Chapter 468 Ring Gathering... fate is destined... It can't be Room 7, Vasant Sanson and his family, right? Lumian thought in a flash, without any hesitation, he directly activated the black mark on his right shoulder. "Spirit World Travel"! He and Janna disappeared, and their destination was the entrance of the Golden Rooster Hotel - he had not been to the market avenue in the world of the painting, so he was not sure about the coordinates of the "spiritual world" there. The spiritual world in the painting was still composed of various rich layers of colors and countless transparent and strange figures, but the seven bright and pure rays of light at the "top" appeared quite blurry, as if separated by many pieces of frosted glass. With the guidance of his spirit, Lumian locked onto the coordinates corresponding to the gate of the Golden Rooster Hotel and walked straight through. He and Janna's figures quickly left the spiritual world here and came to the street. However, what caught Lumian's eye was the building at 3 White Coat Street, where he and Janna had just stood. They were unable to leave this street and turn into the chaotic alley. They only came from one side of the road to this side, covering a distance of only seven or eight meters. "People in the Ring"... Janna and I are trapped in the "Ring"? Lumian turned his head and saw, as expected, the beautiful woman who seemed to be from Room 7 of the "Hostel" standing four or five meters away, on the same side as the two of them. "Vazan Samson?" Lumian asked in a deep voice.
He temporarily gave up the idea of "teleportation". The previous attempt had proved that it could not help them leave White Coat Street. While Lumian was speaking, Janna had quietly taken out a mirror, preparing to use black magic to attack from behind. She felt that Charles asked questions at such a tense and critical moment instead of launching a series of attacks, probably because he wanted to distract the enemy's attention and create an opportunity for a fatal blow. ——Although she had heard Lumian mention that Vassan Samson was a Sequence 4 "Ring Man" of the Fateful Path, a blessed saint, a true demigod, and had undergone qualitative changes in all aspects compared to mid- and low-sequence beings, and the entire small team combined was no match for him, she believed that she had to give it a try and fight, and could not give up resistance. The beautiful woman in a white dress smiled a little vaguely and detachedly when she heard Lumian's question: "It seems you know a lot..." Before she finished her words, Lumian took a step forward and hummed. Two white lights flew out of his nostrils and landed on the woman who was suspected to be in Room 7. Although the power of his Heng-Ha technique increased after he was promoted to Sequence 6, he still didn't think it would be truly effective against a Saint. At most, it would only make him shake a little. The reason why Lumian chose to do this, instead of wearing the "torture" gloves to target the various negative effects of the "contracted person", was because as a "conspirator", he keenly discovered a detail: He and Janna were trapped in the "ring", but Voisin Samson did not leave room 7 and remained in the body of the beautiful woman. This will obviously affect his performance. So, he either has a negative impact of his arrogant contract ability, or he can't leave the room in the "hostel" for some reason. Combining the previous speculation that the world in the painting and the "inn" situation were a ritual, Lumian was more inclined to the latter possibility. In that case, my "Hum-Ha Technique" can't affect you, nor can it affect your room? It was just a human model that was contaminated by the "Painter" pathway and had special patterns painted on it. It was equivalent to a mid-sequence monster! As two white lights fell, the beautiful woman in the white dress suddenly fell into coma. Almost at the same time, Lumian and Janna's vision blurred and they felt slightly dizzy. By the time they could see the scene clearly again, they had returned to the exit of the building at No. 3 White Coat Street and were looking diagonally across the street at the beautiful woman in a white halter dress. The woman's lips curled up, but she did not repeat the words she said the last time they met.
"People in the Ring"! Lumian knew that he and Janna were truly trapped in a loop, and that the successful attack on Room 7 was a trigger to restart the loop. Similarly, he was also certain that Vasant Sanson and his family could not come out of Room 7 before something was over, and could only influence the outside world through obstacles. Otherwise, they should "open the door" and go out now, dealing with themselves with all their strength, in order to control the target with the angel sealed in the body in the shortest time and in the most effective way! Even if Voisin Sanson had the negative influence of arrogance, it is impossible that all three of his children were like that! Lumian didn't hesitate and directly sank his thoughts into his right palm. Several bright red scars suddenly appeared on his palms. An extremely crazy, extremely violent, and superior aura suddenly emerged, rushing straight into the sky, as if looking down on the earth. Alistair Tudor! Lumian inspired the brand of the "Blood Emperor". This had no real effect in reality, it could only make the people and objects around him feel a little scared and tremble slightly, but the reaction of the world in the painting was beyond Lumian's expectations: The sky suddenly turned dark red, and the westward sun took on a tinge of iron and began to sway from side to side. White Jacket Street and even the whole world seemed to have encountered an earthquake, shaking continuously. The vendors and pedestrians on the road, as well as the residents and animals on both sides, became blurred and distorted. The beautiful woman in Room 7 of the "Hostel" was stunned for a moment, trembling instinctively and wanting to hug herself. The invisible force covering half of White Coat Street stood out like transparent glass. It suddenly shattered, with multiple cracks. Seeing this, Lumian grabbed Jenna's shoulders and activated the black mark on his right shoulder again. This time, they passed through the local "spiritual world" and arrived at the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel in the blink of an eye, without returning to the "ring". The world in the painting is between reality and illusion, and is very sensitive to the breath of high-ranking people, so it will be affected by reality? As Lumian thought about it, he heard a rumbling sound in the distance. That direction is Market Avenue! Lumian and Janna looked at each other, and a word popped up in their minds: Breeze Ballroom! "The black hole corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom has undergone a mutation? "Is it the subsequent changes brought about by the aura of 'Blood Emperor' Alistair Tudor, or has the ceremony officially started and the disaster is about to begin?" Lumian's thoughts raced as he ran towards the market avenue. Janna's reaction was no slower than his and she made the same choice. ………… Underground, in a cave that cannot be sensed by the outside world. The rock walls here have been modified, with two vertical and many horizontal ones, and many vertical gaps. If someone familiar with the map of Trier enters here and looks down from above, they will find that this strictly corresponds to part of the market avenue. One side of the rock wall is equivalent to a side of a street, and the vertical gap represents the alley. There are realistic oil paintings on every rock wall. Buildings of different styles, iron-black street lamps, pedestrians dressed as clerks, vendors selling all kinds of goods and scenes from each window are all lifelike and natural in color. This is almost identical to some scenes on the corresponding streets. On the rock face representing the east side of Market Avenue, three men in white shirts with their vests open were using mural tools to diligently paint an intricate, bright red door in the location corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom. Their bodies were covered in paint, and there was an indescribable detachment in their eyes, as if they were not looking at the rock wall, but another world far away. The bright red gate on the rock wall would mysteriously disappear after only one-fifth of the painting each time. The three painters had to start over again and again, but to no avail.
Suddenly, the mine began to shake slightly, and tiny cracks that were almost imperceptible to the naked eye appeared on the surface of the rock wall, which was painted with different scenes. The female painter in a blue beret and the male painter in red trousers both looked up at the market avenue depicted on the rock wall. The next second, they pressed their hands on the surface of the rock wall and their figures disappeared. And suddenly, two more people appeared on the huge oil painting, one was a woman wearing a blue beret, and the other was a man wearing red pants. They both wore white shirts with open beige vests. The only person left at the scene was a painter in his twenties, wearing black pants with tassels, with messy brown hair and a circle of stubble around his mouth. At this moment, his flaxen eyes lost a lot of their detachment and remoteness, and he looked around cautiously. Seeing that the shaking of the mine was limited to this place and the changes in the world in the painting were not transmitted, the young painter breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze back to the blank Breeze Ballroom, as if thinking about whether to change his approach or wait until the right node to try again. At this moment, a bony hand suddenly stretched out from the part where the rock wall and the ground met. It is yellow in color, dry in texture, and covered with iron-colored rust, making it look very old. As soon as the bony hand appeared, it grabbed the young painter's ankle and tried to drag him into the mud. ………… Late at night, Memorial Hall District, 11 Quanshui Street. Franca's dream was bizarre, and all kinds of strange scenes pieced together into an absurd story. Suddenly, she woke up and subconsciously looked to her side. Although the crimson moonlight outside the window was blocked by the curtains and the bedroom was extremely dark, it did not prevent her from clearly seeing that the velvet quilt next to her was empty and Gardner Martin was not there. Franca's pupils suddenly dilated, and she felt shocked and suspicious. She was not surprised that Gardner Martin was missing, and she was not surprised by anything the other party did. What she didn't expect was that she was completely unaware of it. Witches have very strong spiritual perception, and it is impossible for them to hide the fact that the person sleeping next to them has gotten out of bed and left. Franka was not awakened until the temperature on the other side of the quilt really dropped! Franka quickly got out of bed, put on her clothes, and opened the bedroom door. The corridor was dark and unusually quiet. (End of this chapter)