Ring of Fate

Chapter 1132 Chance Encounter
It was a new day, and Lumian left the protected area shrouded in gray fog.

There is no sun in the ruins world and it is always in darkness, but the temperature is not very low. It is the crimson moonlight that shines everywhere, bringing a spring-like feeling and a warm and cold climate.

High in the sky, the full moon was nowhere to be found, the stars were dim, and the darkness was tinged with crimson.

Lumian turned his body and looked at Franca standing at the edge of the gray mist, and nodded slightly to her.

Franca responded with a caring and bright smile, waved to Lumian, and then disappeared.

Lumian withdrew his gaze and looked at Chick's face to the right of the head on the left.

Chick, who is stunningly beautiful, pure and pretty, and full of maternal radiance, smiles sweetly.

He had no grudge against what Lumian was about to do, at least not on the surface.

"Are you looking forward to it too?" Lumian asked, curling his lips.

Chickface cannot speak yet, but he did not make any movements, neither admitting nor denying.

Lumian ignored him and turned his head to look at Aurore and Janna on the other side.

Their eyes were still tightly closed, and there was some blood stain on their faces that was difficult to remove.

Lumian exhaled slowly and walked towards the edge of the ruins of Trier, towards the green kingdom with those huge oak trees.

He walked forward aimlessly, allowing the law of Beyonder characteristic aggregation and the mystical connection between his original body and his clone to play out naturally.

This is also the direction indicated by previous prophecies.

The further you go outside the ruins, the quieter the environment becomes. Only from the green kingdom you can occasionally hear the cries of babies and the sounds of birds flapping their wings.

Suddenly, Lumian saw a group of lively wild deer coming out from behind rows of abandoned buildings.

They walked briskly in the crimson moonlight, occasionally tilting their heads to take a few bites of the green plants and fruits that covered the surface of the house.

thump!
A wild deer fell and hit the ground.

Its body began to decay rapidly, as if it was being devoured by countless tiny creatures. In just a few seconds, it completely returned to the earth, including those white bones.

Where it fell, no trace was left.

Thump, thump, more wild deer fell to the ground.

The rest of the wild deer showed no panic or fear. They ate their food leisurely and gave birth to bloody fawns one after another.

By the time they were out of Lumian's sight, the only ones left in the herd were the newborn fawns, which were growing very fast.

"Civilization cannot be developed in this way..." Lumian suddenly had this thought.

He didn't know whether this was intentional by the "Fallen Mother Goddess" or the natural effect of Her normal state on the environment. He just remembered that the "Magician" lady said that she once roamed to a planet deep in the starry sky. That planet worshiped the "Fallen Mother Goddess", but those who ruled them were not even angels. Instead, they were the three sons of God and their descendants who were born from the "Fallen Mother Goddess" when she passed by the planet itself in ancient times. In addition to the extreme worship of their mothers and reproductive organs, the residents of that planet have actually developed a unique civilization.

Maybe the lair of the Fallen Mother Goddess is like the Ruins World, where there is no civilization but more mythical creatures...On the contrary, the other planets that believe in her can develop civilization? Lumian continued to move forward.

After walking for a while, a vast oak forest appeared before his eyes.

At this time, four figures walked out of the oak forest.

The four figures were carrying a heavy coffin made of raw wood and never painted.

Among them, three were golems made of mud, and the only human was wearing a brown robe with the "Holy Emblem of Life" attached to it. He had an untidy beard and a serious expression, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony.

He is like a "defected" clergyman of the "Mother Earth" Church.

——The Church of the "Mother Earth Goddess" still exists, and the gods' favored ones are trying to maintain it with the help of other official extraordinary organizations, so as to prevent the "Mother Earth Goddess" from losing the support of the anchor. If this true god goes crazy or falls now, the astral barrier will be shattered by the "Outer Gods" immediately.

When the red moon descended, a large number of the God-blessed ones became alienated or lost control, and they continued to suffer blows afterwards. It was not until the last two months that they gained a certain degree of peace. At this time, their number is less than half of the original. Even Madam Roland has been wandering somewhere in the ruins world, becoming a puppet of the "Fallen Mother Goddess".

“Carrying a coffin? Is this a former saint of the Church of the Mother Earth, a Sequence 3 ‘paintbearer’?” Lumian was not surprised to run into such a “mother” child.

He looked at the divine benefactor who was supposed to be the "palm bearer" and thought doubtfully:
“The name of the sequence ‘Palm Bearers’ should be just a symbol, symbolizing the act of sending life back to the earth, which is an important part of the ‘Mother’ path to construct a reality cycle, and is thus related to concepts and forces such as death and return…

"I didn't really mean to carry a coffin, it was just symbolic...

"As a role-play, there's nothing wrong with that, but you've already transformed into an evil creature, so what are you still playing?
"The coffin they are carrying is special. What is inside it?"

Lumian was happy to stop and take a look at and study things related to the "Fallen Mother Goddess". He stood in the way of the "coffin bearer".

At the same time, the head on his left shoulder turned, and Chick's beautiful face looked towards the target.

The "coffin bearer" sensed something and looked back at where Lumian was, his eyes suddenly becoming evil and ferocious.

Just as he was about to use his extraordinary ability, his body suddenly changed.

His skin cracked and piles of brown mud gushed out. The mud submerged him and merged with him, and grew various iconic organs representing "mother", some from humans and some not.

This "paint bearer" quickly lost control and went crazy.

This is the power derived from the "Witch of Doom". If the "Death" path represents death and eternal sleep, the "Darkness" path represents silence and eternal darkness, the "Giant" path represents decay and the passage of time, and the "Red Priest" path represents the destruction brought by conquest and war, then the "Witch" path represents the coming of the end of the world and the return to chaos.

The coming of doomsday means that within the designated area, all kinds of conflicts will have a total outbreak, which will obviously involve entanglement and unification at the level of destiny.

The end of the world is also the end of destiny!
And Lumian also has the gift of the power of destiny.

The "coffin bearer" himself was on the verge of losing control and going crazy due to alienation. When the "doomsday" came, the contradiction in this regard was naturally pushed by fate and broke out.

However, his loss of control and transformation into a monster did not affect his attack on Lumian. He threw away the coffin and instinctively rushed towards Lumian with the clay golem.

The surrounding green plants, and even a few oak trees that had not yet grown up, instantly withered and turned yellow, losing their lives.

After running only two steps, the "coffin bearer's" body suddenly turned gray.

In just a second, he stopped there and turned into a stone statue.

The same was true for the three clay golems he created.

Silently, the ground where they were cracked open, and surging magma rushed out, completely engulfing them.

The magma was followed by the collapse of the entire marginal area; soil, plants, abandoned buildings, and melted stone statues all disappeared into the dark void.

The "doomsday" that Lumian had just designated for certain areas had arrived in full force.

After seeing a dark brown, almost black light gradually emerging from the void, Lumian stepped over to the wooden coffin that he had deliberately not influenced.

He kicked the coffin lid away.

There was a mass of rotten flesh in the coffin, which looked like an unformed fetus, or like some dead animal.

It seemed to have no substance, and at the sight of the crimson moonlight, it quickly evaporated into wisps of dark brown gas.

Lumian created a thick "fog of war" around him, blocking out the crimson moonlight, but the steaming of the rotting flesh did not stop, but instead became faster and faster.

Alistair Tudor, the head on Lumian's left shoulder, turned his face towards the coffin, his eyes were iron-black, making people want to surrender involuntarily.

The rising speed of the dark brown gas suddenly slowed down, but strangely merged with the surrounding environment and dissipated quickly.

Lumian hesitated for a moment and did not remove the dark golden mask in the middle of the head on his left shoulder.

The rotten flesh evaporated in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few dark brown marks at the bottom of the coffin to prove that it had ever existed.

Lumian stared at it for a few seconds and reported the matter to Mr. Fool.

He did not go deep into the boundless oak forest. Under the crimson moonlight and the intermittent "wa wa wa" sounds of babies crying, he walked in another direction along the edge of the ruins of Trier.

The familiar streets and familiar houses came into his view in a strange way.

This is the market area, this is the chaotic street.

Lumian put his hands in his trouser pockets, as if he had returned to the past.

He did not expect to "accidentally" meet the "Original Witch" Chick, but he felt that he should be able to run into a high-ranking witch. If the witches want to survive in the ruins world, they cannot do without the protection of the "Original Witch", which requires them to gather in one place or a limited number of places. Meeting one means meeting a whole nest.

"I thought you would attack me and fulfill your dream..." Lumian turned his head and said to Chike.

The chic face responded with a sweet smile, without any other expression.

As he walked, Lumian suddenly stopped.

He felt that it had been a long time since he heard the crying of babies and the flapping of birds in the oak forest.

The entire ruins were extremely quiet, almost dead silent.

(End of this chapter)