I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 126 125. That’s not what the book says!

Lloyd adjusted his breathing, calmed his heartbeat as much as possible, and patiently waited for the pattern on the canvas to take shape.

The special paint, as red as blood, slowly spreads along the nerve bundles, making it look like a pair of blood vessels and nerve bundles are gradually taking shape.

If you keep staring at it, you can even feel a slight pulsation and trembling, as if it is coming to life.

Lloyd waited patiently for 5 minutes. According to the presiding judge's experience, the red on the canvas should have solidified by this time.

But in front of Lloyd, the paint was still flowing and changing.

"Is it because the materials I use are of better quality?"

He rubbed his chin and analyzed it, then continued to wait patiently for another 2 minutes.

However, the pattern on the canvas is still changing and still has no final shape.

Lloyd quickly lay down and looked carefully.

In fact, the special red pigment has already solidified and completely penetrated into the canvas, and based on the nerve endings, it drew a pattern on its own.

It's just that this pattern keeps surging and changing on its own, refusing to stop, like a heart unwilling to be lonely.

"Fuck, this is different from what is said in the book? Other people's rituals are a .jpg, why is mine a .gif?"

Lloyd couldn't help but cursed and quickly reached out to touch the paint.

"Don't mess with me at this critical moment? Do you think you are an emoticon?"

Such complaints are naturally meaningless, the patterns are still changing, and none of them are the same.

Maybe this is not '.gif', but '.avi'...

If this continues, Lloyd won't even bother to [veto] the errors, he won't even look for opportunities for errors.

Will half a month's salary be wasted like this?
Lloyd gradually became impatient and had to shake his head vigorously, admonishing himself in his heart.

calm!Be sure to calm down!I have always been a calm and cautious young man!
Think of a way!Check out these skills of mine…

Lloyd quickly called out the panel.

Efficient learning?Useless...

Divination?Useless...

Extraordinary swordsmanship?Don't dare to use it...

Gift twist?not the right time yet……

The realm of distortion?

Lloyd calmed down and activated the [Distortion Realm], covering the canvas in front of him.

He was actually not sure what effect this would have, so he could only give it a try first.

As a result, as soon as the skill was turned on, the patterns on the canvas changed more cheerfully, and the lines even started to dance, looking triumphant and like a fish in water.

Lloyd wanted to close the [Distortion Realm], but suddenly found that the "Book of Truth" deep in his memory had undergone some changes.

It stopped spinning, became quiet, and turned over on its own.

After turning a few pages, it stopped.

Lloyd suddenly felt his vision blur, and the pattern on the canvas in front of him became blurry.

He blinked, and the pattern on the canvas suddenly changed from meaningless messy lines to a simple drawing with clear meaning. The painting style was similar to the ancient murals carved on the rock wall, which were rubbed on the canvas. superior.

Lloyd didn't have the energy to think about why it was like this. He could only stare at the 'mural' with all his concentration, trying to understand its meaning.

There is a tall stick figure in this picture, taller than the mountains around him, and the top of his head has touched the clouds in the sky.

He was alone, wandering aimlessly on the earth, walking slowly and steadily, crossing mountains and rivers.

Finally, He came to a seaside.Even the depth of the ocean was only below His knees, and He continued to move forward toward the depths of the ocean.

Then, he suddenly looked down and found that the originally blue ocean had turned into blood red without even realizing it.

He felt his feet hurt slightly, as if they were being bitten by a leech.

His eyes looked through the red sea to his legs.

It was already covered with large and small tentacles, like leeches, frantically gnawing at His flesh and blood.

The spilled blood dyed the ocean red.

The giant stick figure looked at it quietly for a while, then said nothing and continued to move forward aimlessly.

This little bit of flesh and blood and pain are nothing to Him.

As he walked deeper and deeper, the water gradually spread from his calves to his waist.

I can no longer feel the pain in my legs, I seem to be used to it.

He was also a little tired, so he stopped and took a short rest.

Then, the blood-colored ocean began to boil and roll, and tentacles emerged from the sea, twisting crazily towards him, and making tiny roars together.

It's like worshiping, like singing a hymn.

The giant stickman seemed to enjoy the atmosphere and no longer had the desire to move on.

He lowered his head slightly and stood there, slowly falling into a deep sleep surrounded by a group of tentacles.

He didn't seem to realize that his legs under the sea were only bare bones, with countless tentacles still clinging to them, biting and sucking.

Maybe one day He will suddenly wake up and move on.

Maybe one day He will suddenly collapse and sink into the deep sea.

The scene in front of Lloyd suddenly stopped, and there was no further plot.

The patterns on the canvas once again became chaotic and meaningless.

Then, he felt a sense of suffocation and a headache rushing towards his face, and his back was soaked with cold sweat without even realizing it.

He quickly collapsed on the sofa behind him, breathing heavily.

"Uh...huh...huh..."

He wanted to just take a break, like the giant stick figure.

But a strange intuition reminded him:
It's now!

Lloyd still remembered that the presiding judge specifically mentioned [intuition] in his notes:
"Trust your inspiration, trust your intuition, and...trust yourself."

Lloyd quickly cheered up, dispersed his inspiration, locked the canvas under his feet, and then mobilized his spiritual power, preparing to activate [Declaration of Veto]

"To veto it..."

Just halfway through the prayer, he suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly changed his words:
"In my name, the gift is twisted on you!"

[Gift Distortion], activate!

In an instant, the messy lines on the canvas began to fade, and the bright red gradually turned yellow and black, and then blurred and gradually dissipated bit by bit.

The originally white and brand-new canvas also showed weathered cracks.

This entire painting seems to have gone through a long period of baptism and will fall into pieces at the slightest touch.

But even if Lloyd didn't touch it, it eventually collapsed completely and turned into fine dust.

(End of this chapter)