Thermiporos's powerful and majestic voice echoed in Lumian's ears:
"Yes."
Lumian immediately laughed.
He said in a sarcastic tone:
"In other words, the deaths of Aurora and everyone in the village were all for you to descend to the earth
"Why should I help you get rid of the seal? If you became an angel through grace, I could have used the ritual just now, under the watchful eyes of that great being, to steal your power again and again until I also possessed the status of an angel of the Fate Path. Then I could resurrect Aurore myself and return everyone to the state before the destruction of Cordu Village. By then, how weak would you be
“If you have the corresponding Beyonder characteristics, I can wait until I become an angel of the Hunter Path and master a destiny power roughly equal to yours. I can also prepare enough helpers, then I can release you, defeat you, subdue you, and force you to resurrect Auror.
No, I should be able to do it myself, and I will subject you to eternal torment until the end of time.
"I was not interested in obtaining the gift of the Fate Path, but I know that the ritual is to make you
, the scene that happened to me. "
I am beginning to expect all your power and pride to be transferred to me. Lumian became more and more excited as he spoke.
The potion seemed to have been digested a little more.
Thermipoulos' tone remained unchanged, as if he was unaffected.
“I have seen many extraordinary people in the starry sky, and I have also seen countless groups of people who have been blessed by the Lord. Most of them cannot enter the gate of divinity because if they take one more step forward, their bodies and spirits will completely collapse.
"And there are countless dangers on the way to pursuing divine power. Are you sure you can really become an angel?"
“You should know that this is no longer a matter of tens of percent or tens of millions of percent. Tens of millions of percent or tens of millions of percent are not enough to describe the difficulty of obtaining the status of an angel.
"If you die on the path to transcendence, Aurora Lee will also die completely, and the seal on your body will naturally be lifted, and I will also be able to escape from the predicament."
Lumian tilted his head back slightly and laughed.
The sound echoing in the hollow interior of the quarry highlights the silence and depression of the underground.
"In that case, why don't you wait patiently for me to die?" Lumian walked out of the empty quarry with a calcium carbide lamp in his hand. As he walked, he showed an indescribable smile. "I don't care what you want to do, what you hope to achieve, whether you are a good person or a bad person. I only know that everyone in Aurore and Cordu Village died because of you."
He paused, and said with a twisted and crazy laugh: "Someone has to pay the price for this matter, Guillaume, Bene, you. Even the Lord you mentioned!"
Thermiporos stopped talking. The majestic voice that echoed in the hollow cavities of Lumian's heart, brain, blood vessels, and bone marrow disappeared completely.
Lumi, who was walking in the darkness underground with a calcium carbide lamp, gasped for breath.
Although the conversation just now lasted only a few minutes, he felt like he had exhausted all his strength.
In his previous understanding, pollution was pollution, and at most it was equal to the power bestowed by the evil god. He never thought that there was an angel sealed in his body!
Inside the ruins of Koldu Village, on top of the bloody mountain, the giant body with three heads and six arms that would make anyone lose control was created just to carry the descending angels. It was unknown how far away it was from a real angel.
It was already giving Lumian the feeling that he couldn't face it, couldn't resist it, and could never defeat it.
Lumian had to admit that Thermipoulos's words were very tempting.
If he had not kept in mind that all this was caused by those house fires, he would probably have chosen to give it a try. In his opinion, there was no essential difference between believing in the "Eternal Sun", believing in the "God of Steam and Machinery", and believing in the secret existence named after fate. At most, it would mean losing oneself.
Lumian, who had just calmed down, suddenly became alert, slipped into a gap nearby, and covered the calcium carbide lamp with rubble.
A few seconds later, three hurried footsteps passed through the next tunnel and disappeared into the darkness.
There were also people coming and going in the underground Trier. Lumian waited patiently for two minutes, pulled out the electric corpse lamp, and returned to the tunnel leading to the upper level.
After being interrupted, he calmed down a lot and thought of a question:
Since the pollution in his body was brought back by the angel Thermipurus from the realm of fate, why did his ritual of praying for blessings finally succeed
Thermiporos is not pure force without self-awareness that will respond automatically. With the correct ritual, he can completely refuse to grant the gift.
“Could it be that he can’t even refuse to respond to the ritual? He is sealed to this extent? Thinking of this, Lumian suddenly understood why Thermiporos was in a hurry to escape.
According to the "Magician" lady, every time she receives a gift, Thermiporos will be weakened a little, and the corresponding pollution will also be reduced.
At the same time, the seal of that great being will not weaken, and will be limited as Thermipolos's power decreases.
He will become more and more dead, and once it reaches a certain level, even his consciousness may be wiped out.
Lumian felt more confident and began to recall Thermopylae's words:
As soon as Lumian remembered this, his head started to throb, as if something was about to burst out of his brain.
Drill out.
He immediately stopped thinking about it and muttered to himself with lingering fear:
"Some knowledge, just knowing it, can bring serious harm? If I didn't have the seal of that great being, I would have died or mutated just now
“Just now I was thinking whether I should take advantage of Thermiporos’ eagerness to escape and exploit his value to make him respond to those ritual magics, thereby increasing the probability of success and the final effect. But now it seems that the angel has plenty of ways to kill me, even if He is still sealed.
"We must be cautious and careful with things like this. Before I really use Thermopylae, I must let the magician review my plan to see if there are any problems."
In this matter, Lumian felt that even Hela, the vice president of the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society, might not be able to provide effective suggestions. Only the magician lady who could enter and exit the cycle freely and easily eliminate the giant on the top of the Bloody Mountain and seemed to have a very high status could he trust at present.
As his thoughts turned, Lumian relied on the hunter's ability to observe and remember the environment, and carrying the calcium carbide lamp, he returned to the floor marked with the street names.
He tried to yell:
"Thermiporos" No one responded.
Lumian wanted to ask the angel sealed in his body if he knew what happened in Cordu Village.
But after careful analysis, he felt that Themis probably didn't know the truth either.
He came to Koldu Village when the ceremony was almost over, and was sealed immediately afterwards, so there was no way of knowing the details before that.
call
Lumian exhaled and took stock of his current state.
His Provocateur potion was further digested, almost like a new rule of acting.
"Could it be that provoking a high-ranking person can speed up the digestion of the provocateur's potion? Oh, yes, this is a high-ranking person in the realm of fate. To some extent, he can be considered a part of fate. It is somewhat in line with my role-playing rules."
Lumian laughed. If Thermiporos hadn't responded, he would have been ready to challenge Him at the same pace as his three meals!
Speculating this, Lumian felt that the cost-effectiveness of provoking an angel to digest such a small amount of potion seemed a bit low.
He suspected there were two reasons. One was that Thermiporos was sealed and his danger was abnormally low. The other was that Thermiporos had not been truly provoked.
Shaking his head, Lumian gathered his thoughts and stopped thinking about something he couldn't figure out the correct answer to.
He turned back to the chaotic street underground and climbed up the stone stairs leading to the light.
After turning off the calcium carbide lamp and returning to the door of the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian immediately saw Charlie sitting on the steps outside.
Charlie was smoking a cigarette, looking up at the sky which was stained with a little gray and white mist, with a slightly melancholy expression.
"What's wrong?" Lumian sat down next to Charlie.
Charlie sighed and said, "Miss Ethans has moved away."
“Isn’t this a good thing?” Lumian asked with a smile.
Charlie paused for a moment before saying:
"It's a good thing indeed. There are too many people here who know her and what she has done. Alas."
Lumian sighed, stood up, walked to the vendor selling sour wine, and took out a copper coin worth 5 copeks:
"Give me half a litre of apple sour."
The vendor immediately broke into a smile.
"OK."
This time, he gave Lumian more than half a liter of wine.
Lumian raised his eyebrows, but without asking, he walked back to Charlie, sat down, and said casually:
"That guy selling sour wine seems to know me?"
Charlie smiled:
"He probably knows you're from the Savoy gang, no, the Savoy Party."
“How would he know?” Lumian asked after taking a sip of sour wine.
Charlie coughed and said, "After I told Miss Ethans the good news last night, I went to the underground bar for a drink and told everyone about you becoming a member of the Savoy Party and taking over the Golden Rooster Hotel."
At this moment, a picture emerged in Lumian's mind.
Charlie took a beer, jumped onto the small round table, waved his short arms and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, come here and listen to me. An incredible thing happened in the hotel today! You will never believe it. Charles who lives in room 207 has become the leader of the Savoy Party and drove the Sting Gang out of the hotel!
Retracting his thoughts from this scene, Lumian sighed slowly and said to Charlie:
"You're just worried that the police won't come looking for me, right?"