I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 10 Sorry, you are not my mother

The portrait gave rise to a desire to retreat.

An instinctive fear drove it away from Anros.

"Do you want to escape? This is not good."

Anlos' tone was still soft, as if nothing could make him speak harshly.

However, he waved his arm, and suddenly, a circle of flames ignited around the edge of the bedroom.

The orange fire burned brightly, illuminating "Anna's" trembling body.

Is this human crazy? !

If he does this, he will also suffer backlash!

Anros didn't give it time to react, and the erosion level increased, causing his adrenaline to surge as well.

The heart beats as if it is going to explode, the blood vessels are twitchy, and dopamine secretion is abnormal.

"Aha!"

Anlos gave a soft drink and stepped forward. Only the portrait was reflected in his contracted eyes.

"call--!"

A strong wind blew, and the sharp sword wrapped in flames slashed across the mottled oil painting.

【You, you are looking for death! ! ! 】

"Anna" was frightened and angry, and she waved her sharp claws with all her strength, slashing at Anros like sawtooths.

"Pfft!"

Anros seemed to be unable to dodge, and was scratched half of his body at once, with drops of blood splashing into the air.

Great! bingo!

"Anna" was overjoyed.

This human must be tired! Well, how could he become an experienced swordsman in one day?
As soon as this thought came to mind, a flash of silver light penetrated into its field of vision.

"Tear!"

There was a sound of cracking silk, accompanied by burning black smoke.

【Ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】

The portrait screamed in pain, its chest was almost split in half, and its originally white skirt turned black.

Under the orange flames, it met Anros's ice-blue eyes, and it couldn't help but feel palpitating.

Just now, this human being didn't completely dodge, just because he had to adjust the angle of the next blow!

I would rather get hurt myself than give my opponent a fatal blow!
This, this guy is absolutely crazy! ! !

【Kill you! ! ! 】

In terror, the portrait went completely berserk, screaming and waving its claws wildly.

Silver light flashed and flames flew.

Anlos' attacks were as sharp as the wind and rain, and as precise as a machine.

Although several blood stains gradually appeared on the body, gradually, the portrait couldn't resist it at all.

If you can't even hit, how can you play this? !

It even wondered whether this human being possessed a magic object that could predict the future.

Otherwise, how could he hide so accurately every time!
He is not a mercenary who has experienced hundreds of battles!

"Pfft!"

With a sound like tearing silk, Anlos nailed the portrait to the ground with a sword.

"Huhu."

He was panting heavily, sweat washed down his face, his pupils were bloodshot, and his brain was throbbing.

But Anlos had never felt so energetic before, and now he was asked to run a thousand meters without rest.

[Erosion degree: 58%]

It’s just a little bit off, it’s [crazy].

【Spare me humans and I will admit defeat.】

"Anna" kept begging for mercy, her voice was pitiful.

Suddenly, the blackened and ugly portrait in Anlos' eyes suddenly transformed into the appearance of his mother.

Pale and thin face, emerald green eyes, smooth and long black hair.

"Anlos" his mother called him softly, coughed twice in pain, raised her slender arms, as if she wanted to touch his cheek, "Anlos, my son"

Even though he knew it was a lie, Anlos couldn't help but his heart trembled twice.

As long as you draw your sword, you can rush into your mother's warm embrace.
"puff!"

"Ahhh!"

While screaming, Anros smiled and pressed the blade down again, the flames burning that beautiful face.

"It hurts, it hurts! Anlos, my son! What are you doing!"

"Anna" couldn't help wailing, her tone gradually changed from miserable to resentful.

Anlos: "You're not my mother. Why are you pretending? There are so many dramas."

[...I actually fell into the hands of a weak human being like you. Who are you? Why is your soul as chaotic and terrifying as a nightmare.]

The portrait's green eyes flowing downward stared at Anros unwillingly and resentfully, giving up resistance. [Successfully defeated the "Anna" portrait! mission accomplished! 】

[Reward: 30 experience points, Nightmare School skill × 1]

[Acquire the skill "Soul-bearing Thread"]

[Soul-carrying Thread Level 1: Hold the soul of the other person and make a grave of flesh and blood. Connect the silk thread to any living creature. After the connection is successful, it can be driven by itself and no resistance is allowed. The upper limit is 1, and the success degree is related to the level difference and health value]

Oh, not bad.

The task of one portrait was more than the number of monsters he had to kill in a night of nightmares.

Also got a new skill!
Anlos curled his eyes happily.

This smile, coupled with the blood and paint splattered on his body, looked weird and scary.

Like the murderer revealed at the end of the movie.

【What are you waiting for? 】The portrait couldn't help but speak and sneered, "Do you want to torture me? Haha, even if I die or jump from here, I will not succumb to you."

Anlos: "Oh, really. That's a pity. I originally wanted to spare your life and let you do things for me."

portrait:【.】

"Since you don't want to, then forget it——"

[Ahem, Master~]

A sweet voice comparable to the eighteen bends on a mountain road sounded from the soles of his feet. Anros looked down and saw the portrait grinning at him obsequiously.

It can be described as a sudden change in attitude.

Anlos: "."

"You are so spineless." Anlos couldn't help but feel disgusted.

【Hi! That’s because we didn’t know that you wanted to take me as your subordinate~ With such a brave and intelligent boss like you, it’s too late for me to hug you~]

At this time, Anlos felt that if the portrait were to lick his shoes, it would fly its tongue without hesitation.

It's his mother's face that he's fucking touching.

"Excuse me, can you change your face?" Anlos couldn't help it anymore, veins popped out from his forehead, and the sword in his hand was about to move.

[This small one can only be attached to spiritual paintings, or...] The portrait grinned, revealing its thick white teeth, [devour others, replace them, and come to reality. 】

"This is what you want to do to me."

Anlos understood.

This portrait is indeed unique. I have never heard of a mere monster having this ability.

As for this portrait of my mother, there must be a lot of emotion placed in it that makes it condensed with spirituality.

Anlos couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and his excitement also dropped a little.

When I was feeling sad, I lowered my head and saw the dog-licking smiling face in the portrait, and my throat suddenly became choked.

This shit.

In line with the principle of out of sight and out of mind, Anlos raised his hand and lit a fire on the portrait's face, burning its entire face to a crisp black.

【——! ! ! 】

The portrait screamed silently and said with grief and anger:

devil! This guy is definitely the reincarnation of the devil! ! !
Anlos: "Okay, no more playing."

"Do you really want to join me? If you insist on dying, I won't force you--"

【think! We think too much! 】

The portrait gnashed its teeth and smiled secretly:
A mere human being actually wants to control a nightmare creature?

Hehe, you think you are the Nightmare Lord!
When it has enough energy, take advantage of this arrogant human being to let down his guard and tear him apart with one claw!

Jie Jie Jie~!

Then, a thin white line extended from Anlos' fingertips and floated to the portrait.

At this moment, the portrait suddenly had an ominous premonition.

As if it were in another dimension, the white line passed through the mottled and charred body of the portrait, directly connecting to the core soul that it didn't even know.

【connection succeeded】

【Conquer "Escape Portrait"】

Wait what is this.?

The portrait grabbed the ethereal white line in horror, watched the palm pass through the white line, then angrily raised its head and stared at Anros, shouting in fear:
【What's this? ! 】

[Why, why do I feel the power of law? ! Human, what have you done to me? ! 】

It pounced on Anros, but suddenly felt an irresistible terrifying force pressing down on it like a mountain.

"Crack, bang, bang!"

The hard picture frame that withstood the power of Anlos' nightmare fell apart in an instant, with sawdust flying everywhere.

"boom."

A foot stepped heavily on its raised head, pressing it to the floor.

"That's too high, cutie."

Anros held the soul-carrying thread in one hand and the shining silver sword in the other.

He lowered his head and looked down at the distorted face of the portrait with a smile.

(End of this chapter)