The majestic voice of Thermipolos echoed in Lumian’s ears:
"Yes."
Lumian immediately laughed.
He said in a sarcastic tone:
“In other words, Aurore and everyone in the village died just to bring you to earth?
"Why should I help you get rid of the seal? If you are an angel who has become a gift, I can completely steal your power again and again through the ritual just now, under the watchful eye of that great being, until I also have the destiny path. As an angel, I will resurrect Aurore myself and return everyone to the state before Kordu Village was destroyed. How weak will you be by then?
"If you have the corresponding extraordinary characteristics, then I can wait until I also become an angel of the hunter path, and master the destiny power that is slightly equal to yours, and prepare enough helpers, then I can release you, defeat you, and subdue you. , forcing Valence to resurrect Aurore.
No, I should be able to do it myself, and I will make you suffer eternal torment until the end of time.
"I was originally not very interested in obtaining the gift of destiny, but I know that the ritual is to let you
, the scene on my body. "
I begin to expect that all your strength and pride will be transferred to me. The more Lumian talks, the more excited he becomes, "provocation."
"The potion seems to be digested a little more."
Thermipolos' tone did not change, as if he was not affected.
"I have seen many extraordinary people in the starry sky, and I have also seen countless ethnic groups who have been favored by the Lord and received gifts. Most of them cannot enter the gate of divinity, because if they take one step forward, their bodies and spirits will be destroyed. Complete collapse.
"And there are countless dangers on the way to pursue divine power. Are you sure you can really become an angel?"
"You should know that this is no longer a question of a few millionths. A few millionths is not enough to describe the difficulty of obtaining the status of an angel.
"If you die on the road to transcendence, Aurore Lee will also die completely, and the seal based on your body will be naturally lifted, and I can also get out of the predicament."
Lumian raised his head slightly and laughed.
This echoes in the hollow of the quarry, highlighting the silence and depression of the underground.
"If that's the case, why don't you wait patiently for me to die?" Lumian held the carbide lamp and walked outside the hollow of the quarry. As he walked, he showed an indescribable smile. I don't care about you. What do you want to do, what goal do you hope to achieve, are you a good person or a bad person? All I know is that Aurore and everyone in Kordu Village died because of you. "
He paused and smiled slightly twisted and crazy: "In this matter, someone has to pay the price for it. Guillaume, Benet you. Even the Lord in your mouth!"
Thermipolos said no more. The majestic voice that echoed in the hollows of Lumian's heart, brain, blood vessels, and bone marrow cavity completely disappeared.
Lumi gasped for breath as he walked in the dark underground carrying a carbide lamp.
Although the conversation just lasted only a few minutes, it made him feel like he had exhausted all his strength.
In his previous understanding, pollution was pollution, at most equal to the power given by the evil god. He never thought that there was an angel sealed in his body!
In the ruins of Kordu Village, on the top of the bloody mountain, the body of the three-headed, six-armed giant that makes people lose control when they see it is just a thing made to carry the descending angel. It is unknown how far away it is from the real angel.
Separation, and it has already given Lumian the true feeling that he dare not look directly, cannot resist, and will never be able to defeat.
Lumian had to admit that Thermipolos' words were very tempting.
If he hadn't kept in mind that all these were caused by those house fires, he might have chosen to give it a try. In his opinion, believing in the "Eternal Scorching Sun", the "God of Steam and Machinery", and the one who regards fate as his There is no essential difference in the hidden existence of names. At best, it means losing oneself.
Lumian, who had just calmed down, suddenly became alert, ducked into a gap next to him, and covered the carbide lamp with gravel.
A few seconds later, three hurried footsteps passed through the tunnel next door and disappeared into the depths of darkness.
People come and go in Trier underground. Lumian waited patiently for two minutes, took out the electric corpse lamp, and returned to the tunnel leading to the upper level.
After being interrupted like this, he calmed down a lot and thought of a question:
Since the pollution in his body is caused by the angel Thermipolos in the realm of destiny, why did his ritual of praying for blessings succeed in the end?
Thermipolos is not a pure force without self-awareness, and will respond automatically. He can refuse to grant the gift if the ritual is correct.
"Could it be that he couldn't even refuse to respond to the ceremony and was sealed to such an extent? Thinking of this, Lumian suddenly understood why Termipoulos was in a hurry to get out of trouble.
According to Ms. "Magician", every time she obtains a gift, Thermipolos will be weakened a little, and the corresponding pollution will also be reduced.
At the same time, the seal of the great being will not weaken. As the strength of Termipolos declines, it will be limited.
It will become more and more deadly, and once it reaches a certain level, even its consciousness may be erased.
Lumian felt a little more confident and began to reply to the words of Methemiopolos:
As soon as he remembered this, Lumian's head felt throbbing, as if something was about to escape from his brain.
drilled out.
He quickly stopped thinking about it and muttered to himself silently with lingering fear:
"Some knowledge will bring serious harm just by knowing it? If I didn't have the seal of that great existence, I would have died just now, or something changed?
"I was still thinking just now whether I should seize Thermipolos's eagerness to get out of trouble, squeeze out his value and let him respond to those ritual magics to increase the probability of success and the final effect, but now it seems that, Angels have many ways to play tricks on me, even if they are still sealed.
"You must be cautious and careful about things like this. Before you really want to use Thermipolos, you must ask Ms. Magician to review my plan to see if there are any problems."
In this matter, Lumian felt that the vice-president of the Curly Baboon Research Society, Chang "Hela", might not be able to provide effective suggestions. Only the one who could freely enter and exit the cycle and easily deal with the giant at the top of the bloody mountain seemed to have a very high status. The tall magician lady is someone he can trust at the moment.
As his thoughts turned, Lumian relied on the hunter's ability to observe and remember the environment, holding the carbide lamp and returned to the level marked with the street name.
He tried to shout:
"Thermipolos" No one responded.
Lumian wanted to ask the angel sealed in his body if he knew what happened in Kordu Village.
But after careful analysis, he felt that Thermis probably didn't know the truth either.
He only arrived at Kordu Village at the end of the ceremony, and was immediately sealed, making it impossible to understand the previous details.
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Lumian breathed out and took stock of his current state.
His provocateur potion was further digested, almost equivalent to summarizing a new acting code.
"Could provoking a high-ranking person speed up the digestion of the provocateur's potion? Yes, this is still a high-ranking person in the field of destiny. To a certain extent, it can be regarded as a corner of destiny. It is somewhat consistent with my acting code."
Lumian laughed. If Thermipolos hadn't responded, he would have planned to provoke him according to the rhythm of three meals!
At this point, Lumian felt that provoking an angel to digest such a small amount of potion seemed a bit low value for money.
He suspected that there were two reasons. One was that Termipolos was sealed and the danger was abnormally low, and the other was that Termipolos was not really provoked.
Shaking his head, Lumian gathered his thoughts and stopped thinking about things that he couldn't figure out the correct answer for.
He turned back to the chaotic underground street and climbed up the stone stairs leading to the light.
After extinguishing the carbide lamp and returning to the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian saw Charlie sitting on the steps outside.
Charlie was smoking a cigarette butt and looking up at the sky stained with gray mist, looking slightly melancholy.
"What's wrong?" Lumian sat down next to Charlie.
Charlie sighed and said: "Miss Ethan has moved."
"Isn't this a good thing?" Lumian asked with a smile.
The words that came to Charlie's mouth were stagnated, and he said after a few seconds:
"It's indeed a good thing. There are too many people here who know her and know what she has done." 14
Lumian clicked his tongue, stood up, walked to the sour wine vendor, and took out a copper coin worth 5 Indian coins:
"Bring me half a liter of cider."
The vendor suddenly smiled.
"OK."
This time, the wine he gave Lumian was more than half a liter.
Lumian moved his eyebrows, without asking, walked back to Charlie, sat down, and said casually:
"The guy selling sour wine seems to know me?"
Charlie smiled:
"He probably knows you're a member of the Savoie gang, no, the Savoy party."
"Why would he know?" Lumian said after taking a sip of sour wine.
Charlie coughed: "After I told Miss Ethan 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 up to the small round table, waved his short arms and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, come here, listen to me, something incredible happened in the hotel today! You must not believe it, living in Charles in Room 207 became the leader of the Savoy Party and drove the Stingers out of the hotel!
After withdrawing his thoughts from such a scene, Lumian sighed slowly and said to Charlie:
"You're just afraid that the police won't come to see me, right?"
