The high white fog was thick, obscuring most of the light, leaving the entire dream ruins in an evening-like darkness.

Lumien stood up, looking at the blood-colored "mountain" as he moved his hands and feet to examine his own state.

Compared to the "Hunter", the "Provocateur" has a slight improvement in strength, reflexes, speed and agility, but not much.

Lumian feels that there are three main changes: first, his body is stronger, and his recovery ability seems to be much stronger; The second is that his spirituality has increased to a certain extent, for example, he can only maintain the possession state for three minutes, but now he can be increased to four minutes; The third is to acquire an extraordinary ability called "provocation".

It can bring about a permanent state change, and it must be actively stimulated to produce the desired effect.

The former refers to a qualitative change in Lumien's ability to perceive far beyond the average person, and can effectively detect which languages, behaviors, and things the target is more sensitive to, and where they are more likely to be provoked.

And once the "provocation" is actively used, it will be combined with abusive language and humiliating behavior, so that the target who can communicate will lose his mind.

The more targeted the abusive language and humiliating behavior, the better the effect of the "provocation", but even just a "shit" can make people angry to a certain extent.

For those who can't communicate, "Provocation" causes Lumian to exude feelings that they hate.

He didn't have time to hunt any more, he just wanted to explore the "walled" area around the blood-colored "peaks" and unravel the secrets of the dream ruins.

In comparison, he was more pleased with the spiritual uplift and the strength of his body, at least he could go deeper into the dark area that would make people sleep in the past.

With the boost brought by the "potion", Lumian raised his hand and pinched his temples on both sides. This time, he turned on the "Vision" very smoothly.

He finally had the easy action of turning on and off the "Vision".

Without any delay, after calming down, Lumian changed his clothes, took on the "Fallen Mercury", an iron-black axe, and a cloth bag for cheese biscuits, and carried his shotgun out of the half-ground-level two-story building, and walked through the wilderness into the ruins in the pale gray mist that permeated the area.

He followed a familiar route, skirting areas where monsters might be present, step by step.

Diving deeper into the place where he had encountered the three-faced monster earlier, Lumian began to dance, half-inspiring the black thorn symbol.

Relying on this "amulet", he traversed the increasingly dangerous environment and scared away several terrifying monsters.

Finally, he came to the thorny "wall" of various houses.

After thinking for a few seconds, Lumian chose the direction. He was going to go to the area where it seemed to be covered in darkness and he wanted to sleep as soon as he entered.

His instincts told him that there was a high probability that there was something quite important behind the high wall of twisted trees, but that the place that seemed to be coming at night was more likely to harbor the secrets of the dream ruins.

After all, "night", "sleep" and "dream" are words that are often linked.

After a while, Lumian, who had danced another sacrificial dance, arrived at a place that was noticeably much darker than the surroundings.

He exhaled slowly and stepped firmly in.

Almost instantly, Lumien seemed to go from a foggy day to a cloudy evening, with many things all that remained in silhouette.

He took the "depraved mercury" and yawned as he went.

"Can't sleep, can't sleep!" Lumian forced his way and continued to move on.

On the way, he didn't forget to observe the messy rooms on the "city walls", but he failed to find anything that hid the secrets of the dream ruins.

As for the gold coins and other things, he couldn't care about them now.

After walking dozens of meters and going deep into this place, Lumian's eyes were opened with perseverance, and a strong sense of sleepiness filled his mind.

He thought for a moment and decided to get out of the way, exploring behind the wooden walls first, and then entering the area where people wanted to sleep from the other direction.

That would likely help him explore places that are currently out of reach.

Lumian turned around and took a few steps back, but the drowsiness didn't subside, but worsened as time went on.

Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore, closed his eyes, and slowly collapsed.

His vision was dark again. Lumian's abdomen suddenly ached, and he couldn't help but curl up and open his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eye was the splendid fresco, the arc-shaped vault, then the seemingly serious nose of the parish priest, and the face of the parish priest. Bennet's right fist retracted with a sinister smile.

I was caught coming to church? Lumian was no stranger to the scene above, and instinctively looked around.

He saw Raymond's father, Pierre. Clegg, saw Ava's father, Guillaume. Lizier, saw the neighbor Louis. Bedek, saw almost all the villagers.

He also saw that the altar had become unrecognizable, and that instead of sunflowers, there were lilacs, tulips, and other things that symbolized the secret existence of the Being.

The Sun Emblem behind the altar had disappeared, and in its place was an unusually twisted ring of thorns that seemed to have a black liquid flowing.

As soon as he saw the familiar symbol, Lumian felt a little dizzy, and his chest was slightly hot.

He was well aware that this was a manifestation of a slight irritation of pollution in his body that failed to permeate the blue-black symbol.

The parish priest just changed the church into the altar of the secret existence? Saint-Seth was so wronged...... Lumien suspected that Valentine would go berserk if he saw this.

Firmly tied, he looked around again and found that the stained glass and the frescoes depicting the greatness of the "Eternal Sun" and the preaching of Saint-Sith were still untouched.

It seems that the renovation was done in a hurry......

Lumien probably figured out what was going on in the church.

At this time, the villagers are very quiet, so quiet that they are like wax statues.

The parish priest observed Lumien's performance for a moment, and turned his head to Pons. Bennet said, "How can you keep him asleep?" “

Take him back to church, and you should wake him up, no matter what you do!

"I see."

Ponce. Bennet looked at the parish priest with an unusually humble look, as if this was the god he presided over his beliefs.

Lumian leaned against a pillar and looked up at Guillaume. Bennet, opening his mouth and asking, "What about Aurel?" The priest smiled, "You'll find out later." ”

"What about the three outlanders?"

Lumian's thoughts raced, thinking of a way out of the predicament, and he searched for a topic.

However, you don't expect them to come to save you and Aurel tonight, with my understanding of the authorities, they will choose to delay in anything, take a look, and wait until the situation is determined before acting, sometimes, they would rather not do it than do it wrong, and this is how I have been delayed by them for more than ten years.

He knew that on the premise of not being sure what the cultists were doing to capture him and Aurore, Ryan and the others would not take drastic actions for the time being, such as touching the cycle by leaving the village of Cordu, and they also wanted to wait for the arrival of the twelfth night to see what had created the problem here, so as to lay a solid foundation for getting out of the predicament in the future.

"Huh? Lumian was a little dazed.

Guillaume. Bennet was in a good mood and patiently explained: "I am going to bring forward the ceremony on April 9 to tonight, and the three strangers will not have a chance to make trouble. ”

At this time, the parish priest Guillaume. Ben inside head to Pons. Bene said: "Before sending him to the altar, you must watch him and not let him sleep."

I allow you to use any method you want, as long as you don't kill him. "Pons. Bennet asked expectantly, "What happens if you die?" ”

"We'll die together!"

The parish priest glared at the brainless brother.

Send me to the altar and start that ritual again? Does that blue-black symbol on my body work again? Lumian listened to the conversation between the Bennet brothers and calmed down a little. The parish priest turned his gaze back, looked at Lumian's face, leaned down and said, "Don't worry, you are not a container, we have a better choice." ”

A better option?

Taken aback, Lumi followed the parish priest's gaze as he began to move, looking at the original altar.

Aurel appeared there at some point, she had changed into a simple white robe, her blond hair was draped unadorned, and her light blue eyes were hollow.

"Auror!" Lumian shouted.

Aurel was like a statue and did not respond.

The priest smiled and nodded, "Yes, your sister is the better vessel." “

Your role in the ritual is to help us advance the date so that we don't have to wait for that particular moment to change our constellations.

Lumian listened with fear and confusion: Why can I help you advance the ceremony of the twelfth night? The parish priest leaned down again, looked into his eyes, and smiled expectantly:

"For the vast majority of the gifts we pray for are within you."

What? How does he know? Lumien's pupils dilated instantly, wanting to see Guillaume more clearly. Bene's face.

Priest Guillaume. Bene moved his head forward, leaned into Lumian's ear, and chuckled, "You don't think you're the only one and Pualis who can keep memories in the loop, do you?" ”

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