Ring of Fate

Chapter 1116 I have been dealing with myself for a long time (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)

The huge man of light wrapped in chaos was always connected to the blazing golden sun and never separated.

"It" is firmly bound, just like the impulse and madness hidden in the hearts of many people. Although it exists and cannot be ignored, under normal circumstances, it cannot break through the dam composed of reason and humanity.

Moreover, this chaotic light man composed of the dark color of the sun descended from the astral realm to the depths of the special mirror world and did not affect the blazing golden sun to maintain an invisible barrier against the crimson full moon.

Instead, He became brighter, more blazing, and more divine.

At this moment, abstract concepts representing "gaze" and "attention" appeared in the star realm, pointing to the golden sun.

The "sun" that illuminates the astral world and the entire world remains unmoved, as if responding silently:

Once upon a time, I betrayed myself.

Later, I spent more than two thousand years dealing with and fighting against another me, and finally achieved a phased victory and reached a balance, allowing Him to be used by me, while I remained myself.

Now, I'm risking everything I have.

Making my allies the "root of evil" and "destructive scourge" is my only chance to achieve final victory and save the world!

Regardless of whether this will succeed or lead to an extremely tragic ending, I will do my best.

I would rather break than surrender!
The huge man of light wrapped in chaos enveloped all the figures of "The Fool" in the special mirror world, and kept chasing his flashes to prevent him from getting close to Lumian, carrying the largest amount of energy at the speed of light.

One was arranged and misled, the other was fooled and grafted, neither had the time to care about Lumian.

The "Original Witch" retreated to the other side of the special mirror world, her black hair still flying, like a group of snakes swimming in the air and about to gather together. Her beautiful face was distorted with a new charm, which had not yet stretched out, and she was still fighting against something.

Queen Roselle in the mirror watched silently nearby without intervening.

It is difficult for him to go against the will of the "Creator in the Mirror", also known as the "Original Witch" Chick. He can only hope that the upcoming disaster will not cause the entire special mirror world to collapse and be completely destroyed.

For Him who is still unable to truly leave this place, this will be a devastating disaster.

As for Zaratul who had been hiding here before, he had already escaped and hid back in Dilan Castle.

Lumian only felt waves of violent, cruel, twisted, and morbid thoughts coming from the left side of his body. They were like a tsunami, beating against his spirit and will over and over again, trying to complete assimilation.

On his right side there was silence, sadness, pain, and despair, and these emotions also spread over him.

They all resonate with Lumian's current state to varying degrees, and are about to mix together, bringing about the inevitable, complete and uncontrollable madness.

Figures flashed before Lumian's eyes, and lights lit up and dimmed, becoming blurry.

Suddenly, a voice that came and went rang in his ears:

“My wish is:

"Lumian Lee is able to maintain his lucidity, rationality, and humanity for a period of time every day."

Fate is already determined, madness is inevitable, even a "miracle worker" cannot completely reverse it. He can only exploit loopholes and reduce the difficulty of wishes so that Lumian can be sometimes crazy and sometimes sober.

No one has stipulated that if you are destined to be crazy, there will be no occasional moments of clarity!
As for what counts as occasional, the rest will be defined by foolishness and mistakes.

Lumian's blurry vision suddenly became clear. Pain and violence still filled his body, but they no longer affected his thoughts and perceptions.

He saw a large number of puppet soldiers suddenly appearing in front of him. These puppet soldiers were wearing metal armor of different colors, and their faces seemed to be carved. They were more than ten meters tall and marched like an army.

Lumian also saw the puppets surrounding the "Red Angel" Medici. The King of Angels had revealed the form of a mythical creature, composed of nearly invisible flames and steel-like bones stained with deep purple blood, complex and terrifying symbols, and blood-stained black armor.

Between his eyebrows, a bloody mark shaped like a flag stood out clearly, bright and vivid.

He had completed the sacrifice in advance and requested help from the source of war.

The head with the strange dark golden mask on Lumian's left shoulder suddenly turned, so that the face that looked like Alistair Tudor was facing Medici.

The blood-red flag mark also appeared between the eyebrows of this face, and it was also surrounded by some indescribable dark symbols that seemed to bring about ultimate chaos.

He smiled contemptuously and mockingly, as if saying to Medici:
“You coward finally dared to come here.

"Are you ready to be eaten by me again?"

Lumian also revealed his full mythical creature form, and pulled out an ordinary straight sword from the "Traveler's Bag" that had fallen to the ground and was unaffected.

The straight sword quickly became huge enough to match a body that was twenty or thirty meters tall.

It then ignited into a black flame that bound destruction and madness.

Medici also raised his flaming giant sword, and the two flaming giants collided with a bang.

Almost at the same time, the puppet soldiers of the "Red War" Legion raised their arms and leaned back.

Their eyes were all stained with iron black, reflecting the paleness of Lumian's body, and in their hands were flaming spears stained with a deep purple color close to blood.

They can share all the abilities and spirituality of the "Red Angel" Medici at the same time!
Whoosh whoosh!
While Medici was blocking Lumian, those flaming spears were thrown out as densely as a forest, giving people the feeling that they could cover the sky.

They were targeting several weak points on Lumian.

The head with the strange dark gold mask on Lumian's left shoulder turned again.

This time, facing the "Red Angel" Medici was the "Doomsday Witch" Chike, who was full of maternal radiance.

The bright smile on this face slowed down Medici's movements a little, and even the overwhelming deep purple, blood-red flaming spears seemed to be reluctant.

Then, Lumian's body became illusory and layered, like a projection cast by a series of mirrors at the same time.

Rumble!
Countless flaming spears pierced his body, causing a violent explosion that instantly destroyed all the projections.

Lumian's body was outlined on the other side.

The "Red Angel" Medici did not give him a chance to breathe. He turned into an almost invisible fire meteor that burned in a deep purple blood color and blasted towards Lumian in an instant.

The puppet soldiers of the "Red War" Legion also turned into similar fireballs, and with the same power, they whizzed down from different directions, using range attacks to bypass the interference of the "fog of war".

As the King of Angels, Medici can also allow his soldiers to share his own status. In other words, at this moment, there are nearly a hundred "Red Angels" attacking Lumian at the same time.

This is one of Medici's strongest abilities, the only drawback being that it consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy.

This is equivalent to bursting out the spiritual energy that could have sustained a long battle in an instant, exchanging the shortening of time for the enhancement of space.

As the ancient king of angels, Medici knew very well that his ally "Eternal Sun" could not delay for too long and he had to make a quick decision, so he chose to kill the enemy in one fell swoop from the start.

Outside the special mirror world, Amon, wearing a monocle and a pointed hat, did not take any further action, as if he were a real spectator.

Neither stop nor help.

His expression remained normal. He stole a red apple from somewhere, put it to his mouth, and took a bite.

Facing the flaming meteors coming from every direction, Lumian did not flinch, his eyes burning with madness and fighting spirit.

He growled and begged for help from the City of Disaster for the second time today.

The iron-black bones that made up his body and were interwoven into complex symbols and patterns suddenly began to show fine cracks, and the purple-red flames were swirling and dyed with more blood.

He was wearing a black armor with blood stains on it, and ignored the other flaming meteors. He locked onto the one that the "Red Angel" Medici had transformed into, and slashed out with an increasingly huge and terrifying "Sword of Destruction" with a sense of conquest.

boom!
The deep purple and red flames scattered in all directions, forming a storm that swept around.

The explosion filled with a destructive aura caused obvious cracks to appear in the depths of the special mirror world, which was shaky and on the verge of breaking.

In the rolling flames, the figure of the "Red Angel" Medici appeared, and a deep wound appeared between his chest and abdomen, from which flowed a flame so dark that even the depth no longer existed.

Lumian looked even more miserable. His blood-stained black armor was already tattered, and many of his iron-black bones, which were interwoven with complex patterns and symbols, were missing or broken. Only a thin layer of the flame, which was so deep purple that it was almost blood-red, remained, and it seemed that it would be extinguished by a gust of wind.

There were also a lot of glass fragments scattered around him, and his mirror self suffered a devastating blow.

Lumian laughed, a very flamboyant laugh.

He suddenly thrust the tattered "Sword of Destruction" in his hand into the ground.

This area, which had already reached its limit, suddenly collapsed and fell apart completely.

As the area completely collapsed, Lumian fell into the turbulence of time and space, falling into the depths of darkness.

As his body began to regenerate, he waved to Medici and the "Red War" Legion who were also falling, as if asking with a smile, "Do you want to catch up? The team will be separated under the turbulence of time and space."

The "Red Angel" whistled back, as if to say "I am enough alone".

The two were unable to communicate further as the space-time storm rolled in silently and dangerously, and they were immediately separated.

Lumian fell rapidly, relying on his "teleportation" ability to avoid the most dangerous areas.

——He could no longer sense the outside world and could not escape from here directly.

In just a blink of an eye, or maybe a little longer, Lumian landed in front of the huge, half-collapsed Zhangyang Palace burning with invisible and colorless flames.

The depths of the special mirror world lead to Trier in the Quaternary Period.

PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~
(End of this chapter)