Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

The power of fate!

As the ancient Hermes language was spoken, Lumian suddenly felt that the light in the altar became much darker. The orange candle flame swayed violently in the invisible wind and was compressed to the size of a pepper.

At the same time, his chest began to feel hot, his head felt a little dizzy, and his ears started to buzz, as if he was about to hear that terrifying sound that came from infinite distance yet was so close to him again.

Lumian calmed down and suddenly thought of something:

The pollution in his body was sealed by the owner of the green and black symbol. Even if he meditated deeply and faced the ritual dance, he could only make the thorn symbol stand out and dissipate a little breath, but could not mobilize the corresponding power.

Can this ritual now bypass the seal and absorb the gift?

Unless, the owner of the green and black symbol, that great being, has acquiesced!

Thinking of the determined attitude of the mysterious lady, Lumian felt a little confident, and even suspected that the ceremony itself included a part of asking for permission from the great being.

As for which part it is, he doesn't know enough about mysticism to guess.

Being in the middle of the ceremony, Lumian did not dare to delay. He just thought about it a few times in his mind and began to recite the following incantation in ancient Hermes:

“You are the past, the present, and the future;

“You are the cause, the effect, and the process.”

Each word echoed in the sealed altar. Both the floor and the utensils were obviously squirming, as if countless weird things were trying to get out and enter the ruins of the dream.

Woo!

Black wind appeared out of thin air and surrounded Lumian. The candle flame, which was compressed to the size of a peppercorn, suddenly expanded and became silvery white with black color.

Lumian once again heard the sound that always brought him to the verge of death and loss of control, but at some point a faint gray mist emerged from the altar, and all gathered around him.

This made him feel somewhere between deep meditation and seeing the noodle man dancing. He was not on the verge of death, but it was not that uncomfortable. It was like experiencing severe tinnitus, dizziness, nausea, and irritability to a certain extent, and his mental state was... There was also quite a bit of confusion.

Barely controlling himself, Lumian continued the ceremony:

I pray to you,

I pray for your grace,

“I pray that you will grant me the power of a ‘dancer’.

Tulip, the herb of fate, please convey your power to my spell!

Gray amber, the herb of destiny, please pass your power to my spell!

As the ceremony progressed, Lumian's tinnitus and dizziness became more and more severe, and it seemed as if there were countless worms moving under the skin.

Finally, he finished reciting the incantation.

Almost at the same time, the silvery white and black candlelight condensed instantly and turned into a beam of light, shining on his left chest.

A silver-black illusory liquid suddenly flowed out, quickly wrapping Lumian in it, making him look both evil and terrifying.

He felt as if every inch of his skin was being pricked by needles, and his muscles and ligaments were being completely torn apart. The mysterious voice became extremely clear, as if it was ringing directly in his mind.

Lumian was suddenly swallowed by severe pain, and his consciousness was almost half-conscious.

All his blood vessels became hot, as if they were burning from the inside out.

This situation is more serious than the near-death state caused by his previous deep meditation.

He could only grit his teeth and persist, trying his best to control his chaotic spirit and prevent himself from completely losing his mind. As for other things, he couldn't care about anything else.

Amid the storm-like attack, his whole body was in a daze, and he had no way of knowing how long time had passed.

Finally, the terrible pain disappeared, and Lumian felt as if he had been relieved of a thousand-kilogram burden in an instant, or emerged from the bottom of the water, suddenly becoming relaxed.

He quickly regained his thoughts and looked up ahead.

The candlelight returned to its original state, but still showed a silvery white and black color.

As soon as Lumian regained consciousness, he immediately took two steps forward and reached out to extinguish the candle that represented him to avoid any accidents.

Then there is the root that symbolizes the gods.

As he followed the process to end the ceremony step by step and lift the spiritual wall, he felt mentally exhausted and physically sore, as if he had fought a battle with a monster.

Not long after, the table was cleared, and Lumian began to examine his own condition and found that there was a lot of knowledge in his mind.

This has three main parts:

Part of it is how to use the combination of dance movements, rhythm and one's own spirituality to mobilize the surrounding natural forces and pray to unspecified existences. This is the core knowledge of a dancer. With it, Lumian can not only pray to the destiny Pray, and in the future, you can also design new sacrificial dances based on different conditions and different harvests to please other beings.

The second and third parts are instances of the first part.

The former is what Lumian wants most at the moment, which is the mysterious dance performed by the Noodle Man. This is directly instilled in his mind, allowing him to learn it on the spot, but he is not so skilled.

With this mysterious ritual dance, Lumian can activate the black thorn symbol on his chest while exploring the ruins of the dream world, suppressing or weakening the powerful monsters there.

The third part is another strange dance. It is not like a sacrifice, but closer to a mixture of sacrifice and summoning.

Using it, Lumian can attract certain things around him, and then pay the price of blood to let one of them possess himself, thereby using a certain ability or trait of it.

Of course, the premise is that Lumian must be able to withstand this kind of possession. After some things are attached to humans, they will have a lot of negative effects, and some are even unwilling to leave, which will be a big trouble.

Therefore, Lumian feels that it is too dangerous to try not to try before you know enough about the things that are summoned and know what problems will arise.

The importance of occult knowledge is reflected at this time. Lumian urgently needs the Illustrated Book of Mysterious Creatures and the Illustrated Book of Spiritual World Creatures. However, it is a pity that even the wizard who is known for his comprehensive knowledge It’s impossible to know that much.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian moved his body and found that his flexibility had indeed been greatly improved.

Although it is not as good as the Noodle Man, a mutated monster with reorganized organs, it is better than almost all normal humans and can dance that mysterious ritual dance.

Bang, Lumian kicked his leg backwards and easily touched the back of his head.

He nodded with great satisfaction and muttered silently to himself:

Yes, you can do many actions that you couldn't do before, and the 'Hunter's' fighting ability has become a lot stronger as a result.

Lumian tried to dance that mysterious dance to adapt to his current body and master the corresponding movements, hoping to shorten the time to complete the dance as much as possible.

Sometimes he is sonorous and powerful, as if he is fighting, sometimes soft and gentle, as if he is expressing something, but they are all very rhythmic.

Jumping around, Lumian's spirituality began to spread outwards, integrating with certain natural forces around him.

Gradually, his thoughts became focused, his spirit became peaceful, and he entered some kind of ethereal and wonderful state.

This allowed him to sense all kinds of subtle things around him, as if he had opened up his spiritual vision.

At the same time, he also seemed to be connected to the invisible power within himself.

His chest felt hot again, and the terrifying sound came vaguely but not clearly enough.

Huh... Lumian stopped dancing, unbuttoned his clothes, and looked at his chest.

As expected, the black thorn symbol appeared again, and the green and black one also became more prominent.

Lumian's mind instantly became a little confused, but not serious. This perfectly achieved the effect he wanted.

Then, he began to calculate the specific time from the appearance to the disappearance of the black thorn symbol.

This takes about a minute.

After buttoning up his clothes, Lumian tried out another weird dance.

This dance is sometimes crazy, as if a lunatic is performing there, and sometimes it is twisted and difficult to describe in words.

During the jump, Lumian's spirituality permeated the air again, combining with certain natural forces around him to spread farther away.

In the last third of the dance, he suddenly sensed the approach of something strange.

Three figures were highlighted on the glass of the first-floor window.

They are skinless monsters, shotgun monsters, and mouthparts monsters with black marks, but their figures are extremely transparent, and they obviously only have some spirituality and obsession left.

Is this a victim complaint conference? After discovering what he was summoned, Lumian muttered to himself in a funny voice.

At this time, as long as he took out the ceremonial silver dagger during the dance, cut a hole in his body, and let out a little blood, he would be able to let one of the three figures possess him, thereby borrowing some of their abilities or traits.

Although Lumian coveted the invisibility of the monster with mouthparts, he didn't know what would happen if the monster he killed possessed him, so he could only resist the urge and insist on finishing the weird dance.

When jumping to the last few movements, he inexplicably heard a series of weak and small sounds.

It was as if many people were communicating somewhere and he could hear them through the wall. It was not real or clear.

And as Lumian carefully distinguished it, he discovered that these sounds seemed to come from his own body, from the sealed pollution!

After the last movement, Lumian stood there, wondering to himself:

What did you hear?

He is now semi-illiterate in the field of mysticism. He can't think of the source at all and can only choose to give up. Anyway, this is not more terrifying than the pollution itself.

After those small voices completely subsided, Lumian, who had practiced two mysterious dances, confirmed that the dancer had also brought spiritual enhancement.

Although he is now probably not as good as those Sequence 9s who are famous for their spirituality, he has also gotten rid of the shackles of a hunter.

He thinks it should be at the upper-middle level.

The shortcomings have been made up for. Lumian was very happy about this.

He didn't think about what kind of changes his body would gradually undergo after suffering the power of Dancer and encountering corresponding pollution. After all, he couldn't stop it, so it was better not to think about it.

After rubbing his tired head, Lumian decided to take a rest tonight and return to the real world to squat on that owl!

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