Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 95

Lumian first carefully wrapped layers of white straps around his left hand, and then took the "fallen mercury", iron-black axe, gray amber perfume, biscuits, cheese, bloody mutton chops, rope for making traps and Carrying a bag of cooled boiling water and other items, he put his shotgun on his back and walked out of his half-ground building.

In the permeating light gray fog, he walked through the wilderness where no grass grew and was full of cracks, walked into the ruins of the dream world, and went straight to the open space where the flame monsters most frequently roamed.

After hearing a sound coming from the distance, Lumian turned to the route that the opponent would take and arrived at a natural trap that he had found in advance.

It was a deep pit beside the road. Directly in front and to the left were collapsed walls, with some stones stacked on the right. The back led to a house that had mostly collapsed.

It was difficult to spot such a natural trap simply by passing by on the road. Lumian also had to explore several times before he saw it.

He squatted behind the pit, threw a few sharpened pieces of wood in, then covered it with the rope net he had woven earlier and filled it with some floating soil.

A simple trap is completed and the bait is placed.

Lumian carefully placed the two mutton chops soaked in blood on the edge of the rope net. Half of them were supported by the ground and the other half were suspended above the pit.

Standing up and taking a look at the fragile balance, Lumian took a few steps back, entered the half-collapsed house, climbed to the top of the remaining outer wall, and squatted there.

He adjusted his position so that he could clearly observe the trap without being directly seen by monsters passing by on the road.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian took out the gray amber perfume and sprayed a little on the wall.

The elegant and sweet fragrance spread out, and a little bit remained after being blown far away by the wind that blew through the ruins of the dreamland from time to time.

Some of them were attached to the wall and Lumian's body.

Lumian stopped again and jumped back.

After landing, he carried a faint smell of perfume and burned forward for most of the circle, returning to the path that the flame monster would always take. However, compared to the trap, he was now closer to the area where the opponent hunted for flesh and blood to replenish energy. , Lumian changed direction again, crossed this road and entered the ruins of the building on the opposite side.

After arriving at the back of the crumbling house, he stopped, leaned against the wall, and waited.

Just like the strategy used when dealing with the shotgun monster, Lumian never expected that the arrangement just now could hide the flame monster and allow it to suffer heavy damage.

This is more of a decoy and alarm aimed at the target's super sense of smell, observation ability and behavioral style.

Only "finger people" know how to use the strengths of a "hunter" to deal with it!

Of course, the premise of all this is that the target idea relies on instinct to act, and the remaining wisdom is limited to combat.

With his back against the wall, Lumian pulled out the "Corrupted Mercury" with his left hand wrapped in white straps, and tore off the jet black cloth covering its surface.

He wasn't sure how long it would take for the flames to arrive, so the only thing he could do was to be patient.

And this was a strength he had developed since he was a wanderer.

Time passed by, and out of sight of Lumian, a monster whose body was charred and glowing with red flames entered the road.

After it walked forward for more than ten or twenty meters, its nose suddenly twitched. It smelled a faint smell of blood.

The monster did not turn around immediately, but continued to move forward, looking at the place where the smell came from the corner of its eye.

As it crossed the collapsed wall blocking the front, the two pieces of mutton chops with blood and water remaining came into view.

It was good food at this time, but the fire monster did not follow its instinct and went directly to devour it.

It was still moving forward, but at a slower pace.

Soon, it smelled a slightly different fragrance in the wind.

It instantly determined that the two pieces of flesh were traps, and there were hunters ambush nearby.

And this hunter seems to be different from the one who observed it "invisibly" before. He lacks sufficient knowledge of the "hunter" and did not deal with the smell in advance.

After walking a few more steps, the flame monster used the source of the scent and the tiny footprints found to confirm that the enemy was hiding on the outer wall of the building behind the trap.

It pretended not to notice anything and opened the distance another seven or eight meters.

Suddenly, it turned around, and the red flames gushing out from its body quickly condensed into a slightly white fireball.

Boom!

As the flame monster stretched out its right palm, the fireball swung towards Lumian's original "ambush" position, causing the outer wall to collapse and the house to collapse.

As soon as Lumian, who was far away, heard the explosion, he immediately left the building behind him and started dancing wildly and sometimes twistedly in the not-so-large open space.

To it, the explosion just now was a new bomb, reminding him to quickly prepare the new bomb to open the second stage of the trap!

Letting the prey send out its own signal flares was a plan that Lumian and Aurore came up with after discussing it.

In the mysterious dance with strong rhythm, Lumian sensed the transparent and blurry figures of mouth monsters, shotgun monsters and skinless monsters.

At this time, the flame monster had already rushed to the collapsed wall, looking for traces of the enemy.

Lumian danced for another dozen or twenty seconds. When the dance became more and more intense, he pulled out the silver dagger of the ritual system with his right hand and stabbed a small incision on his left wrist.

A drop of blood seeped out and formed into a miniature ball.

Lumian stepped on it, turned around, picked up the drop of blood, and aimed it at the mouthparts monster.
He lowered his voice and shouted in ancient Hermetic.

At this time, the flame monster had already discovered the tiny footprints it left, smelled the faint fragrance, and started tracking it.

After quickly shouting out the follow-up command, Lumian watched as the mouthparts monster swallowed the blood droplets at the end of the ritual silver dagger and entered his body.

Crazy, cruel will and strong muscle hunger swept over him instantly.

Lumian suppressed the discomfort and quickly tied up the wound that was so small that it was almost negligible with the white bandage he brought.

Then, he stuffed a piece of cheese into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and made sure that the remaining gray amber perfume on his body could cover up the other smells.

During this process, Lumian ran wildly to the edge of the road and stayed out of sight on the other side.

Then, he shut his mouth tightly, turned around, stepped on his own footprints, followed the route he had taken before, and retreated step by step.

Relying on the hunter's observation ability and the "dancer's" exaggerated flexibility, Lumian accurately stepped on the tiny footprints he left with every step, leaving no unnecessary traces.

After a while, he retreated to the middle of the road and stopped there.

He just stopped on the road openly, just remaining invisible.

Lumian began to wait again, restraining all the thoughts that flashed through his mind by meditating shallowly and stopping, so as not to let himself think about the next attack on the flame monster.

At this time, it interferes with the opponent's premonition of danger in a very superficial way.

The inspiration comes from the "Hunter's" clear understanding of himself.

And the method of stepping on one's own footprints and retreating back to the center of the road to ambush was something Aurore once wrote in a certain book.

After seven or eight seconds, the dark appearance of the flame monster appeared in Lumian's eyes. He relied on his terrifying flexibility to half-twist his body to observe the area where the target was about to chase him.

The flame monster chased along the tiny footprints and faint scent left by the enemy, because it did not leave its "territory", so it did not stop halfway like before.

After returning to the main road, it sniffed the air and, not surprisingly, smelled a faint fragrance.

It instinctively lowered its head and successfully found the less conspicuous footprints.

At the same time, it found no trap-related traces in this area.

Without hesitation, the flame monster followed the footprints and ran to the other side of the road.

Its burnt face and eyes that were about to lose their original position became larger and clearer in Lumian's sight.

Lumian held his breath, no longer repeating the interruption of meditation, and just tried hard to empty his mind.

Five meters, three meters, one meter... He rushed towards the target, raised the "Fallen Mercury" held in his left hand, and rowed forward!

He was not waiting for the distance between the two parties to get closer. He was worried that this would trigger the prey's premonition of danger and make it make evasive actions in advance.

The flame monster instantly felt a strong sense of crisis.

It didn't think anything and threw itself sideways.

At the same time, it outlined Lumian's figure in its sight, and saw his left hand wrapped in white bandage holding a silver-black short knife and slashing at it.

The distance between the two parties was so close that although the flame monster reacted, it was still unable to dodge and was directly hit by Lumian.

With a stabbing sound, the sharp blade of "Fallen Mercury" sank into the flame monster's right chest.

The fate stripped away from the "Noodle Man" then seeps into the target's body in the form of illusory mercury beads.

At the same time, the river composed of countless mercury complex symbols emerged faintly, and some of the fates in it were quickly shrinking the silver-black blade.

Lumian didn't care about choosing the fate he wanted to exchange, and allowed "Fallen Mercury" to play its own role.

boom!

The flames on the monster's body exploded in response.

The strong shock wave pushed Lumian and his "fallen mercury" away, and bursts of red flames ignited his clothes and scorched the skin on his face.

Lumian endured the burning pain, twisted his waist in mid-air, and changed the direction at his limit. As soon as he landed, he stood up and ran away.

However, as long as the flames on his body were not extinguished, he could not enter the "invisible" state again.
Boom!
Even though Lumian ran out of the S shape, he was still knocked over by the aftermath of the fireball, and his back was so painful that he was paralyzed.

He stood up tenaciously, rolled and crawled off the road, and turned to the place where he had just been hiding.