I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 9 Nightmare Showdown
I'm so proud of you, my son.

These words reached Anlos' ears, causing his pupils to widen slightly.

No one has ever said to him "you are my pride" so sincerely.

It's as if there are really people in the world who can be proud and happy for the success of others.

Anlos raised his hand to fan himself. For some reason, he felt his cheeks were getting hot.

Maybe it's because of the sun.

Anlos thought to himself, but the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and the natural coldness in his bent eyes disappeared.

The servant quickly came up to hold an umbrella for Anlos, and Noye pushed the tired Anlos into the mansion quickly.

After washing himself, Anlos was helped to dry his hair by the maid. Under the sun, his white hair with water droplets was as smooth and dazzling as silk.

After dinner, Anlos meditated in bed for half the night to restore his health.

In a dream.

Anros opened his eyes, and there seemed to be faint cold fire burning in his ice-blue eyes.

He pushed himself up and looked straight ahead.

Above the desk, a mottled oil painting looked down at him.

The colors blended together, making that beautiful face look dirty and exuding an evil aura.

【Come home and be safe——】

As soon as the portrait opened his mouth, Anros shook his hand vigorously.

Suddenly, huge pressure pressed against the portrait from all directions, and the wooden frame creaked under the load and cracked with several cracks!
The portrait screamed, its swirling eyes glaring angrily at Anros.

You don’t follow martial ethics! ! !
Immediately afterwards, it was like a steel needle piercing into Anlos' brain.

Anlos let out a painful "uh" sound, and the muddy colors quickly flowed out of the portrait, infecting his nightmare world.

[Infection level increases! 】

Infection levels are soaring at an alarming rate.

His brain throbbed with pain, and Anlos stopped his hand without changing his expression. He only used the power of nightmares to fight against the paint contamination, which slowed down the increase in infection level.

【Despicable humans! 】"Anna" roared, 【Not even a bit of etiquette——】

Anlos: "Shut up, you verbose old woman."

【——Ah ah ah I want to kill you! ! ! 】

Within two minutes of meeting, the portrait looked almost pissed off, and the already dirty face became even more chaotic.

It took a few deep breaths, learned the lesson from last time, stood up from the chair, fully stretched out its upper body, and then mocked:

[Unexpectedly, you also have nightmare space, no wonder you smell so good]

How perverted.

Don't say this in front of my mother's face, okay?

Anros cursed inwardly and rolled his eyes slightly.

With a flick of his wrist, a shining silver sword appeared in his hand.

The sword blade was as spotless as a mirror, reflecting the pale yellow moonlight with a cold light.

【sword? ] "Anna" was stunned for a moment, and then laughed harshly and said, "You don't want to use a sword to deal with me, do you?" Just because you are out of breath even if you take two steps? Ha ha ha ha! 】

[You can fight to the death. Sad human beings...]

"Anna's" big scarlet mouth painted with paint suddenly grinned from ear to ear.

【Tonight, I will let you know what "despair" is.! ! ! 】

After the words fell, "Anna" touched the ground with her thin arms.

In an instant, its entire body jumped up, carrying the heavy frame with it, and flew toward Anlos!

Anlos looked at "Anna" in mid-air, and his ice-blue eyes reflected the ferocious face that was approaching rapidly.

Are you so scared that you can’t even move?
Sure enough, he is just a weakling with a poor mouth!
Just before the portrait's sharp claws grabbed Anros, the white-haired boy made a nimble step, and the sharp nails scratched his clothes.

Just a little bit away from scratching him.

what? !

"Anna"'s eyes widened suddenly. Looking at the claws flying into the air, a strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in her heart!
But due to inertia, it cannot escape at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Anros waved the silver sword in his hand and struck it straight at it!

"Pfft!"

A crescent-like silver light flashed across.

With a thud, a head fell from mid-air to the floor and rolled twice.

Dirty paint spurted out from "Anna's" empty neck, staining the white sheets and clean floor.

Anros did not relax his vigilance and immediately jumped back.

Sure enough, the portrait's sharp claws followed closely, grabbing the spot where he had just stood, plowing three dents into the bedside table, and sawdust flying. Losing the head is not a fatal injury to [Portrait].

Their blood is the paint and their skin is the canvas. As long as they have enough nutrients, they can regenerate indefinitely.

the only thing to fear
"Snapped."

Anlos raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, orange flames shot up from the head on the ground.

It's flame.

【Ahhhhh——! ! ! 】

"Anna's" head screamed miserably and rolled on the ground.

The turbid paint flowed out, swallowing each other with the flames, and bright and dark intertwined with each other.

A thin stream of sweat broke out on Anlos' forehead.

"call!"

The flames were eventually extinguished.

The head was burnt black and pitted, and its original appearance could not be seen.

A scarlet vortex twisted and opened, letting out a terrifying scream:

[I'm going to kill you, kill you, kill you! ! ! 】

"A new way of expressing love?" Anlos chuckled, "Don't be so enthusiastic, I'll be embarrassed."

As he spoke, he swung his sword, and orange flames flew from the sword's surface, and even the moonlight was somewhat dispersed.

portrait:【.】

You don't have to.

It was frightened and didn't understand how a young master who had been bedridden for many years knew its weakness.

When it looked into those ice-blue eyes, it even felt like it was being seen through, as if everything about it had nowhere to hide.

And that sharp attack just now must have been a coincidence.

Otherwise, how could a sickly young master just avoid its claws?

It’s not like the group of fanatical believers from the Eternal Scorching Sun who specialize in hunting nightmares!
Thinking of this, the portrait felt a lot more at ease.

The vague feeling that the car was about to roll over was also forgotten - if it had such a thing.

【Next time, you won’t be so lucky! 】

Thick and turbid paint gushes out of the headless "Anna" in large streams, protecting it from the flames.

"brush--!"

Along with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the sharp claws attacked Anros again.

too slow.

Anlos thought.

Even though it's a little weirder than other [portraits], he's still a little monster at heart.

Not only are the movements stiff, but even the attack methods are so single.

Pounce from a distance, and swing your claws from a short distance.

He no longer knows how many [Portraits] he has killed, and he knows how to attack the portrait as soon as it raises its hand.

Quick fight.

The infection level has risen to 40%.

Just like being divided into two people, under the clear reason, a violent emotion rises.

Anlos held a sword burning with blazing flames and stepped forward directly.

As if after careful calculation, the moment "Anna" raised her hand, she directly struck the right angle and slashed upward!

"Pfft!"

A severed arm flew out in a rotation, and "Anna" couldn't help but twist her body in pain.

The next blow came one after another, and it had no choice but to roll sideways in embarrassment, and the orange-yellow flames burned a black mark on the canvas.

Even with such force, even the floor belonging to Anlos' dreamland was scorched.

"Haha."

Laughter sounded, "Anna" looked up, and saw an excited smile on the white-haired boy's face.

It's wrong. Anros, who has a nightmare dimension, is more terrifying than a fanatic believer.

Who is he?

At this moment, an emotion called "regret" emerged in the heart of the portrait.

(End of this chapter)