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As soon as Lumian was sure of the situation, he immediately turned around and ran wildly.
The environment here can't be used, and he lacks understanding of what abilities the "blacksmith" monster possesses. What else can he do if he doesn't run away?
Wait until you escape to the nearest natural trap, and the opponent is chasing after you, then consider a counterattack.
Thumb up!
Lumian did not walk in a straight line, but ran out of an "S" shape like a snake.
He was worried that the opponent would predict his trajectory, throw fireballs or throw long-range weapons.
In the past, Lumian can run in a curve, but at certain moments he needs to significantly reduce his speed and reduce his inertia, otherwise his body will not be able to bear it, or he may fall down.
But it was different now. He was extremely flexible, far exceeding normal human beings. His muscles and ligaments pulled his body quite easily and turned around half a circle, and the arc was quite silky.
With 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.
Enter the ruins of the building only seven or eight meters away.
Suddenly, his heart tightened, and he had a strong premonition of danger.
Without too much consideration and analysis, Lumian followed the momentum of running and fell forward.
With a stabbing sound, his back felt pain, and a cut was drawn by the evil silver-black short knife, and bright red blood flowed out.
The "blacksmith" monster chased after Lumian in just one step, and swung the weapon in his hand.
It seems to condense the distance of more than ten steps into one step!
Enduring the pain, Lumian rolled twice and finally touched the edge of a half-collapsed building.
He put his hands together, and swooped in, using the walls and furniture inside to cover him, and ran out the back door.
Back in this area, he is like a tiger going to a deep mountain, following a fish into a river, skillfully walking through the ruined buildings, sometimes bypassing it, and sometimes going straight.
In about ten seconds, he came to a natural trap that he had observed before, hid his body behind the roof that fell to the ground, and waited for the "blacksmith" monster to come.
He didn't try to dance that sacrificial dance, because he felt that it should be too late, and the other party obviously had some kind of 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 you come after me?" Lumian couldn't help but frowned.
He was grateful, but also felt that this situation was a bit weird.
After thinking for a while, he guessed that the "blacksmith" monster couldn't leave the "city wall" area, so as soon as he entered the ruins of the building, the other party gave up chasing it.
Considering that he had suffered two traumas just now and became exhausted, Lumian decided not to explore anymore.
Relying on his terrifying flexibility, he healed the wound on his back and walked towards the edge of the ruins along the way he came.
After walking for a long time, he looked at the familiar collapsed buildings around him, and suddenly felt something was wrong:
"It's over. It's time for dinner. The ruins of the dreamland are not particularly big. They walk in a straight line. Under the circumstances, what am I doing? Haven't gone out yet?"
The more Lumian thought about it, the more something went wrong, and he even found that his thoughts became dull and intermittent, as if he had fallen into extreme exhaustion, or was about to fall asleep.
He hurriedly gathered his spirits, relying on the ability of "Hunter" to distinguish the way, hoping to get out of the ruins as soon as possible.
However, in the process of walking, he was in a trance from time to time, so that he didn't know what he was doing in the end.
After an unknown amount of time, Lumian's eyes suddenly reflected a swaying orange flame.
He went back to the "City Wall" area, to the outside of the room where the "Blacksmith" monster was.
"not good.…
"I was, influenced by it?
"No wonder it, no, catches up . . .
"It seems that there is no way to forcibly leave, I can only find a way from, that, monster..."
Lumian's thoughts became more and more blunt and stagnant.
As he approached the room uncontrollably, he danced the mysterious sacrificial dance with difficulty.
Since he wants to deal with the "Blacksmith" monster, his greatest reliance is the black thorn symbol on his chest, which must be activated quickly! .
In the clanging but intermittent movements, Lumian saw the door of the room with orange flames opened, and the monster in a black robe and holding a silver and black short knife and hammer appeared at the door. ?
Unlike before, many of the signs of decay on its face disappeared, and a lot of fresh flesh grew out of the bone wounds everywhere.
Its eyeballs also became lively, and it looked at Lumian with an unconcealable greed and smile.
This makes "it" look more like a human being than a living corpse.
At the same time, Lumian saw his blue-white face reflected in the glass window, his eyes were dull and dull, and part of his skin showed signs of decay.
He was more like a corpse than a person.
In an instant, Lumian had a realization:
Lumian, who didn't know what ability he was affected by or when he encountered the abnormality, had only one thought, which was to finish the sacrificial dance, half-activate the black thorn symbol on his chest, and finally fight.
He danced slowly but firmly, but the "blacksmith" monster didn't take the opportunity to attack. It seemed to be patiently waiting for the final outcome, fearing that the extra actions would affect the change of its own destiny.
As they approached inch by inch, Lumian's vision became more and more blurred, and Lumian's vision became more and more blurred. All he knew was that the "blacksmith" monster's smile became stronger and stronger, and the whole thing became more and more human-like.
After walking another distance, Lumian made a "buzz" in his mind.
He heard the terrifying voice that seemed to come from infinite distance and seemed to be close at hand.
This is not clear enough, it is very illusory, it just caused some confusion in his mind, 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 aroused.
Almost at the same time, he saw the smile on the face of the "blacksmith" monster stiffen.
One after another sarcoma protruded from the monster's face, top of the head, and back of the hands, all of which were silvery white with a little black tint.
The evil dagger in its hand buzzed and vibrated, as if shaking violently.
Snapped!
Amid the brittle metal, a deep crack appeared on the surface of the silver-black dagger engraved with evil patterns.
The "Blacksmith" monster then collapsed, turning into silvery white with black sarcoma all over the ground and twisted worms crawling on the black robe.
The worms and sarcoids soon stopped expanding and shrinking, returning to patches of gray and white flesh.
Lumian looked at this scene very blankly, feeling like he was caught by the enemy and had no ability to resist, and the enemy suddenly committed suicide.
After more than ten seconds, he said to the pieces of flesh and blood with amusement and doubts:
"You brought me here just to let me do a farewell ceremony for your body?
"You should have said earlier, you don't need to be so troublesome, I will definitely support you and applaud!"
He took a few steps to the piece of flesh and blood that the "blacksmith" monster had disintegrated into, and began to examine it seriously.
He didn't notice any other abnormalities, he only noticed that the slightly cracked silver-black short knife was still trembling slightly, like a small animal that had encountered a natural enemy and was injured.
Lumian's heart moved and he looked down at his left chest, as if he saw the black thorn symbol through his clothes.
He came to a realization, and directly stretched out his right hand, grabbing the silver-black dagger.
The evil dagger trembled even more, but there was no sign of struggle or resistance, it was very "tame".
As soon as he held the short knife, the burning heat in Lumian's chest became more obvious.
He felt something leaked out, and it resonated with the silver-black dagger.
Amidst the sound of "hum" metal vibrations, Lumian had some more knowledge in his mind, about the evil dagger in his hand:
This is an extraordinary weapon that has been severely polluted to gain strength and show some living characteristics.
That is to say, what Lumian encountered was not the "blacksmith" monster, but the puppet, or "knife-bearer" of this evil dagger, which the "blacksmith" monster belonged to.
It can make most of the creatures that directly touch it with flesh and blood gradually turn into living corpses, completely lose themselves, hold it all the time, and do something according to its will.
And those who are scratched by it and bleed out will be hunted away by it in exchange for a little bit of fate.
In the process of exchanging those fates, it can no longer cause any damage to the target.
Just now, it exchanged the fate of the "blacksmith" monster becoming a puppet for Lumian's fate of leaving the wilderness as a human.
If there is nothing available for exchange, the target needs to be completely killed in order to strip part of his fate from him and store it in the knife. "
This ability comes from the corresponding Sequence 5 of "Dancer", "Fate Hunter"!
Therefore, after the pollution in Lumian's body was half aroused, it resonated with this evil dagger through flesh and blood contact, and a little knowledge was infiltrated.
If not, he can only ask someone to appraise it through divination, identification of patterns and other methods to master the ability and characteristics of this silver-black short knife, or collect information by himself through repeated experiments.
After sorting out the extra knowledge in his mind, Lumian looked at the trembling evil dagger in his hand, and laughed.
"I actually don't mind if you take away part of my fate, but you have to bear it!
"If you can exchange my fate of being trapped in the time loop, I will kneel down and kowtow three times to you.
"Tsk, hunting for any fate will only harm you!"
The silver and black short knife just trembled, not daring to respond.
Lumian now understands why "it" is so well-behaved:
One is the personality suppression from the semi-excited state of the black thorn symbol, and the other is that the encounter just now left a psychological shadow on this extraordinary weapon with living characteristics.
After exhaling, Lumian said to the evil dagger:
"From today onwards, you will be called 'Life Hunting Knife', how about it, is it simple and clear?"
The silver-black short knife shook up and down twice, as if nodding.
"Unfortunately, you are just an extraordinary weapon, and your power will gradually fade away. Originally, you can use it for two years, but after you suffered a severe injury this time, you can only last for half a year." Lumian said with a bit of regret.
In fact, he can use the ritual to extract power from the pollution in his body to supplement the "Life Hunting Knife", but the premise is that he can find someone to repair the crack.