I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 154 Lust Painter
The scream was so shrill that it was like cutting a piece of flesh from Samuel's heart.

He completely lost the calmness and arrogance he had always had, and forcefully pulled him down from the altar of paint he had built.

One after another, the amber eyes were closed, as if the stars were dimmed, and the river of blood was surging, showing extreme despair and pain.

The white ribbon tightened and pulled Anlos out.

In mid-air, the ribbon was pulled away in circles, turning into twin girls wearing tall angled hats and white dresses. They held Anlos in their arms on the left and right, and fell gently to the ground.

The moment Anlos' toes touched the ground, he fell down weakly, his whole body weight resting on the cane and the girl, preventing him from falling into the sticky red paint.

"Hoo, hoo"

Anlos gasped violently and glanced sideways at the glass can.

Barely passing through the central air outlet of the metal base on his shoulder, he could tell which direction the man with the alien head was rushing towards.

During the silence, Anlos wanted to show his charming smile to express his gratitude.

But the glass can didn't look at him, it just stood upright, exuding a coldness from the inside that was different from Inashal's.

So Anlos had no choice but to give up.

Turning his head, he looked forward with his ice blue eyes.

On the remains of the brass clock, the bright red paint clung to it like pieces of melted flesh, then collapsed and fell.

[Anlos Tian, ​​Anlos Tian—ahhhh! ! ! 】

Samuel's extremely angry and sorrowful roar, coupled with the sudden stop of the attack, made the old man look at Anlos in surprise and asked curiously:

"Boy, what did you do to him?"

Anlos didn't speak, he just stretched out his hand and spread his palm.

Inside, there was a broken paintbrush!

"Hey!" The old man raised his brows with white hair and beard, then suddenly put his hands on his hands and laughed, "It's really amazing, young man!"

"You can actually tell at a glance that this is the core of that kid's power and the source of his paint body."

"Then, don't be fooled by it and simply break it cleanly!"

"Hahaha! You are infinitely better than those idiots I taught you!"

Suddenly, the old man changed the topic and asked jokingly but with a hint of seriousness:
"What's your name--oh, by the way, you're still in the silent period."

"My name is Armando Whitney. How about it, young man? Do you want to come and study in the wizard's tower where I am?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another woman with skin hanging down like a cloth bag screamed:
"Armando! How can you cut off your beard! I was the first to like this kid!"

"Hahaha! You can't say that!"

Before the nightmare came out, two wizard towers sent invitations to Anros.

If this scene were to spread, it would be enough to make those newly promoted young wizards stunned and jealous.

Anros smiled silently, his ice-blue eyes were solemn but not less serious.

Because the kill prompt hasn't come out yet.

Samuel Louis, not dead yet.

[I have failed to live up to your expectations. My love, I’m sorry, I’m sorry]

In the church, Samuel's choking voice came.

The river of blood dispersed, and a figure emerged as if stranded.

The empire's once genius and now traitor corrupted Samuel Louis, who had controlled the Louis family for two hundred years.

At this time, lying under the solid wood coffin that was constantly flowing with dirty paint, his clothes were ragged and broken, his face was dirty, his expression was like an abandoned beggar, full of low pleading and humility.

【Please forgive me. My love, please forgive me】

Seeing Samuel's complete loss of dignity, Anlos raised his chin and looked down at him with disgust and disdain.

Tsk tsk, he is a good dog for the Nightmare Lord.

at this time.

A bright red warning suddenly popped up in front of you!
[You destroyed the source of Samuel Louis’ power! 】

[You disturbed one of the seven nightmare lords - the Lust Painter! 】

In an instant, there was only a "click".

Ahead, the heavy solid wood coffin, which had always been silent, opened a crack.

Samuel raised his head excitedly, grinning with joy, and the dark gap was reflected in his amber eyes dripping with blood and tears. 【My one and only, my love! You're actually willing to show up - ugh! 】

Before he finished speaking, dirty paint spurted out from the gap, and in an instant, Samuel was drowned!

【————】

As the coffin slowly opened, a holy sound sounded in the church.

I couldn't hear the words clearly. All I could hear was the monosyllable "a".

Like a choir, majestic and sacred, echoing in this profane church.

On the walls, on the dome, and on the floor flooded with red paint.

One after another, the praying girls opened their mouths and sang praises to welcome the coming of their Lord.

【warn! Erosion is soaring! 】

Anlos was suddenly startled, and then he realized that he had been stunned unconsciously.

It wasn't until his consciousness was withdrawn from this sacred song that seemed to draw away people's souls that his soaring erosion slowly stopped, stopping at the dangerous and dangerous position of 58%.

Ha ha.

The ultimate BOSS, who has been hiding behind the scenes, is finally coming
Anlos licked the corner of his mouth, feeling the taste of rust on his tongue. He stared at the solid wood coffin that was slowly opened, his eyes shining with eagerness.

Just when the singing reached its peak.

A soft sound of "Guh" reached Anlos' ears.

Immediately afterwards, there was the air of nightmare coming from the side.

He turned around and saw the dirty paint trickling out of the old man's eyes.

"Kill me, hurry up!!!"

The white-haired old man named Armando Whitney stared at them with his eyes that had turned into oil paint, and let out a hoarse roar like a beast from his throat!

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant palm made of grease came over!
however.

Before the giant palm fell.

An irresistible force forcefully broke off everyone's head and forced their attention to the solid wood coffin!
A pair of arms as white and soft as gelatin rose straight from the coffin.

Hold your hands together in a praying posture.

The moment her eyes touched her hands, the fat woman screamed, and the fat palm suddenly burst like a punctured balloon, and what spewed out was dirty paint.

Because of this, the last opportunity to kill the old man was missed.

【Ahhhhh——! ! ! 】

The old man's rickety body suddenly leaned back to the limit, and paint spurted out from his eyes, mouth, and nose, and poured into the air!
【How beautiful you are! I am willing to give everything I have to you——! 】

The old man roared wildly, and his eyes that turned into oil paint revealed crazy enthusiasm.

Suddenly, two white figures jumped up, crossed the air, raised their toes, and kicked the old man on the head.

moment.

The old man's head exploded, and the smell of rust mixed with the pungent smell of paint filled the air.

The headless body shook twice, and then fell into the river of paint with a plop.

died.

"."

No one spoke.

The accident happened too suddenly.

In the church, only the sacred singing shrouded their heads.

It's holy, beautiful, and one can't help but indulge in it.

——[Hymns echo, corpses litter the fields]

This is the first sentence of the Lust Painter's description.

Solid wood serves as the frame, paint serves as the color, and white linen canvas serves as the carrier.

Those interlocked white arms stood quietly in the open solid wood coffin, with countless mixed paints flowing out continuously.

The lustful painter himself is the essence of the oil painting portrait.

(End of this chapter)