Chapter 387: A sense of stagnation Not good! Lumian is both a "hunter" and a "dancer", and his ability to control his body is very strong. Once an abnormal situation occurs that he is not aware of, he will immediately realize that something is wrong. Almost at the same time, he felt his thinking become sluggish, as if his mind was shrouded in thick fog. Every thought was stuck and required a lot of effort to become clear: “We were attacked… "'Loki' is really here... "Is this the manifestation of the ability of the 'Master of Secret Arts'? "In the end, I was completely unable to think. Would I become his puppet? "My dangerous instincts were blinded... "Fuck, Thermi, Boros, you couldn't have failed to notice the change in my fate and didn't even remind me... "He deliberately told me before that Loki almost followed me, just to let me do it again? "I became Loki's puppet, helping him to break free from the seal? "We can't just sit there and wait, we must fight back... "Where will Loki be..."
As this series of subconscious thoughts flashed through his mind, Lumian put a hand into his pocket with some difficulty and looked around stiffly. He and Franka had discussed the situation of the "Master of Secret Dolls" before, and they both agreed that the ability to "kill people silently" must have some limitations. Otherwise, it would obviously exceed the strength of Sequence 5, and only a saint who had opened the door to divinity could do it. The Sequence 5s of the other paths that Franka knew of would not be able to compete at all. The two believed that this ability either required a medium to be realized, or it had to be used at a very close distance, just like the "Spirit Piercing" of the "Ring of Punishment", which would only be effective when the distance between the two parties was within five meters. At this moment, based on his own experience, Lumian suspected that "Loki" was hiding in the crowd around him, no more than ten meters away from him. What caught his eyes were street vendors and pedestrians who were either stopping or passing by in a hurry. Some of their faces were familiar, while others were very unfamiliar. There was no difference from usual. In a hurry, Lumian couldn't distinguish "Loki" from these people, and this was a "Faceless Man" who was good at changing and disguising himself! While searching for "Loki", a ball of red flame appeared in the palm of his left hand. The first is to see if burning oneself and creating pain can resist the control and erosion of the "Master of Secret Puppetry". The second is to use this as a "question" to see how "Loki" will "answer" and to find out his specific location and the weaknesses of his puppet-making ability from his reaction. Just as the familiar pain entered Lumian's mind, he heard the sound of fingers snapping. The red flame in his palm instantly disintegrated and turned into a stream of light, unable to form anything that could explode. Lumian turned around suddenly, trying to look towards the place where the fingers snapped. But his joints had been wrapped in sticky "glue", and his movements became increasingly stiff and intermittent. This caused him to complete his turn a full second slower than expected, and everyone in the target area reflected in his eyes looked normal, and it was impossible to tell who had snapped their fingers. "'Master of Secret Puppetry' can, after all, manipulate fire... "The pain didn't help me at all. My thoughts gradually slowed down, my body became stiff and rigid. It just improved my reaction speed a little bit... "We can't waste time on this. Right now, the most important thing is to find Loki. Otherwise, whether we use the 'Hum Ha Technique', summon Mr. K, or wait for Franka to come to the rescue, we can't effectively change the current situation... "I don't know if I can use the 'Spiritual World Shuttle'. If I fail after two or three attempts, I will try to see if I can 'teleport' out of the ability range of the 'Puppet Master'..." Lumian's thoughts became increasingly slow and sluggish, but it was not to the point where he was unable to think, react, or avoid attacks. Soon, he, who was already rich in combat experience, had an idea and a solution: "From the current situation, the 'Secret Puppet Master' must be at close range to gradually transform the target into a puppet... "In that case, I will make sure that no one and no animal exist within a ten-meter radius! "Whoever still stays in the Hell of Fire is Loki!"
As soon as Lumian understood the current situation, he immediately opened his mouth and shouted: "Fire!" As these words were full of lag, waves of red flames surged out of Lumian's body. They spread out from his feet as the center, crackling and burning fruit peels and other garbage on the ground. The street vendors and passers-by nearby were warned in advance, and when they saw the flames rising, they reacted quickly, grabbing their belongings and running towards both ends of the chaotic street. Seeing this scene, Lumian smiled laggingly: Yes, you can manipulate flames, but I don’t do any sophisticated operations now. My only action is to constantly ignite things around me and increase various fire sources! Moreover, this will sooner or later attract the attention of official extraordinary people! The red flames spread out in all directions, like a bright ocean slowly flooding the earth. Although Lumian's eye movements were noticeably laggy, he still saw a figure constantly flashing in the flames, impossible to capture or lock onto. The figure had black hair and blue eyes, with ordinary features and was unremarkable, no different from many small clerks on the street. ………… After saying goodbye to Lumian, Franka walked towards White Coat Street. Suddenly, she turned into an alley and hid in the shadows. The "Witch of Joy" began to sneak into the chaotic streets. This was the agreement between her and Lumian: If the act of forcing into the "Different" dance hall failed to mobilize the Extraordinary people in the "Alone" bar, or failed to expose their true identities, then after leaving the old street, try "fishing" again to see if you can "meet" the target. When Franca asked Lumian whether he wanted to counter-track, she was actually asking whether he wanted to proceed according to the original plan, and Lumian gave a very affirmative answer. As they approached the chaotic street, Franka in the shadows took out a mirror. That is a "mirror double" made with Lumian's blood and hair! At this distance, the "Mirror Stand" cannot perform the role of replacing death or injury, but it is related to the bloodline of the original owner and has a strong mystical connection, so it can be used to observe Lumian's general condition. To put it simply, if the mirror suddenly shatters, it means that Lumian is dead. If it has several deep cracks, it means that the original owner is seriously injured. Similarly, Franca also placed a "mirror stand-in" with Lumian, because they were not sure who "Loki" would choose as the target after the two separated. They could only one hide in the dark while the other acted normally, and confirm each other's situation through the "mirror stand-in" and provide timely assistance. This is a conclusion that cannot be drawn by observing fortune. "Loki", who has a strong anti-divination ability, must make corresponding changes to fate after making a decision. After sneaking for a while, Franka suddenly felt the mirror in her hand become cold. She used her "dark vision" to penetrate the shadows and saw that the mirror had turned gray, as if it had been rusted and had sunk to the bottom of an icy lake. Ciel was attacked? Franca's heart tightened and she sped up. When she arrived at the chaotic street, she saw the flames spreading. A figure kept flashing in the red, occasionally opening his mouth and making a "bang" sound. It sounded very similar to a real gunshot, and scared the vendors and passers-by away, thinking that there was another fierce gang fight. Lumian dodged with great difficulty, and even failed twice, and was grazed by air bullets, leaving obvious scars. But it can be seen that the figure did not really want to hurt him, as if he was worried that such behavior would cause problems with his own control before a certain point. Seeing that Lumian was fine for the time being, Franca breathed a sigh of relief silently, hid in the shadows, and took out a mirror as she approached the battle area.
After closing the distance, she left the shadows, pointed the mirror at the flames, and covered her right hand with temperatureless black flames. When the figure flashed to the area reflected by the mirror, Franka immediately put her right hand on the mirror. Silently, the figure ignited with dark flames. He quickly became thinner and smaller, and turned into a finely cut paper figure. In the crowd about ten or twenty meters away, this man in black suit and with an unusually ordinary appearance appeared. At this time, Lumian's thoughts were no longer stagnant and his body was no longer stiff. He suddenly disappeared and appeared on the side of the enemy suspected to be "Loki". The distance between the two sides was no more than seven meters. Lumian then spoke: "Humph!" A beam of white light shot out from his nostrils and headed straight for the unremarkable man with black hair and blue eyes. At the same time, Franka cooperated well and condensed a transparent ice crystal spear, throwing it to the target area. White frost quickly spread outward from the ground where the spear had pierced, making the people around feel cold and their bodies become somewhat stiff. At this moment, a passerby with a thin face, brown hair and brown eyes stood next to the man suspected to be "Loki" and was hit by the white light created by Lumian. He was not unconscious, nothing happened to him. With a blank look in his eyes he sang an aria: "Oh, my sun!" In an instant, it was as if a sun rose in the minds of Lumian, Franca and others, making it so bright that they could not open their eyes and their thoughts became less active. The two men dodged subconsciously, either hiding in the shadows while covering their bodies with crystal-clear and solid frost, or rolling directly to the side of the road and using the "Face of Nether" to change their appearance. When the "sunlight" faded, they saw that the man suspected to be "Loki" and the "passerby" who sang the aria had disappeared. The vendors and passers-by in the distance looked over here in fear, while those closer had their eyes closed and tears were flowing. (End of this chapter)