Plop, plop!
Lumian could hear his own heartbeat, and it seemed as if some images from deep within his memory were being slowly and laboriously dragged out.
This made him feel as if his head was about to split open. He was extremely resistant and did not want to continue.
Outside the stained glass, seeing that the ceremony had already begun, Ryan no longer hesitated and threw the "Tanago Scarecrow" to Ilia, signaling her to use the seal against the parish priest, while he himself raised the "Sword of Dawn". Under the illumination of the golden flames, Ilia and Valentine walked around to another stained glass, with only a semi-protruding cylindrical wall between them and Ryan.
They did this to avoid the damage caused by the storm of light and not to affect their own actions. With the defensive capabilities just demonstrated by the Saint Sith Church, they believed that there should be no problem as long as there was a certain barrier between the two sides. After all, Ryan would also try his best to control the direction of the attack.
Leah held the "Tanago Scarecrow" from her back and pressed it against the stained glass depicting the missionary scene of Saint Sixtus, her eyes directed towards the altar, aiming at the parish priest Guillaume Bene who was presiding over the ceremony.
On the other side, Ryan held the handle with both hands and inserted the "Sword of Dawn" into the windowsill. This two-handed giant sword made of pure light suddenly split apart, turning into a hurricane in the form of countless sharp fragments and patches of light. The "hurricane" instantly grew larger and hit the stained glass in front.
With the sound of crackling, the whole church began to shake, and the surface of the glass cracked into countless tiny cracks, as if it was covered with countless spider webs.
But it still stood there firmly and did not let them down.
Seeing this, Lai En made a little bit of morning light appear around him, condensing it into a giant axe that needed to be held with both hands. He couldn't use "Storm of Light" again in a short time, so he had to change to another weapon.
With the protection of the protruding wall, Leah and Valentine successfully avoided the aftermath of the "Storm of Light". At this time, the sight of "Tanago Scarecrow" also fell on the parish priest, and the pair of eyes embedded in the brown-green straw surface reflected the figure in the white robe with gold thread.
Suddenly, as Leah arrived at the altar where Guillaume Bene was standing, a faint light appeared around her, a silver-white light with black.
With a snap, the eyeballs of "Tanago Scarecrow" burst open and drops of bloody tears shed.
The parish priest glanced over here and then looked away.
The two sheep walked to the altar on their own, and he recited the next spell with a calm expression and tone: "You are the eternal reincarnation, the destined fate, the cause, the result, and the journey!"
Suddenly, the two candles on the altar that represented the gods grew longer and became as big as a human head.
Inside the church, the sound of wind whistled, and the villagers seemed to have turned into statues, with only silvery-white and black tumors slowly protruding from their faces, backs of their hands and other exposed parts, one after another.
The silver-black light that originally only surrounded the altar quickly spread out in all directions, covering the entire church.
The spherical dome covered with murals became transparent, the high-altitude clouds dissipated, and the crimson moon became deeper, almost blood-red.
The stars on the black velvet curtain were no longer obscured, and they lit up one after another, reaching a brightness almost as bright as the sun.
Ryan's skin turned gray-blue, Leah's face seemed to have countless maggots crawling and buds of flesh about to grow out, and Valentine's face shone like the sun, from inside to outside, from top to bottom.
They were just one step away from losing control.
The "Tanago Scarecrow" was thrown aside and lay there shaking violently.
Lumian felt his chest becoming extremely hot, and the terrifying voice that seemed to come from infinitely far away yet so close to him rang in his ears again.
His head was pierced by invisible steel needles and was being stirred. The pain made the blood vessels on his body bulge out and silvery-white and black round spots were faintly visible under his skin.
An invisible force enveloped him and carried him up from the altar.
The ropes that bound him and the cloth that stuffed his mouth turned into dust and floated into the air.
Aurore was also lifted up by this invisible force, floating above the altar, facing Lumian.
Lumian's bloodshot eyes reflected his sister's long golden hair, hollow light blue eyes, holy yet dull face, and simple yet strange white robe.
He tilted his head back suddenly, and felt the familiarity and sense of déjà vu from deep in his memory surfacing again. The pain that came with it was no less than that caused by those mumblings.
The images around him were cut into pieces, overlapped, and appeared in Lumian's mind at the same time: there was the solemn and fanatical expression of the priest; there was the figure of the man in black robe walking step by step towards the altar; there was the shepherd Pierre Berry crawling to the ground; there was the transparent church dome; there was the red moon and constellations in the sky; there were the villagers with dull expressions welcoming good luck; there was Aurore, whose face was a little distorted and seemed to feel the pain. Lumian's mind began to become fuzzy, and he felt that his body was being torn apart bit by bit by the invisible force, and the silver-black color on his body surface appeared more and more.
But he was completely unable to break free from the current constraints and found it difficult to mount an effective resistance.
"ah!"
Lumian couldn't help but let out a scream. His chest was opening up a little bit, and a silver-white light with black shone out and fell on Auror.
Aurore's eyes rolled slightly at the painful sound.
In her hollow eyes was reflected Lumian's face with bulging veins, twisted expression, and hidden silver darkness.
After a brief pause, she instinctively and stiffly stretched out her hands and pushed Lumian hard, pushing him out of danger.
Lumian stared at Aurore as she pushed him out of the altar.
Suddenly, the horrifying sound in his ears disappeared, the invisible restraints on his body disappeared, and the burning sensation all over his body weakened.
But the pain in his head didn't change at all, and some of the images deep in his memory were forcibly dragged out.
It was like someone was pulling his brain out of his head bit by bit with a hook.
Aurore's light blue eyes tinged with silver and black, her lifeless gaze, her dull face, and her firm and powerful movements as she pushed him away flashed in Lumian's mind at the same time. They were almost the same as what he had just seen, except that the background was slightly different and the man in black was not there.
This exaggerated sense of déjà vu made Lumian instinctively wonder if something similar had happened before, which made him scream in pain again. Bang! He fell heavily to the ground after leaving the altar.
Regardless of the severe pain in his head and the confusion in his mind, Lumian suddenly jumped up and was about to pounce on his sister and take Auror away from the altar.
A figure blocked his way, and the black-robed man who was holding him up punched him in the right face, knocking him to the ground.
Lumian did not despair. With the courage to pursue life in the face of death, he stood up again and rushed towards the black-robed man standing in front of him.
Snapped!
The man in black robe threw another punch, and Lumian dodged instinctively.
He was stunned for a few seconds, then a twisted smile appeared on his face, and he growled, "You are so weak? As weak as Ji Yi!
Lumian forgot about the parish priest and the shepherd Pierre Berry and rushed directly towards the man in black robe.
The man in black robe turned his body sideways, raised his right foot, and kicked and hit Lumian's calf. Lumian did not dodge, but relied on the terrifying flexibility of the "Dancer" to force himself to half turn his body and stretched out his arms to hug the enemy.
Plop! He tripped and fell to the ground with the man in black robe.
The man in black robe swiftly raised his right hand and grasped Lumian's neck, then he thrust his knee up and slammed hard into the enemy's crotch.
Lumian did not dodge or evade. With red eyes, he used the five fingers of his right hand to dig into the opponent's eyes.
"ah!"
The man in black robe screamed as his two eyeballs were gouged out by Lumian. Blood flowed everywhere and Lumian instinctively curled up into a ball. The pain in his lower body almost made him faint.
He struggled to raise his body again, and said with a sinister smile to the black-robed man who was rolling on the ground: "Come on! Let's die together! You coward! Coward!"
He rushed forward again and wrapped his arms around the man's neck.
At this time, Pierre Berry at the edge of the altar fought against his inner fear, climbed up with difficulty, picked up his axe, and ran to Lumian.
Snapped!
His axe swung down heavily, but was blocked by the faint gray mist that appeared out of nowhere, and failed to hurt Lumian.
Pierre Berry used two different abilities but was unable to break through the protection of the gray fog.
The parish priest, Guillaume Beneue, did not hesitate to read out the following prayer: "I pray to you, I pray for your grace, I pray for your grace to me..."
Before he finished reading, new changes occurred around him. The constellations in the sky moved little by little, changing their original positions.
The entire village of Cordu shook violently, and every house and every inch of soil was moving closer to the church.
The villagers silently disintegrated into organs one by one, including eyeballs, scraped mouths, noses, hearts, fingers, and pure blood.
A small number of these things reorganized themselves into different people, some normal, some messy, some missing parts, some with extra things.
Most of the rest flew towards the altar and towards Auror.
Cracks appeared on Auror's body surface, and it quickly disintegrated into countless pieces of flesh and blood.
Seeing this scene, Lumian was completely desperate.
But he did not give up. He held down the black-robed man's head and twisted it hard, breaking his neck in front of the man's horrified eyes.
Lumian stood up and ran towards his sister eagerly.
But there seemed to be an invisible shield around Auror, stopping him.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound from the ground, and the church began to rise. The trees, soil, and boulders outside the village and the houses, furniture, and sundries inside the village all flew over here.
Most of the villagers' organs were placed on the altar and combined with Auror's flesh and blood, twisting and squirming to form a giant.
The giant was about 145 meters tall, with three heads and six arms. His entire body was made up of pieces of flesh and organ fragments. There were cracks all over his body, and yellow pus was flowing.
The head in the middle of the giant, filled with pain and regret, looked at Lumi with difficulty, and drops of transparent blood-red tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes.
Seeing this scene, Lumian's mind suddenly buzzed, and his whole body seemed to be split in half by an axe.
His sight began to waver. He saw the church broken into pieces, the gradually rising blood-red mountain, the thorny wall formed by the twisted houses, the circles of ruins surrounding the mountain, and the various monsters that had to leave the area.
Lumian's head began to ache violently again.
As he watched the tiny rays of light flying out from the giant and the surrounding monsters and falling into his chest, he discovered that the scenes deep in his memory were completely dragged out, and were almost exactly the same as what he saw now.
Lumian suddenly had a guess, and his headache became even worse.
Suddenly, everything in front of his eyes became extremely unreal, and obvious cracks appeared, like broken glass.
This is it! Lumian finally remembered something.
Then, he saw the man in black robe turned into a dark and filthy liquid and flew in front of him, flowing into his left chest.
"Ah!" Lumian screamed in pain and saw the entire scene around him completely collapse.
He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying under the blood-red mountain. The gloom that seemed to be the coming of night had almost completely faded away.
Lumian subconsciously turned over and sat up, leaning forward, supporting himself with his hands, and looking around.
He saw the twisted thorny walls, the wasteland without any weeds, the "dream ruins" on the other side, and Ryan, Leah, and Valentine lying on the edge of a room in the distance.
They were] soundly sleeping.
Lumian suddenly lowered his head, raised his hands, grabbed his hair, and whispered in pain: "Reality is a dream, and dreams are reality? Here is now, and now is the past
"Aurore, Aurore can't be saved?"
"Yes." A female voice sounded in the ruins.
Lumian stared at the mysterious lady and found that the indescribable and uninterpretable strange emotion in her eyes appeared again.
And this time, he finally understood. It was compassion.