Ring of Fate

Chapter 1057 Left Hand (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last two days)

As soon as Franka tracked down the source of the traces in the mirror, Lumian immediately grabbed her shoulders and "teleported" her to the location pointed to by the scene.

In just two or three seconds, Lumian's figure appeared in a cemetery located in the valley, in front of a tombstone.

And no one knew where Franca had gone.

Lumian cast his gaze towards the tombstone and saw a portrait inlaid on it with a name engraved on it:
"Mocosidos"

"It turns out that you have already died and were buried in the cemetery. No wonder the two major churches couldn't find the senior leaders of the "Sick Church". I don't know how you escaped purification or cremation..." Lumian looked at the tombstone and said in a sarcastic tone.

He anticipated the various ways Dalbero might contact him, and how to intercept the corresponding information and establish contact by putting him into the mirror world.

Before Lumian finished speaking, the ground in front of the tombstone suddenly exploded with a large amount of rubble and soil.

They were like bullets fired from a steam rifle, all whizzing towards Lumian.

At the same time, Lumian saw a palm.

The palm was blue all over and swollen to the point of being translucent, with yellow-green pus flowing inside, making every capillary extremely clear.

These capillaries and palm lines together formed complex symbols and patterns one after another. Lumian froze in place just by seeing them.

At this moment, his vision was completely occupied by this palm. Compared with this palm, the gravel and soil that were shooting towards him seemed as small as dust.

Lumian began to tremble, and dark spots suddenly appeared on the surface of his frosty and creamy skin.

These plaques eroded rapidly inside, causing the flesh and blood to rot quickly.

Lumian was unable to move, and all his abilities were unusable, and even his thoughts were rapidly fading.

This is not the palm of a saint.

This is clearly the left hand of a god!

Do not look directly at God.

Lumian was trembling with fear, his mind was silent, and he could not come up with any effective response, as if he was destined to decline.

Everything about him was failing.

The palm of his right hand suddenly became hot, bringing a noticeable stinging sensation.

Lumian suddenly had an impulse, which was to stretch out his right hand and touch it with the left palm, and touch the other party with the dark "pinhole" in the palm of his palm.

This allowed him to regain a little self-awareness.

However, it was too late.

The flying gravel and soil hit him, creating ripples and the sound of breaking glass.

Behind Lumian, a hidden mirror appeared.

The current Lumian is not the real person, but a projection that came with the help of the mirror world!
Of course, Lumian was also nearby. After he was "teleported" to the cemetery, he disappeared and threw out a mirror.

But the shock of looking directly at the "god" just now still affected him, causing him to suffer severe injuries, unable to move, and unable to take any measures to avoid it.

As the mud and rocks on the ground weathered rapidly, the green, terrifying, strange hand pressed on Lumian's projection surface.

The projection shattered in an instant, and each illusory fragment was rotting and fading.

Lumian, who was hiding behind a nearby tree, heard a series of crackling sounds, which were the sounds of all the "mirror doubles" breaking.

Even with the repeated reincarnation of the "mirror double", the black spots and deep decay on Lumian's body still exist.

Just a second or two later, his eyes lost focus and the breath of life disappeared.

thump!
He collapsed in a state of advanced decay, and the "traveler's bag" splashed dust in the weathered soil.

He died instantly.

At this moment, the figure in front of the tombstone appeared completely.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a black suit and no hat. He had a long face with signs of decay on both sides. His skin was pale, as if he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time.

His left hand hung naturally, and its green and swollen state was completely different from the rest of his body.

Before Mocosidos could check the situation, a surging, quiet, and indifferent gray-white appeared out of nowhere behind the tombstone and spread rapidly towards him.

Wherever the gray passed, whether it was the flying dust or the weathered ground, it all became solid and heavy, fading away all other colors.

Mocosidos did not panic, but extended his left palm with yellow-green capillaries and blue lines towards the gray-white area.

Although there was no actual contact between the two sides, the gray and white movement slowed down, becoming slower and slower, and even cracks appeared on itself.

At this moment, a mirror flew out from the "traveler's bag" that fell to the ground.

In the mirror, Lumian appeared in a black robe with his hood up, and walked back to reality with a smile on his face.

His eyes, like the lakes of the plateau, reflected the figure of Mocosidos.

Almost at the same time, two black flames containing destruction and madness leapt out of Lumian's pupils.

"what!"

Mocosidos screamed immediately, and bursts of black flames burst out from his rotten flesh, igniting his soul and burning his rotten body composed of various pathogens.

He quickly withdrew his left hand and tore open his abdominal cavity, as if trying to pull out the source of the black flame, but this was the curse of the "witch" and the real source was with Lumian.

Lumian has disappeared, perhaps he was "teleported" to a distant place, or perhaps he hid in the mirror world.

As Mocosidos's left hand collided with the "Fire of Destruction", the corresponding black flame began to weaken and was about to go out.

But the black flame did not go out, and it still burned Mocosidos's body and soul tenaciously, but its momentum was rapidly declining.

Mocosidos could only take care of this side and not the other side. The gray and white that was originally suppressed became turbulent again, crossing the obstacles and spreading to his side.

His clothes quickly turned gray and stone.

Mocosidos' body suddenly gave off a rotten smell, and the rotten parts where bones were already visible began to ooze out green and yellow pus.

The pus instantly covered Mocosidos' body, causing him to decompose into countless pathogens and disappear on the spot.

Some pathogens were still entangled by the black flames and were soon completely annihilated, but some pathogens were not affected and took the opportunity to escape the burning of the "Fire of Destruction".

At this time, the grayish-white color symbolizing "petrification" became more and more turbulent, submerging many pathogens, turning them into stone chips and falling to the ground.

Lumian's silhouette was outlined in front of the tombstone, and he raised his right palm with a smile.

The entire valley cemetery, from the sky to the earth, was silently ablaze with evil and quiet black flames.

In the black flame hell, every tree and weed withered and collapsed, and the surviving pathogens that permeated around the tombstones lost their spirituality and their lives one after another.

After about six or seven seconds, Lumian heard a shrill, unwilling, illusory scream in the air, as if it was a curse.

He thus knew that Mocosidos was completely dead.

Affected by the burning black flames of the "witch", the opponent's spirit will completely dissipate within the next few tens of seconds, and it will no longer be possible to communicate with the spirits or do anything with them.

Lumian flipped his hand and used the mirror to pull the area around the tombstone and the spirit of Mocosidos into the mirror world, in order to affect the return of the gifted power.

He and Franka also stepped over the silver mirror and came to the corresponding area behind the mirror.

During this process, Lumian couldn't help but think back to the battle just now:
Mocosidos's performance exceeded his and Franca's expectations.

That green and swollen left hand seemed to come from a real god. Just by looking at it and pressing it in the air, it completely defeated Lumian's resistance, making it impossible for him to even dodge.

This definitely surpassed Sequence 3, its power had reached the level of an angel, and its status was even higher!
If a Sequence 3 Saint from most paths were here, facing that attack, he would have been killed miserably. Fortunately, Lumian was the "Immortal Witch", who was strange and difficult to kill, and was good at resurrection and rebirth.

Moreover, other "immortal witches" cannot do it so easily. There is a high probability that their normal "person in the mirror" will also die. They can only rely on the mirror stored in a secret place in advance, which has cut off most of the connection with themselves, to revive the sleeping "person in the mirror". This will take dozens of minutes or even hours, and they will no longer be able to participate in this battle.

Because of the special feature of his right palm, Lumian relied on the residual aura of the mutated "Blood Emperor" to respond to the stress, and was able to break free from the influence of the left hand to a certain extent in advance, and actively used the "Mirror Stand".

Even so, all of his "mirror doubles" were destroyed, and his original self had to die once, but it did not affect his mirror self.

Without Franka's assistance and restraint, Mocosidos would have escaped before he was resurrected.

"That left hand is really powerful, it feels like a god descending from the sky...

“But apart from his left hand, Mocosidos performed quite ordinary in other aspects. He was even worse than the Sequence 4 demigod I killed before who was on the same path as him…

"The existence of that 'left hand' suppressed the performance of Mocosidos's other abilities, causing his thinking and reactions to decline to a certain extent?

"Since the former Amon could modify the performance of each sequence of the 'Thief' pathway, the great being codenamed 'God of Sickness' must be able to do it as well. When He bestowed the gift, He deliberately adjusted the sequence of abilities, lowering the left hand projection of Himself or an angel next to the throne to Sequence 3. However, He had to reduce other abilities and made the recipient pay an extra price?"

Lumian's thoughts raced as he glanced at Franka and took out his chariot card and the "Fool" holy emblem.

For the subsequent theft and tampering, I will definitely have to ask for Mr. Fool’s help!

Lumian himself does not have this ability. If he can control Mocosidos and have enough time to use large-scale black magic, using this saint as a medium to slowly get in touch with all the believers of the "God of Disease", he can barely take over the disease education on his own. But now, there are only no more than thirty seconds left.

PS: I’m asking for monthly tickets in the last two days~
(End of this chapter)