In the dark tunnel supported by stone pillars, it didn't matter whether there was a calcium carbide lamp or not, Franka looked sideways at Lumian, and said with a little worry:

"Is it really okay to get promoted with that heart? Although you don't seem to be afraid of the curse of the Sauron family, it will affect your state after taking the potion, which may cause you to fail, in fact, you can really consider Gardner's proposal, taking an extra dose of Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 potions will make you stronger, but just like that, there will be no qualitative change, it is better to choose a more secure plan. ”

The "Witch of Pleasure" has learned from Lumian about what is happening inside the underground labyrinth of Cygwanstein Castle and most of the replies of the "Magician" lady.

While marveling at the presence of the "Special Soldiers" and the frantic roars of the Runaway Angels, she was a little worried about Lumien's idea of using the extraordinary properties of the "Wax Figure" and the shriveled heart of the mutant black spider to concoct potions.

Lumian, who was carrying the calcium carbide lamp, chuckled, "I must be sure enough to do this."

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"Do you have a way to undo the effects of that heart's remnant bloodline?" Franka wasn't too convinced.

Speaking of this, she seemed to have just come back to her senses:

"Where are we going? Don't you want to drink potions, just find a place where there are no people, you don't have to keep going around underground, right?"

Lumian laughed:

"It's just that the destination is special enough that I can be sure that the influence of the remnants of the Sauron family's bloodline in that heart will be minimized."

At the same time, it can also weaken the danger caused by the pollution in his body in the matter of promotion!

"Where is the destination?" Franka looked curious.

Lumian smiled and replied, "You'll know when you get there."

"! I hate people like you who don't finish talking!" Franka couldn't help but curse.

...........

"This is the destination you are talking about?" Half an hour later, Franka asked in surprise and vaguely understanding, pointing to the naturally modified boulder doorway in front of her.

The boulder doorway is carved with a large number of skull skulls, bony arms, sunflowers, and steam-related symbols.

This is the entrance door to the catacombs, with the Empire of Death in front!

"Somewhere inside it." Lumian took a handful of white candles from his satchel and tossed it to Franka, smiling, "I'm going to take potions under the watchful eye of the gods." ”

Under God's gaze?" Franka looked at Lumien suspiciously, wondering if this guy had contracted the bad habit of "astrologer": he doesn't talk to people!

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Lumian didn't explain, lit a white candle and carried it into the catacombs.

As usual, with the usual obstruction of the caretaker, and as usual with self-commitment, the two of them went all the way to the third floor of the catacombs, and saw the two mottled boulders piled up of the sacrificial pillars and the small square around them.

After stepping into the unbelievably clean area, Franka suddenly realized, "You want to take advantage of the special here?"

She had ventured through the catacombs, but had never ventured to the third level, only heard from Lumien that there was a plaza with two sacrificial pillars, symbolizing the "Eternal Sun" and the "God of Steam and Machinery".

Under the protection of these two pillars of sacrifice, even if the candle in his hand is extinguished, the human beings in the square area will not be swallowed up by the darkness, and even the traces of existence will die.

"Yes." Lumian laughed.

He handed the white candle in his hand to Franca, walked to the mottled pillar carved with a large number of symbols such as the "Sun Emblem", the sunflower, and the radioactive lines, and respectfully opened his arms and prayed: "Praise the sun!"

His plan was to use the peculiarities of the catacombs themselves and the shelter of this sacrificial square to suppress the remnants of the Sauron family and the influence of fateful contamination in their bodies.

According to his experience, a large part of this influence comes from the outside world, from the corresponding source, such as the sealed Buddha Munda in the depths of the underground palace. Sauron and the force of fate beyond the barrier.

Without this part of the effect, what remains is the erosion caused by the contamination in the body taking advantage of the temporary loss of balance in the physical state and the change of the seal when he was promoted, Lumian has deeply experienced it in the previous three promotions, and feels that it is completely bearable, because the external help of these pollution will be suppressed and weakened by the special nature of the catacombs and the protection of the sacrificial pillars.

The original inspiration for the project came from the creation of the extraordinary ornament "Beatrice's Necklace", which Ms. "The Magician" said could cut ties and prevent the bounty from returning to the mother, such as the area around the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".

Lumien felt that although the sacrificial square in the catacombs was certainly not as special as the area around the "Samaritan Women's Spring", it would not be far behind, and after the double filtering of the strangeness of the catacombs themselves and the protection of the sacrificial pillars of the "Eternal Sun", the external influence would definitely be significantly reduced.

Moreover, the sanctity of this sacrificial square comes from the blessing of the gods, and Lumian does not have to worry that his act of taking potions here will attract backlash from the surrounding environment.

Watching Lumian praise the sun there sincerely, Franca was a little dumbfounded.

It's really under the "gaze" of the gods!

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But aren't you afraid that you will be directly purified as a believer in Mr. "Fool"?

After finishing his prayer, Lumian returned to Franca, took out a beautifully shaped perfume bottle and handed it over.

"What is this?" Franka asked, confused.

"Grey Amber Perfume." Lumien's expression darkened under the flickering of the candle flame, "After I took the potion, you observe my reaction, and if you feel something is wrong, unscrew the lid and bring the mouth of the bottle to my nose." ”

This thing was originally done by himself, but this time, with the influence of the residual bloodline of the Sauron family, he was also in the middle sequence, he was worried that the situation would become more serious, and he might not have the ability to open the perfume bottle, and if he used it from the beginning, he would subconsciously remember that it was made by himself, which may lead to the loss of effect.

"Okay." Seeing that Lumian didn't mean to explain, Franca suppressed her curiosity and didn't ask.

Lumian glanced at the wide stone steps leading to the second level of the catacombs and added, "One more thing you need to do is to stop visitors from disturbing me."

"Are you stupid to me?" Franka rolled her eyes.

Does this still need to be explained?

Without further ado, Lumian pulled out a crystal-like beer mug from his satchel.

He used a graduated cylinder to first put in the dark red "wax figure" blood, a full 80 milliliters, and then threw in the venom glands of the mutant black spider, 10 grams of amber powder and two white acorn fruits collected more than a month ago.

These materials, which may be highly spiritual or have corresponding symbols, are mixed together, and do not appear to dissolve instantly, but there is a certain black foam that floats.

Lumian then gently sank into his blood, the blood-colored thing that shrunk into the human brain and the shriveled and blackened withered heart.

With a thud, the blood-stained mist diffused and shrank back, all the solids rapidly decomposing and blending with each other, making the potion darker and darker.

The gurgling bubbles bubbled up and burst, and by the end, the liquid inside the mug had turned iron-black, and there was a lot of red rust on it.

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Seeing this, Franka muttered in a low voice:

"Sure enough, the heart of playing tactics is dirty, and the potions are so dirty......"

Looking at the deep, dark, blood-soaked potion, Lumian removed his satchel and military flask and tossed them aside.

After throwing the "lie" to Franca, he exhaled slowly, adjusting his state.

After twenty or thirty seconds, he sat down cross-legged, picked up the beer glass with his wrist steady, and drank the potion without the slightest hesitation.

The potion had a strong rusty smell, and it was cold in the mouth, like a snake creature crawling in the dark, slippery, and cold.

Instead of burning like he had done the previous times, as if he had been burned, Lumian felt chills all over, feeling like all the flames had been sucked away by the potion.

At the same time, the familiar throbbing pain began in his head, and hallucinations quickly appeared in front of his eyes—all his thoughts and information became substance, strung together in the form of miniatures, forming a cobweb that intertwined layers.

This shattered Lumien's brain, and a terrifying murmur that seemed to come from infinity and seemed to be close in front of him sounded in his ears, accompanied by the spread of violent madness.

But none of this was serious, the sharp pain caused by the former did not make Lumian nearly unconscious, instinctively rolling, but his expression was unconsciously distorted and hideous, his hands were clenched, and he snorted in pain uncontrollably, while the latter was completely within the tolerance range of the "dervishes".

Lumian's right palm was stimulated, and he vaguely felt a little hot.

Finally, the burning of the flames came, and this time, it was concentrated in Lumien's mind, unreal, unreal.

In the process, Franca, who was watching from the sidelines, tried to open the bottle of perfume several times, but as soon as such a thought came to mind, Lumian became normal again.

It was very slow to say, but it was actually only twenty or thirty seconds, and Lumian's clenched hands slowly let go, and the twisted facial muscles gradually reset.

Call...... Lumian exhaled a stream of hot air and opened his eyes.

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"Success?" Franka asked subconsciously.

Lumian felt the stinging pain in his head and body, and responded with a smile: "If you don't succeed, you'll already be fighting the out-of-control me."

It was a little easier than his previous three promotions.

"Who knows if the 'conspirator' is out of control and pretending to be a normal person and secretly attacking me......" Franca knew that she was talking fast just now, but she still instinctively argued.

Lumian raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, feeling the pain turn to pain, and his thoughts seemed clearer than ever.

He quickly recalled the events that had happened before, and was keenly aware that some of the details of them might be a little problematic.

This is something he hadn't discovered before.

For example, according to the nightmare, Ellett, a poet who often participates in the game of King's Cake, should have been half-waxed for a long time, and could go crazy and harm himself or hurt the people around him at any time, but not only is he fine, but he also goes in and out of the monastery of the Sacred Heart in question, and coincidentally sees Albus. Medici!