The majestic voice of Themipolos echoed in Lumian's ears:

"Yes."

Lumian immediately smiled.

He said in a sarcastic tone:

"That is, Oroel and everyone in the village died to bring you down to the earth?

"Why should I help you get rid of the seal? If you are an angel through gifts, I can steal your power again and again through the ritual just now, under the watchful eye of the Great Being, until I also have the angelic personality of the fatalistic pathway, and then I myself will resurrect Auurel and return everyone to the state before the destruction of the village of Cordu, when the time comes, how weak will you be?

"If you have the extraordinary characteristics that correspond well, then I can wait until I have become an angel of the hunter's path, and have mastered the power of fate that is slightly equal to you, and have enough helpers ready, and then release you, defeat you, subdue you, and force the price to resurrect Auuror.

No, I should be able to do it myself, and I will let you suffer eternal torment until the end of time.

"I wasn't too interested in acquiring the gift of the fatalistic pathway, but I knew that the ritual was for you to come after

, the scene on me. ”

I began to expect all your strength and pride to be transferred to me, and the more Lumian spoke, the more exuberant he became

"The potion seemed to have digested a little more.

Themipolos' tone remained unchanged, as if untouched.

"I have seen many extraordinary beings in the starry sky, and I have seen countless people who have been blessed by the Lord, and most of them cannot enter the door of divinity, because if they take any further step, their bodies and spirits will be completely broken.

"And in the quest for divine power, there are countless dangers, are you sure you can really become an angel?"

You should know that this is no longer a question of tens of millions of percent, and a few millions-in-millions is not enough to describe the difficulty of obtaining angelic personhood.

"If you die on the transcendent path, Aurel-Lee will also die completely, and the seal based on your body will be lifted naturally, and I will also be able to get out of the predicament."

Lumian tilted his head slightly and laughed.

This echoes through the cavity of the quarry, setting off the silence and oppression underground.

"If that's the case, why don't you wait patiently for me to die?" Lumian carried the calcium carbide lamp and walked towards the hollow outside of the quarry, and he smiled indescribably as he walked, I don't care what you want to do, what you hope to achieve, whether you are a good person or a bad person, I only know that everyone in Auuror and Cordu Village died because of you. ”

He paused for a moment, then laughed slightly twisted and maniacally: "In this matter, someone has to pay for it Guillaume, Bené you." and even the Lord of your mouth!"

Themipolos didn't speak again, and the majestic voice that echoed in the cavities of Lumian's heart, brain, blood vessels, and bone marrow cavity was completely gone.

Lumi, who was walking in the darkness with a calcium carbide lamp, gasped.

Although the conversation just now only lasted for a few minutes, it made him feel like he had exhausted all his strength.

In his previous understanding, pollution is pollution, at most it is equal to the power of the evil god's gift, and he never thought that there was an angel sealed in his body!

In the ruins of Kordu Village, at the top of the blood-colored peak, the body of the three-headed six-armed giant that is on the verge of losing control is just something made to carry the angels who have descended, and there is an unknown distance from the real angels

Away, and it has already made Lumian have the true consciousness that he can't resist and can't be defeated.

Lumien had to admit that Thermibolos' rhetoric was very tempting.

If he hadn't kept in mind that all of this was caused by those house fires, he would probably have chosen to give it a try, and in his opinion, believing in the "eternal sun", believing in the "god of steam and machinery" is not fundamentally different from believing in the secret existence in the name of fate, at most it is losing oneself.

Lumian, who had just calmed his breath, suddenly became alert, flashed into a gap next to him, and covered the calcium carbide lamp with gravel.

A few seconds later, three hurried footsteps passed through the next tunnel and disappeared into the darkness.

Underground Trier is also full of people. Lumien waited patiently for two minutes, pulled out the electric corpse lamp, and returned to the tunnel leading to the upper level.

After being interrupted like this, his emotions calmed down a lot, and a question came to mind:

Since the pollution in his body was alive by the angel of the realm of fate, Themipolos, why did his ritual of praying for the gift finally succeed?

Themipolos is not a pure force without self-awareness, and he will respond automatically, and with the right rituals, he can completely refuse to give gifts.

"Couldn't he even be sealed to such an extent without responding to the ceremony? Thinking of this, Lumian suddenly understood why Themipolos was in a hurry to get out of trouble.

According to the "magician" lady, every time she receives a gift, Themipolos will be weakened a little, and the corresponding pollution will be reduced.

At the same time, the seal of the Great Being will not weaken, and will be limited as the strength of Themipolos declines

It will become more and more dead, and once it reaches a certain point, even His consciousness will be erased.

Lumi was relieved and began to reply to the words of Termiboros:

At the thought of this, Lumian's head throbbed, as if something was about to come out of his brain

The part drills out.

He quickly stopped remembering, and said to himself silently:

"Is there knowledge that can be seriously harmful just by knowing? If I hadn't had the seal of the Great Being, I would have died just now, or had I undergone a mutation?

"I was still wondering if I should seize Themipolos' eagerness to get out of trouble, squeeze his value out of it, and let him respond to those few ritual magics, increasing the probability of success and the final effect, but now it seems that the angel has a way to kill me, even if he is still sealed.

"You must be cautious and careful about such things, and before you really want to use Themipolos, you must ask the magician lady to review whether there is any problem with my plan."

In this matter, Lumian felt that the vice-president of the Curly Baboon Research Society, "Hela", might not be able to provide effective advice, and only the magician lady who could freely enter and exit the cycle and easily deal with the giant at the top of the Scarlet Mountain, and seemed to have a high personality, was the one he could trust at the moment.

As his thoughts turned, Lumien relied on the hunter's ability to observe and remember the environment, and returned to the floor marked with the name of the street.

He tried to whisper:

"Temibhopulos" no one responded.

Lumian wanted to ask the angel who was sealed inside him if he knew what was going on in the village of Cordu.

But after careful analysis, he felt that Themis should not know the truth either.

He had come to the village of Kordu near the end of the ceremony, and he was immediately sealed, with no way of knowing the details of the previous one.

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Lumien let out a sigh and surveyed his current state.

His provocateur potion was further digested, almost as much as a new code of play.

"Could it be that the provocateur in high positions can speed up the digestion of the provocateur's potion? Ah yes, this is still a high-ranking person in the realm of fate, and to some extent, it can be regarded as a corner of fate, and it is a bit of a match for my playing rules."

Lumian chuckled. If Themipolos hadn't responded, he would have provoked him according to the rhythm of three meals!

Speculating at this point, Lumian felt that it took such a little potion to provoke an angel, and the cost performance seemed to be a bit low.

He suspected that there were two reasons, one was that Themipolos was sealed, and the danger was so low that it was abnormal, and the other was that Themipolos was not really provoked.

Shaking his head, Lumian reined in his thoughts, no longer thinking about things that he couldn't figure out the right answer.

He turned back to the chaotic street underground, and went up the stone staircase that led to the light.

Extinguishing the calcium carbide lamp and returning to the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian saw Charlie sitting on the steps outside at a glance.

Charlie smoked a cigarette butt and looked up at the sky stained with a slight gray mist, his expression slightly melancholy.

"What's wrong?" Lumian sat down next to Charlie.

Charlie sighed and said, "Miss Esans moved away. ”

"Isn't that a good thing?" Lumian asked with a smile.

Charlie's words came to his lips for a moment, and he said after a few seconds:

"It's a good thing, there are so many people here who know her and know what she's done, hey"14

Lumian snorted, stood up, walked up to the sour wine vendor, and took out copper coins worth 5 Indian Kope:

"Bring me half a liter of apple cider."

The peddler suddenly smiled.

"Okay."

This time, he gave Lumian half a liter of wine.

Lumian raised his eyebrows, did not ask, walked back to Charlie, sat down, and said casually:

"That guy who sells sour wine seems to know me?"

Charlie smiled:

"He probably knows you're a Savoyard gangster, no, a Savoyard guy."

"Why would he know?" Lumian took a sour sip and said.

Charlie coughed, "I told Miss Esans the good news last night and went to the speakeasy for a drink, and told you about your Savoyard and takeover of the Golden Rooster Hotel." ”

At this moment, a picture came to Lumian's mind.

Charlie took a beer, jumped on the small round table and waved his short arms and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, come here, listen to me, something incredible happened in the hotel today!" You can't believe that the Charles, who lives in room 207, became the leader of the Savoyard party and kicked the Stingers out of the hotel!

Retracting his thoughts from such a scene, Lumian sighed slowly and said to Charlie:

"You're just afraid the police won't come looking for me, right?"