The pain from the explosion of his left palm caused Lumian to almost pull out the silver-black dagger that had been inserted into the trunk of the Shadow Tree.

Relying on great perseverance and familiarity with similar injuries, it was very difficult for him to control his body's instinctive reactions.

His brain was stimulated enough to become awake enough to get rid of Susanna. Two more desires imposed by Matisse.

Pain and reason intertwined, swept through his mind, followed by a flood of vast and terrifying scenes.

It was the experiences that the Shadow Tree had accumulated over a thousand years, the countless fragments of desire that had watered it and made up its torso, and the many possible futures of this monstrous tree.

They were strung together by an illusory river of mercury, flooding Lumian's thoughts.

Not only is this so large that it can blow up the head of any person with a low or medium sequence, but some scenes make Lumian instinctively choose to ignore it, choose to ignore it, dare not look at it, dare not distinguish it.

Just when he thought that his mind would be washed away by this vast torrent and washed into a blank sheet of paper, he found that he had actually endured it, as if there was extra space for countless scenes beyond the limit.

Rather than wasting time in choosing the fate he wanted to exchange, Lumian followed his instincts of danger and spiritual instinct to choose a scene: "A brownish-green tree root stretched towards the base of an ancient building, only to be swallowed up by an invisible flame that burned silently in the darkness and illuminated an area.

"With a snap, the roots of the tree broke off and fell into the depths of darkness, and purple fire first floated on the surface, and then as the flames turned to a color that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, it dissipated in an instant, and not even the powder remained."

Lumian pulled back the "Fallen Mercury" and pried up the fate, but it didn't react in the slightest.

Whoosh!

The brown-green trunks of the trees, which were not too thick, flew like short spears thrown by the soldiers, and flew down from top to bottom in an overwhelming manner.

Any one of them would be enough to pierce the target and stick it in the root of the knotted tree.

Suzanne inside the bokeh canopy. After Matisse continuously used abilities such as "***", "appetite", "greed", and "expressiveness" to affect Lumian without effect, his green eyes dilate, and he chose to use the ability of the tree spirit to make a physical blow.

She is attached to the Shadow Tree, which is far more powerful than those who use ordinary trees as companions.

Although she still didn't believe that the sacrifice could hurt the "Shadow Tree" with the so-called "cursed blade", the other party's momentum and performance made her feel a certain alert, and she subconsciously thought that it was better to interrupt.

It is better to believe that there is a serious harm and make an over-the-limit response in advance, than to be negligent and sit back and watch things go down!

The former would at best be a waste of strength, a part of the energy, and a little more delay in the completion of the ritual, while the latter might bring about changes and failures that she didn't want to see.

Even if the probability is low, it must be prevented, and it cannot wait until it actually happens to make up for it!

The fleshy robe that covered Lumien's body suddenly shrank inward, crushing him thinner and thinner, avoiding most of the short spears from the trunk.

Two of them were dodgable and unavoidable, and they landed on Lumian's left and right shoulders, respectively.

The flesh that made up the robes was like a soldier who had heard an order, rushing to the spot where the short spear of the tree was about to stab, building up layers of blood-colored cushions.

With a bang, the layers of flesh were directly pierced by two brown-green tree spears, and more flesh poured in, frantically filling the gap.

Although the flesh and blood robe turned into Mr. K's fingers undid the damage, Lumian was still bent by the force of a giant hammer and fell backwards.

At this time, he felt that the fate of "the roots of the brown green tree being burned by invisible flames" had loosened to a certain extent.

And the illusory power that pried it up didn't just belong to Lumian, it also came from his left chest, from the unknown.

Lumian gritted his teeth and picked up that fate with great difficulty with the momentum of falling backwards, turning it into a watery droplet, and a silver-black dagger inside

The fate of the stored "Meet the Ghost of Montsourie" was exchanged.

A crisp sound sounded, and the "Fallen Mercury" was overwhelmed and unable to bear the corresponding fate, and obvious cracks appeared one after another, some were abnormally long, some were subtle, and some directly penetrated the blade.

Plopping, Lumian collapsed to the knotted roots of the ground, freed from the remnants of the brown-green trunk spear.

His shoulder ached, but he was not physically hurt, and the flesh-woven robes began to disintegrate, dripping downward, blocking the massive flowers and brown-green cracks that were opening their "mouths" to devour Lumian, pressing down on them as Lumian fell.

With a thud, the crimson flames soared upward, scorching the evil creatures, and Lumian took advantage of the situation to turn over and move to a relatively safe position.

It was only at this moment that he remembered a question, and while sniffing the occult salt, dodging attacks from trees, branches, green leaves, vines, roots, and flowers, he whispered in a sneeze, "When you meet the ghost of Montsouri, it doesn't mean that the ghost of Montsouris will attack immediately!"

If it drags on for a while, what's the point of the effort just now?

The ghost of Montsouri does not say that it will attack the "Tree of Shadows" every month or two, even if it is only four or five minutes apart, Lumian feels that he has little hope, when the pre-preparations for the ceremony must have been completed, and the sacrifice must have begun for a short period of time, under the gaze of the evil god "Mother Tree of Desire", with the characteristics of the ghost of Montsouri before, it will most likely choose to wait for a while to come again.

The majestic cascading voice of Themipolos echoed through Lumien's body and ears once more: "It is coming, it is a predestined fate."

At the void canopy, Suzanne no longer attacked Lumian, and with the help of the "Shadow Tree", she remotely instructed Charlotte to control the sacrifice, and at the same time sank her consciousness into the brown-green giant tree, looking for the problem that the silver-black short knife had just hit might cause.

Find out early, solve it early, and advance the sacrificial ritual early!

After hearing Themipolos's words, Lumian couldn't help but ask again, "Can the ghost of Montsouris really destroy the Tree of Shadows?" Although both are evil creatures, this giant tree that has taken root in the underground of Trier for more than a thousand years, has been nourished by countless desires, and is associated with a hidden evil god, which clearly makes people feel higher, more terrifying, and more evil. Themipolos' voice rang out, "No.

"But it can affect the Shadow Tree to a certain extent, giving you a chance to escape from here."

As soon as Themipolos finished speaking, Lumian saw a dark shadow suddenly appear on the side.

It was slightly hunched back, like an old man who had been overwhelmed by the weight of life.

Ghost of Montsouri!

It passed through all kinds of restrictions, ignored many obstacles, and came to this alien dimension occupied by the "Shadow Tree".

The hunched shadow took a step forward, and in an instant reached the edge of the brown-green trunk, meeting the eyes of Suzanne and Charlotte.

They instinctively sensed threat, but none of them connected the shadow to the legend of the ghost of Montsourie in Trier.

They frantically stirred up all kinds of desires of the ghosts of Montsourie, but they were like throwing stones into an abyss with no bottom, and they could not hear the echo at all.

At this time, Lumian saw the ghost of Montsouris for the first time.

It wasn't an old man, not even a human, it was closer to a viscous black shadow pulling out of its human form, and it craned its back.

The ghost of Montsouris stared at the Tree of Shadows for two seconds, then moved forward again, clinging to the brownish-green trunk.

It suddenly turned into a strange pitch-black liquid, eroding the layers of bark.

A large pool of moist black appeared on the surface of the huge trunk, which was constantly infecting the surroundings and expanding its area.

In the blink of an eye, the entire base of the "Tree of Shadows" was occupied by this black shadow, and Suzanne Matisse and Charlotte. Calvino's various attacks were ineffective.

In the next second, the world with blue sky and white clouds like oil paintings, and the ground crawling with knotted tree roots shook significantly, as if it had suffered a violent earthquake.

Subtle illusory cracks were created on the surface of the trunks, on the earth, in the sky, in various places, some of which were slowly expanding, allowing Lumian to see through them the corners of the street outside, the epitome of chaos affected by branches, vines, and desires.

"Get ready." The majestic cascading voice of Themipolos sounded in Lumian's ears.

Seeing that the ghost of Montsouris could not be stopped, and that the situation was going in a bad direction, Susanna. With a look of resentment, Matisse recited a mantra in the ancient Hermetic language: "O son of God who should not have been born, thou art a prison of imprisoning curses, an evil that eats away at history.

"I pray to you reverently, to help."

Susanna. As soon as Matisse finished speaking, the branches under the blurred canopy "secreted" a lot of viscous black liquid at the same time.

This is very similar to the black liquid incarnated by the ghost of Montsouris, but it is very different, more chaotic, more crazy, more evil.

Almost at the same time, among the fluids secreted from the trunk of the tree, grew pale and misshapen skeletal heads, yellowish eyeballs entwined by thick blood vessels, bright red tongues with disgusting pus, and many strange shapes that were indescribably indescribable and would make people crazy just by looking at them.

In the wilderness where Lady Judgment and Lady Moon fought.

The streets and other places were still scattered everywhere, and the giant brown and green tree shook, and small gaps appeared on the surface and around it, like small gaps that pierced through the void.

At this moment, a cascading illusory door was outlined in the sky.

Wearing a long orange dress, a lazy lady walks out of it, on the wilderness where the "Judgment" lady and the "Moon lady" fought.

The streets and other places were still scattered everywhere, and the giant brown and green tree shook, and small gaps appeared on the surface and around it, like small gaps that pierced through the void.

At this moment, a cascading illusory door was outlined in the sky.

Wearing a long orange dress, a lazy lady walked out of it, and there were lines of half-curved insects with bright starlight on her face crawling in and out, making it impossible to see her original appearance.

The lady stepped up to the giant brown and green tree, stretched out her hands, grabbed both sides of an invisible gap, and planned to tear it apart!