Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

www.NovelMTL.com, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Lord of the Mysteries 2 Ring of Fate!

Following the chanting of the three-stage honorable name, a faint gray mist emerged around Lumian, filled with disturbing feelings.

Then the orange candlelight was dyed a bluish color, illuminating the whole altar in a gloomy and secluded manner.

At this moment, Lumian's thoughts seemed to become dull, and he felt the flesh and blood under his skin itching, as if something was about to come out.

Faintly, the gaze from the infinite height reappeared.

Lumi calmed down and continued to pray.

According to Ms. "Magician"'s narration, combined with the sacrificial knowledge in Aurora's witchcraft notes, he read in Hermes language: "I pray to you;

"I pray that you will remove the curse from me..."

Frankly speaking, Lumian really wanted to directly ask that great being to bless him for a year, so as to protect him from any harm, but this was obviously impossible, and to deal with the threat posed by the ghost of Montsouris, he I haven't mastered the relevant Hermes words yet, so I can only use the curse on my body to refer to it more vaguely.

At the end of the ceremony, Lumian began to borrow power from the herbs in the altar.

In the next second, his vision became blurred, as if an angel with twelve pairs of wings of light appeared in front of him.

The angel descended from a high place, opened his arms, and embraced Lumian in his arms.

The pairs of wings condensed by light then closed together, wrapping them layer by layer.

Lumian suddenly woke up, and saw that the blue candle had turned orange at some point.

Recalling the experience just now, he seemed to have had a fantasy dream, and couldn't help but whispered to himself: "I saw an angel just now? That great existence asked the angel beside her to bless me and help me eliminate the curse?"

Before today, Lumian had only heard descriptions of angels in the sermons of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church, but he never thought that he would be embraced by an angel one day.

Lumian became more and more in awe of the mysterious organization code-named by Tarot cards, and the great existence that sealed the pollution in his body.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of half of his heart: If the ghost of Montsouri is really a curse, then there should be no problem now, one can only wander back to the bottom of Trier, even the "eternal fierce" The ghosts that the clerics of the "Yang" church dare not touch, how can they be compared with angels?

Of course, half of Lumián's heart is still in suspense, because what he prayed for was to remove the curse. What if the ghost of Montsouris didn't kill people with a curse?

He waited until midnight, but still did not receive a reply from the "magician".

He didn't dare to sleep, so he lay on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the various noises from the chaotic streets subsided. Lumian heard the faint chirping of insects in the distance, and the sound of even more distant sirens.

Suddenly, he felt that his body became heavy and his breathing became difficult, as if someone had completely wrapped his body with a quilt and pressed him inside.

not good! Lumian struggled to get up, possibly with only two arms moving.

He can't even open his eyes!

Even the arm seemed to be held down by someone, and it was very difficult to lift a few centimeters.

In the next second, Lumian's body became cold, and his nose felt wet, as if he had been packed in a sack and sank to the depths of the river.

His breathing was stagnant, his chest felt tight and painful, and his thoughts slowed down.

An idea flashed through Lumian's mind, who tried his best to resist ineffectively, that is to enter a state of meditation and activate the black thorn symbol on his chest.

A moment later, he dropped the idea again.

One is that it is likely to make him lose control, and the other is that the ghost of Montsouri has nothing to do with the hidden existence named after fate, and may not be deterred by the black thorn symbol.

Unless there is no other choice and only one step away from death, Lumian will not try this seemingly useless and life-threatening method.

His lips and nose became icy cold, as if being forcibly held down by invisible hands.

Coupled with the feeling of drowning, Lumian couldn't breathe at all, and his lungs were about to explode.

Words such as "Hunter", "Provocateur", "Dancer", "Pollution", "Seal", "Fallen Mercury" flashed through Lumian's mind one after another, and they were constantly combined into ideas and scattered.

"Fallen Mercury"...

"Fallen Mercury!" Finally, Lumian had inspiration and struggled to move his gloved left palm to the side.

He had just put the evil dagger in the most convenient place to grab it to deal with possible accidents.

A few seconds later, Lumian, who opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe, touched the handle of "Fallen Mercury" and lifted the silver-black short knife.

At this time, "Fallen Mercury" was not wrapped in black cloth strips, and the patterns on it were layered on top of each other, making people dizzy.

Using all his strength, Lumian raised his shoulders little by little, bent his arms, and stabbed "Fallen Mercury" above his body.

Without any hesitation, Lumian gritted his teeth and bent his arms towards his body following the downward pressure. With a puff, he inserted "Fallen Mercury" into his left waist.

The red blood then overflowed, staining the blade of "Fallen Mercury" red, and the illusory mercury droplets representing the fate of "being burned by flames" entered Lumian's body.

The pain stimulated Lumian's oxygen-deprived brain to wake up a lot. His eyes were dark, and the mysterious river composed of countless mercury-colored complex symbols emerged.

This represents his own destiny.

Regardless of choosing carefully, Lumian set his sights on the lower reaches of the Illusory River, on a river channel that was about to swallow other tributaries.

Immediately afterwards, he infused his own spirituality into "Fallen Mercury", allowing it to pry the corresponding mercury-colored complex symbol formed by the self-winding of the river.

In the next second, Lumian saw himself lying on the bed, his face turned purple, and he looked close to death.

The mercury symbols shrank suddenly, solidified into drops of water, and penetrated into the blade of "Fallen Mercury". Almost at the same time, Lumian felt that his whole body became lighter, and he no longer had the feeling of drowning and suffocation, while being surrounded by pain, he hummed uncontrollably.

Clumps of flames erupted from his body surface, and his skin was scorched black inch by inch.

He just exchanged his fate of being "attacked by the ghost of Montsouris" with the "suffering from the flames" stored in "Fallen Mercury", and he successfully got rid of the state of being slightly weak even when struggling, and no longer suffered attacks!

"Fallen Mercury" can stab others, as well as Lumian himself, changing some of his unwanted fates! He was thus set on fire, and felt again the pain of fighting the flame monster.

Lumian, who had been prepared for a long time, turned over and rolled under the bed.

In the thumping sound, he rolled back and forth, suppressing the flames on his body.

After a while, it is unknown whether Lumian's strategy had an effect, or the flame brought by the exchange of fate burned to the end, or both, he was no longer surrounded by red flames.

But his clothes had been burnt to tatters, his body surface was covered with large charred black marks, his nose was crumbling and was about to fall off, and his hair smelled like a lake, which was much less.

Lumian tried his best to keep his eyes open and gather his energy so as not to faint.

As time went by, he felt that his vitality was passing away quickly.

He struggled to hold on, relying on his chest to swallow the breath.

After an unknown amount of time, Lumian's ear finally rang a bell that was extremely beautiful to him.

when! when! when!

The bell representing six o'clock in the morning of Trier time echoed in the chaotic streets and surrounding areas, and wisps of morning light emerged from the sky.

Lumian suddenly became sober and no longer felt pain.

His physical and mental state has been reset!

Phew... Lumian exhaled, turned over and stood up, looked in front of him, and saw that the linen shirt and dark trousers he wore last night had been burnt to the point where only a few rags remained, and his skin condition had completely returned to normal.

He couldn't help sighing when he was already in a financial crisis: I have to mend a suit of clothes, which is another expense!

"It doesn't look like a curse..." Lumian changed his clothes, walked out of the room, and washed his face with tap water in the bathroom.

He then looked in the mirror and found that part of his hair had become shorter, and part of it had lost the golden color dyed on the surface. These external things cannot be reset.

After washing, Lumian returned to Room 207, and was surprised to see an extra letter in the room.

The paper folded into cubes was lying quietly on the wooden table.

Lumian muttered uncontrollably, "Is it too early to reply at this point?

"Didn't sleep last night, just got home?"

Shaking his head, Lumian walked over and started the "Magician" reply. The words on the letter were scrawled and messy, and it could only be vaguely seen that it belonged to the lady: "Well done, let's get in touch with Mr. K more and show his irrational and fanatical side until he preaches to you and invites you to join us. The organization he belongs to." One, die in front of it, kill it with the pollution in your body, and avenge those who died.

"Second, use your short knife to exchange the fate of 'encountering the ghost of Montsouris'. Haven't you thought that the short knife can also be used on yourself?

"Three, live in the church of a certain church and never go out again."

PS: Ask for a double monthly ticket~