Monastery of the Sacred Heart? The largest monastery of the "Eternal Sun" church in Trier? Albus. What does Medici go there for? He wouldn't be an undercover agent sent by the "Purifier" to the "Predator Cross", right? Or, Gardner. Something Martin told him to stare at the Sacred Heart Monastery? A large number of thoughts flashed through Lumien's mind in an instant, both doubts and speculations.

Seeing that he was silent, just walking forward with a calcium carbide lamp, Elite hurriedly added:

"I have a friend at the Sacred Heart Monastery, and I often go to him for a drink."

"Can the monks of the monastery drink?" Lumian didn't immediately ask Albus. Medici asked with a small smile about it.

The two of them were walking in the deep darkness of the corridor, and the yellowish light from the calcium carbide lamp brought solace.

Elite babbled:

"Of course you can drink it, but you can't drink spirits, you can't get drunk, the Sacred Heart Monastery's homebrewing is even the best wine I've ever drunk."

"Your friend is a monk?" Lumian walked unhurriedly and slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the seemingly endless corridor.

Elite seemed happy to chat with Charles and did not hide it:

"Yes, he was a member of the 'Little Brotherhood', a baptismal priest of my nephew, who, not accustomed to the indulgence of the clergy of the church, became a monk, entered the Sacred Heart Monastery, and is now in charge of the winery.

Members of the "Little Brotherhood" who advocate the ascetic mission of abstinence...... Only then did Lumian bring the topic back on track:

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"You've seen Albus with him. Medici a few times? What did he go to the Sacred Heart Monastery for? ”

"Just once." "I don't care about anything like that," said Ellett, "there are no nuns there, and when I see him, he is walking down the hallway with a monk into the back of the convent.

It's not like it's a secret entry, and it's not afraid of being discovered...... Lumien made some assumptions from Illett's description.

In this way, in the poet Ellett's constant search for topics, the two finally passed through the wax room, left the hall with the three doors of "Hope", "Madness" and "Death", and returned to the staircase to enter the underground palace.

Elite let out a long, undisguised sigh of relief, and her whole body relaxed.

He complained:

"The dungeon is so dangerous, there are monsters that can use supernatural powers, Puiver actually let us come down and take risks!"

"Is he trying to kill us?"

You're all people who have been polluted many times by the game of King's Cake, and you don't know if you're really alive...... Lumian did not directly respond to Illaeta's complaints, laughing and teasing:

"It seems that the more scared you are, the more nervous you are, and the more you like to talk."

"That makes me feel alive." Elite turned off the calcium carbide lamp and left the dungeon along the spiraling staircase.

Lumian turned around and followed the previous path back to the Gate of Madness.

He didn't close the door when he came out just now, and even if he didn't get closer, the yellowish glow from the calcium carbide lamp made the wax statue loom over, like a waiter hidden in the dark.

Lumian stopped at the doorway, slowly bent down, and placed the calcium carbide lamp on the ground in front of him.

Then, he straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the face of the wax statue with a frozen expression of pain and a dimly shadowed face.

Around him, one after another red fire crows condensed.

Since Count Puiver clearly showed his malice and allowed himself and others to enter the depths of the dungeon with many dangerous creatures, and replaced them with ordinary people, who had already died before, there was no need to be polite to this member of the Sauron family and the master of the Red Swan Castle!

Lumian's current plan is to burn these wax figures directly, which may help him digest the potion, second, to clear some hidden dangers in advance, so that the wax figures will not come back to attack him at a critical moment, and third, to set a surprise fire to disturb the secret layout of the Count of Puiver, so that he can doubt this, doubt that, and create chaos for subsequent exploration.

Chaos has a chance!

Whoosh, the crimson flame crows flew out, each running to the head of a different wax figure.

After releasing the two batches of fire crows, Lumian squatted down on one knee and pressed his hands to the ground.

Two fiery snakes leaped out of his palms, snaking forward, rapidly expanding, and each rushing into the pile of wax figures on one side.

There was a boom and a loud bang, and a large number of wax figures had their heads blown open, and the soles of their feet were set on fire, and they were trapped in a cage of crimson flames.

On their bodies, the flesh-white wax melts quickly, or drips down like water, or softens and peels off, becoming extremely fragile under the double erosion of explosion and burning.

Syllable!

The facial "muscles" of one of the wax figures fell off completely, revealing a new face.

That's a human face!

It was a male human who had lost his eyes and had died a long time ago with pain on his face!

Silently, more wax figures softened and cracked.

Inside, without exception, there is a human corpse.

The corpses were male and female, some with exposed flesh and skin, some with their heads and bodies stitched together as if they had been stitched together after death, and some with open bellies and tangled intestines filled with white wax.....

What they all have in common is that their expressions are very painful, and they seem to have experienced something terrible or witnessed the deepest and deepest nightmares in their lives.

Lumian watched as the molten ash turned into drops of viscous liquid, sliding down the stiff faces of the dead humans, like tears of relief as they faced the flames of incineration.

The model inside is actually a real person...... Lumian is also a person who has seen many horror scenes, and he still can't help but tense his body at the moment, instinctively repulsing and fearing.

He finally knew where the ordinary people who had gone mad and self-harming in the nightmare of Roswanstein Castle had gone.

Lumian stood up with the calcium carbide lamp, and a large number of crimson flames on his body swelled out, turning into "shooting stars" and flying to every corner of the wax room, turning it completely into a sea of flames.

The flesh-white wax also began to burn, and they catalyzed each other, and there was no more place without fire.

Lumian's eyes shone with a crimson glow and sticky wax tears on his pale face.

He didn't close his eyes and watched intently.

At this moment, he had a new understanding of his own fire, and the originally vague third acting rule instantly became clear:

The "arsonist" is destroying and bringing disaster!

And the "arsonist" can choose who to give the disaster and who to destroy.

Lumian wants the followers of the evil gods and the sick who have gone "crazy" and can only harm others to be burned by the flames!

After unifying a large number of previous acts into this code, Lumian felt unusually clearly that his "arsonist" potion had been completely digested, and he could even hear the illusory sound of shattering.

The sound of plopping sounded one after another, and the corpses that had lost their ash fixation fell to the ground one after another, and they burned even more fiercely on top of each other.

Suddenly, at the exit opposite the wax figure's room, the wooden door creaked open.

The "wax man" with a thick beard like a humanoid lion appeared in Lumian's eyes.

His iron-black eyes were illuminated red by the flames that rushed to the ceiling, and his voice asked in an illusory voice:

"You, why, want to burn my wax figure?"

Lumian didn't answer, and directly turned on the black mark on his right shoulder.

"Spiritual Shuttle"!

There was a flash of light in his clothes, and his figure suddenly disappeared, quickly outlining the side of the "wax man".

Almost at the same time, Lumian opened his mouth:

"Hah!"

A yellowish, almost gaseous glow flew out of his mouth and landed on the head of the wax man.

The body of the "wax man" in the gray and black robe shook obviously, as if he had temporarily lost his center of gravity, but he was not completely unconscious, but more like he had suffered a "spiritual piercing", and was in a state of shock caused by some kind of pain.

Lumian did not rely on the "Hum Ha Technique", raised his left palm, which had been prepared, and slapped a red and compressed fireball into the mouth and nose of the "wax man" in the way of "injecting fire".

The whitening fireball swirled into the target's mouth and nostrils, eroding his brain.

Bang!

The blazing white fireball exploded from the inside out, and Lumian saw the head of the "wax man" swell rapidly and then explode.

Fragments of flesh and blood with a little flame erupted, and Lumian, who had been prepared, blocked the calcium carbide lamp in his right palm in front of his face, and the back of his hand was covered with blood.

plopped, and the "wax man", who was only half a head smaller, shook and fell to the ground backwards.

Lumian, who was still preparing a series of attacks, was stunned for two seconds, but he didn't expect it to be solved like this.

He also thought that this mysterious "wax man" would be very difficult, and he was ready to "teleport" and escape immediately if the situation was wrong.

You must know that the wax figure that came to life last time was stronger than the "wax figure", just being seen by that monster, Lumian was physically and mentally suppressed, and almost didn't dare to resist.

Is it that he has a special ability to make wax figures, but he is not very powerful, or does he need to use some kind of power in the dungeon of the Sauron family to create those wax figures of dangerous rashes, and this time my attack was too swift to give him time to react, and he died on the spot before he could borrow the power? Lumian looked down at the "wax man" and examined his condition.

In the depths of the dungeon, in a hall with many white candles burning quietly.

Puifer sitting in the corner. Sauron suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the bronze coffin in the center of the hall.

Around the coffin, many candles were strangely extinguished without warning.

This...... Puiver stood up, his expression slightly distorted.

At the exit of the wax room, Lumian saw a little red light emanating from the wax man's body.

They first rushed to the head, but the "wax man" was only left with the broken half of his head, so they moved to the heart position, but they could not fall anywhere.

Slightly surprised, Lumian tore through the gray and black robes on the surface of the "wax man's" body, leaving his chest exposed.

There was a dark and hideous wound there, and the place where the heart should have been stored was empty!

The heart is gone....... Eloth just said that the hearts of the members of the Sauron family are going to be sent to the depths of the underground palace...... Lumian vaguely grasped the reason why the "wax man" was terrifying and vulnerable.

Eventually, the crimson light condensed into an illusory mass with many furrows, like shrunken blood-colored brains.

Unsure of what this thing was equivalent to, Lumian collected some of its blood and that of the Wax Figurer, and left.

The flames in the room were still crackling, but they didn't know what was affected and never spread.

Inside the hall of the stone pillar where the black giant spider was fighting.

Albus and Eloth saw Lumian come back with a yellowish calcium carbide lamp.

Almost at the same time, they spotted a trail of blood on Lumian's body.

"You killed the poet?" Albus asked amusedly.

Lumian shook his head and replied calmly:

"I killed the wax figure."