"The power of fate!"

As Guhemis spoke, Lumian felt that the light in the altar became much dimmed, and the orange candlelight shook violently in the invisible wind, compressed to the size of only one pepper.

At the same time, his chest began to heat up, his head was a little dizzy, and his ears were buzzing, as if he was about to hear the terrifying sound from infinity and close to him.

Lumi calmed down and suddenly thought of something:

The pollution in his body was sealed by the owner of the blue-black symbol. Even if he meditated deeply and faced with the sacrifice and dance, he could only highlight the thorn symbol, dissipate a little breath, and could not mobilize the corresponding power.

Can this ceremony bypass the seal and absorb "gifts"?

Unless, the master of the blue-black symbol, that great existence, has acquiesced!

Thinking of the mysterious lady's firm attitude, Lumian felt a little clear-headed, and even suspected that the ceremony itself had a part of asking for permission from the great existence.

As for which part it is, he has insufficient knowledge of mystical knowledge and has no way to guess.

During the ceremony, Lumian did not dare to delay, but after a few thoughts in his mind, he began to recite the subsequent mantra in Guhemis:

“You are the past, the present, and the future;

"You are the cause, the result, and the process."

This word echoed in the closed altar, and there were obvious wriggling on the floor and utensils, as if countless strange things were about to emerge and enter the ruins of this dream.

Wow!

The black wind appeared out of thin air, surrounding Lumian, and the candle flame compressed to the size of pepper particles suddenly expanded, dyeing silver and black colors.

Lumian once again heard the sound that always made him die and was about to lose control, but at some point a faint grey mist appeared in the altar, all gathering beside him.

This made him feel between deep meditation and seeing "noodle man" dancing. He would not be dying, but he was not that good either. He was like suffering from severe tinnitus, dizziness, nausea, irritability to a certain extent, and mental disorders.

Barring himself in control, Lumian continued the ceremony:

“I pray to you,

“Pray that you give me gifts,

“Pray that you give me the power of the ‘dancer’.

"Tulips, a herb of fate, please pass the power to my spell!

"Gray amber, a herb of fate, please pass the power to me spell!"

As the ceremony progressed, Lumian's tinnitus and dizziness became more and more serious, and countless worms seemed to be moving under the skin on his body.

Finally, he finished reciting the spell.

Almost at the same time, the silver-white candlelight instantly condensed and turned into a beam of light, shining on his left chest.

Suddenly, silver-black illusion liquid flowed out, quickly wrapping Lumian inside, making him look evil and terrifying.

He felt that every inch of his skin seemed to be suffering from a needle, his muscles and ligaments were completely torn apart, and the mysterious voice became extremely clear, as if it was directly ringing in his mind.

Lumian was swallowed by severe pain and his mind was almost blurred.

All his blood vessels became burning, as if burning from inside to outside.

This situation is more serious than the dying state brought about by his previous deep meditation.

He could only grit his teeth and persevere, trying his best to control his chaotic spirit, so as not to completely lose his mind. As for the others, he could no longer care about it.

In the turbulent wind and waves, he became in a daze, and had no idea how long time had passed.

Finally, the terrible pain disappeared, and Lumian seemed to have instantly removed the burden of thousands of pounds or drilled out from the bottom of the water, suddenly becoming relaxed.

He quickly regained his thoughts and looked forward.

The candlelight returned to its original state, but it still showed a silver-white color with black color.

As soon as Lumian recovered from his sanity, he immediately took two steps forward and reached out to wipe out the candle representing him, so as not to have any accidents.

Then there is the one that symbolizes the gods.

Following the process, he ended the ceremony step by step and lifted the spiritual wall, he felt very tired and his body was sore, as if he had a battle with a monster.

Not long after, the dining table was cleaned up, and Lumian began to examine his own state and found that there was a lot of knowledge in his mind.

There are three main parts:

Part of it is how to use the combination of dance movements, rhythm and self-spirituality to mobilize the surrounding natural forces and pray to unspecified existences. This is the core knowledge of the "dancer". With it, Lumian can not only pray to that fate, but also in the future, he can design a brand new sacrifice dance by himself according to different situations to "please" other existences.

The second and third parts are examples of the first part.

The former is what Lumian wants most at the moment, which is the mysterious dance that the "noodle man" dances, which is directly instilled into his mind and allowed him to learn it on the spot, but he is not so skillful.

With this mysterious dance, Lumian can stimulate the black thorn symbol in his chest while exploring the ruins of the dream, suppressing or weakening the powerful monsters there.

The third part is another weird dance, which is not like a sacrifice, but is closer to a mixture of sacrifice and summoning.

Using it, Lumian can attract something around him and then attach one of them to himself at the cost of blood, thereby exploiting a certain ability or trait of it.

Of course, the premise is that Lumian must be able to withstand this possession, and when some things are attached to humans, they will have a significant negative impact, and some are even unwilling to leave, which will be a big trouble.

So Lumian felt that it was too dangerous to know enough about the things that came from "summoning".

The importance of mystical knowledge is reflected at this time. Lumian urgently needs "Mysterious Biological Illustrations" and "Spiritual Biological Illustrations", but unfortunately, even a "wizard" who is known for his comprehensive knowledge cannot know so much.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian moved his body and found that his flexibility had indeed been greatly improved.

Although it cannot reach the level of a mutant monster with the reorganization of the "Noodle Man", it is better than almost all normal humans and can dance that mysterious sacrifice.

Bang, Lumian kicked his legs back and easily touched the back of his head.

He nodded with satisfaction and started to speak silently:

"Yes, many moves that were impossible to do before can be done, and the fighting ability of the 'hunter' has become much stronger."

Lumian tried to dance that mysterious dance to adapt to his current body and skilled corresponding movements, hoping to shorten the time he finished dancing as much as possible.

He is sometimes sonorous and powerful, as if he is fighting, sometimes gentle and gentle, as if he is expressing something, but it is all very rhythmic.

As he jumped, Lumian's spirituality began to spread outwards, combining with certain natural forces around him.

Gradually, his thoughts began to concentrate, his spirit became quiet, and he entered a certain ethereal and wonderful state.

This allowed him to sense all the subtle things around him, as if he had opened up his spiritual vision.

At the same time, he also seemed to be associated with the invisible power in his body.

His chest became hot again, and the terrifying sound came faintly but not real enough.

Huh... Lumian stopped dancing, unbuttoned his clothes, and looked at his chest.

The black thorn symbol really emerged again, and the blue-black one was also slightly more stressful.

Lumian's spirit instantly became a little confused, but not serious, which perfectly achieved the effect he wanted.

Then he began to calculate the specific time from the appearance to the disappearance of the black thorn symbol.

It looks like about a minute.

After buttoning up the clothes, Lumian experimented with another strange dance.

This dance is sometimes crazy, like a madman performing there, sometimes twisting, and it is hard to describe it in words.

During the jump, Lumian's spirituality once again spread out, combining with some natural forces around him, "spread" to a further place.

When he arrived at the last third of the dance, he suddenly felt something strange was approaching.

Three figures were highlighted on the glass on the first floor window.

They are skinless monsters, hunting rifle monsters and mouthparts with black marks, but their figures are very blurred and transparent, obviously only some spirituality and obsession are left.

"Is this a victim's accusation meeting?" After discovering what was "summoned" to him, Lumian muttered in his heart with a funny look.

At this time, as long as he takes out the ritual silver dagger in the dance, cuts a hole in his body, and releases a little blood, he can make one of the three figures attach to him, and thus borrow some of their abilities or traits.

Although Lumian was very envious of the "invisibility" of the mouthpart monster, he didn't know what would happen if the monster he killed was attached to him, so he could only forcefully resist the impulse and insist on finishing the weird dance.

When he jumped to the last few moves, he inexplicably heard faint and small sounds.

It was as if many people were communicating somewhere and heard by him through the wall, not real or clear.

And as Lumian carefully distinguished, he found that these sounds seemed to come from his body, from the sealed pollution!

The last action ended, Lumian stood there, wonderingly:

"What did you hear?"

He is now a semi-illiterate person in the field of occultism, and he has no idea of ​​the source, so he can only choose to give up. Anyway, this will not be more terrifying than the pollution itself.

When the tiny sounds completely calmed down, Lumian, who had practiced two mysterious dances, confirmed that the "dancer" also brought spiritual enhancement.

Although he is most likely not as good as those Sequence 9, which is known for his spirituality, he has also escaped from the shackles of the "hunter".

He felt that he should be at the middle and upper level.

"The shortcomings have been made up." Lumian was very happy about this.

He didn't think about enduring the power of a "dancer". After encountering the corresponding pollution, his body would gradually undergo any changes. After all, he could not stop it. It would be better not to think about it.

After rubbing his tired head, Lumian decided to rest tonight and return to the real world to squat the owl!
Chapter completed!