Chapter 571 End
Listening to the majestic and epic hymns and symphonies ringing in his ears, and looking at the young man in red standing high in the sky under the lightning and thundering night, Pablo actually felt an inexplicable sense of awe.
But he quickly got rid of this emotion in his heart, and grinned on his face covered in oil paint.
Instead of flinching, he was quite excited.
"Saint Red Sage" Gilan Ilos clearly has the status of an apostle just like him, and at the same time possesses extraordinary strength.
Pablo intuitively felt this after he was forced into this field and witnessed the tragic situation of Gabriel, the "cup doctor".
But He was not afraid at all.
As the April Apostle, his own strength is not weak. In addition, he is very neurotic by nature, even crazy, and it is difficult to have the emotion of fear.
"Interesting! Interesting!!"
Pablo said to himself.
There was already a bone carving paintbrush in his hand, and the brush head woven with the virgin's hair was shaking in front of him, and it was actually stained with thick blood as oil paint.
Without warning he began to paint.
His eyes were filled with colorful light spots, reflecting the figure in the air, as if he was trying his best to observe. With just a few brushstrokes, he copied a portrait on the spot, and it was none other than Ji Lan.
The portrait painted with blood is exactly the same as the young man in red clothes, which is quite appropriate for the scene.
This is not the first time He has used this method.
Use spiritual copying techniques to copy paintings, and then destroy the paintings to cause equal damage to the target.
It's just that last time, He just sent out another self, and the power was less than one percent of the original body. But now he is taking action personally, confident that he can shoot down the "Red Sage" from mid-air.
"Excellent masterpiece!"
Pablo chuckled and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood paint on the brush.
Then he raised his crazy eyes and stared directly into the sky.
"You are the best model I have ever seen, Guillain Iros. Instead of trying to stop you, you remain still and let me paint... You are overconfident."
Smiling, Pablo suddenly waved his hand.
Snap!
The bone carving brush roughly wiped the head of the painting in front of him, splitting the figure's face into two, and distorting it into a human-like shape.
"Death." He sneered.
Wow——
Just heard a strange sound.
Some invisible force quietly works.
The young man in red clothes hovering high in the sky tilted his head without warning, and a scarlet blurred track passed horizontally across his cheek and almost passed his head.
"?!"
Pablo froze on the spot.
This strange scene even made him doubt his life.
"Escape...how could you escape!"
"Impossible! Impossible!!"
He shook his head like crazy.
"This is a painting that is driven by the law and locks in spirituality. It will never fail!"
"..."
Ji Lan slowly straightened his head, his face expressionless.
He didn't bother to explain to the other party that his ability to "cheat" the essence was amplified by the fictional power of the "Law of Bubbles" and turned into conceptual power.
Script hanging is a wasted reputation.
All attacks that fail to reach Jilan's level will be evaded, even if they have locked onto him.
"A sure hit?"
Jilan said calmly.
He picked up the white cane and pointed it slightly downward.
Crack!
I saw a fist-sized, extremely condensed silver-white light ball emerging from the top of the staff handle. A beam of silver lightning as thick as an arm shot out from it, twisting and falling straight down in an irregular trajectory.
With this flash of lightning appeared.
The night seemed to have lost its color, and the sky and the earth were dyed with a silvery luster.
The terrifying power was overwhelming. No matter how crazy Pablo was, he knew not to force it. His eyes changed slightly, and he quickly raised his hand and waved in front of him. The brush circled in a half arc, drawing a bloody arch.
He took a step forward and hid behind the door.
But the next second.
A scream echoed throughout the open-air stone palace.
Bang! !
Pablo appeared from the foggy wall at the edge of the stone hall in the opposite direction, staggered out of the scarlet arch, and fell to the ground with a splash.
He looked miserable, with dark scorch marks all over his body, smoke rising from his body, and a hole in his chest that penetrated his heart.
He lay in a pool of blood, trembling all over.
His expression was twisted in pain.
Pablo's pupils shrank a little, and his heart was filled with disbelief.
He had obviously escaped to another dimension through the painted door, but he was still struck by silver lightning.
It seemed that no matter where he fled, it was of no avail.
Moreover, he could not penetrate the fog wall in this area at all. Even if he escaped to another space, he was still trapped and died within the fog wall.
This cage-like realm made Pablo feel suffocated for the first time... and the silver lightning that the opponent was sure to hit made him even more confused.
Wow.
He endured the stinging pain all over his body, especially the pain of his heart being destroyed, and struggled to get up from the pool of blood.
In his sight, the red line of his own entry "Triangle Jazz Pablo" has dropped to one-third. He was seriously injured after only being struck by lightning.
With trembling hands, Pablo quickly drew a picture of a heart with a brush. Then he reached out and grabbed the oil paint heart and stuffed it into his chest, filling the gap.
But his health bar was only restored to half.
The other half was plunged into darkness, wrapped and locked in thorn-like patterns, and seemed unable to recover... Pablo understood that the silver lightning emitted by the "Red Sage" had caused irreversible damage to him.
This damage even disrupted His control of the crown, causing his strength to be reduced.
"This guy's power is only at the apostle level?"
Pablo's breath hitched.
He clearly felt that the other party did not use all his strength.
But even so, it was difficult for him to resist.
At this time, Pablo turned his head and glanced at Gabriel, the "cup doctor" not far away... This angel with broken wings was on the verge of death, lying on the ground looking helpless, eyes closed, Drenched in the rain, panting weakly.
Seeing this, he took a deep breath.
He came to support him, but he didn't expect to be trapped in the opponent's strange territory. The enemy's strength far exceeds expectations. If we don't fight hard, we may really have to deal with it here.
Pablo's eyes narrowed and he murmured in a hissing voice:
"Burn..."
He felt his own strong emotions of depression, frustration, anger, etc., and expanded them infinitely with the law.
Painting uses color to express emotions and thoughts, which is the pinnacle of human art. As the apostle of April, what "Sir Triangle" symbolizes is the field of painting.
Bear! ! !
I saw colorful flames igniting all over his body, distorting the field of vision around him, forming the illusion of depression and collapse. This is the fire of his emotions, realized in the form of oil paint.
The law controlled by "Miss Elegy" in April Sichen is called "Soul Law". All factors that attract emotions and all powers that penetrate the soul can be affected by this law.
Pablo wrote angrily, and in just a few seconds, using the mid-air in front of him as a canvas, he painted a pale white carved door.
"There are many secret doors growing in the art garden. They are all locked, but 'Miss Elegy' will open one of them for me at this moment."
He slowly chanted the ancient language.
"Pablo will hold his hands with devotion and wait quietly on the other side of the door."
After saying this, he moved the brush forward a little.
The seven-colored flames burning on his body followed his arms, fingers and paintbrush, and finally stained the pale door, forming a ball-shaped doorknob like bone and jade.
Click.
The doorknob turns and is about to be pushed open from the inside.
It seemed like something was coming out from behind the door.
Ji Lan stood in the air and watched coldly.
He instantly realized what Pablo was trying to do.
This guy seemed to have paid a high price, burning his emotions and spirituality, using the law as a medium to try to open a bridge and summon the "Miss Elegy" of April Sichen to appear.
Although Ji Lan is extremely confident in his own strength and can crush any apostle, he is not sure yet when facing the 10th level Si Chen who is a true god.
Seeing this, he waved the "Philosopher's Staff" in his hand, pointed it at the pale door painted below, and said coldly: "Rule patch: During the game, no foreign aid is allowed."
Following Jilan's order, within the area of the "Heart Tower Desperate Situation", the surrounding fog walls suddenly began to squirm, releasing streams of gray mist, wrapping the pale door.
At this moment, the door has been pushed open a crack.
A beautiful female voice came from the other side, and there seemed to be countless male and female voices accompanying it. The content of the chant is vague, but it gives people a sense of insignificance.
The moment Ji Lan heard the singing, chills stood up all over her body, as if a disaster was coming.
Fortunately, the gray mist enveloped the Pale Gate in time.
The two forces were competing, and the door panel trembled slightly, and they were stalemate there... In the end, the outside forces that had not had time to intervene were finally defeated by Gillan, who had the home field advantage.
The pale door slammed shut.
Immediately, like a wax statue in high temperature, the door melted and dripped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pool of pale white oil paint.
Pablo was stunned at first, and then his face showed shock.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man in red clothes in mid-air, opened his mouth, but made no sound.
"Saint Red Sage" Ji Lan was able to forcefully reverse Si Chen's advent ceremony and shut out "Miss Elegy"!
But what Pablo doesn’t know is...
At this moment.
In a dilapidated auditorium filled with pale flowers, a lady wearing a black lace dress, a small hat, and a veil covering her eyes was standing at the door holding a bouquet of flowers, reaching out to open the door.
But the door suddenly disappeared.
He let out a light sigh and then slowly raised his head.
Wow——
A burst of colorful light beams came from nowhere and fell on the lady instantly.
In the blink of an eye, the scene in the White Flower Auditorium turned into an endless desert scene, and the sky was a bright scarlet starry sky.
A high-backed throne stood in the distance, and a young man in red clothes seemed to be sitting on it.
"Guillan Iros?"
A curious tone came from beneath the lady's veil.
But he quickly shook his head gently and said:
"No, you are not..."
"Hello Sichen, the symbol of April, the goddess of beautiful throats and mourning, 'Miss Elegy' Furtis."
The young man in red clothes smiled.
"Excuse me, Miss, please stay in this dream for a while."
"Is this my dream or your dream?"
Futis held the white flowers and smiled.
The young man in red clothes had a lazy posture, sitting on the throne with his legs crossed, shrugging and saying:
"Of course it's your dream, miss."
"Such strange scenes will not appear in my dreams, let alone Si Chen who does not exist in this world."
Fetis's voice was extremely beautiful and she said slowly.
"So, you are Si Chen from another secret history?"
"It seems that you also know something about the secrets of this world."
The young man in red didn't deny it, but he didn't say much either.
Furtis groaned, her gaze under the veil fixed on the young man in red clothes on the throne.
"It's really not easy for you... to be able to influence me through the Secret History Crystal Wall and make me have an unprovoked dream. Is this a warning?"
"As you wish, ma'am."
The young man in red clothes smiled.
"This is your dream after all."
Hearing this, Futis's heart sank.
He became increasingly unable to see through this strange Si Chen who looked exactly like Gilan Elos.
From beginning to end, the other party gave him an elusive sense of mystery and a sense of leisurely confidence.
At the same time, the fact that the other party can transcend the secret history and make him dream is enough to explain many problems... The most important point is that this world must have the power of the other party's law as an anchor.
And this anchor point is likely to come from Gilan Yiros himself.
The reason why this little guy was able to be crowned an apostle in a short period of time was probably due to the strange Si Chen in front of him.
"Have you accepted the power of other secret histories..."
Fetis said softly.
"That's it."
As soon as He raised his hand, the white flowers he held spread out and turned into petals, forming a carved white chair behind him.
Furtis sat down elegantly, facing the young man in red clothes.
"It doesn't matter if I stay in this dream for a while. If I want to take action, there are plenty of opportunities."
"Oh, really?"
The young man in red clothes said with a smile, not taking it seriously.
He didn't seem to care about Phytis's attitude and asked himself:
"Miss, can you tell me about your secret history? I'm quite curious about it...well, especially about Miss Torina, the 'Mourn of Sorrows' of August Sichen."
The tone is like a question between friends.
Phytis was silent for a few seconds.
He did not refuse, but instead spoke to the young man in red, telling the story of the "Mourning Virgin" in August Sichen.
After saying that, the young man in the red suit had a clear look on his face.
Furtis took this opportunity to tentatively inquire about the young man's background and information about his secret history.
"You can call me 'Sleep Master', miss."
The young man crossed his legs, put his hands lightly on the armrest, and smiled.
"Unlike you, there were originally eighteen Si Chens in my world. Unfortunately, too many were disobedient and I killed some of them. Now there are only six left including me."
"..."
Furtis was stunned on the spot.
Sitting in the chair, my body felt stiff.
"Actually, I have always wanted to try secret history travel, and I am especially interested in your world."
"..."
The red lips under Photisi's veil were slightly open, speechless.
…
…
"It seems Si Chen can't save you, Pablo."
In the "Heart Tower Desperate Realm", Ji Lan said indifferently while hovering in mid-air.
He looked down at the man below, then glanced at the unconscious lady with broken wings lying on the other side, and slowly raised his white cane.
"Then, the game should be over."
After speaking, Gilan raised his cane high.
Boom!
Just hear a thunder.
In Pablo's trembling pupils, he could see the swirling dark clouds with lightning and thunder in the night, with a world-destroying silver sea of thunder shining in the center.
The violent energy suddenly gathered, flashing with dazzling light like a star explosion.
Immediately, a thunderbolt as thick as the tower fell straight down, striking like a silver beam of light.
"No...no!!"
Pablo hissed.
He quickly activated the power of his law, the crown on his head shone brightly, and his arms waved like a blurred phantom, trying to draw a new picture to save his life.
But the thunder is so fast.
Almost as soon as he saw it, it fell down.
Boom! ! !
Everything in the field of vision was torn and stretched, completely turning into silver.
Pablo's mouth grew big and his eyes were about to burst.
But even the sound was swallowed up.
(End of chapter)