Mystery: The Stars Returner

The sudden change caused the entire church to become quiet.

The villagers who were kneeling on the ground praying for changes in the constellations and blessings from the gods raised their heads one by one and looked at everything around them.

So disgusting!

Lumian shook his cheeks and shook away the black substance that hit his mouth. The strong stench went straight to his nose, making him dare not breathe through his nose, but his mouth was blocked by a ball of cloth. , which almost made him faint from nausea.

Why did the spirit suddenly leave?

The priest looked at the exploded black ring of thorns with a puzzled face. It was clear that the aura of the gods had indeed appeared just now. This was absolutely unmistakable.

But why did the gods leave in such a hurry?

Is it because He has finished enjoying tonight’s offering?

Or is he dissatisfied with the level of sacrifice he made tonight?

Also, of course such a simple sacrifice cannot satisfy the god's appetite. He wants a more grand sacrificial ceremony.

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

The priest felt that he already understood the reason why the gods suddenly left. He put away his anxious speculations and stood up from the ground.

After sorting out his mood, he smiled at the villagers and said, "The gods have heard our prayers. He will surely fulfill the most simple wishes in each of our hearts. Now, let us continue this unfinished sacrifice."

It was obvious that something was wrong with the villagers. They all agreed and restarted the sacrificial session.

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

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

Aurore...

Lumian's eyes widened and his whole body trembled. He ignored the marks of the rope on his body and tried his best to get rid of the bonds.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of seeing Aurore die in front of him, even if he suffers a little bit!

At this moment, a severe pain originated from the depths of his mind, rushing out, as if Lumian's soul, spirit, life, and everything else were being pulled out of his body.

"what!"

With a sudden burst of great strength, Lumian bit the cloth in his mouth and let out an extremely painful scream. His chest was opening little by little, and a silvery white and black light came out and fell on Aurore.

Hearing Lumian's painful voice, Aurore's eyes seemed to move slightly, and the hollow eyes reflected Lumian's protruding blood vessels, distorted expression, and silver-dark face.

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

elder sister……

Lumian stared at this scene blankly, feeling that all the pain disappeared in an instant, replaced by sadness that was too intense to cry.

boom!

Lumian fell heavily to the ground, and the ropes that bound him until he bled were completely shattered by the push just now. He climbed up on his hands and feet and stumbled towards the altar at the risk of his life. On the way, he was stopped by the man who was exactly the same as him. The man in black robe stopped.

Seeing the changes in the sacrificial ceremony, the parish priest Guillaume hurriedly shortened the process and read out the subsequent prayer: "O great circle of destiny, I pray to you."

“I pray for your grace.”

"I beg you to grant me..."

Before he could finish reciting, there were new changes around him.

The constellations high in the sky trembled slightly, as if they were moving in a certain direction and changing their original positions.

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

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

A small number of these things spontaneously formed into messy humanoid meatballs, and most of them rushed towards 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, preventing him from getting close.

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

The giant was four to five meters tall, with three heads and six arms. The whole body was made up of pieces of flesh and blood and organ fragments. There were cracks everywhere on the body and yellow pus was flowing.

The head in the center of the giant, filled with pain and pity, looked hard at Lumian, with a few transparent bloody tears slowly falling from the corners of his eyes.

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

After witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Lumian's mind suddenly buzzed, and his whole body felt as if he had been split in half with a sharp axe.

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

"what!"

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

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

He has experienced something like this more than once, this is the second time.

Aurore has been sacrificed in the first time loop, which is a reality that he has never dared or wanted to remember.

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

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

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

He knew that he was about to return to reality, and it was time to face the reality that he had always wanted to avoid and hide.

Kaka.

There seemed to be footsteps approaching, and he walked to his side, looking down at himself in a condescending posture.

Lumian was still lying on the ground, his eyelids not even blinking, his eyes staring blankly at the sky that had returned to tranquility.

He remembered that Aurore loved to look at the starry sky on nights with cool breeze. She would pray devoutly to the great existence she believed in and seek protection from Him.

But that great existence didn't protect Aurore!

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

"Is this the last story of Miss Muggle?" A slightly crying voice sounded.

"This has already happened, even before I arrived." Another mature female voice sounded.

"What is a dream and what is reality?" This time it was a man's voice that spoke.

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

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

He stood on the ground with one hand and quickly got up, looking at the mysterious lady in an orange dress with hope and pain in his eyes.

"Aurore, Aurore, can't we save her?"

"Miscellaneous hope."

"That means there is still hope!" Lumian became excited instantly, tears falling from the corners of his eyes. "Quickly, tell me quickly, how can you make Aurore come back to life?"

"Look for miracles."

"Where's the miracle?"

"When you find it, that's when the magic happens."

"..."

Lumian buried his head, holding his hair with both hands, whimpering in extreme pain.

Soon, he ignited hope again: "Can the great existence you believe in grant me such a miracle?"

"If He is willing." Forsi glanced at Claude who was standing aside watching the starry sky.

"I also believe in miracles, because I am a fortune teller." Claude said with a smile, then looked at Miss Frank, who was still sad and her eyes were red from crying, and pulled her away from here, leaving Forsi alone. Come and clean up this final mess.

"It seems like you're pretty lucky." Fors said thoughtfully.

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

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

"I want to join you."

"Okay, that's one of the reasons why I'm here."

"What should I call you?"

Forsi just left a magician's tarot card and left quietly.