When Lumien heard about the plan of the Beatitude before, his first reaction was that Suzanne had mistaken something, something crucial.

What was sealed inside him was not the contamination of an angelic person, but a real angel! The former has no self-consciousness and reacts entirely on instinct, unless the seal can be lifted and it can reconnect with the body, otherwise it is just a bunch of explosives that have temporarily been detonated from the detonating device, although there is still a possibility of exploding, but for Suzanne and other cultists, the situation is obviously controllable.

They just need to find the right way, with the help of it

The environment inside the "Shadow Tree", the isolation of reality, the various arrangements of the rituals, and the gaze of the evil gods during the sacrifice can completely prevent the pollution of the angelic personality from threatening him after breaking the seal, and sacrifice it to it

"Mother Tree of Desire". The latter, on the other hand, can think, have brains, and possess strong initiative, and cannot afford to watch themselves being sacrificed.

When the seal is completely lifted, will Suzanne and Charlotte really be able to deal with a real angel?

They're a must

The "Tree of Shadows" only has a slight divinity in Sequence 5 evil spirits, and one is obviously still

"Actor", there is an unquenchable desire to perform, and the real angel at least sequence 2, can be called her, in ancient times almost equated with the gods, called

"From God", the gap between the two sides is as big as that of a saint and an ordinary person. Joy Lumian, who had communicated early, did not try to find a way out of the predicament from Themipolos at first, because he was worried that this sinister and hateful angel would take this opportunity to let herself do something that seemed normal on the surface, but secretly helped her infiltrate more power through the seal.

In that case, the final outcome is likely to be the death of Lumian, the death of Susanna, the death of Charlotte,

The "Shadow Tree" was destroyed or retracted into the ground, and Themipolos truly descended into this world.

Now, with no other option, Lumian had no choice but to walk on the wire rope that was erected above the abyss, hoping to maintain his balance.

Later, if he is not careful, he will fall and cannot be saved. As soon as he finished speaking, the rich voice of Termipolos sounded in his ears.

From the first time she heard and rejected the temptation of the other party, although Lumian successfully remembered the existence of this angel, she never communicated with her again, and could only perceive that she and her fate were linked to her through the abnormal development or destined development of some things around her, and she had not given up yet, and was still making some attempts.

Now, after many days, Lumian once again directly heard the words of Themipolos, and truly felt that an angel was sealed in his body.

Themipolos's voice took on a lightness and coziness, echoing in his ears: "If contempt can get me out of the seal, then I hope they despise me even more." "This is a good environment, I have been waiting for such an environment, even if you wait and die, the seal is lost, and no one from the outside world can perceive the corresponding changes, and it is too late to stop me from getting rid of the shackles.

"They may not kill you outright, but as long as they try to open the seal and make sacrifices, I can make the fate happen in advance, leaving your body and ruining their rituals." Somemipolos said all this, and the implication seemed to be: This is the opportunity I have been waiting for!

Why should I help you? Just wait patiently for the ending! Lumian fell silent and jumped away from his place.

The roots of the tree cracked and grew wet, large, flower-colored flowers, petal by petal, like an abyss opening its mouth.

Ahh Lumian sniffed the occult salts again, letting his thoughts take away from his drowsiness. He immediately raised his head and looked up at Suzanne in the sky.

Mattis, almost madly laughing, "Haha, you guys are the stupidest people I've ever met!"

"You have set up this ritual without knowing anything, have you had your brains hollowed out because of your belief in the 'Mother Tree of Desire', or have you filled your brains with all kinds of liquids?

"I tell you, what is sealed within me is not the contamination of an angelic person, but a real angel, and her name is Themipolos!" Wait until you break the seal, and she will come down here and kill you all, breaking off this filthy and tattered fallen tree on the spot and throwing it into a dunghill!

"If I were you, I'd stop the ritual now and let me go!" Suzanne is constantly changing positions within the illusory canopy.

Matisse looked down. She looked at Lumian, smiled, and said, "You're bluffing again?" You are so fond of bluffing, I suffered your loss last time, and I will not be fooled again this time. On a branch not far from her, one of the few windows on the surface of the Golden Rooster Hotel, wrapped in vines and branches, revealed the figure of the playwright Gabriel.

He took a pen and frantically wrote his name on paper, just as famous writers sign their readers.

He fell into the desire for the "Light Chaser" script to be sought after and finally become famous. Susanna. Matisse further said: "Moreover, we have considered the possibility that it is not pollution, there is an angel. "Therefore, under the inspiration of the gods, we have modified the key parts of the ritual, and we will give you as the main sacrifice to the great 'Mother Tree of Desire' with a seal and angels, which will not affect the final effect.

"Sacrifice is not cooking, the ingredients must be made into dishes, all we need to do is send the sacrifice to the gods, as for how to treat you, the seal on your body and the angels in your body, it is up to the great 'Mother Tree of Desire' to decide for itself." Why else do you think I didn't really attack you?

That could cause the seal to be broken prematurely!

"Don't think about threatening me with suicide, I will give you a strong desire to live." It was like a valuable gift that would run away on its own, the seal was a locked box, and Lumian was beautifully packaged.

Suzanne and Charlotte didn't plan to unwrap it, but opened the box, took out the gifts, and gave them to them

"Mother Tree of Desire", but is ready to get it to the gods with the box and packaging, in order to avoid the huge risks that may exist.

After listening to Susanna. Matisse's words, Lumian was not surprised, not afraid, nor disappointed or frustrated.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at his left chest, and curled the corners of his mouth again: "Temibolos, do you hear me?" You will be packed up and given to the deity called the 'Mother Tree of Desire', and will not give you a chance to break out of the seal.

"I don't know what the 'Mother Tree of Desire' will do to you, but I don't think it's a good thing, do you really have to wait for the final outcome from the sidelines?" This time, Themipolos didn't respond to Lumian immediately, and it took a few seconds for her voice to echo in a low and overlapping voice: "Pull out your 'fallen mercury' and give a knife to the trunk of the 'Shadow Tree', which must pierce the second layer of bark."

Lumian was stunned for a moment and said, "

"The fate of the Shadow Tree can also be exchanged?" Themipolos's voice regained that sense of grandeur: "Not before now, but now it can."

"That tree itself has a certain living characteristic, which is equivalent to a mythical tree man who has not really given birth to wisdom." Lumian didn't hesitate, his left hand went inward, through the crimson flame cloak and the flesh and blood robe, and pulled out the silver-black short knife with layers of evil patterns.

He leaned down slightly, and with a stream of crimson flames, he ran towards it like a cheetah

The trunk of the "Shadow Tree" jumps continuously, avoiding cracks and blooming flowers.

Seeing that Lumian has a new action, Susanna. Matisse didn't care too much and didn't believe he could really hurt

The "Shadow Tree" and himself, but still cautious, intends to directly ignite his desires, and create the corresponding illusion, so that he can go to a certain tree hole with a certain flower

"Communication". Susanna. Matisse's turquoise eyes reflected the figure of Lumian wearing a flesh robe and a flame cloak, and his eyes instantly became moist.

She had hoped to see her target change direction and pounce on the Giant Flower, but Lumian didn't seem to be affected and rushed straight to the brown-green trunk.

Beneath the flaming cloak, Lumian held the occult sniffing salt in his right hand and held it in front of his nose.

This made him burst into tears, and he couldn't sneeze even if he wanted to, but he still used it

The patience of the "dervishes" was forced to endure. Susanna. Matisse was puzzled by this, and with her person and sequence, even if the other party was holding the occult and smelling the salt all the time, it should not be completely unaffected.

Normally, with the difference in strength between the two sides, it was entirely possible for her to have Lumien sneeze while he was looking for the Giant Flower and the Brown-Green Crack while he had been sniffing the occult salt.

Of course, in similar scenarios, there is also a probability of failure to exert influence, but that is certainly much lower than the probability of success.

And now, Susanna. Matisse's first attempt failed to produce results, just as a man who is good at throwing dice throws the smallest number without warning.

Ahh Lumian let out a loud sneeze. While his head was still clear, before Suzanne could exert a second influence, he blocked the opening of the metal vial with his right finger and held it in his hand

"Fallen mercury" stabbed at it

The brownish-green trunk of the Shadow Tree stabbed at the pinpoint-sized hole he had made with his incandescent spear.

Bang,

"Fallen Mercury" is like encountering an iron plate, failing to penetrate further. Ahh Lumian, who had just inhaled a large amount of occult smelling salt, sneezed again, freeing herself from another desire provoked by Susanna, causing her to suffer defeat again.

Lumian's right hand, which held the metal vial, swirled with crimson flames. It sucked into the flame cloak that covered its body, and quickly condensed, becoming