I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 155 Surrender to me
"Ha, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to face the seven nightmare lords in person."

The fat woman murmured, her face drooping with solemnity.

She now finally knew why the wizard Talaleye, who had always been hidden from the world, took action.

Because, apart from the God of Nightmares, this is one of the seven nightmare lords who stands at the highest point of the entire nightmare.

Without any resistance, he eroded a powerful and experienced official wizard.

【a————】

In the hymn, the glass can, which had never moved, finally moved.

He raised his hand, and there was no paint on the neat black cuffs.

He took off the white glove on his left hand, revealing a long and blood-red hand.

The hand was beautiful, with well-defined bones and meticulously manicured fingertips, perfect for dancing on the keys.

But there is no skin protection on it.

The scarlet flesh was exposed, and the purple blood vessels could be seen, which was extremely scary.

Tick, tick.

Blood dripped down.

And wherever it passed, all the red pigment was absorbed by it.

It turned into a part of it, and like a snowball, the blood beads got bigger and bigger, and finally, a pool of blood formed at its feet!
The pool of blood continues to devour, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, absorbing and swallowing the surrounding paint.

When the pool of blood extended to Anlos' feet, his corroded and tormented mind suddenly experienced a burst of clarity, and the hymn seemed to be isolated, becoming blurry and hazy.

When it just covered Anros, the pool of blood stopped spreading.

Then, two girls in gorgeous clothes peeled off the white ribbon from top to bottom like perfectly peeling off an apple.

At the same time, white ribbons also rose from the pool of blood.

Countless ribbons were entangled together, rose into the air, and rotated, forming a huge spiral drill!

It almost spanned most of the church, and its extremely sharp front pointed directly at the pair of intertwined arms in the coffin!
Watson put away his hand, stretched out his index finger, and pointed at the coffin from a distance.

then.

The drill bit moved, and it stabbed towards the coffin slowly and without hesitation. The huge pressure it exuded made Anlos feel a wave of heart palpitations.

So strong!

Anlos bit his lower lip in excitement, and even had the crazy idea of ​​cutting off his tongue.

In case he screamed unconsciously and ruined the silence he had saved up.

The heart lantern around his waist helped him dispel the illusion, fade away the beautiful illusion brought by the hymn, and face the maddening scene in front of him.

The river of blood surges, the paint is like a swamp, and the twisted oil painting monster floats and struggles in pain, like a sinner suffering in hell.

Countless beautiful portraits of young girls opened and closed their mouths, loudly chanting the Lord's mercy, urging lost travelers to take refuge and worship under the solid wood coffin.

In mid-air, a huge white drill was slowly rotating, stained with blood, and stabbing at the intertwined hands.

The closer you get, the slower you go.

When it was finally less than an arm's length away, the drill bit had slowed down so much that it was almost impossible to see its movement with the naked eye.

The dirty paint overflows from its white surface and is wrapped and absorbed by new ribbons, repeating the cycle.

Tick, tick.

In the skinless left hand of the glass can, drops of blood were constantly dripping, maintaining and replenishing the pool of blood.

Anros squinted and looked at the other wizard.

The fat woman was surrounded by her giant fat palms. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was as motionless as a mountain of flesh. She was completely focused on self-preservation.

The protective school showed a transcendent effect at this moment, and even if it was not within the scope of the blood pool, it was protected from the erosion of the hymn.

Anros looked away, his eyes flickering.

——So, what can I do?

Anlos would not want to stand up and beat up the lustful painter.

For him now, this kind of mindless behavior is no different than seeking death, and it will waste a pool of blood in a glass can.

He is not a hot-blooded comic hero.

In the previous life, the player did not face the Lust Painter directly.

Even if there was a "Superman" who participated in Samuel's battle, the moment the lustful painter was revealed, his sanity was instantly cleared and he died and returned to the real world.

In the end, the battle between the glass can and the lustful painter ended with the lustful painter continuing to sleep.

Just like thousands of years ago, she was waiting for the day when she would lift the coffin board again.

so. Anlos didn't know the Lust Painter's style of play.

Samuel's method of skipping classes was discovered in the nightmare that records history.

But no nightmare dares to directly record the seven nightmare lords.

The only information I know is the illustrated introduction to the lustful painter.

One of the sentences reads——

[The paintbrush condensed in the heart is a gift she gives to her most loyal admirer. Allowing her admirer to use part of her power to fulfill her wishes. 】

if it is like this.
An extremely bold idea came to Anlos' mind, which even made him laugh.

If it weren’t for the fact that the san value was almost gone, I really wouldn’t have come up with this brilliant idea~
He curled his eyes and raised the broken paintbrush.

His ice-blue eyes reflected the soft tip of the paintbrush, which was stained with paint and seemed to never be washed away.

Anros opened his left hand, and circles of sharp teeth spread out from the crack.

Then, poke half of the paintbrush straight into the crack!
He wants to swallow up the power of the lustful painter!
"——!!!"

The moment the paintbrush fell into his mouth, Anlos' back arched suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, half of his mouth was cut off and he opened it to the extreme, letting out a silent scream!

pain!
it hurts!

Starting from the left hand, the nerves seemed to be shocked and twisted together again, and the unspeakable severe pain spread throughout the whole body in an instant!

Dirty paint overflowed from the cracks, and the internal organs seemed to be shattered by the flowing paint. The pain was so painful that it was almost numb!
Watson slowly turned his head, and the brass base placed on his shoulder was pointed at the fence opening in the middle.

In the stalemate with one of the seven nightmare lords, it remained like this for several seconds.

In the glass jar, a bulging-eyed goldfish swims in the blue solution, spitting out bubbles stupidly and drifting through the threads.

From the pool of blood, a white ribbon rose, but instead of gathering into the air like the others, it deviated from the direction, wrapped around Anlos' left hand, and got into the crack.

Instantly.

The paint stirring in Anlos' body was forcibly suppressed.

Gradually, a trace of clarity reappeared in Anlos's distracted eyes.

He tasted the strong smell of rust, and when he lowered his head, a piece of his tongue fell out of his mouth and hung in the air.

It turned out that he bit off his tongue unconsciously in severe pain.

Another ribbon floated over, attached to the broken half of Anlos' cheek, and stuck out of his mouth.

The ribbon turned into flesh and skin, and the broken tongue was attached to the adhesion, like a puzzle piece, perfectly fitting into a part of his body tissue.

[Increased health]

【3%→6%】

Anros was startled and quickly poured in a tube of high-level healing potion with trembling hands.

[Increased health]

【6%→29%】

Sure enough, the second time I drank it, the effect was not that significant.

But, it's enough.

[You absorbed the brush, and you gained part of the power of the lustful painter]

[This power will automatically be attached to the next spell you cast]

[The lustful painter expressed shock at you]

Ha ha
A ferocious smile appeared on Anlos' smooth and lovely face.

He heard the hymn. There were no words in the hymn, but the meaning spontaneously came into his mind——

"who are you?"

Anlos turned his cane and raised his left hand. The crystal white tea cup appeared. He lowered his head and took a sip.

Immediately, blood mist filled the air, covering Anlos' face.

A coercion equal to that of a lustful painter came out!

I am omniscient and omnipotent——

prophet.

"[Submit to me]."

When these four words, which do not distinguish between men and women, nor age, are uttered.

In an instant.

In the coffin, the hands that had been holding each other indifferently were suddenly clenched!
(End of this chapter)