Lumian sat on the ground, breathing heavily, finding it difficult to even move a finger.
He quietly watched the clusters of red fires on the ground around him swaying in the wind, gradually dimming from blazing until they went out.
During this process, Lumian just leaned forward and picked up the "Fallen Mercury" with his left hand, still holding the iron-black ax in his right palm to guard against possible accidents.
He was undistracted and extremely alert.
Of course, he couldn't help but secretly pray to the "Eternal Fierce Sun" and the great being whose name he didn't know, hoping that they could protect him from any accidents in the future.
After all, in his current state, not to mention that the flame monster was not completely dead and suddenly resurrected, just an ordinary enemy similar to the skinless monster would most likely be able to kill him.
As time passed, Lumian's spirituality and physical strength slowly recovered a little, but the injuries on his body became more serious, so much so that his spirit occasionally fell into a trance and he could not concentrate all the time:
"Hunters' must not only be careful, prudent, calm, patient, and know how to use the environment to their advantage, but also have courage.
“The courage to face an unexpected situation head-on, the courage to never give up when a great crisis occurs, the courage to make up your mind when there is no way out, the courage to seek a way out towards death...”
These thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, making him involuntarily distracted. At the same time, he suddenly felt that the "Hunter" potion in his body had been completely digested:
It was as if some barrier had been completely broken, as if a little spark had been combined with every part of the body.
Most of Lumian's remaining signs of loss of control disappeared, and his condition improved instantly.
He stood up slowly and sighed silently:
“Definitely digested”
This meant he was ready to take his next dose of the potion.
Lumian, who was holding a silver-black dagger wrapped around a strap in his left hand, looked around, staring at the corpse of the flame monster from time to time, patiently waiting for the extraordinary characteristics to be released.
Unlike the shotgun monster that responded quickly, Lumian waited for a full half an hour this time, which made him wonder if the flame monster was not completely dead, and pondered whether to add a few more blows.
Finally, when he was about to faint due to the increasingly serious injuries, a little red spark-like light flew out of the monster's body.
They were like a swarm of fireflies, tightly surrounding the corpse, and then slowly shrank inward, condensing into a red object that resembled a heart.
The "heart" expanded and contracted slowly, and its surface was covered with dense holes, with invisible flames spurting out from each hole.
"Is this the main ingredient of the 'Pyromancer' potion?" Lumian whispered as he leaned down and picked up the thing.
A blazing burning sensation spread from his palms to his mind, making him subconsciously want to throw away the "heart" and get rid of the corresponding pain.
Fortunately, Lumian had been burned by the flame monster before and his skin was paralyzed in many places, so he could barely withstand this minor injury.
He tried to wrap the "heart" with a strip of cloth, but the strip gradually burned and turned into ashes.
Lumian thought for a while, placed the extraordinary material on the ground, wrapped the "Corrupted Mercury" in the remaining black cloth strips, and inserted it back into his waist.
Then, he opened the bag containing the lead bullets, took out the few things left in it, and put them in his pocket.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian dug up the surrounding soil and filled it into the cloth bag.
After half of the bag was filled with dirt, he picked up the "heart" with a subtle flame and threw it in. 26
This was not over yet. Lumian continued to stuff the bag with soil until the "heart" was filled up and down, layer by layer, with the non-flammable brown material.
He immediately exhaled and walked towards the edge of the ruins with the bag in hand, while thinking about a problem he had just discovered:
"I only have Sequence 9, and this is the main material corresponding to Sequence 7 'Arsonist'. I can't just upgrade it to Sequence 7, right?"
"This is going to get out of control!
"I originally thought that the flame monster would release one part of the 'arsonist' extraordinary characteristic, one part of the provocateur's extraordinary characteristic and one part of the 'hunter' extraordinary characteristic, but it turned out that they were mixed together..."
Not knowing what to do, Lumian walked back with a slight stagger.
Along the way, he was extremely lucky and did not encounter a single monster. Otherwise, in his current state, things would have been quite troublesome and tricky. His only hope before was to rely on his strong observation skills and sensitive senses to detect them in advance. Danger, hide and avoid.
After an unknown amount of time, Lumian left the ruins of this dream, walked through the weedless wilderness, and returned to his two-story building that was half-terrained.
He climbed up to the second floor with difficulty, took down the "corrupted mercury", the cloth bag containing the main ingredients of the "arsonist", and the iron-black ax one by one, put them on the bedside table, or threw them to the ground, and then walked on his own Arriving in front of the full-length mirror embedded in the surface of the wardrobe.
Lumian saw that his face in the mirror was extremely pale, with many traces left by the flames, and there were still silver-black patches on the skin on his body.
In his blue eyes, the illusive silvery white was faintly highlighted, entangled with itself, and stained with black.
This is the outward manifestation of being seriously injured and almost losing control.
If he hadn't had a strong "home field advantage" in this ruins of a dream, if he hadn't acquired "Corrupted Mercury" and had the "invisibility" ability, Lumian would have almost no hope of hunting down the flame monster.
He munched on jerky and cheese, fighting the overwhelming hunger left by his possessed state as he lay down on the bed. .
He desperately needed to return to reality and rest for a while to help his body heal quickly.
The light penetrated the curtains and shone into the bedroom, outlining Aurore's desk where many reference materials, reading notes and stacks of manuscripts were placed, as well as the wardrobe full of skirts hanging next to it and the exquisite full-length mirror.
As soon as Lumian opened his eyes, he saw his sister's light blue eyes.
Aurore watched him wake up and asked with concern: 1
"How's it going? Is everything okay?"
She knew that her brother was going to the Dream Ruins this time to hunt the flame monster.
"Successful." Lumian fumbled and sat up, feeling his head was empty, his skin was tingling, and his bones seemed to be broken.
But this was nothing compared to the severe pain that left him dying in the dream.
He lowered his head to check his body and found that many parts of his skin were red and swollen, as if he had allergies.
"That's good..." Aurore breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Nearly an hour ago, you were twitching all over your body, moving your hands and feet wildly, and kicked me awake."
Lumian laughed at himself and said:
"It was really dangerous at that time, and I almost lost control."
"I was very hesitant to wake you up directly, but you quickly calmed down and acted less scary." Aurore said happily.
Lumian's head moved:
"And you just kept looking at me?"
"Yes." Aurore nodded calmly, "If anything happens, I have to shake you awake quickly so that you can return to reality and not die in your dream."
Lumian suddenly felt that the hardship, pain, struggle and fear of almost dying in the dream were all washed away and drowned by the warm current that surged from the bottom of his heart at this moment.
He asked subconsciously:
"Actually, you weren't woken up by my kick, but you were awake all the time, right?"
Aurore smiled and said: 1
"That was my original plan, but I don't know how long you have to squat on that monster. I have just finished my night shift. If I don't catch up on my sleep for a while, I will definitely be in a trance in the second half of the night. On the contrary, I will easily make mistakes and I won't be able to wake you up in time. .
"So, I finally decided to take the time to take a nap while putting my hands on you.
"In this way, whenever you make any movement, I can sense it and wake up quickly. Haha, I did get kicked by you!"
As she spoke, she pointed to her right calf, where there was an obvious bruise.
Without giving Lumian a chance to respond, she asked instead:
"Tell me about the specific process."
Lumian lowered his voice and told one by one how he set up a trap, how he ambush in the middle of the road, how his clothes were set on fire and he couldn't become invisible, so he had to escape into the basement and rely on meditation to fully activate the black thorn symbol.
Aurore listened very attentively, and from time to time she showed a worried expression for her brother's dangerous situation. At first glance, she seemed to be the kind of person who was particularly easy to empathize with when reading.
At the end of his speech, Lumian asked a question:
"How to separate the 'provocateur' from the extraordinary characteristics of the 'arsonist'?"
Moreover, he didn't know where to get the potion formula.
Aurore pondered for a few seconds and said:
"I don't know how to separate. I just heard someone mention that in similar situations, you may need to ask for help from a high-ranking extraordinary person."
"Demigod?" Lumian guessed.
He currently knows perhaps only three people who have reached Sequence 4:
The mysterious lady, Mrs. Poialis, and the one lying in the coffin in the tomb.
Aurore nodded:
"Yes. In fact, you don't have to worry. I suspect that the mysterious lady will come to you soon and provide some help. She always appears at key points in your growth, and this time should be no exception. After all, the cycle is still there. It has not been solved, and the secret of the dream ruins has not been solved yet.”
"Go to the old tavern to find her?" Lumian frowned.
Their agreement with Ryan and others was to try not to go out.
Aurore said "uh":
"Wait a minute, she might come directly to visit."
Speaking of this, Auroer sighed and said:
"For normal extraordinary people, the magic potion formula is not a big problem, but you are different. There is pollution sealed in your body. If there is a slight problem, you may lose control. Still, you need a complete and correct provocateur's potion formula."
"Why don't normal extraordinary people need magic potion formulas?" Lumian was a little surprised.
Aurore explained:
"It's not that you don't need it, but if you are below Sequence 7, you can advance by forcibly taking the main ingredients."
"Isn't this going to get out of hand?" Lumian asked in shock.
Aurore said "hmm":
"In the past few years, there was a high chance that this would go out of control, but in recent years, the extraordinary properties of Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 can indeed be used directly, but it is only about 20 to 30% more dangerous than mixing them into potions.
"Well, this is the conclusion of the investigation conducted by our president, Gandalf."
Why? Just as Lumian was about to ask, waves of familiar singing came from outside the house.
The two siblings immediately looked at each other, their expressions becoming solemn.
Lent has begun, and the "spring elves" are patrolling here.
