In the blood-stained river, a figure slowly crawled out.
For some reason, Lumian seemed to have been shocked, his thoughts became sluggish, and he did not launch an attack immediately. He watched the figure climb to the shore.
It was a strange man with a stiff and gloomy face. The clothes on his body were soaked in water and showed signs of softening. Lumian immediately discovered that they were fused with flesh and blood.
This is a wax figure, a wax figure that has come alive!
Drops of bright red blood overflowed from the body of the wax figure, which mixed with the falling river water and kept hitting the weeds on the bank.
Amidst the ticking sound, the wax figure's light blue eyes moved slightly within the white base, vaguely reflecting Lumian's figure.
Just by being looked at by it, Lumian's mind went blank, as if he refused to look at it, and encountered strong suppression, and neither body nor mind dared to resist.
In an instant, the dangerous intuition stemming from the survival instinct emerged in Lumian's heart, becoming more and more obvious.
Finally, they broke out completely, overwhelming other emotions and states.
Lumian's vision suddenly returned.
At this moment, in his eyes, the distance between the gloomy and dull wax figure face and his own was less than one meter. The five fingers of the pale palm dripping with blood were spread out, and the roots were like sharp blades. Stab over.
Lumian had no time to react, so he could only subconsciously raise his right palm and cover it in front of his face.
With a banging sound, the pale fingers that were sharper than daggers were blocked by the iron-black "torture" gloves with short spikes.
In the areas not blocked by the gloves, the wax figure's fingers pierced the edge of Lumian's palm, leaving an obvious scar on his face.
If he hadn't escaped the shock in time, the blow would have pierced his skull and penetrated his brain.
The familiar pain made Lumian more awake. He clenched his left hand tightly, and with the red flame ignited, he punched the side of the wax statue with all his strength in a fist gesture.
At the same time, he smiled and held his right palm inward, relying on the barrier of flesh and blood to block the retraction of the wax statue's right hand, briefly imprisoning its dodge.
boom!
The "torture" glove knocked the wax figure's head crookedly, and the iron-black short thorns on the surface kissed the hard face, creating exaggerated scratches that changed from deep to shallow.
And this wax figure actually shed bright red blood like a real person, but the wounds at the cracks didn't have any texture of flesh, only the layers of wax were stacked and softened like being melted by fire.
Immediately afterwards, blood-colored thin tubes protruded from the light blue eyes of the wax figure, spreading a strong bloodthirsty desire from the inside out.
This makes it more alive and more like a living person than before.
Lumian chose to "torture" the glove before because it was his most powerful magical item, and the enemy was a dangerous creature that Thermipolos said, so he couldn't be careless at all. But what he didn't expect was that the stalker Not a living person, but a wax figure.
In this way, the ability of the "torture" gloves to evoke certain desires or emotions seems to be ineffective and can only be used as a defensive weapon.
If he hadn't encountered a strange shock just now, Lumian would have taken off his gloves, thrown them aside, and replaced them with a "decent" brooch. But now, with the enemy so close, he could only make do with "torture", but The focus has become "injecting fire", and I don't even dare to use the "Hum Ha Technique", for fear that it will not be effective on similar things.
What surprised Lumian again was that the punch just now actually inspired the wax figure's bloodlust.
The other person seems to be still alive to some extent, with weak emotions and desires of his own!
"It's good that you're still alive!" The smile on Lumian's face became even more obvious.
He retracted his right palm, endured the pain, and struck the wax figure's head back to its original position with another swinging fist filled with red flames.
The wax figure, whose bloodthirsty had become stronger, did not try to distance itself. Instead, it used that kind of intimidation again and instinctively and crazily started a close combat with Lumian.
This is exactly what Lumian wants. His iron-black gloves with short spikes are wrapped in red flames. With a quick and short blow, he constantly collides with the arms, arms, fists, shoulders, torso, and head of the wax figure. .
Each of these punches is not very powerful, what is needed is a "high frequency"!
Bang bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, Lumian's "tortured" fists dragged the red fire, suppressing the wax figure who was not dull at all and even very dexterous and had excellent fighting skills, unable to use other abilities.
His feet sometimes stepped forward and sometimes he raised his knees to deal with the attacks from below.
In just ten or twenty seconds, the wax figure suddenly stopped, and an illusory explosion sounded from its body.
The capillaries in its eyes exploded completely, dyeing the light blue into bright red, and cracks appeared on its head from the inside out, connected with the scars caused by "torture".
"Desire Explodes"!
Under Lumian's ultra-high-frequency attacks, the "Desire Explosion" effect of the "Torture" gloves was triggered!
Seeing this scene, Lumian retracted his fists and quietly looked at the painful emotion in the bloody eyes of the wax figure.
Two reddish tears slowly formed in the corners of its eyes and fell down.
The wax figure opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
Rumble!
There was a dull explosion inside its body, and exaggerated wounds were opened all over its body.
Streams of red flames burst out from those places, completely igniting the wax statue.
"Inject fire"!
In the violent burning, the wax statue quickly softened, and its body was covered with blood-stained viscous droplets.
thump!
It fell to the ground.
What kind of monster is this? Lumian stared at it for more than ten seconds. From the perspective of a "hunter", he intuitively judged that the prey should not be able to detect extraordinary characteristics.
In the process, he picked up the briefcase and put the "torture" gloves back.
Without further delay, Lumian turned around and walked towards the outside of the woods.
Behind him, streaks of red flames jumped, burning his dripping blood.
In the blazing firelight, the wax statue had melted into a human shape, and Lumian's figure gradually faded and suddenly disappeared not far away.
"Spirit World Travel!"
In order to avoid the gaze of evil gods and dangerous creatures brought about by the "torture" gloves, he directly moved his position and "teleported" to the town ahead.
That was a place he had surveyed in advance and mastered the coordinates of the spiritual world.
After a few dozen seconds, only a few flames were still burning on the road in the forest, and a broken and withered wilderness suddenly spread out.
The weeds there gradually grew thicker, and a figure in a white robe quickly emerged.
The figure wears a light-colored veil, has a visibly protruding abdomen, and exudes the essence of motherhood. She is just like the "Ms. Moon" of the "Night Party".
"Ms. Moon" turned her gaze to the blood-stained wax figure that had completely melted, watching the red flames dancing quietly there.
After examining it for more than ten seconds, the lady and the broken wilderness disappeared in an instant.
Inside Red Swan Castle, in a room in the main building.
Count Puyver, wearing a red shirt and black narrow trousers, sat behind a messy table and stared indifferently at a wax head placed in front of him.
The head was carved to look like a real person, with light blue eyes and dark hair.
While waiting silently, Count Puyver seemed a little anxious. He pulled at his collar from time to time, changed his sitting position, and even unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, as if the air around him was unusually thin, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly.
As time passed by, the wax head suddenly made a clicking sound.
It split into many pieces at once, each piece showing a highly molten state.
Puiver stood up in shock, his pupils dilated instantly.
In his eyes, tiny blood vessels stood out, many were broken, and stained bright red.
"Killed?" Puyver muttered silently to himself in shock and doubt.
Charles Dubois is even more mysterious and powerful than he expected!
Even if he himself is not, so is the secret force behind him!
Count Puyver paced back and forth, his expression quite solemn.
After Lumian "teleported" to the town ahead, he did not show up immediately. Instead, he stayed in the dark and silently counted the time.
After he felt that the "Hunter" could reach here from the woods by running, he actually entered the town, found the driver, and returned to No. 11 Quanshui Street in the Memorial Hall District.
In a room with many bookshelves, Lumian looked at Gardner Martin holding a cigar in his hand and said calmly:
"I was attacked."
This cannot be hidden from the boss.
"Huh?" Gardner Martin asked in a nasal tone.
Lumian used a very candid attitude to choose the king cake after Count Puyver, but he felt that the crazy spirit was swirling and tried to invade. He continued to talk about how he used "fire" to blow up and melt the wax statue, and showed wounds on hands and face.
What he didn't mention was "he knew why the crazy spirit didn't really take over his body" and the use of "torture" gloves, attributing the former to reasons he didn't understand yet.
Gardner Martin smoked a cigar and listened quietly, not surprised at all that Lumian was not invaded by a crazy spirit.
If he feels surprised and shows suspicion, Lumian will immediately "invite" Mr. K to come over and jointly eliminate this "Iron Cross" stronghold.
Gardner Martin held the cigar that was half missing and said with a smile:
"It seems that all of our official members of the 'Iron Cross' are more favored by the spirit of his ancestor than Puyfer, but they are also feared by it."
Meaning, the Extraordinaries who have suffered from the strange pollution in the building at No. 13 Market Avenue? Even if there is no breath of the "Blood Emperor", that crazy spirit will not invade the official members of the "Iron Blood Cross" other than me? I don’t know if it’s true or not, how about you try it, boss? Lumian suddenly wanted to encourage Gardner Martin to play the king cake game with Count Puyver.
"Now I have confirmed one thing." Gardner Martin's expression quickly became serious, "The ancestor of the Sauron family, that is, Fermonda Sauron, has not really died yet, so we can't do it for the time being. The state of understanding is alive.”
