When Lumian heard about the plan of the Blissful Society, his first reaction was that Susanna had made a mistake, something crucial.
What was sealed inside him was not the pollution of an angel's personality, but a real angel! The former had no self-awareness and reacted entirely on instinct. Unless the seal could be removed and it could reconnect with its body, it would be like a pile of explosives with the detonator removed temporarily. Although there was still a possibility of explosion, for Susanna and other evil god believers, the situation was clearly controllable.
As long as they find the right method, with the help of
The environment inside the Shadow Tree, which was isolated from reality, the various arrangements of the rituals, and the evil god's gaze during the sacrifice, could completely prevent the pollution of the angel's personality from threatening oneself after breaking the seal, and sacrifice it to
The latter can think, has a brain, and possesses strong initiative, so it is impossible for it to watch itself being sacrificed.
When the seal is completely lifted, can Susannah, Charlotte and the others really deal with a real angel
They must rely on
The Shadow Tree is the only Sequence 5 evil spirit with a little bit of divinity.
"Actress" has an uncontrollable desire to perform, and a true angel is at least Sequence 2, and can be called a her. In ancient times, she was almost equal to a god, called
"From God", the gap between the two sides is as big as that between a saint and an ordinary person. Lumienne, who had communicated early, did not try to escape from Thermipolos at first because she was worried that this sinister and hateful angel would take this opportunity to make her do something that seemed normal on the surface, but secretly helped her to infiltrate more power out of the seal.
In that case, the final outcome is likely to be the death of Lumienne, Susanna, and Charlotte.
The "Shadow Tree" was destroyed or retracted into the ground, and Thermiporos truly descended into this world.
Now, with no other choice, Lumian had to walk onto the tightrope over the abyss, hoping to maintain his balance.
If he is not careful afterwards, he will fall and cannot be saved. As soon as he finished speaking, the deep and magnificent voice of Thermipolos rang in his ears.
After hearing and rejecting the other party's temptation for the first time, Lumian successfully remembered the existence of this angel, but he never communicated with her again. He could only realize that her fate was related to his own through the abnormal or destined development of some things around him, and that she had not given up and was still making some attempts.
Now, after so many days, Lumian heard Thermipoulos' words directly once again, and truly felt that there was an angel sealed inside of him.
Thermipolos' voice carried a hint of ease and comfort, echoing in his ears: "If contempt can free me from the seal, then I hope they will despise me even more." This is a good environment. I have been waiting for such an environment. Even if you die soon and the seal loses its support, people outside will not be able to detect the corresponding changes and will not be able to stop me from breaking free from the shackles.
"They may not kill you directly, but as long as they try to open the seal and perform the act of sacrifice, I can make the destined fate happen ahead of time, leave your body, and destroy their ritual." Thermipolos said so much, and the implication seemed to be: This is the opportunity I have been waiting for!
Why should I help you? Just wait patiently for the end! Lumian fell silent and jumped away from his original position.
The roots of the trees there cracked, and giant, wet, pale-colored flowers grew out. The petals of the giant flowers bloomed one by one, like the abyss opening its mouth.
A-choo! Lumian sniffed the mystic smelling salts again to shake off his drowsiness. He immediately raised his head and looked up at Susannah in the sky.
Matisse laughed almost crazily: "Haha, you are the stupidest people I have ever met!
"You actually arranged this ceremony without knowing anything. Did your brains get hollowed out because of your belief in the 'Mother Tree of Desire', or did your heads get filled with all kinds of liquids
"I tell you, what is sealed in my body is not the pollution of an angel, but a real angel. Her name is Thermipolus!" As long as you unlock the seal, she will come here and kill all of you. She will break this dirty and tattered fallen tree on the spot and throw it into the cesspool!
"If I were you, I would stop the ceremony now and let me go!" Susanna kept changing her position in the illusory tree canopy.
Matisse cast her eyes downwards. She looked at Lumian and smiled, "Are you bluffing again? You really like to bluff. I got fooled by you last time, but I won't be fooled again this time." On a branch not far from her, one of the windows of the Golden Rooster Hotel, which was wrapped in vines and branches, reflected the figure of playwright Gabriel.
He held a pen and frantically wrote his name on the paper, just like those famous writers signing for their readers.
He was caught up in the desire to become famous because the script of "Light Chasers" was popular. Susanna Mathis further said: "Moreover, we have considered the possibility that it is not pollution, but an angel." So we modified the key links of the ceremony under the inspiration of the gods. You will be the main sacrifice, along with the seal and the angel, and will be sent to the great "Mother Tree of Desire". This will not affect the final effect.
"Sacrifice is not cooking. Ingredients must be made into dishes. All we need to do is send the sacrifice to the gods. As for how to deal with you, the seal on your body and the angel in your body, it is up to the great 'Mother Tree of Desire' to decide." Otherwise, why do you think I didn't actually attack you
That could cause the seal to be broken prematurely!
"Don't even think of threatening me with suicide. I will give you a strong desire to live." This made Thermipolos sound like a precious gift that would run away on its own. The seal was a locked box, and Lumian was the exquisite packaging.
Susanna and Charlotte did not intend to unwrap the box, take out the gift, and give it to
Instead of "Mother Tree of Desire", he planned to take the box and packaging together to the gods to avoid possible huge risks.
After listening to Susanna Matisse's words, Lumienne was neither surprised, nor frightened, nor disappointed or frustrated.
He lowered his head slightly, looked at his left chest, and raised the corner of his mouth again: "Thermipolos, did you hear that? You will be packed up and sent to the god called 'Mother Tree of Desire', and you will not be given a chance to escape the seal.
"I don't know how the 'Mother Tree of Desire' will deal with you, but I don't think it will be a good thing. Do you really want to wait for the final outcome as a bystander?" This time, Thermiporos did not respond to Lumian immediately. After a few seconds, her voice echoed in a low and overlapping voice: "Pull out your 'Corrupted Mercury' and cut the main trunk of the 'Shadow Tree'. It must penetrate the second layer of bark.
Lumian was stunned for a moment and said:
"Can the fate of the Shadow Tree be exchanged?" Thermipolos' voice regained its grandeur: "It wasn't possible before, but it is possible now.
"That tree itself has certain living characteristics, which is equivalent to the mythical tree man who has not yet truly developed wisdom." Lumian did not hesitate. He reached inward with his left hand, passed through the scarlet flame cloak and the robe made of flesh and blood, and pulled out the silver-black dagger with layers of evil patterns.
He leaned down slightly, and with the red flame flowing, he ran towards the
The trunk of the "Shadow Tree" jumped continuously along the way, avoiding the cracks and blooming giant flowers.
Seeing Lumian's new actions, Susanna. Although Mathis didn't care too much, she didn't believe he could really hurt
"Shadow Tree" and himself, but still cautious, intending to directly ignite his desire and create corresponding illusions, so that he would go to a certain flower or a certain tree hole
"Communication." Susanna. Mathis's green eyes reflected Lumian's figure in a flesh-and-blood robe and a cloak of flames, and his eyes instantly became moist.
She had hoped to see the target change direction immediately and rush towards the pale giant flower, but Lumian seemed unaffected and rushed straight to the brown-green trunk.
Under his body covered by a cloak of flames, Lumian held the mystic smelling salts in his right hand and placed it in front of his nose.
The smoke made his eyes water and he could hardly sneeze, but he still
The "mendicant" endured it with all his endurance. Susanna Mathis was puzzled by this. With her status and sequence, even if the other party was holding the mystical smelling salts and smelling them all the time, she should not be completely unaffected.
Normally, given the difference in power between the two sides, it would be entirely possible for her to make Lumian sneeze while he went looking for the pale giant flower and the brown-green crack while he was sniffing the mystic smelling salts.
Of course, in similar scenarios, there is also the probability of failure in exerting influence, but it is definitely lower than the possibility of success, much lower.
And now, Suzanne Matisse had failed to produce the effect on her first try, just as a skilled thrower of the dice had thrown the smallest number without warning.
A-choo! Lumian sneezed loudly. While his mind was still clear and before Susanna could exert her influence a second time, he blocked the mouth of the metal bottle with his right finger and held the
"Fallen Mercury" stabbed
The brown-green trunk of the "Shadow Tree" pierced the needle-sized hole he had made with the blazing white spear.
With a clang,
"Corrupted Mercury" was like hitting an iron wall, unable to penetrate further. A-choo! Lumian, who had just inhaled a large amount of the smell of occult smelling salts, sneezed again, getting rid of another desire provoked by Susanna, causing her to fail again.
Lumian's right hand holding the metal vial was swirling with red flames. It absorbed the flame cloak covering his body and quickly condensed into