As soon as Lumian confirmed the situation, he turned around and ran.
The environment here cannot be utilized, and he has no idea what abilities the "blacksmith" monster possesses. What else can he do except run away
Wait until you have escaped to the nearest natural trap and the enemy is hot on your trail before considering a counterattack.
Dengdengdeng!
Lumian did not walk in a straight line, but ran in an "S" shape like a snake.
He was worried that the other party would predict his movements and throw fireballs or long-range weapons at him.
In the past, Lumian could run in a curve, but at certain moments he needed to significantly slow down and reduce inertia, otherwise his body would not be able to bear it or he would probably fall.
But it was different now. He was extremely flexible, far beyond that of normal humans. His muscles and ligaments easily pulled his body to turn a small circle, and the arc was very smooth.
With this skill, he thought that as long as the "Blacksmith" monster had no special abilities, he should be able to escape from the "City Wall" area smoothly.
domain, entering the ruins of a building only seven or eight meters away.
Suddenly, his heart tightened and he had a strong premonition of danger.
Without much consideration or analysis, Lumian just fell forward following the momentum of his run.
With a swish sound, he felt a pain in his back. The evil silver-black dagger cut a hole in his back and bright red blood flowed out.
The "blacksmith" monster caught up with Lumian in just one step and swung the weapon in his hand.
It seemed to condense the distance of more than ten steps into less than one step!
Lumian endured the pain, rolled twice, and finally touched the edge of a half-collapsed building.
He pushed forward with both hands, rushed in, used the walls and furniture inside for cover, and ran out the back door.
Returning to this area, he was like a tiger entering the mountains or a fish entering the river, skillfully moving among the ruins, sometimes going around and sometimes going straight.
In just ten seconds, he arrived at a natural trap that he had observed before. He hid his body behind the roof that had slid to the ground, and waited for the "blacksmith" monster to come.
He didn't try to do the sacrificial dance because he felt it would be too late. The other party obviously had some unique chasing ability.
As time passed, Lumian neither saw the figure of the "blacksmith" monster nor heard any sound approaching, nor did he notice any subtle footprints around him.
“Didn’t catch up?” Lumian couldn’t help but frown.
He was both relieved and felt that the situation was a bit strange.
After thinking for a while, he guessed that the "blacksmith" monster could not leave the "city wall" area, so as soon as he entered the ruins of the building, the other party gave up chasing him.
Considering that he had just suffered two traumas and was exhausted, Lumian decided not to explore any further.
With his terrifying flexibility, he healed the wound on his back and walked along the same path he came from to the edge of the ruins.
After walking for a long time, he looked at the familiar collapsed buildings around him and suddenly felt something was wrong:
"It's already past dinner time. The Dream Ruins aren't particularly large, and you can't walk in a straight line. So why haven't I left yet?"
The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He even found that his thoughts were becoming slow and intermittent, as if he was extremely tired or about to fall asleep.
He quickly gathered his spirits and relied on his "Hunter" ability to identify the road, hoping to escape from the ruins as soon as possible.
However, as he walked, he became uncontrollably dazed from time to time, so much so that in the end he didn't know what he was doing.
After an unknown amount of time, Lumian's eyes suddenly reflected a flickering orange-yellow flame.
He returned to the "City Walls" area and returned to outside the room where the "Blacksmith" monster was.
"not good.…
"Am I, affected by it
"No wonder it, didn't, catch up... ..
"It seems that I can't leave by force. I can only find a way to get rid of that monster..."
Lumian's thoughts became increasingly dull and sluggish.
He approached the room uncontrollably and performed the mysterious sacrificial dance with difficulty.
Since he had to deal with the "Blacksmith" monster, his biggest reliance was the black thorn symbol on his chest, which he had to activate quickly!
In the clanging but intermittent movements, Lumian saw the door with orange-yellow firelight opened, and the monster in a black robe holding a silver-black dagger and a hammer appeared at the door.
Unlike before, the signs of decay on its face had disappeared a lot, and a lot of fresh flesh and blood had grown on the wounds that exposed the bones.
Its eyes also became lively, and it looked at Lumian with greed and smile that were difficult to conceal.
This makes "it" look more like a human than a zombie.
At the same time, Lumian saw his own face reflected in the glass window. It was pale and blue, his eyes were dull, and some of his skin showed signs of decay.
He looked more like a zombie than a human being.
In an instant, Lumian had an epiphany:
"I will replace the 'monster', and it will go out as a human being..."
Lumian had no idea what ability had affected him or when he had encountered the abnormality. He only had one thought in mind, which was to finish the sacrificial dance, half-activate the black thorn symbol on his chest, and make one last effort.
He danced slowly but firmly, but the "blacksmith" monster did not take the opportunity to attack. It seemed to be patiently waiting for the final outcome, fearing that any additional actions would affect the change of its own destiny.
Inch by inch, dancing segment by segment, Lumian's vision became increasingly blurred. He could only tell that the "blacksmith" monster's smile was growing more intense, and it was becoming more and more human-like overall.
After walking a distance, Lumian's mind buzzed.
He heard a terrifying sound that seemed to come from infinitely far away and yet seemed to be very close.
This was not clear enough and was very unreal. It only caused some confusion in his mind but did not bring him a near-death experience.
It was in this chaos that Lumian's thoughts suddenly became clear and his vision returned to normal.
He felt the burning sensation in his chest and knew that the black thorn symbol was half-activated.
Almost at the same time, he saw the smile on the "blacksmith" monster's face froze.
One tumor after another appeared on the monster's face, head, and back of his hands, all of which were silver-white with a hint of black.
The evil dagger in its hand vibrated and hummed, as if it was shaking violently.
Snapped!
With a crisp metallic sound, a deep crack appeared on the surface of the silver-black dagger engraved with evil patterns.
The "blacksmith" monster then collapsed, turning into silver-white with black tumors all over the ground and twisted worms crawling on the black robe.
The worms and tumors soon stopped expanding and contracting, returning to pieces of grayish-white flesh.
Lumian looked at this scene in a daze, as if he was caught by the enemy and had no ability to resist, and the enemy suddenly committed suicide.
After more than ten seconds, he said to the pieces of flesh with a mixture of amusement and confusion:
"You brought me here just to let me perform the funeral rites for you
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. I would have definitely supported you and even applauded!"
He walked a few steps to the pieces of flesh and blood that the "blacksmith" monster had disintegrated into and began to examine them carefully.
He didn't notice anything else unusual, only that the slightly broken silver-black dagger was still trembling slightly, like a small animal that had encountered its natural enemy and was hurt.
Lumian's heart moved and he looked down at his left chest, as if he could see the black thorn symbol through his clothes.
He suddenly realized something, and stretched out his right hand to grab the silver-black dagger.
The evil dagger trembled even more violently, but there was no sign of struggle or resistance, it was very "docile".
As soon as he grasped the dagger, the burning sensation in Lumian's chest became more noticeable.
He felt something leaking out and resonating with the silver-black dagger.
Amid the "humming" sound of metal vibration, Lumian gained some more knowledge in his mind, knowledge about the evil dagger in his hand:
This is an extraordinary weapon that has been severely contaminated, thus gaining power and showing some living properties.
In other words, what Lumian encountered was not the "blacksmith" monster, but this evil dagger, the "blacksmith" monster's puppet, or the "knife holder".
It can cause most creatures that directly touch it with flesh and blood to gradually turn into zombies, completely losing their selfhood, always holding it and doing things according to its will.
Those who are scratched by it and bleed will have a little bit of their fate taken away by it in exchange.
In the process of exchanging those destinies, no damage can be caused to the target.
Just now, it exchanged the fate of the "blacksmith" monster becoming a puppet for Lumian's fate of escaping the wilderness as a human.
If there is nothing to exchange, the target needs to be killed completely in order to remove a part of his fate and store it in the knife. "
This ability comes from the sequence 5 corresponding to "Dancer", "Life Hunter"!
Therefore, after the pollution in Lumian's body was half-activated, it resonated with the evil dagger through the contact of flesh and blood, and some knowledge seeped out.
If not, he could only ask someone to use divination, pattern recognition and other methods to understand the capabilities and characteristics of this silver-black dagger, or rely on repeated experiments to collect information.
After sorting out the extra knowledge in his mind, Lumian looked at the evil dagger that was still shaking in his hand and laughed.
“I actually don’t mind you taking away part of my destiny, but you have to be able to bear it!
“If you can exchange my fate of being trapped in the time loop for yours, I will kneel down and kowtow to you three times without any problem.
"Tsk, hunting for any fate will only harm you!"
The silver-black dagger just trembled, not daring to respond.
Lumian now understood why "it" was so well-behaved:
One was the position suppression from the half-activated black thorn symbol, and the other was the psychological trauma that had come from the previous encounter on this extraordinary weapon with living properties.
Lumian exhaled and said to the evil dagger:
"From today on, you will be called 'Life Hunter'. How about that? Simple and clear, right?"
The silver-black dagger shook up and down twice, as if nodding.
"What a pity. You are just an extraordinary weapon. Your power will gradually fade. You could have been used for two years, but this time you were blind and suffered a serious injury. You can only last for half a year." Lumian said with some regret.
In fact, he could use the ritual to draw power from the pollution in his body to replenish the "Life Hunting Knife", but the prerequisite was that he could find someone to repair the crack.