Traveler, High School Student, Homeless

That's right, it's dead.

The second high-level magic weapon that Jiang Ming spent a lot of money refining recently has the power far beyond the low-level magic weapon insoles. Its lethal smell will directly destroy the senses of the person who inhales the gas when it is completely released. , and even destroy its brain function in one breath, killing it completely.

The sound of wailing kept ringing, and the smell released by the insole in Jiang Ming's hand had drifted far beyond imagination, and even if this thing was diluted thousands of times, it was still a nasty thing that could easily stun or even leave lifelong disabilities.Under normal circumstances, Jiang Ming will only activate the power of this thing at about 0.05% to ensure that he will not cause too serious damage. full power.

"It's scary, what the hell is this?"

Joseph stared blankly.

"It's used to deal with but...che, the impact of consciousness fusion (whispers), it's just a weapon, and I wouldn't use it under normal circumstances."

Jiang Ming shook his head and explained.

[Why, why did it become like this? ! 】

An angry voice suddenly sounded at this moment.

[What is this, using this kind of joke to insult such a real art? 】

The painter seemed to have become extremely enraged.

"This is the real art of a hammer. The cavalry in your real cold weapon battlefield is charging behind the infantry? One is sprinting at full strength and the other is walking forward. That slow-motion sprint looks like a Ubisoft game, and it also puts the Crusaders and Green Cults together. Is it pure ignorance, or are you adding all kinds of elements indiscriminately? Let me say, you are afraid that you just randomly searched for things on the Internet and added them indiscriminately, right? "

Jiang Ming finally couldn't help complaining.

【…】

The painter's voice stopped at this moment.

The empty field full of soldiers became quiet at this moment.

Then, there was a violent tremor that shook the entire earth.

[Insulting my art, so insulting my art, really?What I draw is real! 】

[At first, I thought it was just a rat who didn't know how to appreciate it, but now it seems that it is basically full of smelly garbage, oh, why is there always so much garbage, do nothing to occupy the top, wantonly insulting the real valuable art? 】

[Since you insult my art so arrogantly, I will let you witness more real and beautiful things, and let you die ugly in my art! 】

Everything around has changed again at this moment.

Art?What happened just now, could it be a certain scene he drew?

Jiang Ming thought in his heart.

In just the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment has completely changed.

What emerged this time was a gorgeous city, with a variety of architectural styles piled together to form a variety of houses.

But on the street, there were countless rotting corpses lying on the ground. The stench continued to waft, and there was not even a single living person in the entire street.

【Every painting is my life】

【Every piece of art is my wonderful display】

【And all of these are turned into real existence in my writing】

[And you are destined to die in my art and become a part of this reality! 】

The painter's voice echoed arrogantly in the sky.

Chapter 110 Three: The Unreal and the Purple of the Hermit

"Are you sure they disappeared here?"

Kamijou Touma looked left and right outside the door of Jiang Ming's room, then turned to Kujo Jotaro and asked.

"Well, it's just a matter of turning around, and both of them are gone."

Nodding his head, Kujo Jotaro said with his brows furrowed.

"It's a trick of space transfer."

Virgil, who was also observing at the door, spoke after a little thought.

"There are traces of disorder in the space, they were transferred to a certain space."

Because of the long-term use of Yan Mo Dao, Virgil, who is very sensitive to changes in space, quickly noticed the abnormality.

"Can you find them, Virgil?"

Kamijou Touma's eyes lit up and immediately asked.

"I'm afraid not."

However, at the next moment, he got a negative answer.

"The traces of space do not mean that you can capture them if you want to capture them. Moreover, there are traces of multiple layers of space compounding. In order to prevent the traces from being captured, the other party should have set up multiple layers of space transfer. Even I need at least several layers. It takes hours to decipher its source."

"Oh, a smart guy."

Virgil's laughter became dangerous.

"Doesn't that mean that Jiang Ming can only rely on himself now?"

Kamijou Touma couldn't help but worry.

"No, it doesn't have to depend on me to get his position."

Virgil who said so turned his head to look at Fuko who was standing not far away.

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"What the hell is this time?"

Jiang Ming looked at the street full of corpses in front of him.

"I don't know, it feels like the plague is coming."

Joseph stroked his beard and said in thought.

[This is the "Black Death" I created. Death is the beauty eulogized by art, and this city of the dead is the pinnacle of my artistic career.]

The intoxicated voice sounded again at this moment.

"What about the Black Death? Is it the plague? I remember that the name Black Death usually refers to the great plague in the Middle Ages in Europe, right?"

Jiang Ming pointed to the building on one side.

"Then why is there a Roman Colosseum here, and it is still intact? Although my history is not very good, I remember that the ancient Roman Colosseum was shaken into ruins by an earthquake in the Middle Ages. Is there something wrong with the history of the other world? , or is your brain too outrageous?"

From the very beginning, there was a feeling that I couldn't help but complain.

If the shadow I met last time was pure bad and stupid, then this shadow is a bit Joey in the head, something wrong.

[Nonsense!The frames I create are always the most authentic and perfect! 】

The man who was still intoxicated just now was instantly exploded at this moment, and roared furiously.

The corpses on the ground came alive one after another, with their rotting bodies roaring towards Jiang Ming and Joseph.

[Don't humiliate my art! ! ! 】

The dense crowd of corpses reminded Jiang Ming of the movie "World War Zombie" that he had seen in his first life.

"Ah, the next thing is to deal with this kind of thing?"

Joseph clenched his fists tightly, and Jiang Ming vaguely felt that there seemed to be some kind of power circulating in the old man's body.

"Don't bother, the previous army has some problems, but if it's just this kind of thing—"

Jiang Ming took a step forward.

click-

In front of the instantly collapsing ground, the group of corpses that charged up first fell to the ground amidst the miserable sound of bones breaking, distorted and unable to stand.

Gravity was changed at this moment, some kind of strange force penetrated into the air, and instantly pressed the land within dozens of meters down several centimeters, a large number of living corpses were directly crushed to the bones of their bodies, and fell to the ground unable to move .

"Anyway, I'm still a cultivator. Although I usually play in the support position, don't underestimate me."

The spiritual power dissipated and turned into a domain-like spiritual power area here.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual power quickly gathered again, condensed between Jiang Ming's fingers, and then exploded.

"This trick, let's call it Lingbo, and give it a less ostentatious name."

boom -

Together with the two houses, the light surged up at this moment, penetrating through and destroying a large number of corpses.

"And for this move, call it Lingluo. Although I got the inspiration from Virgil's move, it's still my own move, and it still has some originality in it. what."

Immediately afterwards, the gathered spiritual power turned into a rain of arrows and fell from mid-air, and then exploded the moment it landed.

The group of corpses that rushed up in the second wave was almost completely wiped out at this moment, and there were not even intact corpses left, all of them turned into crumbled pieces of flesh.

And on the smashed ground that was bombarded by successive attacks, among the scattered cracks, you can see a white hole below, like paper that has not been colored, and you can't see any color smears.

"Jiang Ming, you have such a powerful ability."

Joseph stared at Jiang Ming in surprise.

"Compared to my two friends, she's actually quite weak, but it's no problem to deal with such a small scene."

Jiang Ming replied with a smile, and took back the spiritual power that escaped from him back into his body.

"The problem now is that no matter how we deal with these things, the big problem is that we can't get out of this damn place."

Said, Jiang Ming looked around, the third wave of corpses gradually gathered.

"Well, that's true, but Jiang Ming, the few conversations you had with that guy just now, gave me a little idea."

Joseph, who said so, turned his eyes and looked at the sky.

"Hey, um, call a painter. Although I don't know much about art, I can use my own paintbrush to create a world. I must admit that you are a very powerful guy and deserve admiration."

[Although it's a bug, I still have a bit of vision, but you don't think I'll let you go like this, do you? 】

The voice with vague arrogance and disgust sounded immediately.

Hmph, sure enough I will answer.

The corners of Joseph's mouth curled up slightly.

"Although it is admirable, but ah, if you can't even do basic common sense well, what you draw is actually not the real world at all, it's just something you think you are right, since you are only doing self-entertaining imagination and Fiction, why do you have to say that what you draw is the real world?"