Sounds

The strange sound Lumian heard seemed to come from a very distant place, so distant that it could never be reached.

His heart tightened, and he immediately removed the "Eye of Truth," but the voice did not disappear:

Bang, bang, bang—it sounded like two stones colliding. Lumian even visually "saw" sparks fly, saw dry leaves and branches ignite, and around the fire were White Bone, Gloom and mysteriously deep Cave, and howling sounds like wolves echoing from outside.

Boom, boom, boom, the leather drum resounded, and the sounds of various ancient instruments echoed in Lumian's ears, solemn, sacred, and magnificent. The image that had been flooding his mind Change accordingly—on a huge Altar in the desolate countryside, a figure with a face covered in beaded objects, wearing a magnificent High Crown and a wide, dark robe, ascended the steps to the highest point of the Altar. Around him, people with faces painted like Evil Ghost were dancing almost frantically to the beat of the drums. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a face seemed to peek out from within the low-hanging clouds. The priest with the magnificent High Crown raised his head, letting the beaded objects slide to his sides, revealing a face filled with terror.

A high-pitched, far-reaching, and desolate voice pierced the sky and resounded across the entire land. Lumian's body and mind seemed to be shaken. Before him appeared a vast and boundless plateau. On the plateau, trees were withered, Grass was sparse, and bare yellow earth and stones were exposed everywhere. Here, a large number of crisscrossing ravines were like the wrinkles on an old man's face, separating the desolate towns. A huge river rushed through this place, mighty and unstoppable, but it was stained with a turbid yellow.

The clear, melodious sound of pearls falling into a porcelain plate emanated from a uniquely shaped wooden pavilion. The surrounding buildings were Burning, and shouts of battle echoed across the river ahead. The pavilion, ignited by the gentle, pleasant melody, began to collapse, but the performer did not stop.

Amidst the melodious and enchanting singing, a woman in a strangely Long Dress stood on the stage, singing with captivating expression. Below, people sat around different tables, drinking alcoholic beverages and enjoying the performance in the dim light. Outside this place, which resembled Bar or Dance Hall, gunshots rang out like firecrackers, and civilians fell dead in the streets. Ruthless soldiers rushed past, stabbing those still struggling with bayonets on their rifles. In the distance, buildings Burning, flames shooting into the sky...

These sounds and images flooded into Lu He's mind like a torrent, making his eyes bloodshot, his head throb as if it were about to explode, and his thoughts completely turned into mush.

Neither Franca nor Jenna noticed Lumian's unusual behavior, as they were focused on dealing with Gardner Martin in the mirror.

First, Franca pressed the Black Flame against the Mirror smeared with the target's blood, and successfully saw the enemy, weakened by the outburst of desire, Burning with black Flames, and his Spirit Body suffer trauma.

Click.

Gardner in the Mirror was shattered, his silhouette outlined nearby, his gaze no longer unfocused.

Just then, Jenna, who had been moving at high speed and turning around occasionally to capture her target at the first moment, laid down the Vanity Mirror Gardner in the Mirror's blood and pressed the Black Flame she was holding onto it.

In the Gardner in the Mirror was once again set ablaze by the Witch’s Black Flame and suffered another fatal Curse.

He shattered again like Mirror, his figure appearing beside the giant black pillar.

His right hand reached into his pocket, seemingly wanting to take out a Mirror, and then, using fingernails, hair, blood, and other mediums, sever the connection between the Source of the Curse and himself through alternative means.

At that moment, Franca, who was also moving at high speed, leaned back slightly, raised the Mirror in her hand, and made contact with her other hand, which was holding the "Torture" gauntlet and Burning with Black Flame.

Black Flames erupted from Gardner in the Mirror, giving him no chance to use Mirror Magic to escape the Curse.

And so, Franca and Jenna took turns, one advancing and the other retreating, one Curse and the other waiting, like performing a duet with its own dance.

After five or six more Curse, Gardner in the Mirror froze in front of a Grayish-White Stone Pillars, no longer shattering like the Mirror itself.

He rapidly weakened and nearly lost consciousness amidst the silent, Burning Black Flame.

Seeing this, Franca dropped the "Torture" gauntlets, drew the "Cannon-Firing Gun," pulled back the hammer, and aimed at the target.

Bang!

The Iron-Black bullet pierced Gardner in the Mirror, ripped open his Skull, and shattered his skull.

Gardner in the Mirror swayed a few times before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The remains faded rapidly, leaving only a strange, almost dull, mirror-like fragment, as if coated with black Paint.

On the other side, the observant Anthony Reid noticed Lumian's abnormality and ran over to him, trying to "Soothing" him. But no matter how the "Psychiatrist" tried, Lumian's face became more and more Distortion, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to burst.

"Something's wrong here!" After catching a glimpse of Gardner in the Mirror out of the corner of his eye, Anthony immediately notified Franca and Jenna, hoping that the two Witch could find a way to resolve Lumian's current abnormality.

But a moment later, the dark fragments of the mirror began to glow faintly.

The surroundings suddenly became dark and transparent, as if the world had been instantly encased in a container made of mirrors.

Depths the Gloom, shadowy "mirror container," something is raging so fiercely that the air itself becomes tangible, pressing down from all directions.

Although they saw and heard nothing, Franca, Jenna, and Anthony still felt intense fear, as if their bodies had been thrown into an ice cave and instantly frozen.

Suddenly, they faintly heard a sigh, Women's sigh.

The black pillars not far away then glowed with a dim light, and the tiny, snake-like black hairs hidden in the void retracted, forming a barrier around the Square and creating a giant Orb of black hair.

Franca and the others immediately felt a sense of peace, no longer affected by fear, nor so cold that they couldn't even lift their hands.

At this moment, Lumian's mind was still filled with various sounds and images, and his Rationality was gradually being eroded by madness.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

That was a sigh from Men.

Then he saw a face, a figure.

It was a man sitting cross-legged in a quiet room, wearing High Crown and a blue robe.

The man had a face as beautiful as jade, but his eyes held an intense and unyielding sorrow and Pain, and he appeared rather gaunt.

He looked at Lumian, at the images, and picked up the brown stick, inlaid with white filaments, that lay beside him.

With a sigh, all other sounds Lumian heard and all other scenes he saw vanished.

They transformed into mournful screams, overlapping each other as if in Curse.

Although Lumian couldn't understand what they were shouting, the Vocabulary resonated in his mind in the purest form of knowledge, allowing him to understand what it meant without needing to master the corresponding language.

Those voices, converging into a torrent, screamed with resentment and hatred:

"Celestial Master!"

At the bottom of the Deep Valley Quarry, the hall where the machinery was running wildly had collapsed halfway. Many members of "Machinery Hivemind" had suffered injuries of varying degrees and had consciously evacuated the area to avoid affecting their teammates' battle.

The mechanical Giant Claude suddenly stopped moving, and countless overlapping roars echoed in his ears.

Amidst the roars, a sigh descended from above, unleashing a desolate Wilderness whose exact shape was obscured.

On the Wilderness, countless figures wandered, sometimes looking up at the sky and shouting out.

Seeing this Change, Archbishop Holamick did not take the opportunity to deal with the mechanical Giant Claude. Instead, he led the remaining members of "Machinery Hivemind" and quickly left the crumbling hall and the illusory, blurry Wilderness.

The mechanical Giant Claude's prosthetic eye, one like a ruby and the other like an emerald, suddenly dimmed.

He seemed to have lost his mind, slowly turning his body and stepping into that "Wilderness," as if he wanted to join those figures who were forever wandering.

Halfway there, the mechanical Giant Claude turned around amidst the sound of Gears turning and looked at Archbishop Holamick and the others.

An indescribable smile appeared on the face made of Metal Parts.

The next second, the mechanical Giant Claude withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

His figure gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the Wilderness along with it.

Depths Fourth Epoch Trier, beside that thick, wall-like Grayish-White Fog.

The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" were sketched out, their gazes simultaneously locked on "Lady Moon," whose veil had been removed and whose expression was blank.

This Gifted of the "Great Mother of Hetushu•com•com", the Lady Who Gives Birth to Deities, stood before the Gray Fog, her shadow charred black.

Both the "Magician" and "Justice" were astonished upon seeing this.

Almost simultaneously, the thick, wall-like Grayish-White Fog expanded, like a heartbeat.

Immediately afterwards, an aura of superiority, looking down upon all living beings and inducing submission, rapidly rose, suppressing the sighs that had echoed earlier.

The Grayish-White Fog in this area then went wild, spreading in all directions once again, making the Gray Fog in Fourth Epoch Trier even denser.

"Him?"

"So it was Him?"

"Justice" and "The Magician" whispered to each other, able to endure the negative consequences and continue their actions because they were not the targets.

The bewildered "Lady Moon" was suddenly enveloped in dazzling starlight.

On the Wilderness, Snarner Einhorn and Dist, the leader of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order," and other powerful figures once again restrained Vermonda Soren, the Angel who Loss of Control and transformed into Calamity Giant. However, they themselves were also being countered and were retreating, unable to seize an opportunity.

Just then, the Gray Fog that shrouded the ruins of Fourth Epoch Trier churned violently, as if the entire city itself had come to life.

The churning Gray Fog instantly stretched into a spear capable of shattering Mountain Peak, flying towards the restrained Vermonda Soren.

In an instant, the spear composed of Gray Fog Burning, turning purple and exuding an aura of superiority, as if it were about to conquer everything.

Whether it was Snarner Einhorn, Dist, or Vermonda Soren, at this moment they all seemed to see the city in the fog, their minds and bodies were Intimidation, and they dared not resist for a moment.

The magnificent purple Flame Spear traversed a considerable distance, piercing through the still incapacitated Calamity Giant, Vermonda Soren, splitting open his chest and pinning him to the Wilderness.

The Purple Flames dispersed, Daoist stood up from a kneeling position.

He wore blood-stained black armor, had long red hair, was young and handsome, but had two festering wounds on either side of his cheeks, and a Banner red mark between his brows.