Chapter 483 "Ascetic Monk" Amidst the crazy and terrifying roars, a tornado arose in the area where the weather was extremely chaotic, carrying smoke, flames, lightning, hail, etc., spinning into the sky and connecting with the invisible flame that was burning quietly. Not far from the hurricane that was so exaggerated that it seemed like the messenger of doomsday, two figures were affected by the roar at the same time. One of them tilted his head back slightly, as if he had been punched, and one of his wrinkles trembled slightly, and his eyes became sharper. The former was the man who originally stood behind Olsen, the vice president of the "Iron Cross", Tony Twain, and the latter was old, wearing a blue military uniform with a ribbon and medals, with dark red hair neatly combed back. He was the mysterious president of the "Iron Cross" and called himself Dist. Dist withdrew his gaze from the hurricane, turned his head and said to Tony Twain: "The opportunity to become a 'Conqueror' is right in front of me. If I can obtain it, I will find a way to separate the extraordinary properties of the 'Weather Warlock' and give it to you." Tony Twain looked at the violent hurricane, lightning, and rainstorm, with a hint of mockery in his light blue eyes: "Can we really succeed? It seems that there is already a 'Weather Warlock' there, and even if Fomonda Soran loses control and becomes a monster, it is still a Sequence 1 monster." Tony Twain showed no respect for the Sequence 2 "Weather Wizard" and Sequence 1 "Conqueror" in his words, even though he was not an angel yet. Dist's expression did not change, but his momentum suddenly rose. This, combined with his military uniform, made him look like the commander of all the troops.
"In the outside world, we will definitely fail. Even if there is no other interference, we will have to go through a long hunt before we can hope to deal with the out-of-control Fomonda Soran. But here..." Dist said in a low voice, "We can borrow that power for a short period of time." As soon as he finished speaking, his eyebrows suddenly turned red, as if something wanted to come out. At the same time, Dist took out a coin purse from his waist, which was hidden by his dress. It was full of soybeans and several palm-sized iron soldiers. Dist grabbed these things and threw them forward. In the howling wind, the iron soldiers came alive and became huge, and a large number of soybeans expanded rapidly as if they were soaked in water, and eventually evolved into one giant after another with blurred faces and yellow skin. Without the time to bring his team here, Dist suddenly transformed into a blazing deep red nearly purple flame, engulfing the newly created soldiers. A rainbow light rose up, cutting through the sky and heading straight towards the giant figure in the tornado. ………… The edge of the magnificent city shrouded in a thin gray fog. Gardner Martin took off his helmet, revealing spider-web-like damage on the chest armor, and the blood-stained clothes inside were faintly visible. He pressed his head with his other hand and staggered forward, with red and white flames spurting out of his pores from time to time. He was obviously also affected by the terrifying roar just now. In this way, Gardner Martin walked through the ruins and soon approached the thin gray fog. In the gray fog stood a row of half-collapsed asymmetrical buildings. They had no traces of the erosion of time, as if they were still at the moment when they suffered a devastating blow and sank into the ground. Suddenly, Gardner Martin stopped, looked to the side, and asked in a deep voice: "Who?" Amid the sound of falling rubble, Olsen, like a hungry bear, walked out from behind a completely collapsed black building carrying a small brown suitcase. The "supervisor" who was wearing a half-high silk hat, a yellow vest and a black suit looked at Gardner Martin and said: “I don’t know who’s coming, so I’ll hide for a while. "Where's Philip?" Gardner Martin breathed a sigh of relief and said: "We encountered Lumian Lee and his team. Philip was killed by them. I was slightly injured and managed to escape."
"You don't look very well." Olsen, who had a thick beard, didn't ask about the details of the battle, but looked Gardner Martin up and down. Gardner Martin smiled and said: "Fortunately, the 'Arrogant Armor' helped me block most of the damage. Well, it was mainly because the roar from the angel just now had some impact on me. Fortunately, the distance was relatively far, so the problem was not that serious. You see, the 'Arrogant Armor' did not attack me, which means that I have not become weak yet." "That's good. Let's go to Trier in the Fourth Epoch now." "Supervisor" Olson nodded indifferently. Gardner Martin turned around, holding the silver-white helmet in one arm, and walked towards the thin gray mist not far away. Olsen was carrying a small brown leather suitcase and following behind the "chief" of the "Iron Cross". As the two men moved forward step by step, Olsen's eyes suddenly became ferocious and vicious. "You used 'okay' twice... "You have taken off the helmet of the 'Arrogant Armor'..." Olsen muttered silently to himself, and the slightly staggering figure of Gardner Martin in silver-white armor was reflected in his brown-red eyes. ………… At the edge of the wilderness littered with a large number of mirror fragments, although Franka and Janna could not hear what was being chanted inside the "Spiritual Wall", they could see that the gray-white stone pillars and two candles of the same color had strangely become soft, that the candle flames were as big as fists, silver-white with black, and that an illusory silver-black liquid was flowing out of Lumian's chest, wrapping him up completely. When Lumian curled up on the ground, rolling from time to time, his face covered with the silver-black liquid "mask" was obviously distorted, Franka sighed softly: “It looks painful…” This should be the fourth time that Charles has endured such a thing. “Yes.” Although Janna was standing outside the “spiritual wall”, she still felt inexplicably frightened and got goose bumps all over her body. She had seen the pain and confusion in Ciel's heart, but it was the first time she had witnessed his body suffering such severe pain. Franka said sincerely: "If Ciel switches to drinking the Pain potion now, he won't have to worry about not reaching Sequence 4. It fits perfectly!" Sequence 5 of the "Assassin" pathway is called "Pain", also known as the "Witch of Pain". After the terrifying roar echoed once more, the silver-black illusory liquid beads on Lumian's body penetrated into his body. His expression gradually relaxed and his body was no longer curled up. He lay sprawled beside the collapsed gray stone pillar, unwilling to move for several seconds. Not only did his spirituality recover, but it became even more, but he was obviously exhausted both physically and mentally, as if he had done something extremely difficult with the utmost concentration, and once it was completed and he relaxed, he would inevitably have a similar feeling. Lumian knew that time was running out, so he forced himself to stand up. He found that the silver-black candle flame had returned to normal and the gray fog around him was gradually dissipating. This forced him to stay here, relying on the gray fog to protect him from the terrifying roar, but his plan failed before it even began. Mr. Fool’s response is time-sensitive! Moreover, we also have to consider the interference of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun". Lumian quickly cleaned up the altar while examining his own changes: The spiritual enhancement of the "Acetic Monk" gift was obvious. Lumian felt that even if he used the "Heng Ha Technique" several times, he could complete about eight "Spiritual World Shuttles". "Acetic" also allows him to further improve his endurance and become more adaptable to extreme weather. Even if he encounters frost, he will not be frozen. Similarly, he is better at enduring emotions and desires. It's not that he has no feelings about many things, but he can endure them. This extends to a core ability of the "Ascetic", "backlog", which can play a role in the spiritual aspect, and can also produce good effects in both the material and mysterious fields. The former corresponds to emotions and desires. Many times, the emotions and desires generated are endured, not completely disappeared, but suppressed. When they reach a critical point, they always need to be vented or relieved, otherwise it is easy to have psychological problems. The "backlog" ability can accumulate these emotions and desires and burst them out at the critical moment to achieve the desired effect. For Lumian, the negative effects of the three abilities of the "Bound Person" and the corresponding effects of the magical items on his body are more bearable, but he needs to release them regularly by breaking an enemy's neck;
The latter refers to spirituality, strength, and ritual steps. Through "accumulation", Lumian can compress and store spirituality and strength that surpass normal people when he has nothing to do, and release them when needed. This can restore his spirituality, and secondly, it can temporarily make him giant. His strength, speed, and agility are enough to compete with the Sequence 6 "Dawn Knight" of the "Warrior" path for one or two minutes. In addition, the "accumulation" of ritual steps allows Lumian to use abilities such as "Animal Creation Technique" and "Exorcism Technique" in actual combat. In addition, after becoming an "ascetic monk", the gifts that Lumian had previously obtained were also enhanced. For example, the number of contracts he could bear increased by three, but he was not too eager to sign all of them. He was only prepared to choose one or two suitable ones. Too many contracts would have too many negative effects, in various ways. Even "ascetic monks" would suffer from this. Parish priest Guillaume Bennet and Bouvard were negative examples. Of course, this is not a problem that needs to be considered now, as it is impossible to summon spiritual creatures here. Lumian put away the items, removed the "Spiritual Wall", and returned the lucky gold coin to Janna, while saying in a deep voice: "We are now going to Trier in the Fourth Epoch." "Ah?" Janna looked confused. Charles had said before that he wanted to stay away from that giant figure and that magnificent city! Franka looked back thoughtfully and said: "You suspect that the fog covering the city belongs to Mr. Fool. If you enter there, you will be protected to a certain extent. You don't have to worry about being killed by the madman's roar or losing control and turning into a monster?" "Yes, it's very dangerous there, but we have to protect ourselves and wait for hope." Based on the fog around the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" and the fact that the afterimages of many great figures of the Fourth Epoch lingered there, Lumian reasonably inferred that the same fog was covering Trier in the Fourth Epoch. The power from Mr. Fool! Franka didn't say anything more, just nodded and said: "it is good." Janna chose to believe her two companions and didn't waste time questioning them. At this time, Anthony Reid had also finished cleaning up the battlefield and came over with his harvest. (End of this chapter)