The true purpose
Seeing Vazan Sanson's eyes widen, his breath gradually dissipate, and his face Distortion with Pain and tangible Despair, Lumian reached into his "Traveler’s Bag" and took out the Silver-White "Lie" ear clip, putting it on his left ear.
As he lay dying, Vazan Sansong suddenly saw a familiar figure.
The figure had light blue Eyes, bright features, and long, thick Blond Hair hair.
That's Aurora.
But this time, there was no fear or apprehension on Aurora's face, only a faint smile.
"Hoo..." Vazan Sanson uttered his last words.
He died with his eyes bulging out.
Lumian returned to her original form, casually removing the "Lie" earring as she said, "Dying so quickly? I was going to thank you for helping me digest the ' Despair ' Potion."
When he first advanced, he had already digested most of the "Despair" Potion, and now he has taken it a step further.
Lumian wasn't surprised by this. Based on the Mysticism knowledge he learned from the "Magician" Lady, the essence of "Acting Method" was to gradually bring his mind and body closer to the core symbol of the Potion through Acting, thereby bypassing the limitations and completing the digestion step by step. His state before and after taking the "Despair" Potion was very close to the name "Despair".
Lumian's Despair wasn't about having to become a "Witch." He had considered similar things more than once: to advance faster, to better cope with the possible Apocalypse, and to Resurrection his Older Sister as soon as possible. After all, there was always a chance to switch to the "Hunter" Pathway and become a man again.
He Despair because he was forced to do this and had no way to refuse. He Despair because all his previous efforts, struggles, and anger were all arranged by others, and he would have to follow their arrangements to become a "Witch".
Of course, when Despair reaches its extreme, the desire and belief in becoming powerful and changing everything also become extremely strong.
"Is this what you wanted?" Lumian muttered to himself with self-deprecation, as he ceased sealing off the area and allowed the remaining Mysticism Pathogens to completely dissipate.
Franca, Jenna, and Anthony had already rushed over after Vazan Sanson was impaled on the Ice Pillar.
Lumian suddenly sensed something and turned his gaze to a certain spot in the dark Ruins.
That was the place where the Half-God Higdon "Society of the End of All Things died.
There, specks of Yellowish Green light appeared out of thin air, rising upwards, only to be blocked back by the Barrier of the Special Mirror World.
Could this be a way to initially sever the connection and prevent some of the Gift Power from returning? Lumian, with his experience, immediately made the corresponding judgment.
At that moment, Franca and the others had already run up to him.
Looking at that familiar yet brightly beautiful but cold face, Franca opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.
Jenna looked at Lumian's current appearance, and only one thought came to her mind:
It's good that everyone is alive; the best thing is that everyone is still alive!
As for the rest, there's nothing to worry about.
Lumian pointed to the Yellowish Green light that was being blocked, and said in a slightly magnetic and distinctly Women, "You can take a weapon and put it Past."
This is the deliberate creation of Beyonder weapon.
Franca, Jenna, Anthony exchanged glances, then, without further ado, volunteered, "I'll go. I'm really lacking a weapon capable of harming a Half-God."
She is the second highest- Sequence Beyonder in the team— Ludwig is not included.
If she had possessed a similar weapon before, she might not have been so Despair when facing Higdon.
"Okay," Jenna said, expressing her opinion.
Anthony nodded.
This doesn't mean that if he placed the "Winter Is Coming" Revolver under those glowing spots, this Beyonder weapon would reset its usage count. Given its material, doing so would likely cause the Corruption to exceed its limit, causing it to crash.
Franca drew her "Cannon-Firing Gun" and rushed towards the area filled with Yellowish Green.
Lumian withdrew her gaze, glanced at Jenna, and smiled slightly, saying, "Do you have any ring-shaped items?"
Jenna looked at that radiant smile with a hint of surprise, but felt that she shouldn't ask at this moment.
She rummaged through her belongings and found an inexpensive Silver Bracelet, which she handed to Lumian.
After Lumian took the bracelet, he placed it on the head of Vazan Sanson's Corpse, waiting for the power of Fate to be intercepted.
He then looked towards the transparent boundary in the distance, which resembled Mirror, and saw his own reflection and face.
He forced a smile onto his face.
Because Aurora is someone who knows how to find joy even in hardship.
Before the Bloody Altar,
The "Hermit" Lady is trying to combine the Iron Cigarette Case, which carries the aura of the "The Fool," with the "Spear of Longinus" to directly attack the oil painting depicting the Endless Starry Sky Oil Painting. The "Magician" Lady, based on her extensive knowledge of sealing and powerful sealing abilities, carefully said, "The Power of Fate is to prevent interference from non- Participant in the Whirlpool Ritual from succeeding, and that terrifying voice affects all Beyonder like the ' Listener ' and the ' Mystery Pryer.' Perhaps we can break it apart separately."
"The Power of Fate most likely emanates from that Ring on the Oil Painting. If we can block it and shield it, we should be able to escape the Predestination Destiny of our interference, directly destroy the Oil Painting, and stop that terrifying sound."
"Block it..." The "Hermit" Lady, having received the message from "Miss Justice," immediately had an idea.
Taking advantage of the strengthening of the Barrier seal and the significant weakening of the power of Fate, she used a "Warlock's" spell to throw the Iron Cigarette Case at the Oil Painting on the Altar, making it land precisely on the area painted with silver and white with black Ring.
The Iron Cigarette Case completely covered and concealed the Ring, leaving no trace.
The little boy Will immediately said, "The Power of Fate has diminished considerably!"
Upon hearing this, the "Magician" Lady quickly raised her arms, causing the space around the Oil Painting to warp, Gloom, and deepen.
That space collapsed, disintegrating inch by inch, and even the Oil Painting and Altar showed obvious cracks.
Gray-White scales appeared on Miss Justice's face, and her body seemed to swell.
Similarly, Lady "Judgement" once again delivered her Verdict.
Seeing that her companions had launched their attacks, Lady "Hermit" once again conjured the ancient spear stained with strange blood and hurled it at the Oil Painting.
The already tattered Oil Painting, damaged by repeated blows, was completely pierced by the "Spear of Longinus" and nailed to the Altar.
Immediately afterwards, Flames that seemed to encompass all colors burst forth from the tip of the gun, completely igniting the Oil Painting from which terrifying sounds still emanated, and gradually burning it to ashes.
Above Trier.
One by one, the "Worm of Time" crawled back into Mr. Stars's body.
The holder of the Major Arcana, wearing Red Gloves, spoke in his original magnetic voice to Mr. The Hanged Man: "Amon has returned, and has briefly regained the power of the True God through the Pathway ' Error ' and 'The Gate.' I must return to the Church of Tranquility immediately."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Mr. Stars vanished instantly.
Mr. The Hanged Man looked down and saw the "Moon," transformed into Crimson Moonlight, fall into the compressed fog of the Villa, while Saint Viève of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun shone into it as Sunlight.
Depths the Primitive Island, outside the Mausoleum the "Black Emperor".
Located at the edge of the Astral World, Amon looked down at Perle, at the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" and the miniature Crimson Moon that were still struggling to approach the corresponding point of light within the White Fog, without making any move.
"What are you waiting for?" Roselle asked, his face contorted with growing Pain.
"Just like you're thinking now, the most audacious idea you've ever had." Amon adjusted his Monocle on his right eye and smiled in response, "If it were just to clear the followers of the ' Mist of Uncertainty,' there would be no need for such trouble, nor would it be worth us revealing our trump cards."
Roselle glanced at the ongoing transaction below and said, "That could pose a significant risk."
"Once a decision is made, one must accept the corresponding consequences. How can one accomplish something great without taking any risks or bearing any losses?" Amon said with a smile, then added, "This is not my statement, nor yours."
Before Roselle, whose Pain was intensifying from the growing White Fog, could respond, Amon glanced into the distance and said, "Those guys from the ' Tarot Club ' are alright; I don't need to personally descend Past destroy that Oil Painting."
At this point, Amon, wearing Monocle, revealed an eager expression:
"Now, it's time."
He turned his gaze to the Mausoleum the "Black Emperor," and to Bernadette, who was trapped Mausoleum and unable to leave by Roselle.
That One "Queen of Mysteries" suddenly remembered something, as if a memory had been unraveled and revealed itself.
She immediately stretched out her right hand and quickly sketched out one Vocabulary after another, each imbued with Starlight, in front of her.
These characters, seemingly the Source of all languages Southern and Northern Continent, quickly intertwined into strange symbols, opening a "Mystical Door" that appeared to lead to the Depths of the Spirit World.
The "Mystical Door" opened silently, Gale out, transforming into a man with a human upper body and airflow lower body, wrapped in a white cloth.
"The Wishing Lamp and that item," Bernadette commanded in a stern voice.
The man whose lower body was covered in air respectfully replied, then took out two items from the white cloth Entanglement around his body:
A miniature kettle, its surface Golden and covered with mysterious and complex symbols, with something resembling a lamp wick protruding from its spout—this was the "0-05" "Wishing Lamp" that the followers of the "Mist of Uncertainty" desired.
The other was a gray stone Stone Slab, also inscribed with characters that seemed to Source of all languages of the Southern and Northern Continent. Its surface was covered with many marks, mottled and weathered.