The pain from the explosion on his left palm almost made Lumian pull out the silver-black dagger that was inserted into the trunk of the Shadow Tree.
Relying on his strong willpower and familiarity with similar injuries, he managed to control his body's instinctive reaction with great difficulty.
His brain was stimulated by this and became clear enough to get rid of the two desires imposed by Suzanne Matisse.
Pain and reason intertwined and swept through his mind, followed by a vast torrent of horrifying scenes.
Those are the experiences that the "Shadow Tree" has accumulated over more than a thousand years, those are the countless fragments of desire that have watered it and made up its trunk, and those are the possible futures of this evil giant tree.
They were linked together by a long river of mercury illusion, drowning Lumian's thoughts like a flood.
Not only were there so many of them that they could burst the heads of any low- to mid-sequence person, but some of the scenes made Lumian instinctively choose to ignore them, choose to neglect them, and dare not look at them, dare not distinguish them.
Just when he thought that his intelligence would be washed away by this vast torrent and turned into a blank sheet of paper, he found that he could actually endure it, as if there was extra space to accommodate countless scenes beyond the limit.
Lumian didn’t dare to waste time choosing the fate he wanted to exchange. Following his sense of danger and spiritual instinct, he directly selected a scene: “A brown-green tree root extended to the bottom of an ancient building, but was directly engulfed by an invisible flame that burned quietly in the darkness and illuminated an area.
"With a crackling sound, the tree root broke and fell into the depths of darkness. Purple flames first appeared on the surface, and then the flames turned into a color that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. It disappeared in an instant, leaving no powder behind."
Lumian pulled back the Corrupted Mercury and tried to pry open this fate, but it didn't react at all.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The not-too-thick brown-green tree trunks flew down towards Lumian's body from top to bottom in an overwhelming manner, like pistols thrown in unison by the soldiers.
Any one of them is enough to pierce the target and get stuck in the gnarled tree roots.
Susanna in the virtual tree canopy. After Mathis used the abilities of "***", "appetite", "greed", and "desire for performance" to influence Lumian without any effect, his green eyes widened and he chose to use the ability of the tree spirit to physically attack Lumian.
What she depends on is the "Shadow Tree", and the power of her corresponding methods is far greater than those of her counterparts who have ordinary trees as companions.
Although she still didn't believe that the sacrifice with the so-called "Cursed Blade" could harm the "Shadow Tree", the opponent's momentum and performance made her somewhat alert, and she subconsciously thought it would be better to interrupt.
It is better to believe that there is a serious danger and make extraordinary responses in advance than to be careless and watch things develop further!
The former would at most waste a certain amount of power and energy, delaying the completion of the ceremony, while the latter might bring about changes she did not want to see and lead to a failed outcome.
Even if the probability is low, we must still take precautions and not wait until it actually happens to make amends!
The flesh robe covering Lumian's body suddenly shrank inward, making him thinner and leaner, and avoiding most of the tree trunk pistols.
Two of them were unavoidable and fell on Lumian's left and right shoulders respectively.
The flesh and blood that made up the robe were like soldiers who had heard an order. They rushed towards the place where the tree was about to be pierced by the pistol, and built up layer upon layer of blood-colored cushions.
With a bang, the layers of flesh and blood were directly pierced by the two brown-green tree pistols, and more flesh and blood rushed in, frantically filling the gaps.
Although the flesh robe transformed from Mr. K's fingers mitigated the damage, Lumian was still hit by the force of a huge hammer, causing his legs to bend and he fell backwards.
At this moment, he felt that the fate of "the brown-green tree roots being burned by invisible flames" had loosened to a certain extent.
The illusory power that pried it open did not only belong to Lumian, but also came from his left chest, from an unknown place.
Lumian gritted his teeth and took advantage of the momentum of falling backwards to pick up that fate with great difficulty, turning it into a drop of mercury and mixing with the silver-black dagger.
The fate of the stored "Meeting the Ghost of Montsouris" was exchanged.
A crisp sound of "pa", and "Fallen Mercury" appeared to be overwhelmed and unable to bear the corresponding fate. Obvious cracks appeared one after another, some of which were abnormally long, some were tiny, and some directly penetrated the blade.
With a thud, Lumian fell onto the tangled tree roots that were entrenched on the ground, freeing himself from the remaining power of the brown-green tree trunk pistols.
His shoulder ached, but he suffered no real damage, and his robe of flesh and blood began to disintegrate, dripping downwards, blocking the pale flowers and brown-green cracks that had opened their "mouths" to try to swallow Lumian - Lumian fell on them as he fell.
With a roar, the red flames leaped up and burned the evil creatures. Lumian took advantage of the situation to turn over and move to a relatively safe place.
It was only at this moment that he thought of a question. While sniffing the mystical smelling salts and dodging the attacks from trees, branches, leaves, vines, roots and flowers, he asked in a low voice between sneeze sounds: "Meeting the Montsouris ghost, a-choo, doesn't mean that the Montsouris ghost will attack immediately!"
If it delays for a while, what's the point of all the efforts just now
Even if the Montsouris ghost only attacks the "Shadow Tree" after four or five minutes, Lumian feels that he has no hope. By then, the preparations for the ceremony must have been completed, and the sacrifice must have begun for quite some time. Under the watchful eye of the evil god "Mother Tree of Desire", and based on the characteristics that the Montsouris ghost has shown before, it will most likely choose to wait for a while before coming again.
Thermopolos's majestic, layered voice echoed in Lumian's body and ears once again: "It is coming. This is destiny."
At the virtual treetops, Susanna no longer attacked Lumian. With the help of the Shadow Tree, she remotely ordered Charlotte to control the sacrifice while sinking her consciousness into the giant brown-green tree, looking for possible problems caused by the previous attack of the silver-black dagger.
Discover it earlier, solve it earlier, and advance the sacrificial ceremony earlier!
After hearing what Thermipoulos said, Lumian couldn't help but ask again: "Can the ghost of Montsouris really destroy the "Shadow Tree"? " Although both are evil creatures, this giant tree that has been rooted in Trier for more than a thousand years, nourished by countless desires, and associated with the hidden evil god obviously makes people feel that it is higher in status, more terrifying, and more evil. Thermipoulos's voice sounded deep: "No.
"But it can affect the Shadow Tree to a certain extent, giving you a chance to escape from here."
As soon as Thermiporos finished speaking, Lumian saw a dark shadow suddenly appear from the side.
It has a slightly hunched back, like an old man who can no longer bear the burden of life.
The Ghost of Montsouris!
It passed through various restrictions, ignored many obstacles, and came to this different dimension occupied by the "Shadow Tree".
The hunched black figure took a step forward and instantly reached the edge of the brown-green trunk, appearing in the eyes of Susanna and Charlotte.
They instinctively felt threatened, but none of them connected the shadow with the legend of the Montsouris ghost in Trier.
They frantically stirred up all the desires of Montsouris's ghost, but it was like throwing stones into a bottomless abyss, with no echo at all.
At this moment, Lumian saw the true appearance of Montsouris's ghost for the first time.
It is not an old man, or even a human. It is more like a sticky black shadow pulled out of a human form, with a hunched back.
The Montsouris ghost stared at the "Shadow Tree" for two seconds, then moved forward again and stuck to the brown-green trunk.
It suddenly turned into an evil black liquid, corroding the layers of bark.
A large pool of wet black appeared on the surface of the huge tree trunk, which continued to infect the surroundings and expand its area.
The dusty white restricted area was immediately reserved. In a flash, the entire bottom of the "Shadow Tree" was occupied by the black shadow, and all the attacks by Susanna Mathis and Charlotte Calvino were ineffective.
The next second, this world with blue sky and white clouds like an oil painting and gnarled tree roots on the ground began to shake noticeably, as if it had encountered a severe earthquake.
Tiny illusory cracks appeared in different places on the surface of the tree trunk, above the ground, and in the sky. Some of them were slowly expanding, allowing Lumian to see a corner of the street outside through them, and see a chaotic miniature affected by branches, vines, and desires.
"Be prepared." Thermiporos's majestic, layered voice rang in Lumian's ears.
Seeing that the ghost of Montsouris could not be stopped and the situation was developing in a bad direction, Susanna. Matisse showed a resentful expression and recited a spell in ancient Hermetic language: "Son of God who should not have been born, you are the cage of imprisonment and curse, and the evil that erodes history.
"I pray to you devoutly for your help."
As soon as Susanna Matisse finished speaking, the branches under the virtual tree canopy simultaneously "secreted" a lot of sticky black liquid.
This is very similar to the black liquid that is the incarnation of Montsouris' ghost, but it is also very different. It is more chaotic, more crazy, and more evil.
Almost at the same time, from the liquid secreted from the tree trunk, pale and deformed skulls grew out, yellow eyeballs entangled with thick blood vessels, bright red tongues flowing with disgusting pus, and many strange and indescribable things that would drive people crazy just by looking at them.
In the wilderness where Lady Judgment and Lady Moon fought.
Chaotic streets and other places were still scattered everywhere, and the giant brown-green tree began to shake, and tiny cracks that seemed to penetrate the void appeared on its surface and around it.
At this moment, a layered illusory door appeared in the sky.
A lady in an orange dress and with a lazy temperament walked out from the wilderness where Lady Judgment and Lady Moon were fighting.
Chaotic streets and other places were still scattered everywhere, and the giant brown-green tree began to shake, and tiny cracks that seemed to penetrate the void appeared on its surface and around it.
At this moment, a layered illusory door appeared in the sky.
A lady in an orange dress and with a lazy temperament walked out. On her face, there were lines of insects emitting bright starlight and half-bent into a door, crawling around and drilling in and out, making it impossible to tell her original appearance.
The lady walked up to the giant brown-green tree, stretched out her hands, grabbed both sides of an invisible crack, and intended to tear it open directly!