As soon as Lumian was sure of the situation, he immediately turned and ran.

The environment here is unusable, and he lacks understanding of what abilities the "blacksmith" monster has, what else can he do if he doesn't run?

Wait until you escape to the nearest natural trap and the other party is in hot pursuit, and then consider counterattacking.

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Lumian didn't go straight, he ran out of an "S" shape like a snake.

He was worried that the other party would predict his trajectory, throw a fireball or throw a ranged weapon.

In the past, Lumian could run in curves, but at certain moments he needed to reduce his speed and inertia, otherwise he would either be physically unable to bear it or he would likely fall.

But now it is different, he is extremely flexible, far beyond normal humans, and his muscles and ligaments pull his body quite easily and turn in a small half circle, and the arc is quite silky.

Relying on this hand, he felt that as long as the "blacksmith" monster did not have special abilities, he should be able to get out of the "city wall" area smoothly

domain, entering the ruins of buildings only seven or eight meters away.

Suddenly, his heart tightened, and he had a strong premonition of danger.

Without much thought and analysis, Lumian followed the momentum of the run and fell forward.

With a stabbing sound, there was a pain in his back, and he was cut by the evil silver-black short knife, and bright red blood flowed out.

The "blacksmith" monster chased after Lumian in just one step, and swung his weapon in his hand.

It seems to condense the distance of a dozen steps into less than one step!

Lumian endured the pain and rolled twice before finally touching the edge of a half-collapsed building.

With his hands propped up, he swooped in, and ran out the back door under the cover of the walls and furniture inside.

Back in this area, he was like a tiger in the mountains, followed the fish into the river, and skillfully walked through the ruined buildings, sometimes bypassing, sometimes going straight.

In ten seconds, he came to a natural trap that he had observed, hid his body behind the roof that had slid to the ground, and waited for the "blacksmith" monster to come.

He didn't try to dance that part of the ritual dance, because he felt that it should be too late, and the other party obviously had some kind of unique chasing ability.

As the minutes ticked by, Lumian did not see the figure of the "blacksmith" monster, nor did he hear any sound approaching, nor did he notice any inconspicuous footprints around him.

"Didn't chase you?" Lumian couldn't help but frown.

He was both glad and found the situation a little weird.

After thinking for a while, he guessed that the "blacksmith" monster could not leave the "city wall" area, so as soon as he entered the ruins of the building, the other party gave up the pursuit.

Considering that he had already suffered two traumas and was exhausted, Lumian decided not to explore any further.

With terrifying flexibility, he tended to the wound on his back and walked the path he had come from towards the edge of the ruins.

After walking for a long time, he looked at the familiar collapsed buildings around him, and suddenly felt that something was wrong:

"It's all over, it's time for dinner, the ruins of the dream realm, and it's not particularly big, it's a straight line, in the case, why haven't I gone out yet?"

The more Lumian thought about it, the more wrong it became, and he even found that his thoughts began to dull and become intermittent, as if he was in a state of extreme exhaustion, or was about to fall asleep.

He hurriedly folded his spirits, relying on the ability of the "hunter" to discern the way, hoping to get out of the ruins as soon as possible.

However, in the process of walking, he was in an uncontrollable trance from time to time, so that in the end he didn't know what he was doing.

I don't know how long it took, but Lumian's eyes reflected a flickering orange fire.

He returned to the "city walls" area, back to the outside of the room where the "blacksmith" monster was.

"Not good....

"I am, affected by it?

"No wonder it, no, catch-up.....

"It seems that there is no way to force it, to leave, only, from, that, the monster, find a way to ....."

Lumian's thoughts grew dull and sluggish.

He approached the room uncontrollably as he struggled to perform a mysterious ritual dance.

Since he has to deal with the "blacksmith" monster, his biggest reliance is the black thorn symbol on his chest, which must be activated quickly!

In a sonorous but staccato movement, Lumian saw the orange glow of the door open, and the monster in black robes holding a silver and black short knife and hammer appeared in the doorway.

Unlike before, the signs of decay on its face had disappeared considerably, and many fresh flesh had grown from the bone-staining wounds everywhere.

Its eyes lit up, and it looked at Lumian with a greed and smile that could not be concealed.

This makes "it" look more like a human being than a living corpse.

At the same time, Lumian saw his face pale and white, his eyes glazed with glazed eyes, and some of his skin showing signs of decay.

He's more of a living corpse than a human being.

In an instant, Lumian had an insight:

"I will, replace, that 'monster', it will, as a human being, go out and ....."

Lumian, who didn't know what kind of ability he was affected by or when he encountered the anomaly, had only one thought left, that is, after dancing the sacrificial dance, he half-activated the black thorn symbol on his chest, and finally spelled it.

He began to dance slowly but firmly, but the "blacksmith" monster did not take the opportunity to attack, as if patiently waiting for the final outcome, fearing that the additional actions would affect his own fate.

Inch by inch, dancing one by one, Lumian's vision became more and more blurred, only knowing that the smile of the "blacksmith" monster was getting thicker and thicker, and the whole was becoming more and more human-like.

After another distance, Lumian "buzzed" in his head.

He heard a terrifying voice that seemed to come from infinity and seemed to be close at hand.

It's not clear enough, it's very illusory, it just makes his mind appear a certain amount of confusion, and it doesn't bring about a near-death experience.

In this chaos, Lumien's thoughts suddenly became clear, and his vision returned to normal.

He felt the burning in his chest, and knew that the black thorn symbol was half-activated.

Almost at the same time, he saw the smile on the "blacksmith" monster's face stiffen.

One sarcoma after another protruded from the monster's face, on the top of its head, and on the back of its hands, all of which were silver-white and slightly blackened.

The evil dagger in its hand buzzed and vibrated as if it were trembling violently.

Syllable!

With the crisp sound of metal, a deep crack appeared on the surface of the silver-black short knife engraved with evil patterns.

The "blacksmith" monster then collapsed, turning into a ground full of silver-white black sarcomas and twisted worms crawling on black robes.

The worms and sarcomas soon stopped expanding and contracting, and returned to clumps of gray flesh.

Lumian watched this scene in a daze, feeling a psychedelic feeling that when he was caught by the enemy and had no ability to resist, the enemy suddenly committed suicide.

After more than ten seconds, he said to the piece of flesh and blood with amusement and confusion:

"You brought me here just so that I could give you a farewell ceremony for your body?

"You said it earlier, don't be so troublesome, I will definitely cheer and applaud!"

He took a few steps to the piece of flesh that the "blacksmith" monster had disintegrated and examined it seriously.

He didn't notice anything else, only that the silver-black short knife, which had been cracked slightly, was still trembling, like a small animal that had been injured by a natural predator.

Lumi looked down at his left chest with a sigh of relief, as if he saw the black thorn symbol through his clothes.

He came to his senses, and directly reached out his right hand and grabbed the silver-black short knife.

The evil short knife trembled even more, but there was no sign of struggle or resistance, and it was very "tame".

As soon as he grasped the short knife, the burning in Lumian's chest became more noticeable.

He felt something leak out, resonating with the silver-black dagger.

In the sound of "humming" metal vibration, Lumian had some more knowledge in his mind, about the evil short knife in his hand:

This is an extraordinary weapon that has been heavily tainted to gain power and some of its living properties.

In other words, it is not the "blacksmith" monster that Lumian encounters, but the evil short knife, the "blacksmith" monster belongs to its puppet, or "knife bearer".

It allows most of the creatures that touch it directly with flesh and blood to gradually become living corpses, completely losing themselves, holding on to it and doing things according to its will.

And those who are scratched by it and shed blood will be hunted away by it in exchange.

In the process of exchanging those fates, no more damage can be inflicted on the target.

Just now, it was the fate of the "blacksmith" monster becoming a puppet in exchange for the fate of Lumian to escape the wilderness as a human.

If there is nothing to exchange, the target needs to be killed completely in order to be stripped of a part of his fate and stored in the knife. ”

This ability is derived from the corresponding sequence 5 of "Dancer", "Fortune Hunter"!

Therefore, after the contamination in Lumian's body was semi-excited, it resonated with this evil short knife through the touch of flesh and blood, and seeped out a little knowledge.

If this is not the case, he can only ask someone to use divination, pattern identification and other methods to master the ability and characteristics of this silver-black short knife, or rely on his own experiments to collect information.

After combing through the extra knowledge in his mind, Lumian looked at the evil short knife that was still trembling in his hand, and laughed.

"I don't mind if you take part of my fate, but you have to bear it!

"If you can swap my fate trapped in a time loop, I'll kneel down and kowtow to you three times.

"Tsk, hunting for any fate will only harm you!"

The silver-black dagger just trembled, not daring to respond.

Lumian now understands why "it" is so well-behaved:

The first is the suppression of the person from the semi-excited state of the black thorn symbol, and the second is that the encounter just now left a psychological shadow on this extraordinary weapon with living characteristics.

Spit out, Lumian said to the evil dagger:

"From today onwards, you will be called the 'Hunting Knife', how about it, simple and clear, right?"

The silver-black short knife shook up and down twice, as if nodding.

"It's a pity, you're just an extraordinary weapon, your strength will gradually fade, you can still use it for two years, but this time you can only last for half a year after being severely injured by your eyes." Lumian said with some regret.

In fact, he could use the ritual to extract power from the pollution in his body to replenish the "Life Hunter Knife", but only if he could find someone to repair the crack.