Chapter 485 Chasing the Body of the Head After Franka recovered from the dizziness caused by the terrifying roar, she said with deep emotion: "Sure enough, the gray fog here can also provide protection." Otherwise, in the roar that could obviously harm their spirits and affect their minds, they would only have two options: losing control and turning into monsters or dying directly. "Praise the Fool!" Lumian no longer concealed his beliefs. He immediately reminded her in a tone of pouring ice water: "But the danger hidden here may be more terrifying than the roar just now." Franka was silent for a few seconds, and said to herself in a self-encouragement: “It is better to hide danger than to expose it. We just need to try not to touch it. "If nothing else unexpected happens, we will stay in this corner, hide ourselves, not go anywhere, and wait for rescue!" Although Janna and Anthony Reid felt that doing nothing and waiting for the opportunity to escape from here was not a good option, under the current circumstances, they did not dare to go deep into Trier of the Fourth Epoch and could only accept this solution which was not a solution. In the dead silence all around, Anthony was the first to adjust his mental state. He pointed at the dark wooden box and said: "I don't know what effect it has, except that simple, brief contact will not have a significant negative impact."
As for the coins, he didn't need to introduce them. Everyone just glanced at them and roughly counted the total amount: 312 Felkin 26 Cope. "What on earth is this thing?" Franka said, leaning against the collapsed pilaster in the shadow, looking at the small dark wooden box. At first glance, it didn't look like an ordinary wooden box for storing things. It was obviously an object with mysterious powers. Lumian and Anthony turned their heads at the same time and cast their gazes towards the "Witch of Pleasure". “I should be the one asking you this.” Lumian laughed. Franka cried out "Ouch!" "I can't do anything. I didn't have time to communicate with the spirits just now. There's no connection between this place and the real spirit world, so I can't do divination with the magic mirror. To confirm the abilities, functions, states, and negative effects of these two items, I can only try it myself, again and again. "Of course, if I could meet a 'craftsman', all the problems would be solved." She then pointed at Janna and said: "Just like the black statue of the 'Original Witch', it must have other functions, such as allowing the holder to create a 'mirror substitute'. As for mine, in addition to providing certain anti-divination and early warning effects, it can only be used as an object of prayer during rituals. "They are all statues of gods, the only differences are the colors and orientations, why are there such big differences?" She did not mention why she did not use various methods to find out the information about the black "Original Witch" statue. Everyone present could understand that under the current circumstances, they had to ensure that they were in good condition and could not risk being injured or affected when testing the spoils. If something was really wrong, they might die in the "experiment" without having to deal with the hidden dangers of Trier in the Fourth Epoch. When Janna and the others were silent for a moment, Franca sighed in her heart: This black statue obviously has a big problem, and its origin is even more mysterious. No wonder the Witch Cult wants me to investigate what Gardner smuggled in from the underground tunnel... If I hand it in, will the Witch Cult reward me with the "pain" potion on the spot, promise to help me complete the ritual, or kill me to silence me? Lumian raised his hand and touched his chin, then said to Anthony Reid: "In that case, you take all the Fergin, and we'll distribute the rest of the spoils once we get back to the surface." "Just wrap it in the cloak, put it on the ground, and pick it up when you leave?" Anthony asked further. Lumian smiled and pointed at the charred "bone flute" and said: "How about that? You can also carry it with you, so that we can have a chance to see the power of the 'Dead'. Philip died too hastily just now, and he didn't have time to show it to us. "Of course, given his state at the time of death, those abilities would most likely be fed back to the owner of the item in the form of a curse."
Anthony was not annoyed by the ridicule. He pulled up the bloodstained and tattered half of the black cloak and wrapped it around the "bone flute" and the small wooden box again. Lumian poked his head out thoughtfully and looked sideways at the unusually narrow street: "If we encounter an enemy that is difficult for us to deal with later, you can consider throwing these two things to him. Maybe they will have a miraculous effect. Haha, General Philip will definitely be pleased to know that he can still play such a role after his death." That might bring a curse of fate! Although the atmosphere was tense and heavy, Janna was still amused by the way Lumian mocked General Philip in every sentence: "Fuck, General Philip is dead, there's no need to hold on to him anymore." Before Lumian could respond to Jana, he suddenly heard two shrill screams. They seemed to come from the same place, with undisguised fear. Not long after, two figures, one in front and one behind, ran into the narrow street from the side, as if chasing a UFO floating in the air. Franca poked her head out from the shadows beside Lumian and looked over, her eyes suddenly froze. The two figures, one male and one female, were headless, their necks were covered in blood and flesh, with no signs of bones. What they were chasing were two heads. The common point was that their expressions were extremely vivid, showing the purest fear, and they were dragging bloody, long-tail-like spines! One head was a man with cheeks bulging like a squirrel, chewing long, thick black hair. There were similar hairs growing around his dark brown eyes, in his nostrils, and inside his ears. The headless body chasing him also had similar black hair growing out of its neck, which was even denser and more exaggerated, like water plants. The other head belonged to a beautiful woman with black hair and brown eyes. She flew forward madly, coughing continuously, shaking out bright starlight. The flying rubble around her due to the chase swayed as if in slow motion. Suddenly, the two heads and two bodies that were about to climb over the collapsed building and leave the narrow street froze at the same time. The first two shook their heads blankly, as if trying to get rid of some discomfort, while the headless corpses raised their hands and pinched their left chests. Just a few seconds later, two heads dragging their bloody spines fell into the collapsed black house with a thud, and the bodies chasing them fell on the stacked stones. This made Lumian and others silent. After a few seconds, Lumian sneered: "See, this is what happens when you go deep into Trier in the Fourth Epoch." "Do you suspect they are guests of the 'hostel'?" Janna asked thoughtfully. Lumian smiled and said: "How else? Where can we find such fresh heads and bodies in ancient ruins that have been buried for a thousand or two thousand years?" This reminded him of "Supervisor" Olsen, who was in this state when he first appeared. Looking back now, Lumian was almost certain that Olsen was a real monster whose head and body could be separated. Franca also remembered the servants in Gardner Martin's house. She looked away and said thoughtfully: "Why would a head without a body cough like it's sick... Their last condition looked like a stroke? Those two headless bodies looked like they were in cardiac arrest... “Was this done by the evil god of the Sickness Cult, or is there another murderer? "Well, Sequence 5 of the 'Witch' pathway is called 'Pain', which can spread various diseases. I can enter here with the help of the 'Original Witch' statue and the ancient silver mirror... "This place is obviously closely related to the 'Witch' path. Is the high-level power that leaked out causing the monsters to become sick and die?" "Not bad, you still have intelligence at the critical moment." Lumian praised in a sarcastic way. Jane said thankfully: "Fortunately, we didn't go too deep, otherwise we wouldn't know when we would get sick or even die."
Lumian smiled and glanced at her: "What makes you think we're not surrounded by disease right now?" "But, but we didn't cough..." Janna's voice became lower and lower, and she cast her eyes on the secret pocket of her clothes. There is a dark statue of the "Original Witch". Similarly, Franka also looked into her pocket, as if she saw the statue of the "Original Witch" carved out of bones through the cloth. Anthony looked at Lumian and asked for confirmation: "You mean, Trier in the Fourth Epoch was full of disease, and the reason we were not affected was because we carried those two statues?" Lumian spread his hands and said: “I think this explanation makes more sense.” ………… Beyond the gray fog, the edge of the ruins extending from Trier in the Quaternary Period. The eyes of "Gardner Martin", whose face was covered in blood and was placed in a small brown leather suitcase, suddenly opened, and Gardner Martin, who was wearing a silver-white full body armor, was reflected in his eyes. Its mouth opened and spit out a ball of blazing white fire. The two sides were so close that Gardner Martin had no way to dodge. He could only lean back suddenly, trying to avoid the part of the body that the opponent originally intended to attack. Boom! Gardner Martin was blown away by the huge explosion. The spider-web-like cracks on the chest of the silver-white armor completely shattered, tearing open the skin and flesh underneath. This blow was equivalent to hitting Gardner Martin's vitals. If it weren't for the "Arrogance Armor" that absorbed most of the damage, he would have died on the spot. But in this way, the "Arrogant Armor" also loses its ability to protect the chest for a certain period of time. The bloody head, which looked like it belonged to Gardner Martin, flew up with its bloody spine. On the other side, the badly damaged headless body of Olsen stood up again. "Gardner Martin" aimed his head at the empty neck and put the white spine in. With a crackling sound, this "Gardner Martin" who seemed to come from hell twisted his neck and smiled sinisterly at Gardner Martin, who had already changed his position and condensed a large number of red and nearly white fire crows: “Olson died a long time ago, and I was the one controlling his mind and body. "After that, I'll take your place." ………… In the wilderness, the earth shook violently, and one burning crack after another swam rapidly into the distance like fire snakes. The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" are outlined. (End of this chapter)