Ring of Fate

Chapter 830 Blind Battle
Morola, fifth floor of the Church of Knowledge.

A law enforcer in a black robe was standing at the window, looking at the entrance to the behemoth underground mausoleum.

He could see Lumian walking down the gray stone steps.

Somewhere in Morola, Albus Medici also stood by the window, but what was reflected in his eyes was not the building more than ten meters away, but the cemetery and Lumian's figure that could not be seen from this street.

"Are we about to start?" The descendant of the "Red Angel" laughed.

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Blindfolded, Lumian walked forward in the darkness at a moderate pace, following the markings on the map in his mind and approaching the head of the "abscessed hand" that he had sensed.

"This is the end. We need to turn left... It's exactly the same as the example picture in the book..." Lumian stretched out his right hand without the calcium carbide lamp and touched something cold and hard.

That should be the wall.

He then turned left, walked forward for a distance, and then stopped.

He felt that the head of the "abscessed hand" was only two or three meters away from his right side, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was no sound at all.

Lumian turned his body sideways and tried to stretch out his right palm in that direction, but what he touched was still the cold and hard wall.

“Behind the wall? Well, according to the example diagram, there should be a room behind it, and the door is five meters ahead…” Although Lumian couldn’t see it, the importance of knowledge came into play in this situation.

He counted his steps and walked to where the door should be. He reached out and touched it, and it was indeed a wooden board.

Lumian fumbled for the handle, turned it gently, and pushed open the half-open door.

At the same time, he muttered in his heart:

"Albus just threw the head of the man with the broken hand to this position?
"Even if it's an elastic ball, it shouldn't be able to bounce here. Although this place is not far from the entrance, there are two turns and the door is closed...

"The door was closed afterwards?"

Lumian became more alert and listened carefully to the movements behind the door.

There was no sound at all.

Slowly, slowly he entered the room, heading for the corner where the special connection was already crystal clear and where the stench of decay continued to emanate.

His right palm reached into the "Traveler's Bag", ready to draw out the "Sword of Courage" at any time, while his left hand holding the calcium carbide lamp stretched forward and touched the head of the "abscessed hand".

The head was positioned high up, not on the ground as Lumian had expected, but seemed to be placed on a shelf.

The next second, Lumian's fist hit something slippery, wet, and squirming slightly.

Five cold, finger-like things instantly came up and grasped Lumian's left fist.

Lumian's scalp suddenly went numb.

To encounter such a thing without the naked eye being able to see it is doubly, no, quadruple, five times as terrifying.

He had no way of knowing what this thing was!
He could only be sure that this did not belong to the head of the "abscessed hand", it was just a head!
Suddenly, Lumian's left fist ignited with a blazing white flame.

His fist did not retreat but advanced, relying on sudden and short acceleration, and with a crisp sound, it hit between the five things that looked like fingers.

boom!
The violent explosion lifted up the slippery and wet "fingers". Lumian immediately used the black mark on his right shoulder, which was already in a semi-activated state, to flash behind the thing that seemed to be the head of the "abscessed hand".

"Humph!"

Lumian let two streams of white light spurt out of his nose.

He felt that he had hit the target.

He did not bother to wait for the other party to fall unconscious to the ground. His left fist holding the calcium carbide lamp with a blazing flame suddenly blasted out, while his right palm was in a state where he could grasp the "Sword of Courage" and pull it out at any time.

boom!
Lumian's blow was like he had hit a piece of dead but resilient wood, and he directly detonated the accumulated fire power.

Boom!

The violent wind and waves pushed the slippery and wet "wood" forward for a distance.

Then, there was no movement from that thing, and no sound of it falling to the ground.

Lumian carefully transformed himself into a blazing white flaming spear and chased after him.

He felt himself penetrate the withered tree filled with rust and flesh, and with the pungent smell filling his nose, he landed in front of the head of the "abscessed hand".

During this process, he did not encounter any obstruction or any substantial counterattack.

“Is this solved?” Lumian, who was completely blind, was a little nervous.

He kept his right palm inside the "traveler's bag", held the handle of the calcium carbide lamp with his mouth, stretched out his left hand, and reached diagonally upwards, always ready to activate the contract ability of "spiritual world shuttle".

In the frozen atmosphere, Lumian felt the mucus-covered, foul-smelling, limp pieces of flesh, and the greasy and disgusting clumps of "weeds".

“This should be the hair of the guy with the broken hand... There’s nothing else unusual..." Lumian plucked up his courage and continued to touch.

Soon, he touched something that looked like a rotten neck and a "shoulder" with obvious wounds.

Shoulder... Although Lumian was prepared, he was still startled.

It can't be that the head of the "abscessed hand" has grown a body by itself, right?

After waiting for a few seconds and not waiting for the sudden attack, Lumian raised his left palm, grasped the clump of "weeds" that looked like hair, and pulled it towards himself.

As he gradually exerted strength, a reluctant "puff" sound like pulling out a cork was heard in front of him.

Lumian's center of gravity suddenly shook, and the power seemed to fall into the empty space.

He ripped the target's head off!

Almost at the same time, Lumian reached into the "Traveler's Bag" with his right hand and sensed that the two pieces of the "abscessed hand" had moved, but they could not break through the barrier in space. They could only crawl closer to each other and slowly push away piles of debris.

“This is the head of the man with the broken hand… Then who was the one who wanted to ‘shake hands’ with me just now?” Lumian’s mind suddenly flashed through scenes:

That was the flying head dragging its bloody spine, and that was the headless corpse chasing the head...

"There are similar headless corpses in the underground mausoleum that seals '0-01', and one of them mistook the head of the man with the severed hand for his own and put it on his neck? No wonder Albus just threw it there casually, and the man with the severed hand's head 'ran' here..." Lumian quickly made a guess and thought it was both funny and terrifying.

If the headless corpse and the "abscessed hand" head were to remain together for another six months or a year, something terrible might happen...

Lumian did not dare to put the head of "Abscessed Hand" into the "Traveler's Bag", as that would inevitably cause the body parts to aggregate and summon "Abscessed Hand" to complete the reorganization. Lumian wanted to do this after meeting Julie, Sally, or Albus and Vanak.

He held the head of the "abscessed hand" and the calcium carbide lamp used for show in his left hand and prepared to leave the room.

Suddenly, Lumian sensed something and retracted his right shoulder.

He felt like something was trying to shoot him.

But when he dodged away, there was no abnormality around him and it was quiet and silent.

White flames suddenly ignited on Lumian's body, expanding in a spherical shape and pushing out in all directions.

This only ignited the thing where the "abscessed hand" head was originally installed.

With his eyes blinded, Lumian didn't bother trying to figure out what had tried to tap his shoulder. Instead, he quickly determined his current position and the direction he was facing by recalling the previous battle.

Then he walked back to the door with steady steps and walked out, acting as if he could see every detail of the place.

Finally getting the head of the "abscessed hand" made Lumian feel a little more confident. Based on the three-dimensional map formed in his mind, he walked towards the bottom floor of the underground mausoleum which was crowded with puppets.

With layers of white bandages wrapped around his eyes, he sometimes turned right, sometimes walked forward, sometimes went down the stairs, and sometimes fumbled to open some heavy or simple doors.

He did not forget to use the ancient Hermetic language to activate the brass spell, learning with one ear and monitoring the movements around him with the other.

As he walked, a ball of fire suddenly condensed in Lumian's right palm and swung it to the front and side, turning it into a blazing straight sword.

It seemed like it hit something, but it seemed like just an illusion.

Lumian did not try to maintain the flaming sword, allowing it to go out, nor did he try to figure out whether what he had just encountered was real or just an overreaction caused by his high mental tension and loss of vision.

Although the knowledge he had mastered was not clearly stated, his previous experience allowed him to vaguely grasp a key point:
In the underground mausoleum, if you take something as real, it will most likely become real!

As long as there is no real danger to yourself, it is best to treat the potential danger as if it does not exist!

After walking up another flight of stairs, Lumian suddenly felt as if he was being watched by many people.

At this moment, he had the urge to tear off the bandage on his face and see what was going on.

Plop, a drop of cold liquid fell on the back of his left hand.

It was a little slimy, but Lumian didn't smell blood.

Click, click, click, the cold "water drops" became more and more numerous and more and more urgent, just like a sudden rain.

Inside the mausoleum, which was at least twenty or thirty meters above the ground, a "sudden rain" fell.

What the hell is going on here, and what does the surrounding area look like... The book only mentioned that there is a hall here, and that one can reach the exit by going straight, but it didn't give a detailed layout, nor did it say anything special about the hall... Lumian endured the "rain" and took a step forward with his right foot under the gaze of countless people.

Boom!
The sound of drums suddenly rang out, as if hitting Lumian's heart, making him feel like spitting out blood.

Boom boom boom!
The drumbeats became clearer and more intense.

Lumian also vaguely heard a thin, tickling low laugh.

(End of this chapter)