Ring of Fate

Chapter 1083 Destined
The evil dragon is locked here... The fifth generation Heavenly Master... Lumian recalled what he had seen during the previous secret ceremony and vaguely understood something.

He did not stop there, but walked past the mottled stone tablet and into the wooden tower.

There were no gas wall lamps or lighted candles in the tower, and the only light was the sunlight that barely penetrated the paper-thin windows.

This did not affect Lumian's look around. He only felt that the first floor of the tower was unusually empty. It was surrounded by towering and interlaced beams and columns, and in the middle there was a stone staircase leading to the underground area.

Lumian walked towards the staircase that seemed to be shrouded in shadow with familiarity.

After walking a few steps forward, he suddenly raised his head and looked to the side. In the extremely dim environment, he saw a young man in night clothes lying quietly on a beam made of logs.

The man had a thin face and a broad forehead, but his facial features were generally good. His black eyes were bright and lively, and his figure seemed to blend into the darkness.

Because Lumian was looking up, their gazes collided and the hood lost its shielding effect.

The man immediately muttered something that Lumian couldn't understand, and with a look of disgust on his face, he climbed up a few floors and soon disappeared.

Another outsider? He could actually bypass the protection of those "monks" and sneak into this strange wooden tower? Although he didn't use his extraordinary ability just now, he is quite capable... Lumian, who has "dark vision", is not affected by the darkness above. He used his eyes to track the man's tracks, but he couldn't find him.

Lumian vaguely felt that the other party was still observing him, so he raised his face and smiled, a very bright smile.

"Charm"!
"Charm" for all creatures present!
With a thud, the young man fell out from somewhere and fell on a beam.

He cursed and swam upwards quickly like a gecko, completely leaving the lower floors of the wooden tower, as if he was avoiding a snake or scorpion.

Lumian didn't understand what he was saying, but he thought it sounded very similar to the words he was scolded by in the telegraph office:

"Cena!"

After making sure that the young man was no longer looking at him, Lumian walked down the gray stone steps, one step at a time, and disappeared at the shadow-covered staircase.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the bottom of the wooden tower and saw the ancient well hidden in the darkness, the moss-covered stone slabs, and the iron chain extending from the stone slabs into the depths of the ancient well.

There are a large number of reliefs on these chains, all of which depict faces. Each face is extremely hideous and grotesque, like a demon.

"It's more similar to the armor that Chen Tu wore... Did 'Underworld Man' also participate in the matter of locking the evil dragon? Or, his teacher, or his teacher's teacher?" Lumian already knew that the "Heavenly Master" corresponded to the "Secret Peeper" and "Universalist" paths, and these iron-black chains did not seem to be his work.

Lumian stuck his head out and moved his gaze downwards, and at the bottom of the ancient well he saw a surface of water that seemed to be made up of the blood of thousands of people.

It was rich and strange, giving off a strong smell of fish and rust.

Lumian instinctively raised his right hand and touched the tip of his nose, and found that he was not bleeding like he had done last time. His condition could even be considered good.

"Is this because I have accepted the gift of the disaster and gained the power of the 'War Bishop', which is equivalent to being one of my own?" Lumian nodded thoughtfully, looking at the thick blood that did not reflect his head and face, and said in ancient Hermes:
"The power at the top of the disaster, the supreme and great existence, your humble follower would like to ask you to tell me where I can obtain the extraordinary characteristics that can help me ascend?"

Lumian never cared about his own face, so he could say these words easily.

However, he was not sure whether the so-called "evil dragon" locked deep in the ancient well could understand his words.

In order to make it easier for the other party to understand, he didn't even use terms such as "weather wizard", Sequence 2, and mythical creature.

People in the Western Continent probably haven’t seen the Blasphemous Slate!

After a brief, indescribable silence, a scene was reflected on the blood-red water surface.

It was an arm that was rotting, pus-oozing, and covered with tattered armor. It was propped up on the ground, taller than the broken stone pillars. Pus mixed with invisible flames continuously fell to the ground from the cracks, igniting the earth and the air, and making everything around it burn fiercely, never stopping.

Lumian took two steps back, not daring to look directly.

The residual aura of the "Blood Emperor" that seemed to be boiling in his palm told him that the scene just now corresponded to the corpse of Alistair Tudor who fell deep in Trier in the Fourth Epoch.

Is there a Weather Warlock Extraordinary Characteristic there? Lumian nodded slightly, and returned to the ancient well again, looking at the thick blood.

On the surface of the blood, the scene has changed. Darkness filled the place, and there seemed to be a tall figure inside who was silently watching Lumian.

Lumian made a judgment based on his spiritual intuition:

That is the "Blood Emperor" in the mirror hidden in the treasure house of the "Blue Avenger"!
I want to obtain the Weather Warlock Extraordinary Characteristics. I have no choice but to go to Alistair Tudor. Can't I get it from the President of the Iron Cross? Lumian just frowned when a huge suction force suddenly came from the bottom of the bloody water in the deep well.

Lumian was unable to resist for a moment. This was due to the strong instinct of the high-level Beyonder characteristics to gather together, as well as the gifts in him and his current state of pure spirit or pure consciousness.

He was pulled into the well and fell to the depths.

In just a blink of an eye, when Lumian tried to activate the black mark on his right shoulder and "teleport" away, his body touched the surface of the water formed by the rich blood.

He passed through without causing any ripples, like a high-ranking witch stepping into the mirror world.

Lumian suddenly had an epiphany:
The surface of water is also a mirror...

I didn’t enter the place where the evil dragon was locked, but the corresponding mirror world…

His eyes darkened, then turned red, and his entire body was completely immersed in blood.

The smell of fish and rust followed the sticky liquid into his nostrils, trying to fill his lungs and body.

Lumian felt no pain, but instead felt very comfortable, as if he had returned to his source, to his long-dreamed hometown.

This blood-red ocean seemed to have no surface. No matter how Lumian floated up, he could not escape and could not breathe fresh air.

He saw corpses floating past him. Some of them were headless, while others were just heads, dragging their white spines like long tails. There were so many of them that it was impossible to count them all.

Lumian swam after the corpses, wanting to see where they would drift to.

In this way, he and the corpses drifted forward for a long time along the direction of the bloody undercurrent.

There were more and more headless bodies and heads with spines in front, and the situation gradually became congested.

It was like there should be an exit not far away, but there were too many corpses pouring in, blocking it.

Lumian chose to bypass the congested area and approach the "end point" from the side.

Although this didn't allow him to squeeze in, he just wanted to see what was going on ahead.

After swimming for a while, Lumian finally saw the target location.

It was a dark water hole, blocked by thousands of corpses, with a constant stream of "fish" pouring in from the back.

The corpses stuck in the water holes were all swollen, with blue-black marks of decay on their surfaces.

Lumian immediately thought of the lady riding in a rickshaw, covering her face with a flower-and-bird fan.

Did she escape from here? Or was she the master of these corpses? Lumian shook his head, not thinking that there was any possibility that he could squeeze into the water hole.

There were simply too many bodies blocking the way, and he had no idea what changes would result from burning them.

That would most likely make the situation worse!

At this moment, the blocked water hole trembled violently, as if someone was trying to dig a tunnel at the other end.

Wow!

The large number of corpses that originally blocked the water eyes were "swallowed" in at once, and those at the back finally had a chance to get closer.

This also caused some of the dark and lightless water to ripple out.

Lumian was affected and pushed away, and the blood in front of him quickly became illusory.

In the illusion, he saw a huge black shadow coiling up.

The black shadow lay at the bottom of the bloody ocean, completely occupying an area the size of Trier.

Lumian was sucked over and fell down, but he couldn't really get close or see the black shadow clearly.

One in the mirror, the other in reality.

In front of the black shadow, there was a square that was dozens of kilometers long and wide, paved with gray-white stones. On the square stood huge pillars that were either pitch-black, blood-red, or gray-white, supporting an invisible barrier that prevented the blood-colored sea water from invading.

Lumian landed on the square, and standing in front of him was a full-length mirror.

The full-length mirror was made of pure silver mixed with other metals, with intricate patterns all around and a very classic shape.

Seeing this mirror, Lumian's mind suddenly tensed up.

Isn't this the mirror in the treasure room of the Blue Avenger?
Hiding the side of Alistair in the mirror!
Why is there one side here too?
Or in other words, the side in the Blue Avenger's treasure house leads to this side?
Are they one of the results of the various crazy attempts of the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor?

Lumian instinctively moved away from the silver full-length mirror to avoid being reflected in it, but the surface of the mirror already revealed a person hidden in the mirror.

The man was wearing black armor stained with blood, and had long hair that gleamed with a faint blood glow. The lines on his face looked like they were cut by a knife or an axe. His lips were tightly pursed, revealing a resolute and tough temperament, and his blue eyes were filled with cruelty and madness.

The next second, the person in the mirror extended his right hand, which was wearing an armor glove, out of the cold and hard mirror surface.

He walked out of the full-length mirror step by step, as if he didn't care at all that Lumian might take the opportunity to attack him.

(End of this chapter)