Chapter 437 Taking Advantage of the Special Environment (Thanks to ChrisD for the Silver Alliance reward) In the dark tunnel supported by stone pillars, Franka, who didn't care whether there was a calcium carbide lamp or not, turned her head to look at Lumian and said with a little concern: "Is it really okay to use that heart to advance? Although you don't seem to be afraid of the curse of the Sauron family, it will affect your condition after taking the potion and may cause you to fail. In fact, you can really consider Gardner's suggestion. Taking one more potion from Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 will make you stronger, but that's it. There won't be any qualitative change. It's better to choose a safer plan." The "Witch of Pleasure" had already learned from Lumian what happened in the underground labyrinth of Red Swan Castle and most of the responses from the "Magician". While she was amazed at the existence of the "special soldier" and the crazy screams of the out-of-control angel, she was a little worried about Lumian's idea of ​​using the "wax artist" extraordinary characteristics and the mutated black spider's shriveled heart to mix potions. Lumian, holding the calcium carbide lamp, chuckled: "I must be sure enough to do it." "Do you have a way to eliminate the influence of the remaining blood in that heart?" Franka didn't quite believe it. At this point, she seemed to come back to her senses: "Where are we going? You're going to drink the potion, so why not find a place where there aren't many people around? There's no need to keep wandering around underground, right?" Lumian laughed. "It is because the destination is special enough that I am sure I can minimize the impact of the remaining blood of the Soran family in that heart." At the same time, it can also reduce the danger of pollution in his body to his promotion! "Where is the destination?" Franca suddenly looked curious.

Lumian smiled and replied: "You'll know when it arrives." "Fuck! I hate people like you who don't finish what they say!" Franca couldn't help but curse. ………… "Is this the destination you mentioned?" More than half an hour later, Franca pointed at the naturally formed and modified giant stone doorway in front of her, and asked with surprise and vague understanding of something. The huge stone doorway is carved with a large number of skulls, bone arms, sunflowers and steam-related symbols. This is the entrance door to the catacombs, and ahead is the Empire of Death! "Somewhere inside it." Lumian took out a white candle from the bag containing the "torture" gloves and threw it to Franca, saying with a smile, "I want to take the potion under the watchful eyes of God." “Under the gaze of God?” Franka looked at Lumian suspiciously, wondering if this guy had contracted the bad habit of being an astrologer. Don't speak human language! Without explaining, Lumian lit a white candle and walked into the catacombs holding it. As usual, with the administrator's obstruction and their own promises, the two of them went all the way to the third level of the catacombs and saw the two sacrificial pillars made of mottled boulders and the small square around them. After stepping into the incredibly clean area, Franka suddenly realized: "Are you trying to take advantage of this special place?" She had explored the catacombs before, but had never gone deep into the third level. She only heard from Lumian that there was a square with two sacrificial pillars symbolizing the "Eternal Sun" and the "God of Steam and Machinery" respectively. Under the protection of these two sacrificial pillars, even if the candles in their hands are extinguished, the humans in the square area will not be swallowed by the darkness, and even the traces of their existence will not die. "Yes." Lumian laughed. He handed the white candle in his hand to Franca, walked to the mottled giant pillar engraved with a large number of symbols such as the "Holy Emblem of the Sun", sunflowers and radioactive lines, opened his arms respectfully, and prayed sincerely: "Praise the sun!" His plan was to use the special features of the catacombs and the protection of the sacrificial square to suppress the influence of the remaining bloodline of the Sauron family and the fateful pollution in their bodies. According to his experience, a large part of such influence comes from the outside world, from the corresponding sources, such as Fomonda Soran who was sealed deep in the underground palace and the fateful force outside the barrier. Without this influence, the only thing left was the pollution in the body that took advantage of the temporary loss of balance in the body during the promotion and the erosion caused by the changes in the seal. Lumian had experienced this deeply in his previous three promotions and felt that he could fully bear it, because the external help of these pollutants would be suppressed and weakened by the special nature of the catacombs and the protection of the sacrificial pillars. The initial inspiration for this plan came from the formation of the extraordinary jewelry "Beatrice's Necklace", which came from the "Magician" lady saying that certain special environments can cut off the connection and prevent the gift power from returning to the mother body, such as the area around the "Samaritan Woman Fountain".

Lumian felt that although this sacrificial square in the catacombs was certainly not as special as the area around the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain", it would not be much worse. After being filtered by the weirdness of the catacombs themselves and the protection of the "Eternal Sun" sacrificial pillars, the external influence would definitely be significantly reduced. Moreover, the sacredness of this sacrificial square comes from the blessing of the righteous gods, so Lumian does not have to worry that his behavior of taking magic potions to advance here will cause backlash from the surrounding environment. Seeing Lumian sincerely praising the sun, Franca was a little stunned for a moment. It really is under the “watchful eye” of the gods! But aren’t you afraid that you, who are actually a follower of Mr. Fool, will be directly purified? After finishing his prayer, Lumian returned to Franca, took out an exquisitely shaped perfume bottle and handed it to her. "What is this?" Franca asked puzzledly. "Gray amber perfume." Lumian's expression flickered under the flickering candlelight. "After I take the potion, observe my reaction. If you think something is wrong, unscrew the cap and put the bottle mouth to my nose." He had originally done this himself, but this time, with the influence of the remaining blood of the Sauron family and being in the middle sequence himself, he was worried that the situation would become more serious. He might not have the ability to open the perfume bottle, and if he used it right from the start, his subconscious would remember that he had made it, which might lead to a lack of effect. "Okay." Seeing that Lumian had no intention of explaining, Franca suppressed her curiosity and did not ask. Lumian looked at the wide stone steps leading to the second level of the catacombs and added: "One more thing you need to do is stop the tourers from bothering me." "Do you think I'm stupid?" Franca rolled her eyes. Does this need to be explained? Lumian said nothing more and took out a crystal beer glass from his bag. He used a measuring cylinder and first put in 80 ml of the dark red "wax artist" blood, and then threw in the venom gland of the mutant black spider, 10 grams of amber powder collected over the previous month, and two white oak fruits. These materials, which either had strong spirituality or corresponding symbols, were mixed together. They did not melt instantly, but a certain amount of black foam floated up. Lumian then gently sank the bloody thing that looked like a shrunken human brain and the shriveled, blackened heart into the blood. With a sizzling sound, blood-stained mist spread out and then shrank back. All the solids quickly decomposed and blended with each other, making the color of the potion darker and darker. Gurgling bubbles emerged and burst, and in the end, the liquid in the beer glass turned iron black with a lot of red rust floating on it. Seeing this, Franka muttered quietly: "Sure enough, the heart of playing tactics is dirty, and the potion is also so dirty..." Looking at the dark, bloody potion, Lumian took off his satchel and military hip flask and threw them aside. After throwing the "lie" to Franka, he exhaled slowly and adjusted his state. After twenty or thirty seconds, he sat down cross-legged, picked up the beer glass with a steady wrist, and drank the potion without any hesitation. This potion has a strong smell of rust and is icy cold when you drink it, as if a snake was crawling in the darkness, slippery and icy. Lumian's body did not feel hot as if it was burning like in the previous times. Instead, he felt cold all over, as if all his fire had been sucked away by the potion. At the same time, his head began to throb in a familiar way, and hallucinations quickly appeared before his eyes—all his thoughts and information became material, linked together in the form of miniature pictures, forming an interwoven spider web. This tore Lumian's brain into pieces. In his ears, he could vaguely hear terrifying whispers that seemed to come from far away and yet seemed to be right in front of him, accompanied by the spread of violent and crazy emotions. But none of these were serious. The severe pain brought by the former did not make Lumian nearly comatose. His instincts rolled, but his expression was unconsciously distorted and hideous. His hands were clenched tightly and he groaned in pain uncontrollably. The latter was completely within the tolerance of the "mendicant monk".

Lumian's right palm was stimulated and felt slightly warm. Finally, the burning of the flames came, and this time, it was concentrated in Lumian's brain, unreal and illusory. During this process, Franca, who was watching, wanted to open the bottle of perfume several times, but as soon as she had this thought, Lumian returned to normal. It sounds slow, but in reality it only took about 20 to 30 seconds. Lumian slowly loosened his clenched hands and his distorted facial muscles gradually returned to normal. Huh...Lumian exhaled a stream of hot air and opened his eyes. "Successful?" Franca asked subconsciously. Lumian felt the stinging pain in his head and body and responded with a smile: "If this fails, you'll already be fighting an out-of-control me." This was actually easier than his previous three promotions. "Who knows if the 'conspirator' is out of control and is pretending to be a normal person to secretly attack me..." Franka knew that she spoke too quickly just now, but she still argued instinctively. Lumian raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. Although it was painful, his thoughts seemed to be clearer than before. He quickly recalled the events that had occurred before and was keenly aware that there might be some problems with some of the details. This was something he had not discovered before. For example, according to nightmares, Ilete, the poet who often participated in the King's Cake game, should have been half-waxed and could go crazy and hurt himself or the people around him at any time. However, not only was he fine, he also went in and out of the problematic Sacred Heart Monastery and coincidentally saw Albus Medici! PS: Thanks to ChrisD for the silver reward~ (End of this chapter)