Chapter 322 "Travel" The "Hum-Ha Technique" is named after the combination of the "hum" sound of the nose and the "ha" sound of the mouth, which makes Lumian feel quite special. Moreover, the Armored Shadow was suspected to be a human or a humanoid intelligent creature when he was alive, so many of his characteristics and abilities have their own names. Unlike those confused guys, they can only rely on Lumian to help them summarize and give them simple names for easy memorization. The information transmitted through the special connection allowed Lumian to discover that the "Hum-Ha Technique" was also a spell-like ability that could affect spirits. It uses the two sounds of "ha" and "hum" to mobilize its own spirit, create mystical changes, form special waves, and rush towards the target. Any creature touched by this wave will suffer from severe dizziness at the very least, or at worst, it will be like suffering a "mental piercing", and the target may even fall into a coma. This ability will also gradually become stronger as the user's status increases, which means that it has the potential to affect divine creatures, provided that Lumian also advances to Sequence 4 or temporarily improves his own status in some way. It's not bad, not worse than the unconscious scream, and "hum" and "ha" are better than screaming... Seeing that there is not much time left, Lumian began to make promises and sign contracts. In fact, he was also quite curious about the other abilities and traits of the Armored Shadow, because their names all had an indescribable weirdness, such as "Night Parade of Ten Thousand Ghosts" and "Soul-Eating Scream". This time, a black object like a seal mark landed on Lumian’s right chest, and the ceremony ended.
He quickly tied the "respectable" brooch to the string and put it back into the iron-gray military wine flask. He then removed the "spiritual wall", cleaned the altar, and picked up the items that had been dropped on the ground. Then, a faint light flashed on Lumian's right shoulder, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, entering a magical world full of overlapping colors and strange creatures. The next second, he left the spirit world slightly dizzy and appeared in the bedroom on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom. Lumian rubbed his throbbing head, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction: "It is indeed the real 'Spiritual World Shuttle'. This ability is so practical..." The only problem is that it consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy. With Lumian's dual upgrades of "The Contracted One" and "Arsonist", he can only complete it three or four times. Considering the consumption of using fire and the reserve for unexpected situations, in a more intense battle, he can only use it once, and the limit is twice. If it were a pure "contracted person", even without any other consumption, he could only "teleport" twice normally. And this is the case when only the surrounding coordinates are selected. Of course, the surrounding coordinates do not only correspond to the surrounding areas. The spiritual world is a very magical and special world, where up and down, left and right, front and back, and even time are all mixed together. It overlaps with the real world and has its own chaos. Except for things gathered together by the same concept, everything else seems to arrange their positions randomly by rolling dice. To put it simply, Trier as a whole, a powerful concept, has a corresponding area in the spiritual world. It will not be scattered in different places, but its vicinity is no longer the surrounding towns and villages. It may be a concept corresponding to a river in the southern continent, or it may be a projection of the settlement of underwater creatures. Without accurate positioning, Lumian can only "teleport" within Trier, otherwise he will inevitably get lost in the spirit world, which would be very, very dangerous. Just now, when he tried to travel through the spirit world, all the places he had visited many times in Trier appeared in his mind in the form of strange coordinates, allowing him to "teleport" directly back to the Breeze Ballroom instead of running to other corners of this metropolis. At the same time, Lumian vaguely sensed the "White City" of Lapus in the Highland Kingdom, where he had been before. It was not too far from Trier in the spiritual world, but it was not close either. It was obviously impossible for Lumian to "teleport" there directly, and he had to find one or two other coordinates between the two sides for transit. “That’s pretty good.” Lumian sighed with satisfaction. Apart from the restrictions on the number of times and "distance", the "spiritual world shuttle" obtained from the "abscessed hand" perfectly met his expectations. Lumian then walked to a full-length mirror, activating the black mark on his left shoulder while watching his charred self gradually transform into a middle-aged man with a few white hairs on his temples, fleshy cheeks, brown eyes, deep facial features, clear contours, and a friendly temperament. Gardner Martin! I can restore the appearance, body and temperament, but I can only rely on myself for the behavior and tone... Lumian evaluated the ability of "Nisse's Face". Just now, when he changed, he consumed a considerable amount of spiritual energy, but only a little was needed to maintain the change. He could live in the appearance of Gardner Martin for more than ten hours. Lumian released the "Face of Nether", stepped back a few steps, looked at the mirror, and opened his mouth.
"what!" He suddenly felt his spirit pouring into the black mark on his right chest. His spirit body began to vibrate, and a barely visible yellowish light gushed out of his mouth. The light penetrated the mirror, flew out of the wall, and disappeared completely after nearly ten meters. “It’s only effective at close range… It consumes less energy than ‘Spiritual Journey’ and more than ‘Face of Nether’. I can probably use it four or five times in a battle…” Lumian, who was burned all over, exhaled slowly, put on his clothes, fell on the bed, and fell asleep. Lumian temporarily put aside the gold he owed to Armored Shadow and the promise to help "Festering Hand" find a body. There was still a lot of time anyway. What he needed most now was rest and recovery, and wait for the disgusting aura brought by the "Dignity" brooch to subside naturally. the next morning. Wearing a black felt hat, a shirt, a sweater, and a thicker jacket, Lumian rang the doorbell of Apartment 3 at 601 White Coat Street. Franka opened the door with a depressed look on her face and was surprised by Lumian's attire: "Is your temperature perception confused?" Lumian did not answer but asked: "Have you collected any real mummy ashes?" "You asked this question just yesterday!" Franca replied unhappily. The answer is no. Lumian laughed. "I'll take you to find the real mummy." "Where to find it?" Franca was confused and curious. Lumian walked into the room and answered casually: "The Starry Plateau of the Southern Continent." "How do we get there?" Franca glanced at the bathroom and asked in a low voice, "You don't want to trouble your Major Arcana, do you?" "I just wrote a letter to ask for a transfer location." Lumian said with a smile. "Transit positioning..." Franka quickly guessed based on her knowledge of mysticism, "Did you get a magical item that can 'teleport'?" Lumian shook his head and explained roughly: "Use my contracted creature." "What kind of contract is so powerful?" Franka blurted out in surprise. She had previously wondered why Lumian was in such a hurry to select contracted creatures. Normally, those willing to sign a contract with Sequence 7 were relatively ordinary, and a ritual had to be arranged before they could be summoned, making them unlikely to be useful in most battles. Lumian smiled and said: "A special kind of contract." “Uh…” Franca looked Lumian up and down and walked around him half a circle. The "witch" in trousers and shirt cleared her throat and said: "Are we brothers?" “Not really.” Lumian answered without hesitation, “We have different beliefs!” “Isn’t it all just surface steam, Mr. Fool?” Franka lowered her voice again. Lumian responded "piously": "I still have some faith in the Eternal Sun." After all, I have believed it for almost six years.
Franka was speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds she asked again: "Does that count as a friend?" “Okay.” This time, Lumian didn’t think one thing and say another. Franka's eyebrows relaxed: "Can you teach me that special contract? Name your price." She made her request very frankly. Lumian shook his head again: "I have a special opportunity to use that kind of contract." "Okay." Franca didn't ask any further questions, quite disappointed. At this time, Jenna came out of the bathroom, and Lumian asked half-jokingly: "Would you like to travel to the Southern Continent?" "Travel, why do we need to travel?" Janna looked confused. Franka hurriedly explained her need for the mummy's ashes and how Lumian had a way to "teleport" to the Star Plateau, and finally asked: "Do you want to go along and see for yourself?" Janna thought for a moment and said: "it is good." She felt that she lacked experience in the supernatural field and needed to watch, listen and practice more. Moreover, the farthest place she had ever been to in her life was the opera district in Trier, and she had long been curious about the stories of the southern continent circulating in bars and dance halls. Lumian looked at his two companions and reminded them with a smile: "You'd better wear something thicker, because it's a plateau and it's winter." “Oh…” Franca looked at Lumian and understood why he was dressed for winter. Soon, Franka changed into a black coat that looked like leather armor and dark-colored knee-pad trousers with fleece lining, looking like a female mercenary or bounty hunter. Janna had to borrow Franka's clothes because her thick clothes had not been moved in yet. She looked the same, but she was shorter and had to tighten her belt, button up her sleeves, and roll up her trouser legs to avoid being affected in her movements. Lumian immediately stretched out his hands, grasped their shoulders, and activated the contract mark on his right shoulder. A faint light flashed between the cracks in his clothes, and Janna and Franca entered a magical world, surrounded by rich and overlapping pure colors and strange creatures that quickly retreated in all directions. In a dizzy state, they left the spiritual world and their figures were outlined on a deserted island. Without waiting for Janna and Franka to adjust, Lumian used "Spiritual Travel" again. After returning to reality this time, what caught the eyes of the two "assassins" were the snow-covered mountains in the distance and the exotic city dominated by white buildings nearby. Janna calmed down and exclaimed subconsciously: "so amazing……" If she had to use words to describe the magic and express her feelings, she would probably choose to swear. Although she was not sure whether this was the Star Plateau of the Southern Continent, the fact that she could quickly arrive in the wilderness from White Coat Street showed the magic of "teleportation"! Lumian endured the throbbing pain in his head and the huge consumption of spiritual energy, and pointed at the "White City" as if nothing had happened: "go in." (End of this chapter)
