"The power of fate!"
As the ancient Hermetic language was uttered, Lumian suddenly felt that the light in the altar had dimmed a lot. The orange candlelight was shaking violently in the invisible wind and was compressed to the size of a grain of pepper.
At the same time, his chest began to heat up, his head felt a little dizzy, and his ears began to buzz, as if he was about to hear that horrible voice that came from infinitely far away and yet so close to him.
Lumián calmed down and suddenly thought of something:
The pollution in his body was sealed by the owner of the blue-black symbol. Even if he meditated deeply and faced the sacrificial dance, he could only make the thorn symbol stand out and dissipate a little bit of its aura, but he could not mobilize the corresponding power.
Can this ritual now bypass the seal and draw upon the "Gift"
Unless the owner of the blue-black symbol, that great being, has acquiesced!
Thinking of the mysterious lady's confident attitude, Lumian felt a little more confident and even suspected that this ritual itself was mixed with the part of requesting the great being's permission.
As for which part, he did not have enough knowledge of mysticism to guess.
Being in the middle of the ceremony, Lumian did not dare to delay. He just thought about it for a few seconds and then began to recite the subsequent spell in ancient Hermetic language:
“You are the past, the present, and the future;
“You are the cause, the effect, and the process.”
These words echoed in the closed altar one by one. Both the floor and the utensils were noticeably moving, as if countless strange things were trying to crawl out and enter this dream ruin.
Woo!
Black wind appeared out of nowhere and surrounded Lumian. The candle flame, which had been compressed to the size of a peppercorn, suddenly expanded and became silver-white with black.
Lumian once again heard the voice that always brought him to the brink of death and almost out of control, but at some point a faint gray mist had emerged from the altar and gathered around him.
This made him feel something between deep meditation and seeing the "noodle man" dance. He was not on the verge of death, but it was not that comfortable either. It was like he had severe tinnitus. He felt dizzy, nauseous, and irritable to a certain extent, and his mind was also in a state of considerable confusion.
Barely controlling himself, Lumian continued the ritual:
"I pray to you,
"Please grant me your grace,
"I pray that you will grant me the power of 'Dancer'.
"Tulip, the herb of destiny, please pass on your power to my spell!
"Gray amber, the herb of destiny, please pass on your power to my spell!"
As the ceremony progressed, Lumian's tinnitus and dizziness became more and more severe, and it seemed as if countless worms were moving under his skin.
Finally, he finished the spell.
Almost at the same time, the silver-white candle flame with black instantly condensed and turned into a beam of light, shining on his left chest.
Suddenly, a silver-black illusory liquid flowed out and quickly wrapped Lumian up, making him look both evil and terrifying.
He felt as if every inch of his skin was being pricked by needles, and his muscles and ligaments were completely torn apart. The mysterious sound became extremely clear, as if it was ringing directly in his mind.
Lumian was suddenly overwhelmed by the intense pain and his mind was almost blurred.
All his blood vessels began to burn, as if they were burning from the inside out.
This situation was more serious than the near-death state caused by his previous deep meditation.
He could only grit his teeth and hold on, trying his best to control his confused mind and not let himself completely lose his mind. As for other things, he could no longer care about them.
Amid the violent storm and huge waves, he felt dazed and had no idea how much time had passed.
Finally, the terrible pain disappeared, and Lumian felt as if he had instantly unloaded a burden weighing thousands of pounds, or had emerged from the bottom of the water, and suddenly felt relaxed.
He quickly regained his senses and looked forward.
The candle flame returned to its original state, but it still appeared silver-white with black color.
As soon as Lumian regained consciousness, he took two steps forward and extinguished the candle that represented himself to avoid any accidents.
After that comes the one that symbolizes the gods.
He followed the procedure to complete the ceremony step by step. In the process of removing the spiritual wall, he felt mentally exhausted and his body ached, as if he had just fought a fierce battle with a monster.
Not long after, the table was cleared and Lumian began to examine his own condition, and found that a lot of knowledge had appeared in his mind out of nowhere.
This has three main parts:
One part is how to use the combination of dance movements, rhythmic rhythm and one's own spirituality to mobilize the surrounding natural forces and pray to unspecified beings. This is the core knowledge of the "Dancer". With it, Lumian can not only pray to that destiny, but also design new sacrificial dances according to different situations and different gains in the future to "please" other beings.
The second and third parts are instances of the first part.
The former was what Lumian wanted most at the moment, which was the mysterious dance performed by the "Noodle Man". It was directly instilled into his mind, allowing him to learn it on the spot, but he was not so proficient.
With this mysterious sacrificial dance, Lumian can activate the black thorn symbol on his chest when exploring the dream ruins to suppress or weaken the powerful monsters there.
The third part is another strange dance, which does not seem like a sacrifice, but is more like a mixture of sacrifice and summoning.
Using it, Lumian can attract certain things around him, and then use his blood as a price to allow one of them to attach to himself, so as to utilize one of its abilities or characteristics.
Of course, the prerequisite is that Lumian must be able to withstand this kind of possession. Some things will bring considerable negative effects after being attached to humans, and some may even be unwilling to leave, which would be a big trouble.
Therefore, Lumian felt that it would be too dangerous if he had enough knowledge about the things that were "summoned" and knew what problems would arise.
The importance of occult knowledge was once again demonstrated at this time. Lumian urgently needed things like the "Illustrated Guide to Mystical Creatures" and the "Illustrated Guide to Spiritual Creatures", but unfortunately, even a "wizard" who was known for his comprehensive knowledge could not know so much.
Then, Lumian stretched his body and found that his flexibility had indeed been greatly improved.
Although he cannot reach the level of the "Noodle Man", a mutant monster with reorganized organs, he is better than almost all normal humans and can dance that mysterious sacrificial dance.
Bang! Lumian kicked backwards and easily hit the back of his head.
He nodded with satisfaction and muttered to himself:
"Yes, I can now do many moves that I couldn't do before. The Hunter's fighting ability has also become much stronger as a result."
Lumian attempted to perform the mysterious dance, adapting his body to the new movements, hoping to shorten the time it took to complete a section.
Sometimes his voice was sonorous and powerful, as if he was fighting, and sometimes it was gentle and slow, as if he was expressing something, but both were very rhythmic.
As he danced, Lumian's spirituality began to spread outwards and merged with certain natural forces around him.
Gradually, his thoughts began to focus, his spirit became calm, and he entered into a kind of ethereal and wonderful state.
This allowed him to sense all sorts of subtle things around him, as if he had opened his spiritual vision.
At the same time, he seemed to be connected to the invisible power within his body.
His chest felt hot again, and the horrible sound was faintly heard but not clear enough.
Huh... Lumian stopped dancing, unbuttoned his clothes and looked at his chest.
Sure enough, the black thorn symbol reappeared, and the blue-black one also became more prominent in response.
Lumian's mind became a little confused for a moment, but not seriously, which perfectly achieved the effect he wanted.
Then, he began to calculate the exact time from the appearance to the disappearance of the black thorn symbol.
This takes about a minute.
After buttoning up his clothes, Lumian tried out another strange dance.
Sometimes the dance is crazy, as if performed by a madman, and sometimes it is so twisted that it is difficult to describe in words.
During the jump, Lumian's spirituality spread out again, combining with certain natural forces around him and "spreading" to farther places.
In the last third of the dance, he suddenly sensed something strange approaching.
Three figures appeared on the glass of the first-floor window.
They are a skinless monster, a shotgun monster, and a mouthpart monster with black marks, but their figures are very vague and transparent, and it is obvious that only some spirituality and obsession are left.
“Is this a victims’ complaint meeting?” Lumian muttered to himself with amusement after discovering what he was “summoned” to.
At this time, he only needs to take out the ritual silver dagger during the dance, cut a hole in his body, and release a little blood, so that one of the three figures can attach to himself and borrow some of their abilities or characteristics.
Although Lumian envied the "invisibility" of the mouthpart monster, he didn't know what would happen if the monster he killed attached itself to him, so he could only resist the urge and insist on finishing the weird dance.
When he was dancing to the last few moves, he inexplicably heard a series of faint and tiny sounds.
It was as if there were many people communicating somewhere and he could hear them through the wall; it was unreal and unclear.
As Lumian listened carefully, he discovered that these sounds seemed to come from within his body, from the sealed pollution!
After the last movement, Lumian stood there, wondering to himself:
"What did you hear?"
He is now semi-illiterate in the field of mysticism and has no idea of the source. He can only choose to give up. Anyway, this will not be more terrifying than the pollution itself.
After the tiny noises had completely subsided, Lumian, who had practiced two mysterious dances, confirmed that the "Dancer" also brought spiritual enhancement.
Although he is currently still not as capable as those Sequence 9s who are known for their spirituality, he has also broken free from the shackles of being a “Hunter”.
He felt that he should be at an upper-middle level.
"The shortcomings have been made up." Lumian was very happy about this.
He didn't think about what kind of changes would gradually occur in his body after enduring the power of the "Dancer" and encountering the corresponding pollution. After all, he couldn't stop it, so it was better not to think about it.
Rubbing his tired head, Lumian decided to take a rest tonight and go back to the real world to wait for the owl!
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