"Fate Hunter"

Before Franca could Lumian, Franka rattled off the part of the "Dream Festival" that concerned the "Underworld Daoist."

She exclaimed excitedly, "The interaction between the two worlds is closer than I imagined!"

"I never imagined that there were similar points of interaction between the two worlds besides the ' Samaritan Woman Spring,' and that they were all related to the illusory river in the book."

At this point, Franca muttered to herself:

Unfortunately, the man who appeared on the Fourth Level of the Catacombs, seemingly from our world, has still not been found... "007," no, how can the "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church be so inefficient? They haven't even found the traitor who cooperated with "April Fool's Day" yet...

After Franca finished speaking, Lumian briefly added information about the origins of the Black Ancient Tomb and the condition of the Ancient Corpse.

Still dressed as Black Widow, Hella listened quietly and nodded slightly, saying, "What is clear at the moment is that the illusory river is not the River of the Underworld in River of the Underworld Underworld; it must be something of a higher level."

"Yes." Lumian wasn't surprised at all by Hella's statement. "The Black Ancient Tomb not only demonstrates the power of the ' Death God ' Pathway, but also the ' Evernight ' and ' Warrior ' Pathway."

The current world's River of the Underworld legends are all related to death. (https://m. hetushu. com. com)

Lumian felt that this might involve beings like "Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth," "Mother Tree of Desire," and "Great Mother," who occupy multiple Pathway and multiple divine thrones.

Hella glanced at Franca, paused for a moment, and said, "If what ' Armored Wraith ' said is correct, the Underworld Daoist's condition is definitely not right. If you want to make contact with Him, you must be extremely cautious and ensure you have a way to escape the area."

The term "Armored Wraith" refers to the Underworld Daoist as "sacrificing themselves in the river," meaning giving up their own body or life.

"Understood." Franca sighed. "I plan to consider this matter again after I become Sequence 5."

While sighing, she thought to herself with smug satisfaction:

The "Pleasure" Potion has been used up in large quantities recently, and even without other opportunities, I can prepare for the "Witch of Pain" ascension Ritual in two or three months... Now I need to start collecting the necessary Potion ingredients...

I can't say, I can't say, I can't tell Lumian. Showing off like this makes me seem vulgar and disrespectful to Jenna...

Lumian glanced back and forth between Hella and Franca with some confusion.

He felt that Lady. Hella seemed to have something or something important to say to Franca, but ultimately didn't say it.

Lumian rarely sensed that Lady. Hella was "troubled," but the glance she gave Franca and the few seconds of silence she uttered made him realize that she was hesitant.

It's a pity that Franca is often so carefree and doesn't pay attention to details; otherwise, if she had asked directly, she might have gotten some information... Lost in Lumian figured that since Lady Hella wasn't speaking now, she must have her reasons. So, suppressing his doubts, he pointed to the very front of the dilapidated Palace and said, "I'm going to prepare for the Ritual."

"Okay," Franca replied with great interest.

Although she had witnessed Lumian acquiring the power of the "Ascetic," that was within Trier in the Fourth Epoch Trier, a place fraught with danger that kept her constantly on edge, forcing her to be fully aware of her surroundings, unlike now where she could relax and "enjoy" the experience.

Lumian thought for a moment, then took a Metal Vial from Hidden Pocket in his vest and tossed it to Franca.

"If I'm in a really bad state later, you just have to forcefully break down the ' Spirit Wall ' and throw it in front of me or onto me."

"Do you need me to unscrew the cap?" Franca asked with a smile.

"What do you think?" Lumian raised an eyebrow.

"Of course," Franca said with a smile. "Just kidding, I just wanted to help you relax."

"Thank you!" Lumian turned around and walked to the huge stone chair at the Depths of the Ancient Palace.

His intuition told him that this weathered, enormous stone chair might have some connection to Mr. The Fool.

This will allow him to better attract Mr. The Fool's attention during his subsequent Ritual.

Seeing Lumian use the stone chair as Altar, arrange the corresponding items, and solemnly place a Loen Pound in front of the White Candles representing the Deity, Hella said calmly, "Don't worry about not being able to respond."

Those who wish to Concealment will naturally be Concealment; those who do not wish to Concealment will not be Concealment.

Lumian was relieved and used the sanctification Ritual Silver Dagger to create a "Spirit Wall."

Franca and Hella's voices suddenly became faint, as if they were coming from a great distance.

Lumian didn't rush into the Ritual; instead, he lowered his voice and deliberately "Provocation" Termiboros:

"I'm about to drain your power again. What are your thoughts?"

He hoped to provoke Termiboros to some extent, so that the latter might reveal hidden problems in his response, allowing him to grasp in advance whether this Fate Angel was secretly plotting something, and what that plot was.

Early detection, early treatment, early resolution!

The Termiboros resounded:

"The further you go, the closer you get to the finish line. This is Fate, and it cannot be changed."

"Is this your self-comfort?" Lumian mocked Termiboros's riddle-like behavior.

The voice of Termiboros echoed through Lumian's body, layer by layer:

"Gift draw the Gifted closer to the giver. You may appear to be drawing my power away, but in reality, you are constantly pushing your Destiny toward me, making yourself more and more like me."

"This allowed me to see some things through your eyes, through your Destiny."

"You and I are actually the same, both insects trapped in Destiny. Except for the great beings, all living beings are like this."

In the near future, you will find:

"Death is the end of everything, madness is the eternal melody."

That's like saying nothing at all... Termiboros implying that I'll suffer a blow in the near future? Lumian chuckled and said, "Are you saying this on purpose, hoping to make me go to acquire the ' Fate Hunter ' power with worry and fear, and then die here?"

"Don't worry, death and madness can't stop me."

Having said this, without Termiboros's response, Lumian gazed at the candlelight and began to recite in a low voice:

Ah, the Power of Fate!

You are the Past, the present, and the Future;

You are the cause, the result, and the process;

"..."

As the Ritual progressed, Franca and Hella saw that everything inside the Altar had changed: the stones softened, the candlelight expanded, the ground seemed to rot into a swamp, and countless strange Insects and disappeared in the void.

The darkness outside the dilapidated Palace grew ever deeper and more profound. Silvery-black liquid flowed from Lumian's chest, enveloping his entire body, making him appear like a Corruption Mercury Statues.

Lumian writhed in Pain, his body Distortion, contorting, and contorting in various ways, as if he had no bones and his skin and flesh were filled with Mercury.

Franca was stunned by this, and felt a strange phantom pain.

In the midst of extreme, familiar Pain, Lumian saw Aurora.

Aurora, with her thick, long Blond Hair, is attempting a "Soul-Summoning Spell"!

Lumian stepped forward and stopped Aurora.

Just as he was pleased that the problem had been nipped in the bud and that Aurora should no longer split into the evil personality of Roche Louise Sanson, he was shocked to find that Aurora's body was undergoing a drastic Change, swelling into a three-headed, six-armed Monster sitting cross-legged in a bloody and mangled state.

Lumian saw Aurora trying to ask Hella for help again, and he reluctantly offered his help so that his Older Sister would not forget the matter. However, when Hella arrived, Aurora had not yet performed the final Ritual, but she still turned into a huge three-headed, six-armed Monster.

Lumian's vision then took in several Aurora at different stages of their lives, each about to make crucial choices.

Lumian desperately tried to save the Destiny of these Aurora and stop them from sliding into the Abyss, but even though he succeeded in diverting their Destiny to another tributary each time, the final result was still that Aurora' bodies and souls collapsed, turning them into three-headed, six-armed Monster.

Is this Fate? Is this an unchangeable outcome? Lumian's eyes turned bloodshot as he made increasingly frantic, futile efforts.

Just then, he caught a whiff of a delicate, sweet scent, and heard a soothing chant in his ear.

Lumian quickly regained his composure, his Rationality, and his clarity of mind.

The Aurora flowers before him vanished abruptly, leaving only the still- Burning candlelight.

Lumian instinctively turned around to look behind him and found that Franca and "Hella" had come close by; the "Spirit Wall" had been broken.

At the same time, Franca saw that in Lumian's eyes, silver and iron black colors flickered and alternated, eventually merging together and settling into a silver-black color.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had escaped danger and successfully obtained the power of the "Fate Hunter".

Yet, a deep sense of frustration and loss still lingered within him.

The events he just experienced in his hallucination seemed to foreshadow the ultimate fate of his Wish to Resurrection Aurora.

It took Lumian ten or twenty seconds to finally break free from that emotion and regain his resolve.

How can you give up before you've even really tried!

Franca breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, screwed on the bottle cap, and asked with a smile, "So, what new abilities do you have?"

"You really don't consider yourself an outsider, do you? How can you just casually ask someone what Beyond Ability they've recently acquired?" Lumian muttered to Franca, then seriously examined his own Change.

His Eyes, which had just returned to normal, turned silver-black once more, reflecting the figures of Franca and "Hella".

He immediately saw the illusory Mercury-Colored river corresponding to the two Lady, the main riverbank representing their Past and present, its shimmering waves, and the numerous tributaries branching off from their present state.

The illusory river flowed slowly forward, swallowing all the tributaries, leaving only one, which became the main stream, and the main stream continued to branch out into new tributaries...

Lumian discovered that, whether it was Franca or Hella, one of their tributaries had a faint black tinge.