The strange sounds that Lumian heard seemed to come from a very distant place, too far away to be reached.

His heart tightened, and he immediately removed the "True Eye", but the sound did not disappear: bang, bang, bang, it was like two stones colliding with each other, and Lumian even intuitively "saw" the emergence of sparks, saw the dry leaves and branches being ignited, and around this fire was a white bone, a dark and dark cave that I don't know how deep, and a howl like a wolf howling outside;

Knock, knock, knock, the leather drum was beaten, and the sound of all kinds of ancient musical instruments echoed in Lumian's ears, solemn, sacred, magnificent, and the picture that poured into his mind changed with itOn the huge altar in the wilderness, a figure with a face covered with beads, a gorgeous crown, and a dark black robe walked up the steps, step by step to the highest point of the altar, and around him, people who painted their faces like evil spirits were dancing almost crazy to the beat of the drum, and suddenly, the sky darkened, A face seemed to peek out from within the low-hanging clouds, and the priest with a magnificent crown raised his head and allowed the beads to slide to the sides, revealing a face full of horror;

High-pitched, long-pitched, desolate voice pierced through the clouds and resounded throughout the land, and Lumian's body and mind seemed to be shocked, and a vast and boundless plateau appeared before his eyes, on the plateau, the trees were withered, the grass was sparse, and the loess and stones were exposed everywhere, and here, criss-crossing a large number of ravines were like wrinkles on the old man's face, separating the dead and silent towns, and a huge river rushing here, mighty and unstoppable, but dyed with a muddy yellow;

The sound of Ding Ding Dong like a pearl falling on a porcelain plate was clear and soft, coming from a strangely shaped wooden pavilion, the buildings around it were burning violently, and there was a burst of shouting and killing movement on the river in front of it, in this soft and pleasant melody, the pavilion was also ignited and began to collapse, but the performer did not stop;

In the gentle and soft singing, women in bizarre dresses stand on the stage, singing with moving expressions, and below are humans sitting around different tables, drinking alcoholic beverages, enjoying the performance in the dim light, outside the venue of what appears to be a bar and dance hall, gunfire is like firecrackers, citizens are killed in the streets, vicious soldiers rush by, stabbing those who are still struggling with bayonets mounted on guns, buildings burning in the distance, and fires rushing into the sky.....

These voices, these images, poured into Lumian's head in the form of a torrent, so that his eyes were bloodshot, his head was unusually swollen, as if it was about to explode, and his thoughts were completely muddy.

Neither Franka nor Jane noticed Lumian's anomaly as they were working hard against Gardner in the mirror. Martin.

First, Franka pressed the black flame into the mirror smeared with the target's blood, and succeeded in seeing the black flame burn from the black flames of the enemy, weakened by the explosion of desire, and the spirit was wounded.

Click.

In the mirror, Gardner was shattered, his figure outlined nearby, and his eyes were no longer in a trance.

At this moment, Jana, who had been moving at high speed and sometimes turning around, to capture the target for the first time, also laid down the makeup mirror smeared with Gardner's blood in the mirror, and pressed the black flame that was ready to be launched in her hand.

In the mirror, Gardner is once again ignited by the witch's black flames, and suffers a deadly curse.

He shattered like a mirror again, and his figure appeared next to the giant black pillar.

His right hand reached into his coat pocket, as if he wanted to take out a mirror, combining fingernails, hair, blood, and other mediums, to cut off the source of the curse from himself in an alternative way.

But at this time, Franca, who was also moving at high speed, leaned back slightly, lifted the mirror in her palm, and made contact with her other hand holding the "torture" fist glove and burning black flames.

In the mirror, Gardner was in black flames from the inside out, and he had no chance to use the mirror magic that escaped the curse.

In this way, Franka and Janena keep turning, one advancing and one retreating, one cursing and one waiting, as if performing a duet with its own dance.

After five or six more curses, Gardner froze in front of a gray-white stone pillar in the mirror, not shattering like a mirror.

He flew quickly and weakly in the silent black flames, nearly unconscious.

Seeing this, Franka dropped her "torture" gloves, pulled out the "gunfire of shelling", pulled out the hammer, and aimed at the target.

Bang!

Iron-black bullets pierced Gardner's head in the mirror, ripping open his skull and shattering his head.

In the mirror, Gardner's almost headless body shook a few times and fell to the ground.

The corpse quickly faded, leaving only a fragment of a mirror that was almost dull and seemed to be painted with black paint.

On the other side, Anthony, who is good at observation. Red notices Lumien's anomaly and runs close to him, trying to "reassure" him, but no matter how the "psychiatrist" tries, Lumien's face becomes more and more distorted, and the blood vessels in his forehead bulge as if they are about to explode at any moment.

"There's a situation here!" After seeing Gardner's death in the mirror out of the corner of his eye, Anthony immediately informed Franka and Jane, hoping that the two witches would have a way to solve Lumian's current anomaly.

But after an instant, the dark mirror fragment shimmered.

The surroundings suddenly became dark and transparent, and the world seemed to be instantly encased in a container made of mirrors.

In the depths of the dark, shadowy "mirror container", something was so angry that the air became substance, pressing it from different directions.

Although they didn't see or hear anything, Franca, Jana, and Anthony felt intense fear, and their bodies seemed to be thrown into an ice cave and froze instantly.

Suddenly, they vaguely heard a sigh, a sigh from a woman.

The black pillar not far away lit up with a dim light, and the tiny snake-like black hair hidden in the void retracted one after another, building a barrier around the square, forming a giant ball of black hair.

Franka and the others suddenly felt a sense of peace, no longer affected by fear, and no longer frozen to the point that they couldn't even lift their hands.

At this time, Lumian's mind still had various voices echoing in his head, as well as various pictures presented, and his reason was gradually eroded by madness.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

It was a sigh from a man.

Then he saw a face, a figure.

It was a man sitting cross-legged in a quiet room, wearing a high crown and a blue robe.

The man's face was like a beautiful jade, but there was a sadness and pain hidden in his eyes that could not be dissolved, and the description was quite dry.

He looked at Lumian, at the pictures, and lifted the brown stick beside him, inlaid with white filaments.

With a sigh, all the other sounds Lumien had heard, and the other scenes he had seen, disappeared.

They turned into a series of terrible screams, which were superimposed as if they were cursing.

Lumian couldn't understand what they were shouting, but the word echoed in his mind in the purest form of knowledge, allowing him to figure out what it meant without having to know the language.

The voices that converged into a torrent were screaming with resentment and hatred: "Heavenly Master!"

At the bottom of the quarry in the deep valley, the hall where the machinery was running wildly had half collapsed, and many members of the "Heart of Machinery" were injured to varying degrees, so as not to interfere with the battle of their teammates.

Claude, the mechanical giant, suddenly stopped moving, and countless roars echoed in his ears.

In the midst of the roar, a sigh descended from above, inspiring a wilderness whose exact appearance could not be seen.

In the wilderness, countless figures wandered, sometimes looking at the sky and screaming.

Seeing such a change, Archbishop Horamic did not take the opportunity to deal with the mechanical giant Claude, but quickly exited the crumbling hall with the remaining members of the "Mechanical Heart", exiting the illusory and vague wilderness.

Claude, the mechanical giant, had a prosthetic eye like a ruby and an emerald, and suddenly dimmed.

As if he had lost his mind, he slowly turned around and stepped into the "wilderness", as if to join the figures who wandered forever.

Halfway through, the mechanical giant Claude turned his head to the sound of gears turning and looked at Archbishop Horamic and the others.

An indescribable smile appeared on the face made of metal parts.

In the next second, the mechanical giant Claude withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

His figure grew illusory, eventually descending into the wilderness, disappearing with it.

In the depths of Trier in the Quaternary Age, beside the gray mist that was as thick as a wall.

The figures of "magician" and "justice" are outlined, and their eyes are locked on the "Moon Lady" who has lost her veil and has a blank expression.

The Lady of the Great Mother's bounty, the goddess-bearer, stood in front of the gray mist, her shadows blackened.

Seeing this scene, both "magician" and "justice" were surprised.

Almost at the same time, the gray mist as thick as a wall expanded, like a heartbeat.

Immediately afterward, an aura of surrender that looked down on all living beings rose rapidly, suppressing all the sighs that had echoed a little earlier.

The gray fog in this area then went wild, spreading in all directions again, making the gray fog of Trier even thicker throughout the Quaternary Age.

"Him?"

"So it's him?"

"Justice" and "Magician" whispered silently, because they were not targeted, so they were able to endure the corresponding negative effects and continue their actions.

The dazed "Lady Moon" was suddenly shrouded in bright starlight.

......

Above the wilderness, Snalner. Einhorn and the president of the "Iron Cross" Dest and other strong people once again put Vermunda. Sauron, the angel who had lost control and became a scourge giant, was restrained, but he was also counterattacked, and was retreating, unable to seize the opportunity.

At this moment, the gray fog that enveloped the ruins of Trier in the Quaternary period rolled violently, as if the entire city came to life.

The billowing gray mist instantly stretched into a spear capable of shattering mountains, and flew towards the restrained Vermonda Sauron.

In an instant, the spear of gray mist burned violently, turning purple with an aura high above it all.

Whether it's Snarner. Einhorn, Dister, or Vermunda. Sauron, at this moment, seemed to see the city in the fog, and his body and mind were shocked, and he didn't dare to resist for a while.

Xuan He's purple flame spear spanned a short distance and pierced through Vermunda. Sauron, the scourge giant who had not yet regained his mobility, caused his chest to crack open and pinned him to the wilderness. “

The purple flames dispersed, and a figure stood up from a crouched position on one knee.

He was young and handsome in blood-stained black armor and had long red hair, but there was a rotting wound on either side of his cheek, and the red mark of a banner stood out from the center of his eyebrows.