MTL - Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability-Chapter 22 layout
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In the faint gray fog, Lumian woke up.
He immediately turned over and got out of bed, went straight to the window, and looked out.
The mountain, made of brown-red stones and reddish-brown soil, stood quietly on the wilderness as usual.
Although it is only twenty or thirty meters high, it gives people a feeling of inserting into the clouds and connecting to the sky, so that Lumian subconsciously used the word "mountain" to describe it.
At its feet, the collapsed buildings in various states form a circle on the wilderness, layer by layer.
"From the perspective of body structure, the monster with the shotgun must be good at running and jumping. It also has a certain IQ and can use a relatively complicated weapon like a shotgun...
"It has very strong tracking capabilities...
"Not sure if it has some supernatural abilities like Aurora...
"..."
Various details about the target emerged in Lumian's mind.
He preliminarily judged that if he really wanted to confront the monster with the shotgun head-on, the probability of himself being killed was as high as 90%. If he tried to use the special features of his body, he would die faster, because once he entered meditation, he would be able to Put yourself on the verge of death, and the opponent can complete the harvest with a simple blow.
In addition to being unable to confront directly, sneak attacks and assassinations are not within the scope of Lumian's consideration - this is based on the tracking ability shown by the opponent. He may not be able to truly hide his figure, so he will not be able to sneak attack. Second, he Without long-range weapons, even if you just give him a revolver, he won't be in such a difficult situation now.
In the past two days, Lumian has repeatedly thought about how to deal with that monster, and finally he can only think of one way:
Use the trap!
He had gone into the mountains with the village hunters, learned how to set some simple traps, and then mastered the skills in a few mischief.
Lumian originally wanted to use the oil at home, for example, put them in a large barrel without a cover, put it in a hidden high place, tie it with a rope, and when the target came, he immediately pulled the rope to let the barrel Pour over, pouring oil all over the opponent, and then take the opportunity to throw a lit torch over.
But under consideration, he gave up this idea again.
On the premise that the monster showed a strong tracking ability, its sense of smell must be fully overestimated!
The smell of oil is quite noticeable.
And if he uses other strong smells to cover up, Lumian is not sure whether the other party will change his strategy, whether he will be able to distinguish even subtle mistakes like a wild dog.
In the end, he chose to dig a deep pit and bury the piles.
This also has certain problems: with the tracking ability shown by that monster, it has a high probability of detecting abnormalities in advance and seeing through traps.
Lumian's response is to find ways to lower its defensiveness and make good use of its misunderstandings.
To put it simply, he can only hope that he can suppress the opponent in terms of IQ, and make good use of the greatest advantage of being a human being when the weapons are not as good as the target.
"At least from the last time I saw it, it has a certain IQ but not too high..." Lumian comforted himself in his heart.
Of course, he would not underestimate that monster because of this, and he planned to put the opponent's IQ at the level of a normal person to plan.
The target is Ponce Bene.
"No, that guy is too stupid. If he didn't have so many thugs, I would have made him kneel down and call Dad a long time ago." Lumian thought for a while, and cautiously raised his expectations for the monster, "Well, according to Treated by an uneducated parish priest."
He looked out of the window again, and his gaze stayed on the wilderness between his home and the ruins.
This place is closer to the "safety zone", which is the safest for him, but it lacks shelter and has a clear view, so it is really not suitable for "ambush".
"It's okay to dig a trap. If you can use yourself as a bait, the other party will be able to see you from a distance, shoot you directly, and won't come over at all..." Lumian muttered a few words, and decided to venture into the ruins and find a suitable person there. Place traps.
The plan that already had a draft quickly took shape in his mind, and there was only one last point to be confirmed:
It takes a lot of time to dig deep pits and bury sharp piles, and Lumian can't order the other party to wait until he is done.
After thinking about it, Lumian opened his arms and made a gesture of "embracing the sun", praying more devoutly than ever before:
"My God, my father, please bless me to deal with that monster.
"Praise the sun!"
It is impossible to be 100% sure about most of the things in the world. Lumian no longer hesitated, carried the steel fork and axe, and left the bedroom and entered the study.
Considering the target's weaponry, he decided to replace the "protective gear".
Lumian took off his cotton coat, and tied the hardcover books to his chest and back with ropes.
This is homemade "paper armor"!
Vaguely, he remembered that his sister once said that he might suffer some internal injuries, but now he can't take care of that much anymore.
Lumian moved his body and confirmed that the current number of books would not affect his battle too much.
He put on the outer leather jacket again, and made his way down to the ground floor, rummaging for materials he might need to set up the trap:
Not long after, he had an extra shovel in his hand, and a bundle of ropes around his waist—one was for climbing, and the other was for making rope nets instead of branches.
After completing the preparations, Lumian took a deep breath and opened the door with his right hand holding the iron axe.
A faint gray mist filled the wilderness, and he walked step by step towards the mountain that seemed to be stained with blood.
In the dead silence, Lumian reached the edge of the ruins.
He first walked sideways for a certain distance, threw the shovel, steel fork, rope and other things into a dark corner of a collapsed building, and then returned to the place where he entered the ruins with only an axe.
He started exploring without any abnormality, and slowly sneaked into the ruins as last time.
When he got to the place where he was frightened by the three-faced monster, he stayed for nearly a minute before turning back.
Halfway there, he started to make a detour, heading for the collapsed house where the shovels and steel forks were stored.
As he approached his destination, Lumian began to observe the terrain, looking for a suitable place to set a trap.
"There is a relatively wide and not long crack here. A little modification is a good trap, and it can save me a lot of time. It's another one. It may take a long time. I can only hope that monster won't follow it so quickly..."
Lumian took the shovel and other things, turned back to the position in the pick, and quickly set up the trap.
After the initial reconstruction of the crack itself, he cut off and sharpened a piece of wood with an axe, and placed them at the bottom of the trap. Then, he wove a rope net, spread it on the trap, and then covered a layer of floating soil to make it as close as possible to the surrounding area. unanimous.
After completing this task, he pretended to be a monster and followed him to the trap.
"If it can detect this trap, it will definitely choose to bypass it, or even jump directly, and it will probably reach this position...
"What I need is that it can see me as soon as it arrives here, but it couldn't see me before, so I can only hide here..." Lumian measured the distance with his feet, identified the direction with his eyes, and slowly came to a road that was still on the road. Beside the intact wall.
He crouched there and checked his line of sight.
Then he started digging a second trap.
Here's the layout for "normal humans":
When a person is tracking the target and finds that the other party has set a trap for him, and he easily detects it and finds the enemy ambushing right next to him, he will probably be very proud and anxious, ignoring the possibility of a second trap. Roaring and rushing towards its prey.
Ordinary IQ is prone to such misunderstandings or blind spots.
Lumian only hoped that the monster would not reach the average IQ of a human being, otherwise he would have to turn around and run away, with a high probability of being caught up and dying somewhere in the wilderness, and a small probability of escaping back to his home and hiding in the "safe zone".
The anomaly in Kordu village forced him to risk his life.
As time passed, Lumian finally set up the second trap, but the monster with the shotgun hadn't appeared yet.
The same goes for other monsters.
He was finally able to feel at ease. After hiding the shovel and other items, he stood up straight and opened his arms.
"Praise the sun!" This time, he was more sincere.
Lumian then shrank back to the wall, squatted on the ground, and stared at the first trap.
It was impossible to see this side from where he had just come from, because a building that had collapsed completely blocked the view.
He waited patiently.
Plop, plop, plop... Lumian clearly felt his heart beating faster.
For him, this is an unprecedented experience.
When wandering, he also faced "enemies" who were older than him and stronger than himself, but they didn't aim to kill each other, but mainly to rob food, money and a suitable place to sleep. Even if someone really died during this process, it was still an accident.
But now, the enemy he is about to meet is a monster who will not abide by human laws and morals, and is far stronger than him, and may even have a small amount of extraordinary ability. Once the plan goes wrong, his end can be imagined.
Plop, plop, plop... Lumian's unavoidable high tension.
No one doesn't want to live a good life, and he is no exception.
Inhale, exhale...inhale, exhale...
Lumian took a deep breath to adjust his tense spirit.
And that doesn't seem to be working very well.
For a moment, he hoped that the monster would come sooner, but also feared that it would come.
The former is because it can make the matter end sooner. In this way, no matter whether the result is good or bad, at least Lumian will not be so nervous and about to collapse as he is now, while the latter is purely a fear.
Seeing that his condition would get worse and worse, he tried to meditate while telling himself "this is to not drag Auror down".
The crimson sun was harder to draw than ever, but with Lumian's efforts, it finally emerged.
This also calmed Lumian a lot, but his body still trembled a little.
At this moment, he heard a slight movement.
It was as if there was a meadow out of sight of his eyes, and some shepherd was approaching softly.
