Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 54

Lumian rolled back some distance before standing up again.

The scream that broke out in an instant and then ended abruptly made him feel relieved a lot.

However, he was not careless. He carried the shotgun and raised the ax before cautiously approaching the completely collapsed house.

Where masonry and wood blocks are stacked, dust fills the air and lingers for a long time.

Standing outside, Lumian couldn't see the monster's body at all, which proved that the other party had been completely buried. In the current environment, his sense of smell was also greatly weakened. He could not help but raise a hand and cover it. Keep your nose clean from dust irritation.

Faced with this situation, Lumian took seven or eight steps back, keeping a safe enough distance from the target, and waited patiently for the dust to settle.

While waiting, he kept observing his surroundings, wary of shallow footprints that might suddenly appear and various smells approaching quickly.

Finally, the air became "fresh" and his vision was no longer disturbed.

Lumian approached the building again, following the smell of blood, and found the monster that was suppressed by layers of heavy stones.

Since he was not in a hurry anyway, he relied on his "Hunter" talent to remove the stones piece by piece in a specific order without causing secondary collapse.

At the same time, he was always on guard against the fact that the monster was still alive and waiting for an opportunity to sneak up on him.

Another heavy stone was pulled away, and Lumian saw the monster whose head and neck turned into swirling "mouthparts".

It was lying on its back, crushed to pieces with blood, its chest sticking out of its back, its "mouthparts" full of sharp teeth inserted into the ground by a small pointed half-stone pillar, and its dark black tentacles covered with fleshy membranes were broken off. Several.

If the characteristics weren't so obvious, Lumian wouldn't be able to recognize whether this puddle of semi-solid, highly viscous meat sauce was his target.

This worked better than he expected!

After initially confirming that the monster was completely dead, Lumian turned his attention to its chest and found that the three black marks were still clearly visible in this situation.

It's weird...even in the world of occultism, this shouldn't be common, right? Lumian, who had been teased by his sister for a long time, still lacked too much knowledge and could only make certain judgments based on his feelings.

His original plan was to use the knife he carried to peel off the pieces of skin where the black mark was, but the trap was so effective that the skin on the opponent's entire chest was completely damaged and was pressed into the flesh, making it impossible to peel it off even if he wanted to. Come down.

After thinking for a few seconds, he tore the inner linen shirt, pulled off a small half of the cloth, and placed it in front of him to use as paper.

Immediately afterwards, he took another piece of cloth, wrapped it around his index finger, and stained it with the monster's blood. As for whether this could completely isolate possible pollution and toxicity, he didn't care too much. Whatever the problem is, just get out of the dream as soon as possible. Anyway, the damage that can be brought to reality is very small. He should be able to fully recover in a few hours or most of a day.

Using the monster's blood as ink, Lumian copied the three black marks.

As he was drawing, he suddenly felt dizzy and felt a certain swelling and pain in his forehead.

Based on the common sense taught by Aurore and his understanding of his own state, Lumian believed that his spirituality was almost exhausted and found the reason:

"Just by copying these three marks, my spiritual energy is almost drained?"

On the one hand, he was surprised by the weirdness of the black mark, and on the other hand, he was shocked that the upper limit of "Hunter's" spirituality was too low, and he was probably only a little stronger than a normal person with talent.

After resting for a while, Lumian continued to copy, and after doing this intermittently three times, he finished the work, and his head throbbed.

In this state, it was impossible for him to explore further. He could only put away the cloth, pick up the ax, and return to his home on the other side of the wilderness.

After walking out of the ruins and relaxing a little, he suddenly felt like he had digested a lot of the "Hunter" potion.

"It seems like it was a successful hunt just now..." Lumian muttered.

Then the summary that he had experienced but had not yet compiled appeared in his mind:

"Calm down is important... Calm down is even more important when you encounter prey suddenly and there is no time to prepare.

"Observe the environment at all times and figure out how to take advantage of it."

While his thoughts were spinning, Lumian returned home, went up to the second floor, and entered the bedroom.

He forced himself to remember the imprints for a while before falling on the bed and falling asleep.

When Lumian woke up the next morning, his temples were still a little swollen, which was a sign of excessive spiritual consumption in the ruins of the dream.

He shook his head, left the room, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he went downstairs, he found that his sister had prepared breakfast, toast with jam, sliced sausages and strong coffee.

"So early?" Lumian blurted out in surprise.

My sister rarely gets up early.

Aurore responded angrily:

"I find myself in a time loop, and the people around me are stranger and scarier than the last. How can you still sleep well? I can't sleep well anyway."

"I can't do it even if I don't want to." Lumian comforted his sister, "At least you can really sleep. I have to be busy in my dreams."

"That's right." Aurore picked up the coffee with half a packet of sugar cubes in it and took a sip.

After her brother sat down and ate most of the toast and sausage, she asked:

"What did you gain from exploring the ruins of Dreamland this time?"

Lumian told the complete story of his encounter with the monster, and finally said:

"Aurore, uh, sister, please help me find out what those three black marks mean. At the end of the Lent celebration, the priest also had similar things on his body, and there were more of them."

Aurore nodded slightly and took out an absorbent pen and note paper from the hidden pocket of the off-white tunic dress.

Lumian began to draw, restoring the black marks not too accurately.

Soon, he handed the note to his sister and "introduced":

"I only remembered it a few times. Some parts are not sure whether they are right or wrong, but some are definitely like this. Here, here, and here, there is no problem."

Just restoring part of the mark in this way consumed a lot of his spiritual energy.

Aurore put the note on the table in front of her, looked at it for a while and said:

"The words are not any I recognize, and the corresponding symbols are more twisted than those commonly seen in the occult."

Lumian was just a little disappointed when Aurore added:

"Judging from the influence of extraordinary words and symbols on the surroundings and the influence of natural forces, I suspect that this is an external manifestation of a special contract."

She said, tapping the note with her index finger.

"Contract?" Lumian asked.

Aurore nodded:

"Based on your battle with that monster, each black mark should represent a special contract.

"The purpose of this contract may be to help it acquire extraordinary abilities from certain spiritual creatures, alien creatures, and extraterrestrial creatures. Therefore, the black mark on its left chest glows to make it invisible, and the one under its neck Corresponding to the sounds that make people irritated, resentful, and irrational, the right chest has no symptoms. I suspect it has something to do with the 'mouthparts', tentacles, or digestion."

"No wonder..." Lumian understood some details of the previous battle.

He then smiled and said:

"The priest has signed more than a dozen contracts with different creatures?

"What is this called? This allows everyone to be his father!"

"A strange description." Aurore muttered, "Now it seems that the priest who fought you at the end of the Lenten celebration did not show even one-tenth of his strength. He used the abilities he obtained through the contract. You should only use one, but your body and mind will be inexplicably out of control and left to your mercy."

Lumian didn't understand it last time and in the last cycle, but now he clearly feels how lucky he was then.

He asked eagerly:

"Can I copy the contract obtained from the monster and get in touch with the corresponding creature?"

He covets the "invisibility" ability.

"A contract is a contract, and a ceremony is a ceremony. Do you know how to perform a ceremony?" Aurore poured cold water on him, "Even if you master the ceremony, do you know what the price of this special contract will be? The priest should use the help of It was completed by the gift of a certain hidden existence..."

Having said this, Aurore suddenly froze for a second and said to herself:

"Why does the monster in the ruins of your dream also have this kind of black mark... did it also receive a gift from that person?"

While speaking, Aurore cast her gaze on Lumian's left breast:

"Could it be related to the black thorn symbol that locks your heart?

"The priest also has, um... maybe the dream ruins were created by the hidden existence represented by the thorn symbol. The key to breaking the cycle may be hidden there, or, in some cases, the ruins of reality and dreams Only by doing one thing at the same time can the problem be solved..."

"It's possible." Lumian felt that this could explain why the monster also had a black mark and why the mysterious lady let herself explore the dream ruins to try to unlock the secrets there.

He immediately sighed:

"Aurore, uh, sister, your imagination is indeed much richer than mine."

"This is the self-cultivation of a writer." Aurore smiled.

After breakfast, she asked Lumian to go to the study room with her to teach Hermes.

It wasn't until three or four o'clock in the afternoon that the two of them finished their extra lessons, and they only had something to eat in the middle of the class.

"Okay, you can go out and have a drink with Pierre Berry now." Aurore saw that it was almost time and would not arouse suspicion, so she ordered Lumian.

Lumian said "hmm" and warned with concern:

"You must be careful."

My sister is going to take the risk to contact those three sheep to see what information she can get.
In the dilapidated two-story house where the shepherd Pierre Berry lived.

Lumian looked around and asked the old woman in front of him:

"Where's Pierre?"

The old woman is Pierre Berry's mother, named Malti. She is obviously only in her early fifties, but due to hard work, she has many wrinkles, spots on her skin, and black and gray hair. She does not look much younger than Naroka.

"He went to church," Marti replied.

Going to church again? Lumian was shocked.