Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 85

As soon as Lumian confirmed the situation, he immediately turned around and ran wildly.

The environment here cannot be exploited, and he lacks understanding of the abilities of the "Blacksmith" monster. What else can he do if he doesn't run?

Wait until you have escaped to the nearest natural trap and the opponent is hot on your heels, then consider a counterattack.

Kick, kick, kick!

Lumian did not walk in a straight line, but ran out of an "S" shape like a snake.

He was worried that the other party would predict his movement trajectory, throw fireballs or throw long-range weapons.

In the past, Lumian could run in curves, but at certain moments he needed to significantly reduce his speed and reduce inertia, otherwise his body would not be able to bear it or he would probably fall.

But it's different now. He is extremely flexible, far beyond normal humans. His muscles and ligaments can easily pull his body and turn it around half a circle, and the arc is quite smooth.

Relying on this hand, he felt that as long as the "Blacksmith" monster had no special abilities, he should be able to escape from the "City Wall" area smoothly.

Domain, entering the ruins of buildings only seven or eight meters away.

Suddenly, his heart tightened and he had a strong premonition of danger.

Without much consideration or analysis, Lumian followed the momentum of his run and fell forward.

There was a stabbing sound, and there was a pain in his back. The evil silver-black short knife made a gash, and bright red blood flowed out.

The "blacksmith" monster chased behind Lumian in just one step and waved the weapon in his hand.

It seems to condense the distance of more than ten steps into one step!

Lumian endured the pain and rolled twice before finally touching the edge of a half-collapsed building.

He held up his hands and swooped in. Using the walls and furniture inside as cover, he ran out of the back door.

Returning to this area, he was like a tiger in the mountains, following a fish into a river, skillfully walking between ruins and buildings, sometimes going around and sometimes going straight.

In just ten seconds, he arrived at a natural trap that he had observed before, hid his body behind the roof that had fallen to the ground, and waited for the "Blacksmith" monster to come.

He didn't try to dance that ritual dance because he thought it would be too late. The other party obviously had some unique chasing ability.

As time passed by, Lumian neither saw the figure of the "blacksmith" monster nor heard any sound approaching, nor did he notice any inconspicuous footprints around him.

"Didn't come after him?" Lumian couldn't help but frown.

He was both thankful and felt that this situation was a bit weird.

After thinking for a while, he guessed that the "blacksmith" monster could not escape from the "city wall" area, so as soon as he entered the ruins of the building, the other party gave up the pursuit.

Considering that he had suffered two traumas just now and became exhausted, Lumian decided not to explore anymore.

Relying on his terrifying flexibility, he took care of the wound on his back and walked towards the edge of the ruins along the path he came from.

After walking for a long time, he looked at the familiar collapsed buildings around him and suddenly felt something was wrong:

"It's already passed. It's time for dinner. The ruins of the dreamland are not particularly big. We walk in a straight line. Why haven't I gone out yet?"

The more Lumian thought about it, the more something was wrong. He even found that his thoughts began to become sluggish and intermittent, as if he had fallen into extreme exhaustion or was about to fall asleep.

He quickly gathered his energy and relied on his "hunter" ability to identify the path, hoping to get out of the ruins as soon as possible.

However, as he walked, he fell into an uncontrollable trance from time to time, so that in the end he didn't even know what he was doing.

After an unknown amount of time, Lumian's eyes suddenly reflected the flickering orange firelight.

He returned to the "City Wall" area and outside the room where the "Blacksmith" monster was.

"not good....

"Am I affected by it?

"No wonder it, didn't, catch up...

"It seems that we can't leave by force. We can only find a way from that monster..."

Lumian's thoughts became increasingly dull and stagnant.

As he approached the room uncontrollably, he danced a mysterious ritual dance with difficulty.

Since he has to deal with the "Blacksmith" monster, his biggest reliance is the black thorn symbol on his chest, which must be activated quickly! .

In sonorous but intermittent movements, Lumian saw the door of the room with orange flames open, and the monster wearing a black robe holding a silver-black dagger and a hammer appeared at the door. ?

Unlike before, the traces of rot on its face had disappeared a lot, and a lot of fresh flesh and blood had grown out of the bone wounds everywhere.

Its eyes also became smart, and it looked at Lumian with an unconcealable greed and smile.

This makes "it" look more like a human than a living corpse.

At the same time, Lumian saw his face reflected in the glass window, which was green and white, his eyes were dull, and some of his skin showed signs of decay.

He looked more like a zombie than a human being.

In an instant, Lumian had a realization:

"I will replace that 'monster', and it will go out as a human..."

Lumian, who didn't know what ability he was affected by or when he encountered the abnormality, only had one idea left, which was to finish the ritual dance, half-activate the black thorn symbol on his chest, and give it a final try.

He started dancing slowly but firmly, but the "Blacksmith" monster did not take the opportunity to attack. It seemed to be patiently waiting for the final outcome, fearing that additional actions would affect the change of its own destiny.

Inch by inch, Lumian was dancing, and Lumian's vision became increasingly blurry. All he knew was that the "Blacksmith" monster's smile was getting thicker and thicker, and the whole thing was becoming more and more human-like.

After walking some distance, Lumian's mind buzzed.

He heard the terrifying sound that seemed to come from infinite distance and yet seemed so close at hand.

This was not clear enough and was very illusory. It only caused a certain amount of confusion in his spirit and did not bring about a near-death experience.

In such chaos, Lumian's thoughts suddenly became clear and his vision returned to normal.

He felt the heat in his chest and knew that the black thorn symbol was half-activated.

Almost at the same time, he saw the smile on the "Blacksmith" monster's face stiffen.

Tumors protruded one after another on the monster's face, top of its head, and back of its hands. They were all silver-white in color and dyed with a little black.

The evil dagger in its hand buzzed and vibrated, as if it was shaking violently.

Snapped!

Amidst the crisp sound of metal, a deep crack appeared on the surface of the silver-black dagger engraved with evil patterns.

The "Blacksmith" monster then collapsed and turned into silvery white with black sarcoma all over the ground and twisted worms crawling on the black robe.

The worms and sarcoma soon stopped expanding and shrinking, returning to patches of gray flesh.

Lumian looked at this scene in confusion, feeling as if the enemy suddenly committed suicide when he was caught by the enemy and had no ability to resist.

After more than ten seconds, he said to the piece of flesh and blood in a funny and puzzled way:

"You brought me here just so that I could perform a farewell ceremony for your body?

"If you had told me earlier, you don't have to go to such trouble. I will definitely support you and applaud!"

He took a few steps to the pieces of flesh and blood that the "Blacksmith" monster had disintegrated into, and began to examine it carefully.

He found no other abnormality, only noticed that the slightly broken silver-black short knife was still trembling slightly, like a small animal that had encountered a natural enemy and been injured.

Lumian felt relieved and looked down at his left chest, as if he saw the black thorn symbol through his clothes.

He realized something, reached out his right hand, and grabbed the silver-black short knife.

The evil dagger trembled even more violently, but showed no sign of struggle or resistance. It was very "docile".

As soon as he held the dagger, the burning in Lumian's chest became more obvious.

He felt a little bit of something leak out, and it resonated with the silver-black dagger.

Amidst the "buzzing" sound of metal vibration, Lumian gained some knowledge in his mind, about the evil dagger in his hand:

This is an extraordinary weapon that has been severely contaminated, thus gaining strength and showing some living characteristics.

In other words, what Lumian encountered was not the "Blacksmith" monster, but the evil dagger and the "Blacksmith" monster's puppet, or the "sword wielder".

It can make most creatures that directly touch it with flesh and blood gradually turn into living corpses, completely losing themselves, always holding on to it and doing something according to its will.

And those who are scratched by it and whose blood bleeds out will be hunted by it to take away some of their fate through exchange.

In the process of exchanging those fates, no more damage can be caused to the target.

Just now, it exchanged the fate of the "Blacksmith" monster to become a puppet in exchange for Lumian's fate of escaping from the wilderness as a human being.

If there is nothing to exchange for, the target needs to be killed completely before a part of his destiny can be stripped away from him and stored in the knife. "

This ability originates from Sequence 5 corresponding to "Dancer", "Life Hunter"!

Therefore, after the pollution in Lumian's body was semi-stimulated, it resonated with this evil dagger through flesh-and-blood contact, and some knowledge seeped out.

If not, he could only ask someone to use divination, pattern identification and other methods to grasp the capabilities and characteristics of this silver-black dagger, or he could collect information through repeated experiments on his own.

After sorting out the extra knowledge in his mind, Lumian looked at the evil dagger still trembling in his hand and laughed.

"I actually don't mind if you take away part of my destiny, but you have to be able to bear it!

"If you could exchange my fate of being trapped in a time loop, I would have no problem kneeling down and kowtow three times for you.

"Tsk, hunting for any destiny will only harm you!"

The silver-black short knife just trembled, not daring to make any response.

Lumian now understands why "it" is so well-behaved:

One is the personal suppression from the semi-activated state of the black thorn symbol, and the other is the psychological shadow left by the encounter just now on this extraordinary weapon with living characteristics.

After exhaling, Lumian said to this evil short sword:

"From today on, you will be called 'Hunting Knife'. How about it? Keep it simple and clear, right?"

The silver-black short knife shook up and down twice, as if nodding.

"It's a pity that you are just an extraordinary weapon, and its power will gradually disappear. It could still be used for two years. After Bu Changyan was severely injured this time, it can only last for half a year." Lumian said with a bit of regret.

In fact, he could use the ritual to extract power from the pollution in his body to replenish the "Life-Hunting Knife", but only if he could find someone to repair the crack.