In the blood-stained river, a figure slowly crawled out.

For some reason, Lumian seemed to be frightened, and his thoughts became sluggish, and he did not attack immediately, and watched the figure crawl to the shore.

It was a strange man, his face stiff and gloomy, and the clothes on his body were blistered and softened, so that Lumian immediately noticed that it was fused with flesh and blood.

It's a wax figure, a wax figure that has come to life!

Drops of bright red blood spilled from the wax figure's body, mingling with the sliding river water and smashing against the weeds on the shore.

In the ticking sound, the wax figure's light blue eyes turned slightly in the white base, vaguely reflecting the figure of Lumian.

Just by looking at it like this, Lumian's mind went blank, as if he refused to make eye contact with it, and was subjected to strong suppression, and he did not dare to resist physically and mentally.

In the blink of an eye, the instinct of danger from the instinct to survive came to Lumien's mind, becoming more and more obvious.

Eventually, they exploded completely, overpowering other emotions and states.

Lumien's gaze returned.

At this moment, in his eyes, the gloomy and stiff wax face was less than a meter away from himself, and the pale palm that was constantly dripping with blood spread out and the five fingers were like sharp blades, stabbing at him.

Lumian didn't have time to react, so he could only subconsciously raise his right palm and block it in front of his face.

With a thud, the pale fingers, sharper than daggers, were blocked by the iron-black, short-spiked "torture" gloves.

Unobstructed by the gloves, the wax figure's fingers pierced the rim of Lumian's palm, leaving a visible scar on his face.

If he hadn't broken free of the shock in time, the blow would have pierced his skull and penetrated his brain.

The familiar pain made Lumian more conscious, and his left hand was clenched tightly, and with a lit crimson flame, he slammed into the side of the wax figure with all his strength in a fist gesture.

At the same time, he smiled, his right palm was held inward, relying on the barrier of flesh and blood to hold back the retraction of the wax figure's right hand, temporarily imprisoning its dodge.

Bang!

The "torture" fist gloves struck the wax figure's head crookedly, and the short iron-black thorns on the surface kissed the hard face, creating exaggerated scratches that changed from deep to shallow.

And this wax figure actually shed bright red blood like a real person, but the wound at the crack did not have the texture of any flesh, only the layers of wax stacked and softened by fire.

Immediately afterwards, the wax figure's light blue eyes protruded from blood-colored tubes, revealing a strong bloodthirsty desire from the inside out.

This makes it more vivid and more like a living person than before.

Lumian had chosen to "torture" the fist gauntlet because it belonged to his most powerful magical item, and the enemy was a dangerous creature in the mouth of Themipolos, so he couldn't be careless, but what he didn't expect was that the stalker was not a living person, but a wax figure.

In this way, the ability of the "torture" fist to evoke a certain desire or emotion seems to be ineffective and can only be used as a defensive weapon.

If it weren't for the strange shock he had just encountered, Lumian would have taken off his gloves and thrown them aside, and replaced them with a "decent" brooch, and now, with the enemy close in sight, he could only use "torture" on the spot, but the focus became "injecting fire", and he didn't even dare to use the "humming technique", for fear that it would have no effect on similar things.

To Lumien's surprise again, the punch just now actually aroused the bloodthirsty desire of the wax figure.

The other party seems to be alive to some extent, with weak, own emotions and desires!

"It's good to be alive!" The smile on Lumien's face became even more pronounced.

He withdrew his right palm, endured the pain, and struck the wax figure's head back from crooked to its original position with a hook of crimson flames.

The bloodthirsty wax figure didn't try to distance himself, and used that shock again, instinctively and frantically engaging in hand-to-hand combat with Lumian.

This was exactly what Lumian wanted, his iron-black fist gloves with short spikes wrapped in crimson flames, and in a swift and short streak, he constantly collided with the wax figure's arms, arms, fists, shoulders, torso, and head.

Each punch is not very powerful, what you want is a "high frequency"!

Bang bang

He stepped forward with his feet and raised his knees to respond to attacks from below.

That is, in a dozen or twenty seconds, the wax figure was at a standstill, and an illusory explosion sounded in its body.

The capillaries in its eyes exploded completely, dyeing the light blue a bright red, and cracks appeared in its head from the inside out, which were connected with the scars caused by the "torture".

"Desire detonate"!

Under Lumian's ultra-high-frequency attacks, the "desire detonation" effect of the "torture" fist gloves was triggered!

Seeing this scene, Lumian withdrew his fists and quietly watched the wax statue's blood-colored eyes highlight the painful emotion.

Two reddish tears slowly formed in the corners of its eyes, sliding down.

The wax figure opened its mouth, as if to say something, but could not make a sound.

Thundered!

There was a dull explosion inside it, and exaggerated wounds were opened all over its body.

Streams of crimson flames burst out from those places, setting the wax figure on fire.

"Inject fire"!

In the fierce burning, the wax figure quickly softened, and its body was covered with blood-stained viscous droplets.

Thump!

It fell to the ground.

What kind of monster is this? Lumian stared for more than ten seconds, and from the perspective of the "hunter", he intuitively judged that the prey should not be able to isolate extraordinary characteristics.

In the process, he picked up the briefcase and put the "torture" gloves back.

Without further delay, Lumian turned around and walked out of the woods.

Behind him, a series of crimson flames leaped, scorching his dripping blood.

In the blazing firelight, the wax figure had melted into a humanoid shape, and Lumian's figure faded step by step, and suddenly disappeared not far away.

"Spiritual Travel!"

In order to avoid the evil god's gaze and dangerous creatures brought by the "torture" fist, he directly changed his location and "teleported" to the town ahead.

That's where he had surveyed in advance and mastered the coordinates of the spirit realm.

After a few dozen seconds, only a few flames remained on the burning forest road, and a broken, withered wilderness suddenly spread out.

The weeds grew over, and a figure in a white robe quickly outlined.

The figure wore a light-colored veil, its abdomen was obviously protruding, and its body was flowing with a substantial maternal brilliance, just like the "Lady Moon" of the "Night Parade".

"Lady Moon" cast her gaze on the blood-stained wax figure, which had completely melted, and watched the crimson flames leap silently there.

After examining it for more than ten seconds, the lady disappeared in an instant, along with the ruined wilderness.

Inside the Rosswanstein Castle, in a room in the main building.

Dressed in a red shirt and narrow black trousers, the Count of Puiver sat behind a messy table, staring indifferently at a wax figure head in front of him.

The man's head was carved to resemble a real person's, with light blue eyes and dark hair.

In the silent waiting, the Count of Puiver seemed a little anxious, tugging at his collar from time to time, changing his sitting position, and even unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, as if the air around him was unusually thin, making it difficult for him to breathe easily.

As the minutes ticked by, the wax figure's head suddenly clicked.

It cracked into many pieces at once, each of which was highly melted.

Puiver stood up in amazement, his pupils dilated instantly.

In his eyes, tiny blood vessels stood out, cracked a lot, and dyed a bright red.

"Killed?" Puiver muttered to herself in shock and suspicion.

Shire. Dubois was more mysterious and powerful than he had expected!

Even if he is not, so is the hidden force behind him!

Count Puiver paced back and forth, his expression rather contemplative.

After Lumian "teleported" to the town in front of him, he did not show up immediately, but stayed in the shadows, silently calculating the time.

When he felt that the "hunter" had run enough to get here from the woods, he actually entered the town, found the coachman, and returned to 11 Quanshui Street, a memorial parish.

In a room with many bookshelves, Lumian looked at Gardner with a cigar in hand. Martin, said calmly:

"I was attacked."

It's something you can't hide from the boss.

"Huh?" Gardner. Martin expressed his doubts in a nasal voice.

Lumian was very candid in choosing the King's Cake from behind the Count of Puiver, only to feel the madness swirling and the attempt to invade began, all the way to the point where he had melted the wax figure by "injecting fire" and showing the wounds on his hands and face.

What he doesn't mention is that "he knows why the madness doesn't really take over his body" and the use of "torture" gloves, attributing the former to reasons he doesn't yet understand.

Gardner. Martin smoked his cigar and listened quietly, not at all surprised that Lumian had not been invaded by madness.

If he is surprised and shows suspicions, Lumian will immediately "invite" Mr. K to come over and work together to clear this "Iron Cross" stronghold.

Gardner. Martin took the cigar that was already half missing, and said with a smile:

"It seems that the full members of our Predator are more favored by the spirit of his ancestor than Puifer, but it is feared."

Meaning, the extraordinary who has suffered from the strange pollution of that building at 13 Market Avenue? Even without the breath of the "Blood Emperor", that crazy spirit would not invade the official members of the "Iron Cross" outside of me? I don't know if it's true or not, or else, boss, you can try it? Lumian suddenly wanted to encourage Gardner. Martin goes to play a game of King's Cake with Count Puiver.

"Now I confirm one thing." Gardner. Martin's expression quickly became serious, "That ancestor of the Sauron family, that is, Fomunda . . . Sauron, not really dead, is still alive in a state that we can't understand for the time being. ”