Ring of Fate

Chapter 735: Guard and Believe

Perle quickly gathered his consciousness and stood in the position of "supervisor" looking at the various empty spaces in the current quarry.

It was already dark here, with only the calcium carbide lamp lying on its side on the ground emitting a faint blue glow.

As his eyes moved, Perle "saw" Lumian and also "saw" Anthony.

Both of them were at the exit of the quarry cave, but that was the isolation boundary of the current special mirror world, not a passage in the actual sense, and they could not use it to escape.

At this time, Lumian was facing Perle, wearing "torture" gloves with iron-black spikes and holding a brass revolver in his hand.

Anthony hid behind him, with his back to him, and they were very close to each other.

But this "hypnotist" did not stand. Instead, he squatted on one knee, placed a blank sketchbook on his right thigh, and used it as a support to quickly draw something with a short pencil.

"Bottle of fiction"!
Lumian and Anthony are in a "fictional bottle" built on the hollow exit of the quarry.

However, this had no effect on Perle, who was overseeing everything in the current mirror world. She could directly see where Lumian and Anthony were hiding.

After watching this scene, "Supervisor" Perle felt something inharmonious and abnormal, as if it involved some gray area:

As the leader of the team and the strongest person, Lumian actually made an effort to buy time for the "audience" Beyonder.

Regardless of whether he was betting that he really would not kill him and just wanted to capture him alive and use it as a shield, it was enough to show that what the "audience" Extraordinary was doing was very important. He thought it could hurt a "supervisor" or help them escape from a "supervisor"!
Perle did not hesitate. He looked at Lumian and Anthony in the "Bottle of Fiction" and said in the "Word of Order":

"There are no secrets in front of the Overseer!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the "fictional bottle" constructed with the empty exit of the quarry collapsed silently.

But Perle discovered that Lumian was no longer protected by the "Bottle of Fiction", but there was still a "Bottle of Fiction" around Anthony, and it did not collapse because of the words of the "Supervisor"!
After Lumian confirmed this detail, a smile appeared on his face.

The "fictional bottle" surrounding Anthony is constructed based on himself.

His legs, standing apart, and the ground form a symbolic door.

Lumian slightly arched his body, looked at the "supervisor" Perle, and said silently to himself with a twisted smile:
"Yes, Anthony is doing something I told him to do, and it's very important.

"But only by knocking me down can the 'fictional bottle' created based on a living person like me be broken. Anyone who wants to hurt Anthony must go past me first!
"Now, I am Anthony's shield, the wall that protects him!"

The smile on Perle's face faded a little, and he looked at Lumian with a slightly gloomy expression and said:

“You are guilty!

“You killed someone!”

Murder...Lumian was slightly shocked.

He was not surprised that he had killed someone, but he did not expect that the "supervisor" Perle would accuse him of this crime.

No matter what form the next punishment takes, the final verdict will not change:
He who kills shall die!

Didn't she want to capture me alive? Lumian took the initiative to be Anthony's shield, and he did think that Perle would not dare to kill him. In that case, many of the other party's abilities would be restricted, and he would have the opportunity to delay until Anthony finished the sketch he wanted on the extraordinary painting book he got from the "Bard" - the function of that painting book was to make the things drawn on it come alive, or show special effects and last for a period of time.

Who knew that the plan would fail at the very beginning.

Of course, Lumian didn't put all his bets on the "Overseer" wanting to capture him alive. It was impossible for him to defeat a demigod, but if he just wanted to delay time, he still had a little hope.

The rumbling sound of thunder rang out in the hollow and low sky above the quarry. One after another, silver-white electric snakes leaped out, coiling into thunder trees as thick as buckets, and suddenly struck Lumian.

When the thunder echoed and the lightning had not yet fallen, Lumian had already raised his hands and aimed the brass revolver at the punishment from this world.

His blue eyes turned iron black, but he could not see the weakness of the terrifying thunder.

He could only pour streams of blazing white flames into the revolver, into the bullet that was about to be fired.

boom!
As the silver-white Thunder Tree with its fangs bared came crashing down, a bullet that was flickering with a hint of faint green and surrounded by layers of blazing white flames shot out from the muzzle and headed towards the huge lightning.

"Debilitating Bullet"!
This is the "debilitating bullet" from the Jebus!
In an instant, lightning as thick as a bucket shattered the dark green bullet and the blazing white flames around it.

The sudden burst of silver-white light engulfed Lumian.

boom!
The horrifying roar was a beat late in reaching Anthony's ears, causing his body to tremble instinctively and almost causing him to lose his hearing.

He recalled the night when the military camp was attacked by the followers of the evil god - the sound of gunfire, artillery fire, screams, and shouts of killing came from all directions, making him panic and terrified. It left him with a strong psychological trauma that took many years to heal.

Now, he seemed to be back in the same scene.

Anthony calmed himself down, looked at the blank sketchbook in front of him, and continued sketching, the pencil in his hand moving with a rustling sound.

He still remembered Lumian's body language just now:
"No one can hurt you unless I die and someone steps over my dead body!"

Compared to the panic and helplessness in the military camp that night when everyone was in danger, Anthony felt that the current situation was not so bad.

At least, I have companions I can trust!
At least, there will be someone behind me who will protect me at the risk of his life!

Amidst the countless silver-white electric snakes that spread out, Lumian's body first broke into a large number of mirror fragments, then turned black and carbonized, and shattered into powder.

The "mirror substitute" that Janna gave me!
Lumian's figure reappeared, still standing firmly in the same place, with his legs remaining apart.

Boom, the thunder in the sky did not disappear with the end of the last punishment, and a new round of executions was brewing.

Once the “supervisor” initiates prosecution, the punishment will continue unless the verdict is fully effective!
Lumian's scalp went numb, and his black hair and sweat hairs stood up slightly due to the residual electric current in the air.

After a few seconds of brewing, a huge lightning bolt that was even more brilliant and terrifying than before fell silently.

Lumian had already gritted his teeth, dropped his revolver, raised his hands, and let the "torture" gloves with iron-black short spikes accurately meet the tip of the lightning, while one white fireball after another condensed and formed above him.

The “Torture” gloves can block a divine blow at the cost of their own shattering or breaking!
boom!
In the sudden and terrible explosion, the silver-white tree of death formed by lightning stopped at Lumian's fist and stopped at the "torture" glove.

Rumble, the blazing white flames exploded, pushing the tiny electric snakes that broke out into the distance.

This time the thunder punishment subsided quickly, but the dull rumbling sound in the air continued.

With a snapping sound, Lumian's "torture" gloves turned charred and broke, shattering into many small pieces that fell to the ground one after another.

Seeing that a new round of huge lightning was about to form, Lumian knew that he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't help but urge Anthony in his heart:

“Why haven’t you finished drawing yet?

"I can only block it a little longer!"

After a brief, oppressive silence, a giant silver-white lightning snake suddenly jumped out from mid-air, illuminating the entire quarry cavity and the smile on the face of "Supervisor" Perle.

Lumian only had time to do the only thing he could do:
He animated his own shadow, switching its position with his own.

boom!
Amid the crisp and rapid sound of thunder, the giant lightning snake engulfed the shadow, causing it to melt and evaporate in an instant, leaving no trace.

Finally, this punishment was over, and Lumian's body appeared in front of Anthony again, his legs slightly apart, his back slightly arched, but there was no shadow under his feet.

“Why isn’t it finished yet?” Lumian thought anxiously.

He considered whether to release the "Bottle of Fiction" and grab Anthony and "teleport" him everywhere.

But he could see that the punishment based on the "Supervisor"'s prosecution would not end just because he changed his position. At the lightning speed, he could not avoid it by "teleporting".

It’s not that the “teleportation” is not fast enough, but that he has to spend time activating the black mark on his right shoulder.

Rumble, the sound of muffled thunder continued to ring in Lumian's ears, foreshadowing the arrival of the next punishment.

Behind Lumian, Anthony, who was squatting on one knee and using his right thigh as a table to paint, had beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead.

The first part of the sketch was successful and completed very quickly, but for some reason the last stroke suddenly became difficult.

The painting album affected the pencil, and the pencil began to absorb Anthony's spirituality violently, but such a large amount of spirituality could only push the black lines to move slowly.

At the same time, the blank painting page gradually curled up and burned with transparent flames, as if it could not withstand what Anthony was about to draw.

Anthony knew very well that this was not what this album could present, but he completely trusted Lumian's judgment and continued to work hard.

Rumble!
The sound of thunder became louder and louder, and even Anthony, who was in the "Bottle of Fiction", could hear it more clearly.

As a "psychologist", he could no longer control his mentality, and emotions such as nervousness, impatience, anxiety, and panic surged up at the same time.

He controlled himself and continued to sketch the final stroke.

Seeing that the terrifying silver-white lightning was about to take shape, and Anthony behind him had not moved at all, Lumian felt a little desperate.

“Is this going to be death?
"Well, I want to see what Thermipolos looks like!
"Die..." Suddenly, a flash of lightning called inspiration lit up in Lumian's mind.

He immediately took out something from the "traveler's bag".

It was a golden mask with several streaks of paint on it.

The golden mask obtained from "Hisoka" and originated from the "God of Death"!

Lumian quickly put the golden mask on his face. His body quickly turned cold and his breath gradually became still.

The terrifying thunder punishment brewing in the air suddenly stopped.

Lumian raised his head and looked at the silver-white electric snakes that were no longer gathering, and the corners of his mouth curled up under the golden mask.

Now he is an undead creature!

One of the functions of that golden mask is to turn the wearer into an undead creature while retaining his spiritual intelligence!
And since Lumian is already "dead", the punishment has achieved its purpose and will naturally end immediately!

Seeing this scene, the "Supervisor" was slightly stunned, and then he understood what was going on.

She laughed but didn't lose her composure.

While the punishments continued to come, she was not idle and had already prepared for possible accidents.

She used a coin bag to create a "dark box" and completed a transaction!
Her right hand was about to retract.

Behind Lumian, Anthony saw the curled edge of the paper and the almost invisible flames spreading rapidly towards the middle of the page, and his heart became more and more desperate.

Even if he could complete the final stroke, the page would obviously be ruined and would have no effect.

Anthony gritted his teeth and chose to trust his companions and Lumian.

He remembered what Lumian had told him just now:
"Paint Monet first, then Ms. 'Magic'!"

Monette, that archipelago swindler Monette... Anthony had just had this thought when he was surprised to see that the curled edge of the drawing paper stopped and the invisible flame solidified briefly.

His pencil became smooth.

He summoned his inspiration and finished drawing a monocle with simple lines on the right eye of the islander he had sketched, who had slightly curly black hair, a thin face, deep eye sockets and thick lips.

(End of this chapter)