Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 151 Disorder (End)

That's it!

Fu Qian understood why the witch reacted that way when she saw the pustule.

This person has long known the future of this world, and has no desire to intervene.

"Speaking of which, why are you here? Still locked in the deepest part of the prison?"

Before paying, I remembered the questions I had before.

"Otherwise where are you going?"

The witch sighed silently.

"When I was born, the world was already a chaotic and scorched earth, it was really boring."

"I wandered for many years, and finally found a trace of my mother here, and a group of survivors."

"Although they are weak, they can communicate anyway."

"Of course, they are more afraid of me."

"So have you met the author of this painting?"

"No."

The witch shook her head.

"Although there were still some good people here at that time, they were far from this ability."

"After some dealings, I found that they didn't welcome me, so I pretended to be arrested and let them seal me up."

"Although this world is narrow and dilapidated, it is somewhat more interesting than the outside world, so I have stayed here until now."

"No wonder, there are obviously some legends about you circulating here, and they are not very friendly."

Fu Qian sighed and turned his gaze back to the painting.

"You just said to repaint one, is it so easy to paint?"

"It's not difficult at all, the key lies in the paint."

"Pigment, do you want to say that you can use your blood?"

Fu Qian looked at the witch in surprise.

"As a power of the same origin, there is no essential difference."

The witch picked up the paint tray next to it and sniffed it carefully.

"But only on this drawing board, which is why the old world will be destroyed."

"Are you ready? You will be both the creator and the destroyer."

"Why did you ask me to draw?"

"Otherwise? Do you think I'd be interested in painting with my own blood?"

The witch looked at Fu Qian with a strange expression on her face.

I also have little interest, but a lot of motivation.

Fu Qian thought to himself.

After all, the goal of my mission is to eliminate the pus of everyone.

If she really wants to destroy the world as she said, it can be regarded as completing the task in disguise.

Fu Qian thought for a while, then reached out to take the paintbrush next to him.

"Let me tell you in advance, my art skills are mediocre."

"It's okay, you can try as you like, I'll give you some basic ingredients first."

The witch waved her hand, and the next moment, there was a ball of crystal clear liquid in the paint plate, and countless ripples of faint light echoed on it.

"Can I mix in something else?"

"Mix anything, you're the creator now."

The witch showed a playful smile, and seemed very happy to observe Fuqian's reaction.

anything……

Fu Qian thought for a while, threw the pen away, and stretched out his right hand.

In the palm wound, the human pus has swelled a lot compared to before, and it is constantly surging.

Under the surprised gaze of the witch, Fu Qian directly pressed his right hand on her blood.

With a burst of silent mourning, the originally crystal clear blood became cloudy little by little.

After a long time, Fu Qian raised his hand, looked at the ink-colored liquid stained on it, and directly slapped it on the drawing board.

In the sky of the world in the painting, a dark light in the shape of a palm instantly appeared, and the seven lights became eight lights.

"you……"

The witch's playful expression disappeared, and she turned to look at the glass window.

A vast hand-shaped light slowly emerged, occupying a large portion of the night sky.

The whole body of the radiance is dark red, with only a ray of light showing through the edge.

It's hard to imagine how the residents would react when they saw this scene.

"Why do this?"

The witch looked at Fuqian's hand.

"Anyway, the world is going to be destroyed, and it doesn't cost money to try."

"I was just thinking, since Qiguang is a channel to integrate into the essence of the world, is it possible to make corruption a part of the essence of the world?"

Pay before looking at her.

"Based on your description, I can understand how you feel when you see this world.

Everything will be born and die, and I also think there is no need to intervene forcefully, so I am not going to redraw the world.

If corruption can also become part of the nature of the world instead of being excluded as an anomaly, then I think that in the process of decay, the world will at least be less chaotic. "

"Well, there is already a reaction."

Before paying, let the witch look at his palm.

The black fluid has gradually settled down, and it no longer feels like a living thing.

It began to melt slowly, turning into an illusory shadow breath, and finally completely merged into the body.

In just a split second, Fu Qian felt the erosion of time, and his body was aging a little rapidly.

Fu Qian shook his arm.

"In fact, it feels pretty good, and the negative effects of awakening seem to have disappeared."

"The natural cost of each previous sequence should be the result of excessive synchronization with the world? A side effect of trying to maintain eternity?"

"It's an interesting idea, using decay as part of the world."

The witch didn't rush to answer his question.

"Sure enough, imagination is very important."

"In this way, the human pus is dissolved, because the increase in the color-loss curse it causes will return to normal, and there is even an additional path to awakening."

"The only price is that the awakened become like ordinary people and can no longer avoid aging, but I think this is more reasonable."

"Those people just need to avoid the blizzard."

"It's just that the change from seven lights to eight lights may have some impact on faith."

Fu Qian's actions clearly aroused the witch's interest.

"I figured it out!"

The witch suddenly pointed around.

"I can establish a new sect here, representing the belief of the eighth light."

"What should I call it... I have to say that your drawing is really ugly, Bloodfinger, Dark Moon?"

"Dark Moon sounds better."

Before paying, there is a serious review next to it.

"I also think that this will be the Dark Moon Church in the future, and I will be the first Pope. Are you interested in becoming a Templar or something?"

"Dark Moon Knight? It sounds good."

[The current mission has been completed, 1-019 has been contained successfully]

At this time, a familiar voice sounded in his ear, announcing that Fu Qian's attempt was successful.

In a short period of time, the pus of all people has been transformed.

Save time and effort!
I am very satisfied with this batch operation before paying.

"Got to go?"

As if sensing something, the witch looked up at Fu Qian.

"Why do you say that?"

This time, Fu Qian was taken aback.

"Intuition, there are many secrets on you."

"Yes, it's over here, Fu will travel all over the world, so let's say goodbye."

"OK then."

The witch smiled slightly, jumped off the high stool, and bowed gracefully.

"Farewell, mystic connoisseur of aesthetics."

"Goodbye, the unknown beautiful girl of the universe."

After saying hello, the picture in front of me flowed.

The next moment, all the drawing boards of the church witch disappeared, and Fu Qian appeared in the warehouse.

　Sorry for being a little late, have a great weekend everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)