The dark green brilliance turned into rays, and as soon as it rushed out, it fell on the old man's chest, and submerged into the loose black robe, like the sun shining on it, and no one could dodge.

The expression of the old man, who was seven or eight years younger, suddenly distorted, and every inch of the exposed skin on his body showed signs of melting.

His breath was rapidly weakening.

Almost at the same time, a vigorous and exuberant vitality erupted from his body, and under the melted and peeled skin, flesh and blood wriggled against the aberration.

The black-robed old man's eyes were gloomy, and the whole person suddenly faded and disappeared.

Then, on the back chair next to the dining table, a blurred face stood out, blending with the brown wood, about to become clear.

At that moment, a rain of fire fell from the ceiling covered with crimson flames, pouring it on the chair with a back and quickly setting it on fire.

Before the brown face was fully formed, it had to shrink back in the face of the raging flames.

Then, Lumian couldn't see or sense the presence of the black-robed old man.

He had barely looked around halfway when Lugano, who was lying at the table, sat up and jumped down, looking at him with a vacant gaze as a wandering corpse.

Lumian chuckled, raised his right hand, and pointed at Lugano.

With this action, a little bit of brilliance appeared in his eyes, as if the stars had descended.

Lugano suddenly came to a void in the night sky, with stars twinkling up and down, left and right.

He stood stunned, with no follow-up action, like a machine that had lost its energy and manipulator.

Lumian disposed of his servant and looked around again.

But all that was reflected in his eyes was the flowing and burning red flames, and there was no figure of the black-robed old man just now.

Lumian's expression didn't change in the slightest, and the five fingers of his right hand opened and clenched into fists.

His body suddenly became heavy, and the flames around him rushed towards him as if attracted by a magnet.

The bottles and cans in the room, the organs from different parts, everything that was lighter, all flew up and threw themselves at Lumian.

On the surface of the wooden coat rack near the door, the transparent figure of the black-robed old man protruded, pulled out of hiding place by an invisible force.

He struggled, but could not resist the inclination towards Lumian, like a flood of wood or a thin leaf fluttering in a wind.

Lumian's left hand had already been raised, and the crimson and near-white flames in his palm quickly turned blazing white with the help of heavy suction.

Layers of compressed incandescent fireballs fireballs fired, and the heavy, terrifying suction disappeared.

Bang, the black-robed old man finally stepped on the floor, but his vision was completely occupied by the blazing white fireball.

Thundered!

Blazing white fireballs exploded into the body of the extraordinary person who performed the strange surgeries and strange rituals, and the sound of the explosion rippled into the distance, but it was blocked by the darkness that bent around the room, unable to penetrate.

In such a violent explosion, no one in the whole ship heard the sound and sensed the abnormality.

Thundered!

The black-robed old man's body was torn apart by the terrifying explosion, and a large number of corpse parts were either instantly charred or stained with open flames, and were thrown into every corner of the living room and dining room.

With the "psychic" and Ludwig as his backhand, Lumian enjoys the authority of the "Governor of the Sea" and the almost demigod power that comes with it, completely oblivious to what will become of the enemy.

It's so cool, is this a demigod? Even if it's just a fake demigod....... It's a pity that when you wait until six o'clock until dawn, there will be no ....... Lumian sighed as he turned his gaze to the still burning corpses.

He glanced at it and found that the flesh and blood of the black-robed old man were burned into char or ashes faster than he could have imagined, just as condensed frost met the magma impact of a volcanic eruption.

After only a few seconds, all that was left in the room was the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, intestines, stomach, and a grayish-white, half-charred brain.

Even if Lumien thought on his feet........ he could see that the situation was a little unusual: except for the brain, the remaining remains of the enemy were all internal organs.

And the evil operation he just completed is to remove the internal organs of others and make them look like normal people to continue to live!

At the same time, the strange ritual he performs is to use the whole set of internal organs to try to piece together the body of the so-called Son of God!

It's all guts, and it's hard not to make Lumien feel a certain association.

"This guy can't have his own guts cut and then live on a patchwork of other people's entrails, and become extraordinary, right? What is this called, human alchemy? If it's true, who cut off his guts?"

Lumian muttered a few words silently.

The stars in his eyes faded quickly, and Lugano returned to the real world.

Lumian raised his right hand from a distance of four or five meters and shook it slightly.

Syllable!

Lugano was slapped by the air by an invisible hand.

He was agitated, and his eyes gradually got rid of the hollowness.

The first thing Lugano saw was the falling crimson flames, which quickly extinguished and did not ignite anything.

Then, his vision saw charred corpses, scattered internal organs, glass jars containing pale amber liquid, and organs soaked inside.

Haven't I woken up yet...... Is this a horror dream? As soon as Lugano flashed such a thought, his eyes reflected the black-haired and green-eyed Louis of his employer. Berry image.

Raised by a female dog, the dream is even more terrifying! Lugano shuddered, and asked subconsciously with a little flattery, "What happened?"

Lumian asked thoughtfully, "What dream did you just have?"

What dreams did you have? Lugano confirmed his current sobriety and recalled: "I dreamed of when I was a child, my mother stood at the door and told me to hurry home for dinner, and she sang nursery rhymes from her hometown.....

"She's been dead for almost ten years, and I miss her so much that I keep walking to the door, but I can't get to ......"

Speaking of this, Lugano suddenly realized that this was not the suite where he and the others lived, and was shocked: "What happened?"

Lumien smiled and said, "You slept until midnight and suddenly sleepwalked, and when you got here, there was an old guy who was going to do you an operation to remove your kidneys and slowly turn you into a patient like Enio."

The more Lugano listened, the more frightened he became, he was still wondering why a guy like Ennio, who had lost most of his internal organs, was still alive, only weakened, and almost became something like that just now!

"......Shh

"That's all there is to it." Lumian gestured to the viscera and grayish-white half-burnt brains on the ground.

Not giving Lugano a chance to sigh, he instead ordered: "Go and bring Ludwig here."

Counting the time, it's almost time to eat that meal in the middle of the night.

Lugano hurried out of this suite, extremely glad that he had chosen to follow Lumien to the Southern Continent in the first place.

Otherwise, if something similar happens somewhere else, no one will be able to save him!

- Lugano thinks that this matter has nothing to do with Lumian, and that he has caused it purely by himself, and if he changes to Trier, he may also encounter strange patients who have lost their internal organs.

Lumian looked at his back, raised his right hand, and rubbed his chin: "Just hearing the baby cry from the Failure Ritual, the Extraordinary One of the 'Cultivator' path will be affected after falling asleep, act in a sleepwalking state, and receive the corresponding orders?"

"Isn't that an exaggeration? This is absolutely oppressive to the 'cultivator' path......

"If that ritual is successful and the Son of God is truly born, I can still understand a similar phenomenon, and now it is still the product of failure, so strong?

"Even with the limitation of range, it's terrifying.... Is there a key reason for this that I don't know?

"Moreover, only the extraordinary of the 'cultivator' or 'sower' path can hear the cry of the Son of God?

Hmm, will the 'Apothecary' path, which is interchangeable with the 'Cultivator' path, be heard as well?"

As Lumien pondered, Lugano led Ludwig into the suite.

Faced with this rather bloody scene, Ludwig pressed his mouth and yawned, "Where's the food?"

Lumian didn't immediately ask, but looked at Lugano instead: "You go to the door and stand guard."

There was a bloody thing in front of him, Lugano could vaguely guess what was going to happen, he didn't dare to face it at all, and when he heard Lumien's command, he breathed a sigh of relief, ran quickly, came to the corridor, and closed the vermilion door with his backhand.

Lumian then pointed to the entrails on the ground and said, "Do you need me to help you cook them?"

Ludwig glanced sideways at Lumian: "Don't you feel resistant?"

"It's all human guts."

Lumian laughed: "In my eyes, this is already equal to the internal organs of a monster."

Then, he showed a self-deprecating expression: "Moreover, isn't it equivalent to cannibalism for an extraordinary person to be promoted directly with extraordinary characteristics?"

Ludwig didn't say anything more, but took a few steps to the side, squatted down, picked up the old man's heart, stuffed it in his mouth, and chewed it.

Bright red blood dripped slowly down the corners of his mouth.

Lumien pulled up a chair and sat down, patiently waiting for Ludwig to finish eating and digesting.

After seven or eight minutes, Ludwig took out the white handkerchief in the pocket of his small coat, wiped his mouth and said: "These internal organs belong to different people, some are extraordinary, some are ordinary people, some are old people, and some are young ......"

"There are traces of human body refining, and the breath of life is more mixed, not pure enough......"

"Will be controlled and influenced by the refiner......"

"The one who was made didn't know that he had ever suffered from it.

"He has a complete memory, a recollection of the past, which is something that ordinary human beings can't do.

"He followed Enio to the boat, wanting to remove the remaining organs and complete the ritual before the other party arrived at his destination......"

Ludwig spoke in a flat, straightforward tone about the knowledge and memories he had absorbed.