Chapter 729 The final story, the end of the cycle

Chapter 729 The final story, the end of the cycle

The sudden change made the whole church quiet down.

The villagers who had been kneeling on the ground praying for the change of constellations and the blessing of the gods raised their heads one by one to look at everything around them.

So disgusting!

Lumian shook his cheeks and shook off the black substance that had just hit his mouth. The strong stench rushed into his nose, making him dare not breathe through his nose, but his mouth was blocked by a cloth, which almost made him faint from nausea.

Why did the gods leave suddenly?

The parish priest looked at the exploded black thorn ring with a puzzled face. It was clear that the breath of the gods had appeared just now, and there was no doubt about this.

But why did the gods leave in such a hurry?

Was it because He had enjoyed the offerings tonight?

Or was He dissatisfied with the sacrifice tonight?

Yes, such a simple sacrifice certainly could not satisfy the appetite of the gods. He wanted a more grand sacrifice ceremony.

Trier, the capital of the Republic of Intis, was the most suitable target.

The parish priest felt that he had understood why the gods left suddenly. He put away his panic and stood up from the ground.

He sorted out his mood and smiled at the villagers: "The gods have heard our prayers. He will surely realize the most sincere wishes in each of our hearts. Now, let us continue this unfinished sacrifice."

The villagers who were obviously wrong echoed and restarted the sacrifice.

Lumian saw with his own eyes that Aurore was lifted up by an invisible force and flew to the top of the altar, facing him.

His eyes reflected Aurore's long golden hair, empty light blue eyes, holy and dull face, simple but strange robes.

Aurore...

Lumian's eyes widened and his whole body trembled. He ignored the marks of the ropes on his body and used his greatest strength to try to get rid of the bondage.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid to see Aurore die in front of him, even if he suffered a little!

At this moment, a sharp pain from the depths of his mind surged out, as if to pull Lumian's soul, spirit, life and everything else out of his body.

"Ah!"

Lumian suddenly burst out with great strength and bit off the cloth in his mouth, uttering an extremely painful scream. His chest was opening up little by little, and a silver-white light with black was cast out, falling on Aurore's body.

Hearing Lumian's painful voice, Aurore's eyes seemed to move slightly, and Lumian's face with bulging blood vessels, distorted expression, and silver-black hidden in her empty eyes was reflected.

She instinctively stretched out her hands and pushed Lumian out of the altar and out of danger.

Sister...

Lumian stared at this scene in a daze, feeling that all the pain disappeared in an instant, replaced by a sadness so strong that he couldn't cry.

Bang!

Lumian fell heavily to the ground, and the ropes that bound him until he bled completely broke under the push. He climbed up with his hands and feet, and stumbled towards the altar without caring about his life. Halfway, he was stopped by the black-robed man who looked exactly like him.

Seeing that the sacrificial ceremony had changed, the parish priest Guillaume hurriedly shortened the process and recited the subsequent prayer: "Great Ring of Fate, I pray to you."

"Pray for your grace."

"Pray for your grace to me..."

Before he finished reading, there were new changes around him.

The constellations in the sky trembled slightly, as if they were about to move in a certain direction and change their original positions.

At this time, the stars in the sky flickered, and the starlight shook slightly, and the entire constellation that was about to deviate stayed quietly in its original position.

But the ceremony continued, the silver-black light spread, and the villagers who were still looking forward to the future silently disintegrated into organs one by one, including eyeballs, mouths, noses, hearts, fingers, and simple flesh and blood...

A small number of these things spontaneously formed a mess of human-shaped flesh balls, and most of them rushed to the altar and flew towards Aurore.

Aurore!

Seeing this scene, Lumian fell into deep despair. He knocked away the black-robed man and staggered towards the altar, but an invisible shield blocked him outside the altar and prevented him from getting close.

Soon, Aurore merged with the flesh and blood organs of those villagers, twisting and squirming into a giant.

The giant was four or five meters tall, with three heads and six arms. His whole body was made up of pieces of flesh and blood, and fragments of organs. There were cracks everywhere on his body surface, and yellow pus flowed.

The head in the middle of the giant, full of pain and pity, looked at Lumian with difficulty, and a little transparent blood-red tears slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes.

At the same time, strands of silver-black light flowed along the giant towards Lumian.

Lumian, who witnessed this scene, felt his mind buzzing, as if he was split in half by an axe.

While Lumian was stunned, the black-robed man smiled sinisterly, turned into a ball of dark and filthy liquid, flew in front of him, and rushed into his left chest.

"Ah!"

Lumian once again let out a soul-tearing pain. In this unbearable pain, he seemed to see some memories that he had deliberately forgotten and suppressed in the past come back to his mind.

All the fragmented details and familiarity were reassembled to restore a reality he didn't want to face.

He had experienced this more than once, and this was the second time.

Aurore had already died in the first time loop, which was a reality he had never dared to remember and did not want to remember.

So he hid in the time loop of his dream, trying to find a way to save Aurore, but he failed again.

Once again, he saw Aurore sacrifice herself in front of him to protect him!

Lumian lay on his back on the ground, losing all his strength, looking at the dome of the church above his head and everything around him, which gradually broke, cracking inch by inch like a mirror.

He knew that he would return to reality and face the reality that he had always wanted to avoid and hide from.

Click.

There seemed to be footsteps approaching, walking to his side, looking down at him in a condescending posture.

Lumian was still lying on the ground, his eyelids did not even blink, his eyes were empty and staring at the sky that had returned to tranquility.

He remembered that Aurore liked to look at the starry sky on such a cool night, and she would pray devoutly to the great being she believed in and seek protection from Him.

But that great being did not protect Aurore!

"This starry sky is really boring." Lumian whispered silently in his heart.

"Is this the last story of Miss Muggle?" A voice with a hint of tears sounded.

"This has already happened, and it was like this before I came." Another mature female voice sounded.

"What is a dream, and what is real?" This time it was a man's voice.

It was the two strangers and the mysterious lady who gave him the tarot cards.

Lumian's eyes moved, as if some hope was rekindled.

He supported himself with one hand and quickly climbed up, looking at the mysterious lady in the orange dress with hope and pain.

"Aurore, Aurore, can't be saved?"

"A tiny hope."

"That means there is still hope!" Lumian was instantly excited, tears dripping down the corners of his eyes, "Quick, tell me, how can Aurore come back to life?"

"Look for a miracle."

"Where is the miracle?"

"When you find it, that's when the miracle appears."

"..."

Lumian buried his head, grabbed his hair with both hands, and whimpered in extreme pain.

Soon, he rekindled hope: "Can the great being you believe in give me such a miracle?"

"If He is willing." Fors glanced at Claude who was standing aside and watching the stars.

"I also believe in miracles, because I am a fortune teller." Claude smiled, then looked at Miss Frank who was still sad and crying with red eyes, pulled her away from here, and let Fors clean up the final mess alone.

"It seems that you are lucky." Fors said meaningfully.

"Haha, my luck... If it weren't for Aurore's sacrifice... I would rather let Aurore get such luck."

Fors did not correct the mistakes in Lumian's words, "If you want to get a miracle, it depends on your future efforts."

"I want to join you."

"Okay, this is also one of the reasons why I came here."

"What should I call you?"

Fors just left a magician tarot card and left quietly.