Ring of Fate

Chapter 902 Hunting in a Dream (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last two days)

When Lumian saw the bear-like shadow, he relied on his spiritual intuition to determine that it was the Black Dream Tapir.

He immediately drew out the "Sword of Courage" and jumped down from the top of the cliff under the shining red moon in the dream. The hood attached to his cloak flipped up, revealing his long black hair, delicate face, and light blue and deep eyes.

Boom!

The blazing white and blue flames pinned the black bear-like shadow to the ground, blasting it into pieces.

The shadow fragments moved quickly and reassembled into the shape of a tapir in the distance.

This is not a real dream. Most of the damage is impossible to be reflected on the body, so it cannot cause direct death. At most, it will cause mental damage and turn the person into a vegetable!
The bear-like Black Nightmare Tapir turned towards Lumian and growled softly.

As the roar progressed, the scene around Lumian changed from the primeval forest at the bottom of the cliff to the village of Cordu under the blue sky and white clouds and near the green grassland.

Lumian returned to the old tavern, with a glass of absinthe floating in a dreamy green color in front of him, and Guillaume and Pierre sitting around him.

They were telling crude jokes and slandering people from other villages.

The familiar aroma of wine pierced Lumian's nose. Auror's house was magically reflected outside the window of the old tavern. A figure in a blue light dress and thick blonde hair was sitting on the roof with her knees hugged, looking up at the sky.

One of the Black Dream Tapir's abilities is to use the emotions it absorbs, such as happiness, joy, and pleasure, to make the target fall into the beautiful scene that he misses the most, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.

Seeing the female figure holding the huge iron-black sword standing still, the Black Dream Tapir got on all fours and ran over.

It wants to eat up this scene and the good emotions that the other party has as a result.

At this moment, it felt as if something was burning behind it and turned its body subconsciously.

It saw another Lumian, a Lumian with invisible anger burning in his eyes and his sword covered in blazing black flames.

Lumian, who was obsessed with the past of Cordu Village, quickly disappeared, leaving only a mirror.

Lumian raised the "Sword of Courage" burning with the "Flame of Destruction" and split the Black Dream Tapir into two pieces from top to bottom.

Knowing clearly that he could never return to the life in Koldu Village, the more he missed that beautiful life, the more he felt irritated, his heart ached, and his anger surged!

In the slight explosion, black flames that suppressed madness and violence attached to the two shadows of the Black Dream Tapir, constantly burning them and making them noticeably lighter.

The shadow of the Black Dream Tapir came together again a few dozen meters away, but it was much weaker than before. Lumian's "Flame of Destruction" seemed to have really hurt the part of its consciousness that had infiltrated this dream.

Fear emerged in the eyes of this spiritual creature. It stood up quickly, its dark eyes dyed blood red.

It uses dreams to transform itself into one of the most terrifying and feared images in the target's dream, so as to shock the other party and create an opportunity for its own consciousness to escape from the dream and return to the spiritual world smoothly.

In just a blink of an eye, the body of the black dream tapir swelled to an abnormally tall size, and it exuded an extremely crazy, extremely cruel, extremely bloody, and extremely violent aura.

It also created a nearly invisible flame.

The next second, the black dream tapir itself let out a scream of extreme fear and pain.

It was ignited by the invisible fire it created, and its body was filled with the terrifying aura it imitated, almost losing itself.

Seeing this scene, Lumian was stunned for a moment, then he raised the corners of his mouth and laughed softly:
"How can it be so easy to fake an image that can frighten and scare me?"

Can you imitate the “Blood Emperor”?
Imitating the true God means inevitable backlash!

The black tapir was rolling in pain in his dream, but he could not extinguish the invisible flame that was burning him.

It escaped from the dream with great difficulty. Lumian did not stop it, but activated the black mark on his right shoulder and followed it to the spirit world.

The owner of the dream, Kewell, saw in the form of corpse pieces the girl carrying the falling red moon on her back who killed the bear-like shadow monster twice in succession and completely ignited it. Gradually, he was no longer so frightened and afraid.

He stared blankly at the plain and clean profile, at the slightly pursed pink lips, at the bright face that was completely different from the huge sword he was using, and felt as if he was dreaming.

No, this is really a dream.

Lumian chased it to a place in the spirit world and saw that the Black Dream Tapir's body had already started to burn. Its painful howls made the strange creatures around it choose to stay away.

Lumian watched quietly, and flicked a black flame that bound the rage and heat, letting it fall on the black dream tapir.

In just a few seconds, the spiritual creature was burned up and turned into a little black powder.

Lumian stretched out his palm and caught the powder.

…………

In the Observatory area, in the apartment that Lumian rented for Lugano and Ludwig.

The little boy, wearing a children's suit and a small bow tie, poured nearly 100 milliliters of Lilangqi into the cup, and then added ingredients such as black dream tapir powder, lemon juice, ice cubes, and a kind of sugar wine.

In the end, the full glass of liquor had a golden base, with a tangled mixture of green and black, which looked quite beautiful.

"Wow, this is a wine that makes me want to drink it." Franka exclaimed with anticipation.

She sat close to Lumian, and on Lumian's other side was Janna.

Ludwig suddenly picked up the "cocktail" and hid it behind his back.

He said very firmly:

"Only enough for two people!"

"You and Anthony drink." Lumian made the decision directly.

While Franca was slightly disappointed, Ludwig smiled and took another glass, poured nearly half of the "cocktail" into it, and handed it to Anthony:
"This cocktail is called 'Color of Dreams'.

"It takes one minute to take effect after drinking it."

When Anthony took over the "Color of Dreams", Ludwig gulped down the portion in his hand.

Franka deliberately said:
"Isn't it bad for him to drink strong liquor at such a young age? He needs to be properly educated."

Her test paper was ready, and she was just waiting for Anthony to be promoted and "test" Ludwig.

While Ludwig shuddered inexplicably, Anthony adjusted his state and drank the cup of "Color of Dreams".

It is both bitter and sweet, strong and soft, igniting the esophagus, mouth and stomach while bringing an intoxicating feeling.

This is the dream.

While waiting for the "Color of Dreams" to take effect, Anthony mixed the potion.

Franca took the opportunity to say to Lumian and Janna:

“The leader of the Emperor’s Party is a man named Louis. He claims to be of Gustav family descent and a descendant of Emperor Roselle.

“According to Nissia’s intelligence, some core members of the Emperor’s Party felt that after that day’s Whirlpool incident, Louis Gustav became a little weird, more mysterious and more majestic.

“He is secretly planning something, and only a handful of his confidants in the entire Emperor’s Party know what it is.

"Nicea has a strong desire to express herself and take revenge on society. She took the initiative to contact one of Louis Gustave's confidants. I plan to ask 007 to cooperate and create an opportunity for her..."

Louis is also a common name in Trier and Innis, just like Pierre, Guillaume, etc.

Lumian nodded slightly, but before he could say anything, Anthony prepared the potion and drank the dark liquid dotted with grayish-white light.

The flavor of "Dream Walker" is very similar to "Colors of Dreams", both are complex and confusing, and contain a lot.

Lumian and the others said nothing more, and looked at Anthony intently to prevent any accidents.

They saw that their teammate's face was sometimes covered with gray scales and sometimes turned bloodless, as if his soul had left his body, and his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he had lost his self-consciousness.

After a while, Anthony's eyes first became dim, and then they lit up.

"It worked." Anthony said, rarely showing his emotions. "The feeling of looking down at the world and everyone's dreams is really addictive. I almost didn't want to wake up."

After sighing, he calmed down and briefly talked about the ability of the "Dream Walker" potion:

"I can directly see the appearance of the spiritual world, the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, and can 'guide' the target step by step through the changes in dreams to reveal the secrets in the heart...

"I can also use the 'modification' of dreams to influence the target little by little, making him do things he wouldn't do otherwise. This is equivalent to a softer, more covert 'hypnosis' that is less likely to be detected by higher-level targets. It just takes a long time to complete...

"I can now directly enter dreams, hide in dreams, and jump from one dream to another, but the distance between two dreams cannot exceed 500 meters..."

"A form of 'teleportation' whose use is limited by environment and distance." Lumian commented simply.

Anthony nodded:
"It's called 'Dream Shuttle', and it takes very little spiritual effort on me."

Lumian smiled, stood up and said:

"Now, every member of our team is at Sequence 5 or above."

…………

A few days later, Anthony went to work at the Green Tree Clinic as usual.

It was almost noon when the nurse brought in a patient.

That was Kewell, a young man with political aspirations who was currently serving the National Convention as a staff member.

"Dr. Reid, I've been feeling much better lately. I haven't had nightmares for several days." Kewell said to Anthony happily.

He still trusted Anthony very much. After all, this psychiatrist had indeed helped his condition improve before.

"This is your own victory, you have passed that stage." Anthony congratulated the other party without any abnormality.

Kewell touched his golden temples and said hesitantly:

“My condition improved four days ago. That night, I had a nightmare again. In the dream, a girl came under the shining of a huge red moon and saved me.

"She is the most beautiful and elegant girl I have ever seen, but my memory of that dream is becoming increasingly vague. Mr. Reid, can you find a way for me to remember her forever and not forget her? Or, can you let me draw her? Maybe, in reality, there is a beautiful girl like her..."

Anthony looked at Kewell and said carefully:

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with this matter. Being obsessed with dreams will push you to another extreme. As your psychiatrist, I can't push you into the abyss. I have to tell you that it is an illusion that you cannot touch."

Kewell was silent for a while, then heaved a sigh of disappointment:
"Ok."

…………

Observatory area, Left Street.

Lumian stood by the window in his apartment alone, thinking about what he should do next:

"The treasure vault of the Blue Avenger... but Mr. Hanged Man only agreed to let me explore it once...

"Go to Bansi Harbor and find the place where the problem might be. Use the corpse oil candle..."

As soon as Lumian thought of this, he instinctively turned half his body and saw the "Magician" lady appear accompanied by starlight.

The holder of the Major Arcana smiled and said:

"You should be able to collect your reward today. I'll take you to a place."

PS: I’m asking for monthly tickets in the last two days~

(End of this chapter)