Franka holds
The "Judgment" card was read in a low voice in Hermetic language: "Request for judgment!" The seemingly ordinary Tarot card did not change at all, but after just a few seconds, the Golden Rooster Hotel began to shake noticeably.
The brown-green branches and green vines covering the surface of the building retreated a lot, as if they were afraid of something.
This made Franca's view of the scene outside the window suddenly increase. She saw the sky connected to the blurred treetops, and the clouds were like encountering a hurricane, being blown in the same direction.
As the wind direction changed, countless white clouds formed a huge vortex, hanging down to the ground, stretching into a giant sword of airflow that penetrated the sky and the earth.
The giant sword fell, and a figure stood steadily in the middle of the chaotic street. It was a woman with yellow hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a traditional gray-white knight training uniform.
She is over 1.5 meters tall, with delicate features and gentle eyes, but she has a kind of majesty that makes people submit and obey.
The chaotic street where she was standing was no longer the same as usual. The surrounding buildings, the not-so-wide roads, and the vendors and pedestrians who were collectively immersed in various desires were separated into sections and scattered throughout the strange wilderness, mixed with other streets.
Between them are a large number of gnarled tree roots that have grown out of the ground. They are distributed outward in layers, with the giant brown-green tree as the center. The closer to the center, the denser the roots.
It is precisely because of the existence of that strange wilderness that the several streets occupied by giant trees have not been discovered as abnormal by outsiders!
Upon seeing the short but majestic yellow-haired lady arrive, Franca visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
She held
"Judgment" and
The two cards, “Two of Cups”, blurt out from the heart: “Praise the Fool!
"Praise the 'Judge' Lady!" is called
As soon as the "Judgement" lady landed, she looked to the side of the giant brown-green tree. A cradle-style dark red open carriage had been parked there at some point, and the two tall creatures with goat horns, pitch-black bodies, and burning dark flames, who looked like demons, were pulling the carriage.
Sitting in the carriage was a woman wearing a light veil and a loose white robe. Her belly was slightly protruding, and her whole body was filled with a tangible maternal glow.
"Mrs. Moon"! The weird wilderness is hers
"The other world"!
"Ms. Moon"... you really crawled out of your rat hole...
The yellow-haired lady of Judgment's eyes suddenly blurred, as if dyed with a golden color. Through this, she saw the various extraordinary powers intertwined with the woman in the carriage, which existed in different colors and states.
"Deprive!" a solemn voice came from
"Judgment" came out of the lady's mouth. It was an ancient Hermetic word. With a simple movement of her right hand,
"Ms. Moon" temporarily deprived creatures of their ability to reproduce.
Lady Judgment leaned forward, stretched out her palm, and once again declared in the ancient Hermetic language: "Exile!" With a humming sound, the invisible and majestic force rolled into a terrifying hurricane, whistling towards
In front of "Ms. Moon". They ignored the distance and seemed to be generated right at the carriage.
The rosy lips faintly visible under the veil of "Ms. Moon" suddenly opened and took a deep breath. The container finally found an outlet for catharsis, and rushed in.
The "Moon Lady" poured into her body. In just one second, the hurricane dissipated without a trace, and all
"Ms. Yue" swallowed it. With a strong maternal glow, she stretched out her right hand and touched her bulging belly in a soothing manner.
In that world where the blue sky and white clouds looked like an oil painting and the ground was covered with gnarled tree roots, Lumian saw Susanna in the treetops.
After making eye contact with her, Mathis immediately caused a semi-illusory red fire crow to condense around him once again.
The fire crows circled and flew high into the sky, but they could not reach the virtual tree canopy. They could only get close but could not touch it.
They fell on the brown-green trunk, burning it into black spots. Seeing this, Lumian quickly changed his target.
He had previously discovered that the flame had an effect on this
The weird things in the Shadow Tree can cause some damage! One after another, red fireballs condensed and exploded towards the branches of the giant tree, but they only burned them and failed to achieve more obvious effects.
Lumien stopped his action temporarily, while Susannah Matisse was busy with something, and Charlotte.
Calvino had not yet recovered from the burns. He seemed to have hidden in some illusory scene, allowing the red flames in his palm to condense layer by layer, and finally turned into a fist-sized blazing white sphere.
Boom! The explosion sound caused by the blazing white fireball was several times stronger than before. However,
The "Shadow Tree" did not lose even a piece of its skin. Only a larger area of charring and a slight curling of a giant pale flower proved that the blazing white flames were not an illusion.
Lumian's expression was solemn. He took a moment to produce a spear wrapped in white flames in his palm.
He threw the spear at the giant brown-green tree and saw it poke needle-sized holes in the charred bark, then disintegrated into streams of flames, spreading to different parts of the tree.
Seeing this scene, Lumian's heart tightened, and he remembered a sentence that his sister Auror liked to use to describe others who overestimated their own strength and made unrealistic actions: "Like an ant trying to shake a tree." The anxiety, restlessness and fear in his heart made Lumian wave his fists.
His fists were covered in red flames, and with every blow he made to the brown-green tree, a ray of fire seeped into it.
"Fire!" Lumian tried to avoid it.
The hard bark of the Shadow Tree directly hurt its heart. Snap, Snap! Lumian's flaming fists landed densely on the trunk of the giant brown-green tree, as if he wanted to pour all the flames accumulated in his body into it.
Papapapa, after a round of crazy attacks, he retracted his fists and took a step back. Boom! A dull explosion sounded from inside the tree trunk, and the originally charred bark finally fell off with flames.
It suddenly became blurred, as if a dream from the past was lit up by a match. Lumian suddenly felt as if he had become the man in the dream, engaging in a fierce physical fight with a beautiful lady whose gorgeous dress was intact except for the hem.
The strange feeling was so clear and tangible that Lumian felt as if he had experienced it himself.
Suddenly, he felt a pain in his ankle and he woke up instantly. He saw a large number of branches and vines extending from his side, some of which had wrapped around his feet. After successive efforts, the spikes finally pierced through his blood-red robe, sank into his skin, and absorbed his blood.
Lumian snorted, and waves of red emerged from his body, forming a flamboyant cloak of flames outside his flesh-and-blood robe.
With crackling sounds, all the branches and vines were lit up, burning fiercely, and quickly turned into dead branches and ashes.
Lumian took the opportunity to escape, jumped to the side, and cast his eyes on the wound he had just created.
What caught his eyes was still the brown-green bark, but it was a little sunken compared to the surrounding area.
Under the bark is still bark! Lumian's eyes widened dramatically, and he had a rough guess about the current situation: The "Shadow Tree" was nourished by countless abnormal desires in Trier for one or two thousand years. Each piece of its bark may correspond to certain human activities in a certain period of time. They are superimposed layer by layer, with both the weight of history and the subtlety of humanity.
In short, Lumian wants to destroy this
The "Shadow Tree" needs to face the countless desires that have accumulated over the past one or two thousand years, and he just used up all his strength to kill one of them, one of hundreds of millions, billions or even tens of billions.
How can we fight this! It was only then that Lumian realized that his behavior was abnormal: he had been attacking
"Shadow Tree", instead of looking for a way to help himself leave. After exchanging glances with Susanna Mathis, he was filled with fear, anxiety, and eagerness!
No wonder Suzanne Matisse let me go, no wonder Charlotte Calvino didn't come out to stop me despite his injuries... Lumián was always on guard.
"Fallen Dryad" and
The "actor" aroused his desires and emotions, but was still unconsciously affected. He raised his head again, looking up, and saw Susanna wrapped in long green hair.
Matisse kept changing his position in the blurred tree canopy, chanting strange spells, Charlotte.
Calvino resumed his previous actions, walking from one imaginary scene to another in a strolling posture. The clothes on his body, the hairstyle on his head, and the makeup on his face were constantly changing according to the different historical backgrounds. This seemed to be more than just a performance requirement.
Lumian's thoughts raced, and he suddenly felt dizzy and his strength was rapidly draining away. He had never experienced this before, but he had made several people experience it.
Drugs,
The drug used by the "Society of Bliss"! Lumian, who was good at observing the environment, quickly took out the mystic smelling salts and locked his sight on the large number of pale flowers on the brown-green giant tree.
He suspected that the gas that made people unconscious was released by them! A-choo! Lumian turned around and was about to meet him.
The Shadow Tree pulled away. At this time, Mr. K still did not appear. The next second, roots frantically drilled out from the ground, forming a wooden fence more than ten meters high around the brown-green giant tree, blocking