Chapter: 449

This reverberates in the hollow of the quarry, setting off the silence and depression underground.

"If that's the case, why don't you wait patiently for me to die?" Lumian walked out of the hollow of this quarry with a calcium carbide lamp. He showed an indescribable smile while walking, I don't care about you What exactly do you want to do, what purpose do you hope to achieve, whether you are a good person or a bad person, I only know that everyone in Auror and Kordu Village died because of you. "He paused, smiled slightly twisted and maniacally: "In this matter, someone has to pay for it Guillaume, Bene you. even the Lord of your mouth! "

Thermipolos didn't speak anymore, and the magnificent voice that echoed in Lumian's heart, brain, blood vessels, bone marrow cavity and cavity completely disappeared.

Lumi, who was walking on the dark ground carrying the calcium carbide lamp, panted.

Although the conversation just now lasted only a few minutes, it made him feel like he had exhausted all his energy.

In his previous cognition, pollution is pollution, at most it is equal to the power bestowed by the evil god, and he never thought that there is an angel sealed in his body!

In the ruins of Kordu Village, on the top of the Scarlet Mountain, the three-headed and six-armed giant body that would be on the verge of losing control was only made to carry the angels who came. It was far away from the real angels, and it already made Lumian feel that he dared not look directly, could not resist, could never be defeated.

Lumian had to admit that Termiporus' rhetoric was very attractive.

If he hadn't kept in mind that all of this was caused by those house fires, he might have chosen to give it a try. In his opinion, believing in the "Eternal Blazing Sun", believing in the "God of Steam and Machinery", and believing in the God of fate There is no essential difference in the hidden existence of the name, at most it is losing the self.

Lumian, who had just calmed down his breath, suddenly became alert, and flashed into a gap next to him, covering the calcium carbide lamp with gravel.

A few seconds later, three hurried footsteps passed through the tunnel next door and disappeared into the dark depths.

Underground Trier is also crowded with people. Lumian waited patiently for two minutes, pulled out the corpse lamp, and returned to the tunnel leading to the upper floor.

After being interrupted by such an interruption, his mood calmed down a lot, and he thought of a question: Since the pollution in his body is the angel Termiporos who lived in the realm of fate, why did his ceremony of praying for gifts succeed in the end?

Termiporos is not a pure power without self-awareness, he will respond automatically, and he can completely refuse to grant gifts with the correct ritual.

"Could it be that he couldn't even respond to the ceremony and was sealed to such an extent? Thinking of this, Lumian suddenly understood why Termipolos was in such a hurry to get out of trouble.

According to Ms. Magician, every time she gets a gift, Thermiporos will be weakened a little bit, and the corresponding pollution will also be reduced accordingly.

And the seal of that great being at the same time will not be weakened. As the strength of Termiporos declines, it will be restricted more and more deadly. Once it reaches a certain level, maybe even her consciousness will be erased.

Lumian felt a little more confident in his heart, and began to recall the words of Mytermipolos: As soon as he remembered these, Lumian's head throbbed, as if something was about to come out of his brain.

He quickly stopped thinking about it, and said silently to himself: "Some knowledge is just known, but it will cause serious harm? If it weren't for the seal of that great being, I would have died just now, or something strange happened. Change?" I was thinking just now whether I should seize Thermiporos' eagerness to get out of trouble, squeeze his value and let him respond to those few ritual magics, so as to increase the probability of success and the final effect, but looking at it now Come on, Angel has plenty of ways to kill me, even if she is still sealed.

"Similar things must be cautious and careful. Before I really want to use Termiporos, I must let Ms. Magician review whether there is any problem with my plan."

On this matter, Lumian felt that the vice president of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society, "Hella", might not be able to provide effective advice. Only the one who can freely enter and exit the cycle and easily deal with the giant on the top of the bloody mountain seems to have a very good personality. Gao's Lady Magician is the only one he can rely on for now.

While thinking about it, Lumian relied on the hunter's ability to observe and remember the environment, carried the calcium carbide lamp, and returned to the floor marked with the name of the street.

He tried to shout: "Termipolos" but no one responded.

Lumian wanted to ask the angel who was sealed in his body if he knew what happened in Kordu Village.

But after careful analysis, he felt that Thermis probably didn't know the truth either.

She came to Kordu Village at the end of the ceremony, and was sealed immediately, so she had no way of knowing the details before.

Hulumian exhaled and examined his current state.

His provocateur potion was further digested, almost equivalent to a new play rule.

"Could it be possible that provoking a high-ranking person can speed up the digestion of the provocateur's potion? Ah yes, this is a high-ranking person in the field of fate, to some extent it can be regarded as a corner of fate, and it matches my role-playing rules."

Lumian laughed. If Termiporos didn't respond, he would have planned to provoke her according to the rhythm of three meals!