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The sound of his own heartbeat sounded in Lumian's ears, as if some images were being dragged out slowly and with difficulty deep in his memory.
This made him feel the pain that his head was about to split open, and he was extremely resistant and didn't want to continue.
Outside the stained glass, seeing that the ceremony had already begun, Lai En no longer hesitated, and threw the "Tanago Scarecrow" to Yi Liya, signaling her to use the sealed object to deal with the priest, while he himself raised the "Sword of Dawn" . Under the light of the blossoming golden flames, Liya and Valentine walked around to the other side of the stained glass, and there was only a semi-protruding cylindrical wall between them and Ryan.
They did this to avoid the damage caused by the storm of light without affecting their own actions. With the defensive capabilities shown just now by the Church of Saint Sith, they thought that there should be no problem if there is a certain barrier between the two sides. After all, Lion will try his best to control the direction of the attack.
Liya hugged the "Tanago Scarecrow" from her back, pasted it on the stained glass depicting the missionary scene of Saint Sith, aimed her eyes at the direction of the altar, and aimed at the priest Guillaume who was presiding over the ceremony. .
On the other side, Lai En held the handle with both hands, and inserted the "Sword of Dawn" into the window sill. This two-handed giant sword purely condensed by light split apart immediately, turning into a hurricane in the form of countless sharp fragments and patches of light. A "hurricane" instantly became larger and was photographed on the stained glass ahead.
In Kacha's voice, the whole church shook to a certain extent, and the glass surface was cracked one after another with tiny cracks, like countless spider webs.
But it still stood there strong and did not disappoint them.
Seeing this, Lai En made a little morning light appear around him, condensing into a huge ax that needs to be held in both hands. He couldn't use "Storm of Light" for a short time, so he could only change to another weapon.
With the help of the protection of the protruding wall, Liya and Valentine successfully avoided the aftermath of the "Storm of Light". At this time, the sight of the "Tanago Scarecrow" also fell on the priest. The eyeballs on the surface of the green straw then reflected the figure in the white robe inlaid with gold silk.
Suddenly, as soon as Liya arrived at the altar where Guillaume Benet stood, a layer of shimmer appeared, a silvery white with black shimmer.
With a snap, the eyeballs of "Tanago Scarecrow" burst open, and **** tears flowed down.
The priest of the church glanced this way, and then looked away again.
The two sheep walked into the altar by themselves, and he read the next mantra in a calm expression: "You are the eternal reincarnation, the destined destiny, the reason, the result, and the journey!"
Suddenly, the two candles representing the gods on the altar elongated and became the size of a human head.
Inside the church, the whistling wind blew, and all the villagers seemed to have turned into statues, except that there were faintly silvery white and black sarcoma protruding slowly, one after another, on the exposed places such as the face and the back of the hands.
The silver-black shimmer that was originally only around the altar spread rapidly in all directions, including the entire church.
The spherical vault full of murals then became transparent, the high-altitude clouds dissipated, and the crimson moon became deeper and closer to the color of blood.
The stars on the black velvet curtain were no longer covered, and lit up one by one, reaching a luminosity close to that of the sun.
Ryan's skin turned gray-blue, Liya's face seemed to have countless maggots wriggling, granulation buds were about to grow, Valentine's light was shining like the sun, from inside to outside, from inside to outside. top to bottom.
They were just a hair away from going out of control.
The "Tanago Scarecrow" was thrown aside and lay there trembling violently.
Lumian felt that his chest became extremely hot, and the terrifying voice that seemed to come from infinitely far away and was close to his side sounded in his ears again.
His head was pierced by invisible steel needles, stirring up, the pain caused the blood vessels on his body to bulge out, and the round spots of silvery white with black were looming under the skin.
An invisible force enveloped him, leading him to float up from the altar.
The ropes that bound him and the cloth that gagged his mouth turned into dust and floated into the air.
Aurora was also lifted up by this invisible force, floated above the altar, and faced Lumian face to face.
Lumian's bloodshot eyes reflected her sister's loose golden hair, hollow light blue eyes, holy and dull holes, and a simple but weird white robe.
He suddenly tilted his head back, only to feel the sense of familiarity and déjà vu from the depths of his memory resurfacing again, and the accompanying pain was not weaker than those caused by the ravings.
The surrounding pictures were cut into pieces and overlapped together, and appeared in Lumian's mind at the same time: there was a solemn and frantic expression of a priest; there was a figure of a man in black walking towards the altar step by step; El Berri crawling to the ground; there is a transparent church dome; there is a red moon and constellations in the sky; there are villagers with dull expressions welcoming good luck; there is a face that seems to feel pain with a little distorted face Aurora, Lumian's mind began to wander, and he felt that his body was being torn apart bit by bit by the invisible force, and more and more silver-black luster appeared on his body surface.
And he couldn't get rid of the current shackles at all, and it was difficult for him to make effective resistance.
"ah!"
Lumian couldn't help but let out a scream, his chest was being opened bit by bit, and a silvery-white-black light shot out and landed on Aurora.
Hearing this painful voice, Aurora's eyes rolled slightly.
Lumian's bulging blood vessels, distorted expression, and silvery dark face were reflected in her hollow eyes.
After a brief pause, she instinctively and stiffly stretched out her hands, and pushed heavily towards Lumian, pushing him out of danger.
Lumian stared blankly at Aurora pushing himself out of the range of the altar.
Suddenly, the terrifying voice in his ears disappeared, the invisible restraint on his body disappeared, and the burning sensation all over his body weakened.
But the pain in his head didn't change at all, and those pictures deep in his memory were forcibly dragged out.
It's like someone yanked his brain out of his head with a hook.
Aurora's light blue eyes stained with silver and black, her empty gaze, her dull face, and her firm and forceful movement of pushing herself away flashed in Lumian's mind at the same time, which was almost the same as what he saw just now. , but the background is slightly different, the man in black does not exist.
This exaggerated sense of déjà vu made Lumian instinctively wonder if something similar had happened, which made him scream out in pain again, bang! After breaking away from the altar, he fell heavily to the ground.
Regardless of the severe pain in his head and the trance of his mind, Lumian jumped up suddenly, about to rush at his sister and take Auror away from the altar.
A figure blocked his way, and the man in black who was holding him punched him on the right side of the cheek, knocking him to the ground.
Lumian did not despair, and with the courage to pursue life towards death, he stood up again and rushed towards the man in black who stood in front of him.
Snapped!
He froze for a few seconds, then a distorted smile appeared on his face, and he growled, "Are you so **** weak? As weak as Ji Yi!
Lumian forgot the curate and the shepherd Pierre Berry, and rushed directly to the man in black.
The man in black turned his body sideways, raised his right foot, kicked and tripped towards Lumian's calf, and Lumian didn't even evade, relying on the terrifying flexibility of the "dancer", forcibly turned his body halfway, He stretched out his arms and hugged the enemy.
thump! He tripped and fell to the ground with the man in black.
The man in black nimbly raised his right hand, pinched Lumian's neck, followed his knees up, and slammed into the enemy's crotch.
Lumian didn't dodge or dodge, his eyes were red, and he dug the opponent's eyes with the five fingers of his right hand.
"ah!"
The man in black screamed, two eyeballs were forced out by Lumian, blood flowed everywhere, Lumian curled up instinctively, the pain in his lower body made him almost faint.
He struggled and raised his body again, and said with a grim smile to the black-robed man who was rolling on the spot: "Come on! Die together! You coward! Coward!"
He jumped up again and wrapped his arms around the opponent's neck.
At this time, Pierreberg on the edge of the altar fought against the fear in his heart, climbed up with difficulty, held his ax, and ran to Lumian.
Snapped!
His ax slashed heavily, but was blocked by the faint gray mist that diffused out of nowhere, and failed to hurt Lumian.
Pierreberg even changed two abilities, but he couldn't break through the protection of the gray fog.
The priest of the church, Guillaume Beneux, no longer hesitated when he saw this, and read out the follow-up prayer: "I pray to you, I pray that you will give me a gift, I pray that you will give me a gift..."
Before he finished reading, there were new changes around him, and the constellations in the sky moved a little bit, changing their original positions.
The entire Kordu village shook violently, and every house and every inch of soil was moving closer to the church.
The villagers disintegrated into organs one after another without a sound, including eyeballs, scraping mouths, noses, hearts, fingers, and pure blood.
Few of these things are reorganized into different people by themselves, some are normal, some are messy, some have less parts, and some have more things.
Most of the rest flew to the altar, to Auror.
Cracks appeared on the surface of Aurora's body, which quickly disintegrated into countless flesh and blood.
At this scene, Lumian was in despair.
But he didn't give up, he held down the head of the man in black and twisted it hard, Kacha twisted his neck in the terrified eyes of the other party.
Lumian stood up and rushed to her sister eagerly.
But there seemed to be an invisible shield around Aurora, stopping him.
Rumble!
There was a muffled sound from the ground, and the church began to rise. The trees, soil, and boulders outside the village, as well as the houses, furniture, and sundries in the village, all flew to this side.
Most of the villagers' organs went into the altar, and together with Auror's flesh and blood, they twisted and squirmed into a giant.
The giant was one to four or five meters tall, with three heads and six arms. His whole body was made up of pieces of flesh and organs. There were cracks everywhere on the body surface, and yellow pus flowed out.
The head in the middle of the giant, full of pain and regret, looked at Lumi with difficulty, and drops of transparent blood-colored tears slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing this scene, Lumian's mind suddenly buzzed, and his whole body seemed to be split in half by an axe.
His sight began to shake, he saw the church broken into pieces, he saw the **** mountain rising gradually, he saw the thorny city wall twisted by houses, and he saw circle after circle around the mountain. Ruins, saw various monsters that had to be able to leave the area.
Lumian's head ached violently again.
While watching the tiny rays of light flying out of the giant and surrounding monsters and falling into his chest, he found that the images deep in his memory had been completely dragged out, almost exactly the same as what he saw now.
Lumian suddenly had a guess, and his headache got worse.
All of a sudden, everything in front of his eyes became extremely illusory, with obvious cracks appearing, like shattered glass.
This is! Lumian finally remembered something.
Then, he saw the man in black turned into a black and dirty liquid and flew in front of him, flowing into his left chest.
"Ah!" Lumian screamed in pain, seeing all the surrounding scenes completely collapsed.
He opened his eyes abruptly, and found that he was lying under the blood-colored mountain, and the gloom that seemed to be the approaching night had almost completely faded away.
Lumian subconsciously turned over and sat up, leaned forward, put his hands on the ground, and looked around.
He saw the twisted city wall of thorns, the wasteland where no weeds grew, the "dream ruins" on the other side, and Lion, Liya, and Valentine lying on the edge of a room in the distance.
They] were fast asleep.
Lumian suddenly buried his head, raised his hands, grabbed his hair, and whispered in pain: "Reality is a dream, and dreams are reality? This is the present, and the present is the past?
"Auror, can't Auror be rescued?"
"Yes." A female voice sounded in the ruins.
Lumian stared blankly at the mysterious lady, and found the indescribable and unreadable strange emotion in her eyes appeared again.
But this time, he was finally able to understand. That is mercy.