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Chapter 105 I want this world to be without light!!! (15 words, 1.5th update)

The vapors rising from the liquid galaxy surged and billowed like living things.

In the blink of an eye, the entire meadow was shrouded in a strange star mist.

"Welcome to my world of paintings!~"

Lin Wanqing's voice rang out from all directions, seemingly preparing to enjoy the prey's struggle.

This transformation happened in an instant.

Just a second ago, the last golden-red afterglow of the setting sun was still frozen on the tips of the grass.

The next second, the golden-red color was drawn away from the world by some invisible force, and the entire grassland suddenly faded into a lead-gray rubbing.

The kneeling figures I just saw in the painting.

And it came true at this moment.

Dozens of naked human figures, their skin cracked like cheap plaster.

The joints made a clicking sound like rusty gears as it straightened up in a strangely synchronized rhythm.

【Painting Nightmare】

The figure's title is in red.

This means there were dozens of figures ahead.

They are all extraordinary beings!!

Like warriors, believers are divided into three classes: Agents, Chosen Ones, and Apostles.

The agents are further divided into apprentices, pilgrims, and divine judges.

This unusual painter.

At least they're pilgrimage agents!

This is finally starting to get interesting.

Fang Qingyu's lips unconsciously curled into a slight smile, even though his dual systems were currently only at the first level.

But I felt no fear.
On the contrary, I was excited.

He misses it very much.

I miss the thrill of fighting on the edge of life and death when I first encountered the Ghost of Fate, and I miss the clash of ultimate power when I first faced Tong Ran.

I miss the time in the underground palace when I was pulled back from the brink of death.

That feeling of adrenaline surging.

simply.
Don't be too intoxicating.

sizzle-

The dragon sparrow seemed to sense its master's emotions, and without even swinging its sword, thunder arose spontaneously.

"It's in!!"

The moment Fang Qingyu pushed off the ground.

The turf vaporized and evaporated in the fiery red gold.

Transforming into a streak wreathed in lightning, it deliberately crashed into the horde of Nightmare-Painting People.

The golden patterns, like flowing lava and fire, instantly shredded the three bodies.

The cracked skin peeled off layer by layer like a crisp eggshell the moment it came into contact with the flowing fire, revealing the crimson fleshy buds wriggling beneath.

"too slow!"

The smile on Fang Qingyu's lips deepened.

The thunder of the dragon sparrow and the sound of bones cracking overlapped into a symphony of slaughter. Where the blade flashed, limbs spewed out, and charred flesh and blood, sticky with sparks, fell from the severed wounds.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade trembled, revealing a line of scarlet blood.

Fang Qingyu shattered the mudstone with his left foot, and the afterimage of lightning flashed behind the seven nightmare figures.

The cracked plaster shell has not yet disintegrated.

Crimson flames erupted from their hollow eye sockets, and skull fragments, streaked with sparks, traced brilliant trajectories against the leaden sky.

"Crack!"

The third nightmare figure split in two along its central line, with charred flesh twitching wildly at the break.

He spun around again and slammed the hilt of his knife into the chest of the fourth Nightmare.

With a dull thud as metal struck rotten wood, the monster was driven into the ground, plowing out a ten-foot-deep trench, smashing several of its kind along the way as if breaking a group of plaster statues.

The crimson flames licked Fang Qingyu's eyelashes as he twisted his waist amidst the rain of blood.

The dragon sparrow swept across, dragging a three-meter-long lava blade, and once again tossed several heads into the air.

bang bang bang ---

At that moment, the exploding head was like fireworks celebrating Fang Qingyu.

It exploded in mid-air.

"Continue! Continue!!"

The roar mingled with the thunderous explosion.

Fang Qingyu suddenly transformed into several afterimages of lightning.

Amidst the piercing shriek of lightning tearing through the air, the twelve Painted Nightmares simultaneously stiffened, lava-like cracks erupting from their joints.

The moment the afterimages merged into one.

They were like puppets being pulled by invisible threads.

It shattered neatly into burning fragments scattered all over the ground.

The remaining nightmare suddenly let out a shrill scream like gears jamming, and black liquid gushed from the cracks in its skin.

The liquid condensed in mid-air into a long whip of thorns with eyeballs.

However, Fang Qingyu simply stood there with a smile, not trying to dodge at all.

Let the thousands of poisonous thorns pierce through the afterimage.

Its main body, enveloped in lightning, soared into the sky, tearing blinding scorching marks in mid-air.

The dragon sparrow trembled as it tore through the mist.

The thunderous roar erupting from the blade shattered Fang Qingyu's shout into a deafening thunderclap.

"Shocking—Sky—!"

The falling figure merged with the exploding lightning.

The moment the blade touched the ground.

The entire grassland was engulfed by a sudden, bluish-white thunderstorm.

The scorch marks spread like a spiderweb in the ashes, and before the Nightmares, who held aloft their thorns, could retract their attack, they crumbled piece by piece in the spreading rings of lightning.

The cracked shell first turned into translucent plaster.

Then, starting from the fingertips, it gradually dissipates into stardust.

For an instant.

The pungent smell of roasted meat wafted across the grassland.

Fang Qingyu flicked the congealed blood from the tip of his knife, and golden patterns meandered across the cracked ground.

The lead-gray grass blades were being ignited by the embers.

The scattered limbs were reflected in the water, making it look like a painting of hell.

"Cool!!!"

Fang Qingyu experienced the thrill of battle once again.

This is actually the first time since breaking through to the Martial Realm.

Neither He Manhe nor the four wanted criminals that night could put any pressure on her.

even
Even his attacks were just casual slashes.

This is for a battle maniac.

I'm so uncomfortable holding it in!
*Slap. Slap. Slap.*
A crisp clapping sound suddenly rang out in the air.

Black silk gloves brushed away the starlight, and long legs in crystal high heels stepped out, creating ripples. Silver hair cascaded down to her ankles like a waterfall woven from moonlight, and beneath the stranger's pale, almost translucent skin, blue veins gleamed. Her scarlet lips curled into a mocking smile.

"As expected of Mr. Fang."

Her fingertips were entwined with venomous snakes formed from solidified paint, and her glassy pupils reflected the charred corpses scattered all over the ground.

"But unfortunately"

As the skirt spun, it stirred up countless stars, and the lead-gray grass leaves suddenly rolled back to their original shape.

The charred ground was transformed by the splashes of paint.

Those nightmares that were burned to ashes by lightning and fire were re-outlined from nothingness!
The sound of plaster cracking echoed throughout the room.

Dozens of human figures knelt in devout worship once more, the sounds of joints and gears overlapping with the woman's cold laughter to create an eerie chord.

"This is my world from my paintings!"

With a shriek, all the Painted Nightmares suddenly raised their heads, their dark eye sockets spewing forth thorny spears formed from condensed paint!

Fang Qingyu flicked the fresh blood that had splattered onto the Dragon Sparrow Blade.

Gazing at the sky filled with poisonous spikes, he curled the corners of his lips, and suddenly spread his left hand's five fingers toward the sky, with dark lines spreading wildly along his fingertips.

"Is it?"

With a soft laugh, his palm suddenly clenched!
"Then I want this world—"

A tearing sound, like a canvas being ripped apart, echoed from the void, and all the colors collapsed into a black hole in an instant.

The deep blue in the woman's pupils hadn't yet exploded.

The last trace of horror was swallowed up by absolute darkness.

"There is no light!!!"

The clenched fist slammed down.

Absolute darkness exploded outwards with Fang Qingyu at its center.

It's as if someone used an eraser to wipe away all the colors of the world.

In the instant before everything fell silent, only the remaining crimson sparks on the Dragon Sparrow Blade reflected the wildly upward curve of Fang Qingyu's lips.

The darkness collapsed to its limit in the palm of my hand in that instant.

Fine cracks suddenly appeared between Fang Qingyu's fingers.

It's like countless abysses flowing under your skin.

"Eternal Night. Blazing Armor!!"

The frenzied shouts ripped through the silence in an instant.

The boiling darkness suddenly gained texture.

Countless tiny black flames writh in the void, like millions of hungry venomous snakes smelling blood.

scoff!

Fang Qingyu's neck skin was the first to catch fire.

It was not the crimson of flames, but rather the manifestation of absolute darkness that devoured light in the material world.

Black flames climbed up the spine and exploded at the shoulder blade.

It transformed into two flowing waterfalls of fire that cascaded down to her waist.

The darkness of the entire space was boiling and churning.

Fang Qingyu opened his arms to welcome the coronation of the black flames, and countless dark currents formed a black flame storm around him.

The lead-gray grass leaves that the silver-haired woman had restored withered again.

But this time even the ashes were swallowed by darkness.

Fang Qingyu's combat uniform was reduced to ashes in the black flames.

Instead, the gradually taking shape Black Flame Trench Coat was unveiled.
The hem of the garment was formed from liquid darkness, and as it fell, it left viscous, lava-like trails of flame on the ground.

Flames surged from his cuffs, and the crown of flames that stood up at the back of his collar was like a crown with seven streams of black flames flowing with scarlet patterns.

this moment.

The madman who had been fighting frantically amidst the thunder and fire has vanished.

A tyrant who wields eternal darkness.
They've made their appearance!!!

In the darkness, the stunningly beautiful woman's glass-like pupils reflected the crimson patterns flowing on her black trench coat, and a subtle, spiderweb-like panic seeped from the trembling of her eyelashes.

However, he quickly calmed down, raising his chin with a cold smile.

Suddenly, half a malachite pen barrel materialized in his hand.

"Clumsy graffiti artist!!"

The paintbrush, dipped in darkness, trails a dazzling white galaxy in the air.

That pure white hue was like a supernova explosion.

They transformed into countless meteors with comet tails, crashing into the edge of darkness.

But Fang Qingyu's trench coat collar suddenly swelled up.

The drooping hem of the black flame robe suddenly surged into a frenzy, and the dark particles that were tearing apart the white meteor emitted a joyful hiss.

The meteor formed from the pigment had not yet touched Fang Qingyu's eyelashes.

It was devoured into scattered ashes by the gluttonous eternal night.

Suddenly, a viscous resistance came from the pen tip.

The woman was startled to realize that she was drawing a second ray of holy light on her wrist, which was now entwined with liquid darkness.

The black flames flowed upstream along the paintbrush.

It swallowed the silvery-white paint that hadn't yet dripped from her fingertips into nothingness.

"This is impossible."

Before the murmur was swallowed by the darkness, her glassy pupils finally trembled violently, and she could no longer remain calm.

The paintbrush suddenly exploded into stardust, a mixture of peacock blue and silvery white.

The splashed paint fragments turned into charred ash before they even hit the ground.

As the woman stumbled backward, she accidentally stepped on the hem of her own skirt.

Layers upon layers of starry silk were corroded by darkness, creating honeycomb-like holes that revealed the dark blue veins beneath the pale skin.

Her carefully styled silver hair suddenly came loose.

The ends of her hair also began to be stained with a deathly darkness.

"My paintbrush. My authority."

Her trembling left hand reached out in vain to grasp at the void.

But he grabbed a hand that was wrapped in black flames.

"Now."

Do you want to repent?

Fang Qingyu crouched down, her heterochromatic eyes seeming to be the only light for the woman in the darkness.

"I miss you!!"

A broken sob escaped the woman's throat.

The survival instinct honed over twenty years of wandering the abyss screamed wildly, crushing the last shred of restraint.

Screw the Pantheon.

To hell with divine grace.

At this moment, she finally saw clearly that only the forbidden power surging in her veins was eternal.

Fang Qingyu listened to his words.

Like a tyrant who has shed his ferocity, a gentle smile graces his lips.

"Then tell me everything about the Council of Gods."

(End of this chapter)