Chapter 154 Temptation Thermiporos's powerful and majestic voice echoed in Lumian's ears: "Yes." Lumian immediately laughed. He said in a sarcastic tone: "In other words, the deaths of Aurore and everyone in the village were all for you to descend upon the earth? "Why should I help you get rid of the seal? If you became an angel through the gift, I can use the ceremony just now, under the watchful eyes of that great being, to steal your power again and again until I also have the status of an angel of the fateful path. Then I can resurrect Aurore myself and let everyone return to the state before the destruction of Cordu Village. By then, how weak will you be? "If you have the corresponding extraordinary characteristics, I can wait until I become an angel of the Hunter Path and master a destiny power roughly equal to yours. I can prepare enough helpers, then release you, defeat you, subdue you, and force you to resurrect Auror. No, I should be able to do it myself. I will make you suffer eternal torture until the end of time. "I was not very interested in obtaining the gift of the 'Fate' path, but after knowing that the ceremony was for your descent, I began to look forward to the scene where all your power and pride would be transferred to me." Lumian became more and more excited as he spoke, and it seemed that the "Provocateur" potion had been digested a little more. Thermipoulos' tone remained unchanged, as if he was unaffected: “I have seen many extraordinary people in the starry sky, and countless groups of people who have been blessed by the Lord. Most of them cannot enter the gate of divinity because if they take one more step forward, their bodies and spirits will completely collapse. "And there are countless dangers on the way to pursuing divine power. Are you sure you can really become an angel? “You should know that this is no longer a matter of a few thousandths of a percent. Even a few tens of millions or tens of millions are not enough to describe the difficulty of obtaining the status of an angel. "If you die on the path to transcendence, Aurore Lee will also die completely, and the seal on your body will naturally be lifted, and I will also be able to escape from the predicament." Lumian tilted his head back slightly and laughed.
This sound echoed in the hollow of the quarry, highlighting the silence and depression underground. "In that case, why don't you wait patiently for me to die?" Lumian walked out of the empty quarry with a calcium carbide lamp in hand. As he walked, he showed an indescribable smile. "I don't care what you want to do or what you want to achieve. I don't care whether you are good people or bad people. I only know that everyone in Aurore and Cordu Village died because of you." He paused, then laughed a little twisted and crazy: "Someone has to pay the price for this matter, Guillaume Bene, you, or even the Lord you mentioned!" Thermiporos said nothing more. The majestic voice that echoed in Lumian's heart, brain, blood vessels, bone marrow and cavity disappeared completely. Huh... Lumian, who was walking in the darkness underground holding a calcium carbide lamp, gasped for breath. Although the conversation just now lasted only a few minutes, he felt like he had exhausted all his strength. In his previous understanding, pollution was pollution, and at most it was equal to the power bestowed by the evil god. He never thought that there was an angel sealed in his body! In the ruins of Cordu Village, on top of the bloody mountain, the giant body with three heads and six arms that would make anyone on the verge of losing control was created just to carry the descending angels. It was unknown how far away it was from a real angel, but it already made Lumian feel that he could not face it directly, could not resist it, and could never defeat it. Lumian had to admit that Thermipoulos's words were tempting. If he hadn't kept in mind that all this was caused by those guys, he would probably have chosen to give it a try. In his opinion, there is no essential difference between believing in the "Eternal Sun", believing in the "God of Steam and Machinery", and believing in the secret existence named after fate. At most, it is just losing oneself. Lumian, who had just calmed down, suddenly became alert, slipped into a gap nearby, and covered the calcium carbide lamp with rubble. A few seconds later, three hurried footsteps passed through the next tunnel and disappeared into the depths of darkness. "There are also people coming and going in underground Trier..." Lumian waited patiently for two minutes, dug out the calcium carbide lamp, and returned to the tunnel leading to the upper level. After being interrupted, his emotions calmed down a lot and he thought of a question: Since the pollution in his body is alive and is the angel Thermipolos from the realm of fate, why did his ritual to pray for blessings ultimately succeed? Thermiporos is not pure force without self-awareness that will automatically respond to the "correct" ritual. He is completely free to refuse to grant the gift. “Is it possible that He cannot even not respond to the ritual and is sealed to this extent?” Thinking of this, Lumian suddenly understood why Thermiporos was in a hurry to escape. According to the "Magician" lady, every time she receives a gift, Thermiporos will be weakened a little, and the corresponding pollution will also be reduced. At the same time, the seal of that great being will not weaken. As Thermiporos's strength decreases, he will be restricted more and more. When it reaches a certain level, even his consciousness may be erased.
Lumian felt more reassured and began to reflect on Thermipolos' words: “The Old Days, above the Sequence, He said the Old Days and above the Sequence…” As soon as Lumian remembered this, his head began to throb, as if something was about to burst out of his brain. He immediately stopped thinking about it, and muttered to himself with lingering fear: "Some knowledge, just knowing it, can bring serious harm? If I didn't have the seal of that great being, I would have died or mutated just now? "I was just thinking about whether I should take advantage of Thermiporos' eagerness to escape and squeeze out his value, so that he can respond to those ritual magics and increase the probability of success and the final effect. But now it seems that the angel has plenty of ways to kill me, even if he is still sealed... "We must be cautious and careful with things like this. Before I really use Thermopylae, I must let Ms. Magician review my plan to see if there are any problems." In this matter, Lumian felt that even Hela, the vice president of the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society, might not be able to provide effective suggestions. Only the "Magician" lady who could enter and exit the cycle freely and easily eliminate the giant on the top of the Bloody Mountain and seemed to have a very high status could be trusted by him at present. As his thoughts turned, Lumian relied on his "hunter's" ability to observe and remember the environment, and returned to the floor marked with the street names, holding the calcium carbide lamp. He tried to shout: "Thermiporos..." No one responded. Lumian wanted to ask the angel sealed in his body if he knew what happened in Cordu Village, but after careful analysis, he felt that Thermopylae probably didn't know the truth either. He came to Koldu Village when the ceremony was almost over, and was sealed immediately afterwards, so there was no way of knowing the details before that. “Huh…” Lumian let out a breath and examined his current condition. His "Provocateur" potion was further digested, almost equivalent to summarizing a new rule of acting. "Could it be that provoking a high-ranking person can speed up the digestion of the 'Provocateur' potion? Oh, yes, this is a high-ranking person in the realm of fate. To some extent, he can be regarded as a part of fate. It is somewhat consistent with my role-playing rules..." Lumian laughed. If Thermiporos had not responded, he would have planned to provoke Him at the same pace as three meals a day! Speculating this, Lumian felt that the cost-effectiveness of provoking an angel to digest such a small amount of potion seemed a bit low. He suspected there were two reasons. One was that Thermiporos was sealed and his danger was abnormally low. The other was that Thermiporos had not been truly provoked. Shaking his head, Lumian gathered his thoughts and stopped thinking about something he couldn't figure out the correct answer to. He turned back to the chaotic street underground and climbed up the stone stairs leading to the light. After turning off the calcium carbide lamp and returning to the door of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian immediately saw Charlie sitting on the steps outside. Charlie was smoking a cigarette, looking up at the sky which was stained with a little gray and white mist, with a slightly melancholy expression. "What's wrong?" Lumian sat down next to Charlie. Charlie sighed and said: "Miss Ethans has moved away." “Isn’t this a good thing?” Lumian asked with a smile. Charlie paused for a moment before saying: "It's a good thing indeed. There are too many people here who know her and what she has done. Sigh..." Lumian sighed, stood up, walked to the vendor selling sour wine, and took out a copper coin worth 5 copeks: "Give me half a litre of apple sour." The vendor immediately smiled: "Ok."
This time, he gave Lumian more than half a liter of wine. Lumian raised his eyebrows, but without asking, he walked back to Charlie, sat down, and said casually: "That guy selling sour wine seems to know me?" Charlie smiled: "He probably knows you're from the Savoy gang, no, the Savoy Party." "How would he know?" Lumian asked after taking a sip of sour wine. Charlie coughed: "After I told Miss Ethans the good news last night, I went to the underground bar for a drink and told everyone about you becoming a member of the Savoy Party and taking over the Golden Cockerel Hotel." At this moment, a picture appeared in Lumian's mind: Charlie jumped onto the small round table with a beer in his hand, waving his short arms and saying: "Ladies and gentlemen, come here and listen to me. An incredible thing happened in the hotel today! You won't believe it. Charles, who lives in room 207, has become the leader of the Savoy Party and has driven the Sting Gang out of the hotel!" Retracting his thoughts from this scene, Lumian sighed slowly and said to Charlie: "You're just worried that the police won't come looking for me, right?" (End of this chapter)