Lumien sat on the ground, panting for breath, struggling to move even a finger.

He watched silently as the clusters of crimson flames on the ground around him shook in the wind, gradually turning from blazing to dim until they were extinguished.

In this process, Lumian only leaned forward and picked up the "Fallen Mercury" with his left hand, still holding the iron-black axe in his right hand, in case of possible accidents.

He was undistracted and unusually vigilant.

Of course, he couldn't help but secretly pray to the "Eternal Sun" to the great being who didn't know the name, hoping that they would protect him from any accidents in the future.

After all, with his current state, not to mention that the flame monster was not completely dead, and suddenly resurrected, just an ordinary enemy similar to a skinless monster would have a high probability of being able to solve him.

As time passed, Lumien's spiritual and physical strength slowly recovered a little, but the injuries on his body became more serious, so that his spirit occasionally appeared in a trance and could not concentrate all the time:

"Hunters must not only be careful, cautious, calm, patient, know how to use the environment and play to their strengths, but also have courage.

"The courage to face unexpected situations, the courage to never give up when there is a great crisis, the courage to make up your mind when there is no way back, the courage to seek a way to survive in the face of death..."

These thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, and while he couldn't help but be distracted, he suddenly had the feeling that the "hunter" potion in his body had been completely digested:

It was as if some barrier had been completely broken, like a little bit of spark had been combined with every part of the body.

Most of the remaining signs of loss of control disappeared for the Lumian, and his condition instantly improved a lot.

He got up slowly and said with a silent sigh:

"It was indeed digested"

This means that he is ready to take the next potion.

Holding a silver-black dagger wrapped around his left hand, Lumien looked around, staring at the corpse of the flame monster from time to time, patiently waiting for the extraordinary properties to precipitate.

Unlike the shotgun monster, which quickly changed accordingly, Lumian waited for a full half an hour this time, until he wondered if the flame monster was not dead and wondered if he should make up for a few more hits.

Finally, as he fainted from his injuries, a little crimson spark-like light flew out of the monster's body.

Like a swarm of fireflies, they tightly encircled the corpse, then slowly shrank inward, condensing into a red object that resembled a heart.

The "heart" slowly expanded and contracted, and its surface was covered with dense holes, each of which had a faint flame spewing outward.

"This is the main ingredient for the 'Pyroman' potion?" Lumian whispered as he leaned down to pick it up.

The burning sensation passed from his palm to his mind, making him subconsciously want to throw away the "heart" and get rid of the corresponding pain.

Fortunately, Lumian had been burned by the flame monster before and his skin was paralyzed in many places, and he could barely withstand this not a serious injury.

He tried to wrap the "heart" in strips of cloth, but the strips of cloth gradually burned and turned to ashes.

Lumian thought for a moment, put the extraordinary material on the ground, wrapped the remnants of black cloth in the "Fallen Mercury", and inserted it back into his waist.

Then he opened the cloth bag containing the buckshot, took out what little was left inside, and put it in his coat pocket.

Immediately afterward, Lumien digs through the surrounding dirt and fills it into a cloth bag.

Only when the dirt was half a cloth bag did he pick up the "heart" with a tiny flame and throw it in. 26

That wasn't the end of the story, and Lumian continued to stuff the bag with dirt until the "heart" was filled with the non-flammable brown material, layer upon layer.

He then exhaled, and as he walked towards the edge of the ruins with his sack, he pondered a question he had just discovered:

"I only have sequence 9, and this is the main material for the corresponding sequence 7 'Pyromant', so I can't just go up to sequence 7, right?

"It's going to get out of hand!

"I was expecting that the Flame Monster would produce a 'Pyromantician' trait, a Provocateur' trait, and a 'Hunter' trait, and the result was a mixed ......"

Not knowing what to do, Lumian staggered back slightly.

Along the way, he was extremely lucky, he didn't encounter a single monster, otherwise with his current state, things would be quite troublesome and tricky, and the only thing he hoped before was to rely on his strong observation ability and sensitive senses to detect danger in advance, and do a good job of hiding and avoiding it.

It didn't take long for Lumian to emerge from the ruins of his dreams, through the weed-free wilderness, and back to his half-ground-level two-story building.

He climbed up to the second floor with difficulty, took off the "depraved mercury", the cloth bag containing the main material of the "arsonist", and the iron-black axe, put them on the bedside table, or threw them on the floor, and then walked to the full-length mirror embedded in the surface of the wardrobe on his own.

Lumian saw that his face in the mirror was unusually pale, with many traces of flames, and there were silver-black patches of skin on his body.

In his blue eyes, the illusory silver and white are faintly highlighted, and they are self-entwined and dyed black.

It's the outward sign of being seriously injured and almost out of control.

If it weren't for the strong "home field advantage" in this dream ruin, if it weren't for the "Fallen Mercury" and the "stealth" ability, Lumian would have almost no hope of hunting down the flame monster.

He chewed on jerky and cheese and lay down on the bed while battling the intense hunger left by his possession.

He urgently needed to return to reality and rest for a while to help his body heal quickly.

The light shined through the curtains and into the bedroom, outlining Aurore's desk with many references, reading notes, and stacks of manuscripts, and a wardrobe full of skirts and delicate full-length mirrors beside it.

As soon as Lumian opened his eyes, he saw his sister's light blue eyes.

Aurel watched him wake up and asked with concern:1

"How's it going, it's okay?"

She knew that her brother had gone to the Dream Ruins to hunt the Flame Monster this time.

"It worked." Lumian groped to sit up, only to feel that his head was empty, his skin tingled, and his bones seemed to break.

But it was nothing compared to the severe pain that had brought him to death in his dreams.

He looked down and examined his body, and found that his skin was red and swollen in many places, as if he was allergic.

"That's good......," said Auror, breathing a sigh of relief, "you woke me up with convulsions and hands and feet almost an hour ago." ”

Lumian laughed at himself and said:

"It was really dangerous at that time, and it almost got out of control."

"I was hesitant to wake you up, but you quickly quieted down and acted less intimidating." Oroel said with some rejoicing.

Lumi's head moved:

"And then you just keep looking at me?"

"That's right." Aurore nodded calmly, "As soon as something happens, I have to quickly shake you awake so that you can return to reality and not die in a dream." ”

Lumian suddenly felt that the hardships, pains, struggles, and fear of almost dying in his dreams were washed away and drowned out by the warm current that surged from the bottom of his heart at this moment.

He subconsciously asked:

"You weren't kicked awake by me, you haven't slept all along, have you?"

Aurore smiled and said:1

"I originally planned to do so, but I don't know how long you want to squat that monster, and I've just finished the night, if I don't make up for a while, I will definitely be in a trance in the second half of the year, but it is easy to make mistakes, and I don't have time to wake you up.

"So, I finally decided to put my hand on you while I took the time to get some sleep.

"In this way, as soon as you make any movement, I can sense it and wake up quickly, hehe, I was indeed kicked by you!"

As she spoke, she pointed to her right calf, where there was a visible bruise.

Without giving Lumian a chance to respond, she asked instead:

"Let's talk about the process."

Lumian suppressed his voice and told him how he set the trap, how he set the trap in the middle of the road, how he was set on fire, how he could not hide his clothes, and had to flee into the basement to fully activate the black thorn symbol by meditating.

Aurel listened attentively, and from time to time showed a worried expression about her brother's dangerous situation, and at first glance she was the kind of person who was particularly easy to substitute for when reading.

At the end of the talk, Lumien asked the question:

"How do you separate the 'provocateur' from the extraordinary characteristics of the 'arsonist'?"

Moreover, he didn't know where to go to get the potion recipe.

Aurel muttered for a few seconds and said:

"I don't know how to separate, I've just heard people mention that a similar situation may have to ask for the help of a high-ranking extraordinary."

"Demigods?" Lumien guessed.

There are only three people he knows now, perhaps who have reached Sequence 4:

The mysterious lady, the lady of Pualis, and the one lying in the coffin of the burial chamber.

Aurel nodded:

"Yes, actually, you don't have to worry, I suspect that the mysterious lady will come to you soon to provide some help, she always appears at the critical juncture of your growth, and this time should be no exception, after all, the cycle has not been lifted, and the secret of the dream ruins has not been solved."

"Looking for her at the old tavern?" Lumian frowned.

Their agreement with Ryan and the others was to try not to go out.

Aurel snorted:

"Wait a minute, she might come to the door."

Speaking of which, Aurel sighed and said, "Bag."

"For normal and extraordinary people, potion formulas are not a big problem, but you are different, you have a seal of contamination in your body, and the slightest problem may get out of control, or do you need to be complete and correct? Provocateur's potion recipe. ”

"Why don't normal extraordinaries need potion formulas?" Lumian was a little surprised.

Aurore explains:

"It's not that you don't need it, but below sequence 7, you can be promoted by forcibly ingesting the main material."

"Isn't this going to get out of hand?" Lumian asked in amazement.

Aurel gave an "um" sound:

"In previous years, this would have gotten out of control, but in recent years, the extraordinary properties of Sequences 9 and 8 have indeed been used directly, but they are about twenty or thirty percent more dangerous than blending into potions.

"Well, that's the conclusion of an investigation done by our president, Gandalf."

Why? Lumian was about to ask when a familiar singing voice came from outside the house.

The sister and brother immediately glanced at each other, and their expressions became solemn.

Lent has begun, and the "spring elves" have come to this end.