<h4>Chapter 861 Marauder?</h4>


    861 Marauder?


    As soon as Lumian exited his shadow creature state, he let out a grunt.


    Two beams of white light shot from his nostrils, flying towards Harrison, who had no time to dodge.


    Almost simultaneously, Lumian sensed a dense aura of death emanating from Harrison. His spirit abruptly contracted, transforming into a tiny, golden millet-like particle, hiding in the deepest void of his body, unreachable.


    The two beams of white light hit Harrison''s body, but it was like striking a piece of decayed wood or a lifeless corpse, producing no effect.


    Harrison turned swiftly towards Lumian, and his contracted spirit expanded instantly, filling his body once more.


    With this change, a root wrapped in white cloth swiftly formed in Harrison''s right palm.


    He swung this semi-illusory root at Lumian.


    The white cloth strips on the root fluttered gently, stirring up cries that were either mournful or wailing.


    They drilled into Lumian''s ears, causing him to falter just as he was about to change his position, unable to dodge in time.


    Smack!


    The root wrapped in white cloth struck Lumian''s body.


    His skin quickly turned pale, and a sense of death deepened rapidly.


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    Lumian''s body cracked like a mirror, shattering into dull fragments that fell to the ground.


    Immediately after, he reappeared at the side of the slope, shaking the mirror that held Franca.


    Franca understood his intention, immediately exiting the mirror with the burning white candle andnding not far from him.


    Lumian, with his other hand, reached into the Traveler''s Bag, took out the ck Tear essory, and tossed it to Franca.


    Here, there was no worry about the mystical gue attached to the ck Tear spreading, and the Demoness of Affliction could withstand the corresponding mystical pathogens for longer!


    Lumian even suspected that, due to the special nature of the Samaritan Woman''s Spring, the mystical pathogens created by the ck Tear would only survive for a limited time before perishing.


    As for what to do during that time, Lumian had already considered it-after throwing out the ck Tear essory, he quickly reached into the Traveler''s Bag again, grasping the hilt of the Sword of Courage.


    He intended to have the sword share half the damage and effects with him!


    Lumian wasn''t overly concerned about the excess courage issue:


    With Franca around, she would guide and correct the Warrior''s choices in a more subtle way that the Warrior would ept, like upying a better position, making the Warrior throw the sword to her for brief use, and then not catching it when it was thrown back, preventing both from being affected by the courage.


    As Franca put it, with an external brain, they could be bolder in using the Sword of Courage.


    Of course, this could only effectively reduce the influence of courage, notpletely avoid it.


    Harrison didn''t just stand by and watch Lumian and Franca prepare. He threw the root wrapped in white cloth towards them.


    The root rapidly became illusory in midair, disintegrating into intertwined pale and greenish light, merging into the darkness.


    Immediately, several translucent, eerie pale-white hands emerged from the ground beneath Lumian and Franca, cold and sinister, grasping at their ankles and calves.


    These seemed to induce some kind of paralysis.


    At the same time, Harrison''s mouth moved, chanting an incantation in a strangenguage.


    With a whoosh, zing-white mes ignited beside Lumian''s feet, bringing high temperatures to counter the chill, cold, and paralysis created by the pale-white hands.


    Franca, with the ck Tear essory wrapped around her wrist, silently let the eerie, quiet ck mes of the Demoness flow like water, engulfing the transparent hands trying to affect her, setting them aze.


    Lumian finally grasped the Sword of Courage, instantly bing fearless.


    He drew the iron-ck straight sword and shed forward.


    A huge fireball, zing white with a hint of blue, formed and shot straight at Harrison, whose ck hair was only a thinyer.


    Harrison, seeing this, did not move. He quickly finished thest two sentences of the incantation and pointed his right hand towards the Samaritan Woman''s Spring.


    Franca, just breaking free from the pale-white hands, finally deciphered what the enemy was chanting.


    One sentence was "Steal the secrets of heaven," and the other was unclear at the beginning, ending with "Swift as a decree, be driven."


    Below, at the Samaritan Woman''s Spring, the pale-white water began to bubble, reflecting a figure of a woman, serene as the night but rotting and oozing pus.


    The figure silently gazed at the outside world without any movement.


    But in front of Harrison, a simr yet more illusory and flickering figure appeared.


    As Lumian''s fireball-cleaved out from the Sword of Courage-approached this figure, it gradually dimmed, quickly bing illusory, and mostly vanished.


    The remaining bit exploded on the spot, forcing Harrison back two steps.


    Seeing this, Lumian didn''t hesitate to activate the residual aura of the Blood Emperor in his right palm.


    Want topete?


    Fine!


    Let''s see who can exert more influence on the Samaritan Woman''s Spring!


    Nothing to fear!


    Ssh!


    The pale-white water retreated into the dark, bottomless spring, and a sense of wild frenzy instantly descended.


    At that moment, whether it was Harrison, Lumian, or Franca, they all felt a shock to their minds and bodies, wanting to submit, temporarily losing their ability to think, their minds nk.


    The cold, rotting sensation in Lumian''s right palm emerged, suppressing the residual aura of the Blood Emperor.


    The frenzied, violent feeling from the spring quickly receded.


    Lumian was the first to regain his thoughts. He raised the iron-ck Sword of Courage and rushed to Harrison, shing at his head.


    Bang!


    Amidst the sound of an explosion and scattered mes, Harrison''s body reverted to a sinister, deathly paper figurine.


    The paper figurine lightly adhered to the de of the Sword of Courage, torn to pieces by the violent shockwaves and set aze by the white-blue mes.


    Multiple simr paper figurines appeared around Lumian, all exuding a sinister, pale, deathly aura, with facial features painted in a horrifying and maliciously humorous manner.


    The next second, ck mes flew from Franca,nding on these paper figurines, burning the spirituality and mysticism that sustained them.


    In the blink of an eye, these sinister paper figurines fell in a series of wailing cries, turning to ashes.


    "Harrison has fled!" Franca judged quickly after a nce.


    Lumian, holding the Sword of Courage, sprinted up the slope, chasing to the edge of the gray fog.


    The fog swayed gently, seemingly indicating that the enemy had just escaped.


    Lumian was about to pursue when Franca''s voice reached his ears, "Let''s switch Sealed Artifacts; mine is almost at its limit."


    Lumian, undeterred by the ck Tear''s negative effects, immediately threw the Sword of Courage over.


    As soon as the iron-ck straight sword left his hand, rationality and rity reimed his mind:


    Almost forgot that Franca can''t leave the gray fog...


    If I go out alone, even if I catch up with Harrison, without an external brain and a pre-nned strategy, the Sword of Courage would be my biggest problem...


    Franca, though eager to catch Harrison, remained rational enough to quickly analyze the situation and make an urate judgment...


    Once Lumian caught the ck Tear, he immediately ced it back in its isted space within the Traveler''s Bag, then, with Franca''s help, stored the Sword of Courage as well.


    He then pulled Franca through the gray fog, returning to the slope leading to the ancient burial chamber.


    As Lumian used his Hunter tracking abilities to search for Harrison, Franca employed divination methods for clues.


    But after leaving therge burial chamber housing the Samaritan Woman''s Spring, the visitor from Resurrection Indpletely disappeared and managed to thwart their divination.


    They stopped at the Krismona Night Pir on the third level, exchanging nces.


    Franca''ske-blue eyes revealed undisguised disappointment and regret. She sighed. "If I had known, I would have called Jenna to ambush him outside the chamber."


    Lumianforted Franca, "Given Harrison''s disyed strength, we should be d Jenna wasn''t outside alone. She could have been discovered, attacked, and might not havested until we left the Samaritan Woman''s Spring."


    "That''s true..." Franca sighed deeply.


    Holding the white candle, she nced around and tranted the two lines of incantation for Lumian.


    As Lumian lit a new candle, he pondered aloud, "Steal the secrets of heaven... He tried to steal my Traveler''s Bag... Did he sense valuable items and thus saw through my concealment?


    "It seems Harrison is more like a Beyonder of the Marauder pathway, yet he clearly uses powers of the Death pathway, and quite powerful ones at that.


    "The Marauders we''ve encountered before, even at Sequence 5 Dream Stealer, didn''t show such capabilities, and Harrison obviouslycks godhood... A boost from the Celestial Worthy''s mark?"


    Franca thoughtfully said, "After the Demoness of ck told me the Primordial One can modify the abilities of different Sequences in the Demoness pathway to some extent, I wrote to Madam Judgment about it. She said it''s not only true gods who can do such things; certain Kings of Angels can too. Amon, for instance, once altered the mystical knowledge and some abilities acquired in different Sequences of the Marauder pathway.


    "Is Harrison exhibiting the original, full version?"


    "That might be a reason, but I think some of his actions just now have surpassed Sequence 5. Even a full version Dream Stealer shouldn''t manage that... The Resurrection Ind''s method of utilizing power and its manifestation differ significantly from the paths of the divine?" Lumian pondered aloud.