fire on the ground.

Between his eyebrows, that deep purple-near-black illusory vertical eye stood out, reflecting Lumian's figure among the pale patterns.

Almost at the same time, a thin and tall black shadow precipitated from inside Burman's body, and not far away, arms made of white bones or rotting and flowing pus reached out from the void, surrounding Burman's transparent and thin figure.

He used witchcraft just now, not to approach Lumian secretly and attack the other party, but to quietly exchange his own spirit with the undead he drove, in order to set a trap and induce the enemy to use that peculiar spell to attack his own body.

In this situation, the absence of the spirit body itself meant that he would not be affected by abilities targeting the spiritual body!

Then, Burman could seize the opportunity to use the "Spirit-Peering Eye" to shock the enemy and create opportunities for the undead he drove.

This time, he would not deeply spy on the secrets of the opponent's spirit body again, wanting to find weaknesses, kill with one blow, and absorb corresponding mystical knowledge!

Having suffered a big loss from the "Hum-Ha Technique" last night, he had taken this ability as a breakthrough point from the beginning.

In an instant, Burman's spirit completed the exchange with the thin and tall black shadow again and returned to his body.

Accompanied by this behavior, Lumian again had that feeling of his spirit being shocked, suppressed, and frozen, and around his body, terrifying arms with rotting meat tumors or eyes reached out from the void, grabbing toward his body.

Just at this time, the crimson-near-white fireball held in Lumian's left hand exploded.

Boom!

Most of the power of the explosion was blocked by the "Torture" gloves, but this was not a full-coverage glove, and the part of Lumian's left palm exposed outside was instantly bloody.

The intense, familiar pain pierced into his brain and his spirit body, allowing him to briefly recover from the shock caused by the suppression.

Seizing this moment of clarity, Lumian again activated the black mark on his right shoulder and disappeared above the sea of fire, disappearing among those strange-looking undead arms reaching out from the void.

He was also guarding against the shock of Burman's illusory eye.

The crimson-near-white fireball held in his left hand belonged to the kind with a very unstable structure, which he had to maintain with distraction at all times to keep in a normal state. When he suffered the influence of the illusory eye and was unable to maintain it, the structure naturally disintegrated, and the fireball exploded, using self-harm to wake himself up.

If this still failed to interrupt the shock of the "Illusory Eye," the sea of fire below was Lumian's second preparation, and the residual aura of the "Blood Emperor" on his right hand belonged to the final insurance.

Lumian's figure had just disappeared when it was outlined behind Burman again.

Burman seemed to have been prepared, and his hands suddenly swung backward, sprinkling some powder like ground wood.

In the crackling sound, clusters of silvery-white electric light fell on Lumian's head, just like the master of the storm descending divine punishment again and again from the sky.

For most Beyonders, this was an attack sufficient to make them numb and tremble, but Lumian's figure didn't show similar signs, instead shattering like a reflection in the water under the ravages of the lightning.

The real Lumian was actually curled up at the bottom of the figure; the lightning Burman struck just now was an illusion he created using the "Face of Nisse"!

"Face of Nisse" was essentially an illusion, but it couldn't be used on others or other items; it had to be based on himself. Thus, Lumian pretended that he was the root system, and the branches and flowers above belonged to the derived illusion.

This was no different in essence from using the "Face of Nisse" to make himself look taller and stronger.

In the crackling electric light, Lumian, who was falling, condensed two crimson fireballs at his feet and back.

Rumbling!

The fireballs exploded, lifting him up and throwing him toward the floating Burman.

The other party was extremely fast, and the distance between them was close, so Burman couldn't dodge in time and could only tilt his body slightly, growing a spear made of white bones from his shoulder, the tip of which was extremely sharp.

A smile appeared on Lumian's face. He didn't dodge or evade, letting that white bone spear pierce his right chest.

With a puff, he swung his left fist and hit Burman's side face heavily, hitting the "Devil Warlock" so his head tilted, and deep, bloody, pus-flowing holes appeared on his face, hitting the other party so that anger surged in his eyes, as if he saw the enemy who killed his wife!

The black mark on Lumian's right shoulder lit up with ghostly light again.

His figure disappeared beside Burman, disappeared among the thin and tall black shadows and other undead creatures that gathered around, leaving only that white bone spear stained with his blood but burning fiercely.

This time, the place where Lumian appeared was dozens of meters away, at the edge of that sea of fire.

His wound on his right chest was hideous, blood dripping, and he already had a blackened bone flute with dark red holes in his hand.

"Movement of Hatred"!

Lumian put the bone flute to his lips and, while retreating, blew out a sad and melodious melody.

Burman, who was turning his illusory eye and about to chase, froze, and the undead creatures he drove also became stiff.

Suddenly, blood and pus flowed from Burman's eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and other places, and a dull and invisible explosion seemed to be happening inside his body.

His anger, paranoia, and desire for revenge were detonated by the "Movement of Hatred."

This caused him to suffer heavy damage.

Lumian didn't blow the "Movement of Hatred" at the beginning because Burman was different from other Beyonders. Others had to find where the problem was, but he had too many problems:

His mental state was very unstable; his psychological problems were extremely serious; his desire to resurrect his wife and take revenge on that Archipelago scammer were both seriously excessive; his body had been transformed by the "Death" domain, and he had suffered serious injuries under Lumian's attack last night, which had no small hidden dangers...

Facing such an enemy, Lumian himself didn't know what kind of things would happen if he blew the "Movement of Hatred" in the way of blowing a shepherd's flute. If it only detonated desires and emotions, that would be fine, but if Burman's mental state lost even the most basic constraints, then this "Devil Warlock" would likely lose control on the spot and become a monster with mixed abilities.

Such a monster would likely be harder to deal with than Burman!

Therefore, Lumian didn't use the "Hum-Ha Technique" to achieve results, and immediately turned to use the "Torture" gloves to ignite Burman's corresponding desires and emotions. In this way, when using the "Movement of Hatred" later, it would likely detonate the target's emotions and desires, causing him to suffer heavy damage.

Watching Burman, who was in a state of emotional and desire explosion, falling straight into the sea of fire, Lumian used another "Spirit World Travel," flashing in front of the other party.

Bang, bang, bang!

He spread his arms and bombarded continuously, hitting Burman's body again and again.

On the surface of his fists wearing "Torture," crimson-near-white fireballs were compressing layer by layer.

Bang, bang, bang, "Torture" was like a two-headed python, continuously tearing pieces of flesh and blood from Burman's body surface.

Rumbling!

Around Lumian, clusters of crimson fireballs exploded in a posture of not fearing waste, blocking the thin and tall black shadows, strange arms, and other undead outside, not letting them interfere with himself.

One punch, two punches, three punches, his eyes were full of the bloody Burman.

At this moment, he thought of the villages destroyed by Burman, thought of those innocent people who died because of him.

How many of them were someone else's beloved wife, waiting husband, dependent parents, and children held in the palm of the hand?

Cordu Village was destroyed because of the ambitions of evil gods, and what were those innocent people for?

Lumian's eyes gradually turned crimson, and his swinging fists became more and more forceful.

This time, he didn't substitute himself into Burman, but substituted himself into the villages destroyed by him and those innocent people killed by him.

Wasn't the Cordu Village of that time just like this?

The ambitions of those evil gods were the culprits!

Just a few seconds later, Burman, in severe pain, woke up, and a strange, cold, and incomprehensible sound came from his throat.

This sound seemed to strip Lumian's flesh and blood completely, exposing his spirit body to the dangerous sunlight and gray-black gravel.

Lumian's movements slowed down, and those strange-looking arms finally reached in, dragging Burman away from this area.

Hu... Lumian exhaled and recovered.

He didn't chase, looked quietly at the void in front, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers with a pop.

Rumbling!

In the intense firelight that suddenly appeared, Burman's body emerged, falling apart in the explosion inside.

"Fire Injection"!

"Hunter's" "Fire Injection"!

Lumian actually wasn't rational just now. His best choice should have been to take advantage of Burman's emotions and desires being detonated and directly use the "Movement of Hatred" to attack his vital points and kill him with one blow, but he wanted to beat him, beat him punch by punch, beat that "self" hidden in the dark corners of his heart that made him afraid!

Plop, Burman's head fell to the ground.

In a daze, he saw a slender figure, black hair and blue eyes, with a delicate face.

That was his wife, Helen.

You, you're back? Burman couldn't help but smile, wanting to stretch out his arms.

He no longer had arms.

He gradually lost consciousness, his eyes were pitch black, and there seemed to be sunlight hidden in the depths.

"Devil Warlock" Burman, dead.

PS: Thanks to friend Zhu Zhu Junyu for the Silver Alliance donation~

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