Chapter 258 "Bridge of Communication" When Lumian heard about the plan of the Blissful Society, his first reaction was that Susanna had made a mistake, something crucial. What is sealed in his body is not the pollution of an angelic person, but a real angel! The former has no self-awareness and reacts entirely on instinct. Unless the seal can be lifted and it can re-establish contact with the main body, it is just a pile of explosives with the detonator temporarily removed. Although there is still a possibility of explosion, for Susanna and other evil god believers, the situation is obviously controllable. As long as they find the right method, with the help of the environment inside the "Shadow Tree" that is isolated from reality, the various arrangements of the rituals and the watchful eyes of the evil god during the sacrifice, they can completely prevent the pollution of the angel's personality from threatening themselves after breaking the seal and sacrifice it to the "Mother Tree of Desire". The latter can think, has a brain, and possesses strong initiative, so it is impossible for them to just watch themselves being sacrificed. When the seal is completely lifted, can Susannah, Charlotte and the others really deal with a real angel? One of them is a Sequence 5 evil spirit who must rely on the "Shadow Tree" to possess a slight divinity, and the other is obviously still an "actor" with an uncontrollable desire to perform. A true angel is at least Sequence 2 and can be called "Him". In ancient times, they were almost equal to gods and were called "followers of gods". The gap between the two is as big as that between saints and ordinary people. Lumian did not try to escape from Thermiporos at first because he was worried that this sinister and hateful angel would take this opportunity to make him do something that seemed normal on the surface but secretly helped him to infiltrate more power out of the seal. In that case, the final outcome would most likely be the death of Lumian, the death of Susanna, the death of Charlotte, the "Shadow Tree" being destroyed or retracted into the ground, and Thermipolos truly coming into this world. Now, with no other choice, Lumian had to walk onto the tightrope over the abyss, hoping to maintain his balance.
If he is not careful afterwards, he will fall and there will be no way to save him. As soon as he finished speaking, Thermopylae's deep and majestic voice rang in his ears. After hearing and rejecting the other party's temptation for the first time, Lumian successfully remembered the existence of this angel, but he never communicated with Him again. He could only realize that His fate was linked to his own through the abnormal or destined development of some things around him, and that He had not given up and was still making certain attempts. Now, after so many days, Lumian heard Thermipoulos' words directly once again, and truly felt that there was an angel sealed inside of him. Thermipolos' voice was somewhat relaxed and comfortable, echoing in his ears: "If looking down on me can free me from the seal, then I hope they will look down on me even more. "This is a very good environment. I have been waiting for such an environment. Even if you die soon and the seal loses its support, people outside will not be able to detect the corresponding changes and will not be able to stop me from breaking free from the shackles. "They may not kill you directly, but as long as they try to open the seal and perform the act of sacrifice, I can make the destined fate happen ahead of time, leave your body, and destroy their ritual." Thermipolos said so much, and the implication seemed to be: This is the opportunity I've been waiting for! Why should I help you? Just wait patiently for the end! Lumian fell silent and jumped away from his original position. The roots of the trees there cracked, and giant, wet, pale flowers grew out. The petals of the giant flowers opened one by one, like the abyss opening its mouth. A sneeze! Lumian took another sniff of the occult smelling salts to shake his mind from its drowsiness. He immediately raised his head and looked up at Susanna Mathis in the sky, laughing almost crazily: "Haha, you are the stupidest people I have ever met! "You actually arranged this ceremony without knowing anything. Did your brain get hollowed out because of your belief in the 'Mother Tree of Desire', or was your head filled with all kinds of liquids? “I tell you, what is sealed in my body is not the pollution of an angel, but a real angel. His name is Thermipolus! “As soon as you break the seal, He will come here and kill all of you. He will break this dirty and tattered Fallen Tree on the spot and throw it into the cesspool! "If I were you, I would stop the ceremony right now and let me go!" Susanna Mathis, who kept changing her position in the illusory tree canopy, cast her eyes downward. She looked at Lumian and said with a smile: "Are you bluffing again? You really love bluffing. I got fooled by you last time, and I won't be fooled again this time."
On a branch not far from her, one of the few windows visible on the surface of the Golden Rooster Inn, which was wrapped in vines and branches, reflected the figure of the playwright Gabriel. He held a pen and frantically wrote his name on the paper, just like those famous writers signing for their readers. He was caught up in the desire to become famous after the script of "Light Chasers" was well received. Suzanne Mathis further said: “Also, we considered the possibility that it wasn’t contamination, but that there was an angel. "So we have modified the key parts of the ritual under the inspiration of the gods. You will be the main sacrifice, along with the seal and the angel, and will be sent to the great 'Mother Tree of Desire'. This will not affect the final effect. "Sacrifice is not cooking. Ingredients must be made into dishes. All we need to do is send the sacrifice to the gods. As for how to deal with you, the seal on your body and the angel in your body, it is up to the great 'Mother Tree of Desire' to decide. "Why else do you think I didn't actually attack you? That could cause the seal to be broken prematurely! "Don't even think about threatening me with suicide. I will give you a strong desire to live." This made Thermipolos seem like a precious gift that would run away by itself, the seal was a locked box, and Lumien was the exquisite packaging. Susanna and Charlotte did not intend to remove the packaging, open the box, take out the gift inside, and give it to the "Mother Tree of Desire", but planned to take the box and packaging together to the gods to avoid the huge risks that might exist. After listening to Susanna Matisse's words, Lumian felt no surprise, no fear, no disappointment or frustration. He lowered his head slightly, looked at his left chest, and raised the corner of his mouth again: "Thermiporos, did you hear me? You will be sent to the deity called the Mother Tree of Desire, and you will not be given a chance to escape from the seal. "I don't know how the 'Mother Tree of Desire' will deal with you, but I don't think it will be a good thing. Do you really want to wait for the final outcome as a bystander?" This time, Thermiporos did not respond to Lumian immediately. After a few seconds, His voice echoed in a low and overlapping voice: "Pull out your Corrupted Mercury and cut the trunk of the Shadow Tree. Make sure it penetrates the second layer of bark." Lumian was stunned for a moment and said: "Can the fate of the 'Shadow Tree' also be exchanged?" Thermipolos' voice regained its majestic feel: “It wasn’t possible before, but it is possible now. "That tree itself has certain living characteristics, equivalent to the mythical tree man that has not yet truly developed wisdom." Lumian did not hesitate. He reached in with his left hand, passed through the scarlet flame cloak and the robe made of flesh and blood, and pulled out the silver-black dagger with layers of evil patterns. He bent down slightly, and with red flames flowing, he ran towards the trunk of the "Shadow Tree" like a cheetah, jumping continuously on the way to avoid the cracks and blooming giant flowers. Seeing Lumian's new actions, Susanna Mathis didn't care too much and didn't believe that he could really hurt the "Shadow Tree" and herself, but she was still cautious and planned to directly ignite his desire and create corresponding illusions, allowing him to "communicate" with a certain flower or a certain tree hole. Susanna Mathis's green eyes reflected the figure of Lumian wearing a flesh robe and a cloak of flames, and her eyes instantly became moist. She had hoped to see the target change direction immediately and rush towards the pale giant flower, but Lumian seemed unaffected and rushed straight to the brown-green trunk. Under his body covered by a cloak of flames, Lumian held the mystic smelling salts in his right hand and placed it in front of his nose. The smoke made his eyes burst into tears and he could hardly sneeze, but he still relied on the endurance of a "mendicant monk" to endure it. Susanna Mathis was quite puzzled by this. With her status and sequence, even if the other party was holding mystical smelling salts and smelling them all the time, she should not be completely unaffected. Normally, given the difference in power between the two sides, it would be entirely possible for her to make Lumian sneeze while he went looking for the pale giant flower and the brown-green crack while he was sniffing the mystic smelling salts. Of course, in similar scenarios, there is also the probability of failure in exerting influence, but it is definitely lower than the possibility of success, much lower. And now, Suzanne Matisse's first attempt failed to produce any effect, just like a skilled dice thrower who throws the smallest number without any warning.
A sneeze! Lumian sneezed loudly. While his mind was still clear and before Susanna could exert her influence for the second time, he blocked the opening of the metal bottle with his right fingers and stabbed the "Fallen Mercury" in his hand into the brown-green trunk of the "Shadow Tree", into the needle-sized hole he had made with the blazing white spear. With a clang, the "Fallen Mercury" seemed to have hit an iron plate and failed to penetrate any further. A sneeze! Lumian, who had just inhaled a large amount of the scent of occult smelling salts, sneezed again, getting rid of another desire provoked by Susanna, causing her to fail again. Lumian's right hand, holding the metal vial, was swirling with red flames. It absorbed the flaming cloak covering its body and quickly condensed into a blazing white glove. The next second, Lumian raised his right fist and smashed it hard on the top of the hilt of "Corrupted Mercury", just like a blacksmith hammering a weapon. With a bang, the blazing white glove separated from Lumian's right hand and exploded directly at the end of "Fallen Mercury". Boom! Lumian's left palm holding the knife was blown into a bloody mess, with several blackened spots, and the "Fallen Mercury" was pushed forward by the exaggerated impact force of the explosion. It penetrated the first layer of bark with great difficulty and inserted shallowly into the trunk of the "Shadow Tree". (End of this chapter)