Plop, plop!

Lumian's ears rang with the sound of his own heartbeat, and it was as if some images were being dragged out slowly and with difficulty in the depths of his memory.

This made him feel like his head was about to crack and he resisted and didn't want to continue.

Outside the stained glass, seeing that the ceremony had begun, Ryan no longer hesitated, and threw the "Tanago Scarecrow" to Ilia, motioning for her to use the seal against the parish priest, and he himself raised the "Sword of Dawn". One

Illuminated by the golden flames, Ria and Valentine circled around the stained-glass side, separated from Ryan by a half-protruding cylindrical wall.

They were doing this to avoid the damage caused by the Storm of Light and not affect their own actions, and with the defensive ability that this Church of St. Sith had just shown, they thought that there should be no problem if there was a certain barrier between the two sides, after all, Ryan would also try his best to control the direction of the attack.

Holding the "Tanago Scarecrow" from her back, she attached it to the stained glass depicting the scene of the mission of Saint-Sisse, and looked in the direction of the altar, aiming at the parish priest Guillaume and Bené, who were presiding over the ceremony.

On the other side, Ryan held the handle with both hands and stuck the "Sword of Dawn" on the windowsill. The two-handed greatsword, which was purely condensed by light, suddenly split apart and turned into a hurricane in the form of countless sharp shards and patches of light. One

The "hurricane" instantly grew larger and hit the stained glass in front of it.

With the sound of clicking, the whole church shook to a certain extent, and the glass surface cracked one after another tiny cracks, like countless cobwebs.

But it still stood there strong, and it didn't let them down.

Seeing this, Ryan let a little bit of morning light appear around him, condensing into a giant axe that needs to be held in both hands. He couldn't use the "Storm of Light" for a short time, so he had to change his weapon.

Ria and Valentine managed to avoid the aftermath of the Storm of Light with the help of the protruding wall, and at this time, the eyes of the "Scarecrow of Tanago" also fell on the parish priest, and the eyes embedded in the surface of the brown-green straw reflected the figure in the white gold-trimmed silk robe.

Suddenly, as soon as Lea arrived at the altar where Guillaume Bennet was standing, a glimmer of silver and black.

With a snap, the "Tanago Scarecrow" burst its wings and shed blood-colored tears.

The parish priest looked this way, and then withdrew his gaze.

The two sheep walked into the altar on their own, and only then did he recite the next incantation with a calm expression: "You are eternal reincarnation, a destined fate, a cause, a result, and a journey!" 、”

Suddenly, the two candles representing the gods on the altar elongated and became the size of a human head.

Inside the church, the sound of the wind was blowing, and the villagers seemed to have turned into statues, but the faces and backs of their hands and other exposed places were faintly silver-white and black sarcomas slowly protruding, one after another.

The silver-black glimmer that had originally just surrounded the altar spread out in all directions, encompassing the entire church.

The spherical vault full of frescoes became transparent, the stratus clouds in the sky dispersed, and the crimson moon grew deeper and deeper, approaching the color of blood.

The stars on the black velvet curtain were no longer obscured, and one after another lit up to the luminosity of the sun.

Ryan's skin turned gray-blue, Leah's face seemed to have countless maggots wriggling, granulations about to grow, and Valentine lit up like the sun, from the inside out, from top to bottom.

They were just on the verge of getting out of control.

The "Tanago Scarecrow" was tossed aside and lay there trembling violently.

Lumian felt his chest burn unusually hot, and the terrifying sound that seemed to come from infinity and was close to him sounded in his ears.

His head was inserted by invisible steel needles, stirring up, causing the blood vessels on his body to bulge out in pain, and pieces of silver-white and black round spots loomed under the skin.

An invisible force enveloped him and floated him from the altar with him.

The ropes that bound him and the cloth that gagged his mouth turned into dust and drifted into the air.

Oroel was also lifted up by this invisible force, floating above the altar and facing Lumian.

Lumian's bloodshot eyes reflected her sister's long blond hair, hollow light blue eyes, holy and dull holes, and a simple but strange white robe.

He tilted his head back sharply, only to feel the familiarity and déjà vu from the depths of his memory come to him again, and the pain attached to it was no weaker than the whispering.

The surrounding images were cut and overlapped, and at the same time appeared in Lumian's mind: the solemn and fanatical expression of a priest; There was a figure of a black-robed man walking step by step towards the altar; There was the movement of the shepherd, Pierre Berry, prostrate to the ground; There was a transparent church dome; There are red moons and constellations in the sky; Villagers with dull expressions to greet good luck; Aurel, whose face was slightly distorted and seemed to feel pain, Lumian's spirit began to be in a trance, only to feel that his body was being torn apart by the invisible force little by little, and the silver-black color on the surface of his body appeared more and more.

And he is completely unable to break free from the current shackles, and it is difficult for him to make effective resistance.

"Ahh

Lumian let out a scream, his chest being opened a little bit, and a silver-white and black light shot out and fell on Aurore.

Hearing the painful sound, Aurore's eyes rolled slightly.

Her hollow eyes reflected Lumian's bulging veins, curled expression, and silver darkness.

After a brief moment of condensation, she instinctively and rigidly reached out her hands and thrust Lumien hard, pushing him out of danger.

Lumian watched in amazement as Auror pushed himself out of the altar range.

Suddenly, the terrifying sound in his ears disappeared, the invisible restraints on the surface of his body disappeared, and the burning sensation on his body weakened.

But the pain in his head didn't change at all, and the images in the depths of his memory were forcibly dragged out in part.

It's like someone pulling their brain out of the head little by little with a hook.

Auror's silver-black light blue eyes, empty gaze, dull face, and firm and powerful push away movements flashed in Lumian's mind at the same time, almost the same as what he had just seen, but the background was slightly different, and the black-robed man did not exist.

This exaggerated sense of déjà vu made Lumian instinctively wonder if something similar had happened, which made him scream in pain again, bang! Breaking away from the altar, he fell to the ground.

Ignoring the sharp pain in his head and the trance of his spirit, Lumian jumped to his feet and was about to pounce on his sister and carry Oroel away from the altar.

A figure blocked his path, and the black-robed man who was holding him against him punched him in the right cheek, knocking him to the ground.

Lumian did not despair, and with the courage to pursue life towards death, he turned over and stood up again, and rushed to the black-robed man who was blocking the front.

Syllable!

The black-robed man swung another punch, and Lumian instinctively dodged it.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then a distorted smile appeared on his face, and he roared in a low voice, "You are so weak? It's as weak as a chicken!

Lumian forgot about the parish priest and the shepherd Pierre Berry, and pounced directly on the black-robed man.

The black-robed man turned sideways and leaned over, raised his right foot, and stumbled at Lumian's calf, but Lumian did not dodge the terrifying flexibility of the "dancer", forced a half-turn of his body, stretched out his arm and hugged the enemy.

Thump! Tripping, he fell to the ground with the black-robed man.

The black-robed man raised his right hand with agility, pinched Lumian's neck, and followed with his knee up, slamming into the enemy's crotch.

Lumian didn't dodge, his eyes were red, and he dug into the other party's eyes with the five fingers of his right hand.

"Ahh

The black-robed man screamed, and the two eyeballs were forced out by Lumian, and blood flowed everywhere, while Lumian instinctively curled up into a ball, and the pain in his lower body made him almost faint.

He struggled and raised his body again, and smiled fiercely at the black-robed man who was rolling in place: "Come on! Let's die together! You coward! Coward! ”

He pounced on him again and wrapped his arm around the other's neck.

At this time, Pierre Berry, on the edge of the altar, fought against the fear in his heart, got up with difficulty, carried his axe, and ran to Lumien.

Syllable!

His axe slashed hard, but was blocked by a faint gray mist that had been diffused at some point, failing to hurt Lumian.

Pierre Berry even changed two abilities, but he couldn't break through the protection of the gray mist.

Seeing this, the parish priest Guillaume Benneu did not hesitate and recited the following prayer: "I ask you, I ask you to give me a gift, I ask you to give me ......"

Before he finished reading, there was a new change in the surrounding equipment, and the constellations in the sky moved little by little, changing their original position.

The whole village of Cordu shook violently, and every inch of dirt from every house moved closer to the church.

The villagers silently disintegrated into one organ after another, with eyes, scraped mouths, noses, hearts, fingers, and simple blood.

Very few of these things reorganize themselves into different people, some are normal, some are messy, some are missing, and some are more.

Most of the rest flew to the altar, to Auror.

Cracks appeared in Aurore's body, which quickly disintegrated into countless pieces of flesh.

At this scene, Lumian's whole person was desperate.

But he didn't give up, pressed the head of the black-robed man, twisted it hard, and snapped his neck in the frightened eyes of the other party.

Lumian stood up and ran eagerly to his sister.

But there was an invisible shield around Aurore that stopped him.

Thundered!

There was a muffled sound in the ground, and the church began to rise, and the trees, soil, and boulders outside the village, as well as the houses, furniture, and miscellaneous objects in the village, all flew to this side.

Most of the villagers' organs entered the altar, coalescing with Auror's flesh and blood, twisting and wriggling into a giant.

The giant was four or five meters tall, with three heads and six arms, and its whole body was made up of pieces of flesh and pieces of organs, and its body was full of cracks and yellowish pus.

The head in the middle of the giant, full of pain and remorse, looked at Lumi with difficulty, and the corners of his eyes slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes, and drops of transparent blood-colored tears slowly slid down.

Seeing this scene, Lumian's mind suddenly buzzed, and the whole person seemed to be split in half by an axe vertically.

His eyes began to falter, and he saw churches that had broken into pieces, blood-colored peaks that gradually rose, thorny walls twisted from houses to books, circles of ruins that surrounded the peaks, and monsters that had to leave the area.

Lumian's head ached violently again.

As he watched the tiny rays of light fly out of the giant's body and the surrounding monsters and fall into his chest, he found that the images in the depths of his memory had been completely dragged out, almost exactly the same as what he saw now.

Lumian suddenly had a guess, and his headache worsened.

Suddenly, everything in front of him became extremely illusory, and obvious cracks appeared, like shattered glass.

This is! Lumian finally remembered something.

Then, he saw the black-robed man turn into a pitch-black and filthy liquid and fly in front of him, flowing into the left chest.

"Ahh Lumian let out a scream of pain as he saw the scene around him shatter completely.

He snapped open his eyes and found himself lying beneath the blood-colored peaks, the gloom that seemed to be the coming of night almost completely faded.

Lumian subconsciously rolled over and sat up, leaned forward, put his hands on the ground, and looked around.

He saw the twisted thorny walls, the wasteland without roots, and the "dream ruins" on the other side.

Ryan, Leah, and Valentine were seen lying on the edge of a room in the distance.

They slept soundly.

Lumian buried his head, raised his hands, grabbed his hair, and whispered in pain: "Reality is a dream, a dream is reality?" Here is the present, and the present is the past?

"Aurel, can't Oroel be saved?"

"Yes." A female voice rang out from within the ruins.

Lumian stared at the mysterious lady in amazement, and found that the strange emotion in her eyes that was indescribable and indecipherable had reappeared.

And this time, he was finally able to read. That's mercy.