24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

Bunyan ignored the wounds on his feet and ran after Jack.

"Jack didn't say that."

Little Jack and Bunyan ran all the way, raising a lot of smoke and dust, and disappeared after chasing each other.

"It seems... we have no choice but to go."

Illya looked at the direction in which Bunyan and Jack were escaping with a depressed expression, which was exactly the way Van Gogh left.

"Are they really masculine when they make such a fuss?"

Jason watched the fight between Benyan and Little Jack, and it was really an eye-opening feeling.

If an ordinary person were grabbed and pulled on the head by a giant like Bunyan, they would probably become enlightened.

And if Little Jack stabbed him with a dagger, there would be two big bloody holes anyway.

"Parris, boys should protect themselves when they go out."

Apollo also noticed that the level of the fight between the two friends was a bit too big, and he told Paris uneasily.

"I will pay attention! Lord Apollo!"

Paris nodded vigorously, determined to guard against Bunyan and Little Jack.

In the midst of this playful and chat-like exchange, everyone followed Van Gogh's footsteps, ignoring the ill-intentioned townspeople around them, and went directly to an inconspicuous corner of the small town of Salem.

There, there was a yellow house sitting on a vacant lot.

The windows and door openings of the house were like black whirlpools, the lines of the eaves and walls seemed not yet fixed, and the whole building was in a strange undulating state.

An eerie and terrifying atmosphere filled the air, frightening even the boldest Bunyan present.

"Welcome to my home..."

Van Gogh, who was leading the crowd from the front, cracked the corners of his mouth to reveal sharp fangs, and smiled with a hint of malice.

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Because Van Gogh's smile was so weird that it made the atmosphere at the scene become sinister.

After all, this was only the first time for everyone to communicate with her, and they had no idea what the nature of this so-called Clutier Van Gogh was.

In this atmosphere where it looked like they were going to turn against each other in the next second, all the heroic spirits present were fully prepared to face the battle.

"Miss Van Gogh...is this really your home?"

Illya held the wand tightly in her hand and looked at the yellow house behind Van Gogh with fear.

The painting style of that building is completely different from the real dimension, and it is as grotesque as the crazy graffiti done by a mentally disturbed madman in extreme despair.

It's hard to imagine that anyone dares to live in a place like this.

"Of course... how could I lie to others? Everyone, please come in quickly."

"Hey hey hey..."

"No, you're welcome."

Van Gogh's words are as magical as ever.

Especially when she smiled slyly, everyone got goosebumps.

"This is obviously a trap! No matter how you look at it, right?"

Jason pointed at the dark door. It was daytime when the sky was bright, but the dark house was like a black hole swallowing light, and it was impossible to see what was hidden in it.

Anyone who sees this kind of place, which is no different from a bottomless abyss, will probably have the first thought in their heart of refusing to enter.

After hearing Jason's judgment, although everyone politely did not agree with him out of respect for Van Gogh, the silence already meant that their views were basically the same.

"It's hard not to agree with what Captain Jason said. Who would want to go into this kind of scene that only appears in horror movies?"

"This place looks very similar to the "Yellow House" painted by Van Gogh during his lifetime, but it is countless times more absurd and weird than the painting..."

"Compared to Abigail, I feel that Van Gogh is more like the evil god himself. Although this guy looks normal, he is full of evil."

Since Van Gogh appeared on the scene for only a few ten minutes, people's perception of her has become very strange.

She seems to be a shy and shy girl, but she can be very outspoken in inexplicable places. She always laughs horribly or says things that can easily lead to misunderstandings.

"Cloutie, what's the point of teasing the children like this?"

"Since you want to help, why don't you just do it?"

"As the daughter of the ocean god Oceanus, she shouldn't even have this kind of tolerance."

Just when the heroes didn't know whether to advance or retreat, Apollo, the sun god who was the most senior and the most knowledgeable in the field, spoke to make a rescue.

He finally figured out that Van Gogh was deliberately creating a scary atmosphere, just to test whether these children had the courage to enter the yellow house.

"Say! What are you talking about! I'm not Cloutier, I'm Van Gogh!"

"Why...why do you need to mention that name? I obviously don't want to think of it."

"Hey hey hey...this must be, this must be...love!?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing Apollo call out the real name of the other half of his spirit base, Van Gogh's reaction became unexpectedly intense.

She raised the giant sunflower in the direction of Paris and screamed at the top of her voice.

"Um...she seems to be very angry."

Seeing that Van Gogh was showing signs of losing control of his emotions, Iskandar immediately stood in front of Paris.

As he expected, after a burst of venting mutterings, the sunflower in Van Gogh's hand actually started to spin like an electric lawnmower, and swooped down on the Apollo on Paris' head like a chainsaw. .

"careful!"

While everyone was exclaiming, Iskandar drew out his dagger at the critical moment and struggled to block the cutting of the sunflower in Van Gogh's hand.

But what is surprising is that even though Van Gogh was only half the size of the Conqueror, Iskandar, who was waiting for him, was still violently sent away, and a lot of sparks were generated between the collision of the weapons of the two sides.

"So strong and aggressive..."

After sliding out for nearly ten meters, Iskandar stabbed the dagger into the ground to stop his retreat.

"Miss Van Gogh! Please calm down!"

Illya completed the transformation as soon as the accident happened. She cut the light blade out of the wand in her hand and cut it in front of Van Gogh, trying to stop him from attacking Paris.

"Hey hey...it's useless, it's useless, it's useless!"

Unfortunately, Van Gogh seemed to have entered a state of madness because he was called out by the name of Clutier.

Sunflowers kept growing around her, and these things that looked like ordinary plants actually blocked the light blade shot by Illya.

"Her target is me! Paris, step aside first!"

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Seeing that Van Gogh's chainsaw was about to chop down the sunflower, Apollo jumped up to avoid the attack while letting Paris squat down.

One person and one sheep narrowly avoided this fatal attack by separating their head and body, but Van Gogh's attack was not over yet.

Colorful pigments continued to fall from the tail end of the giant sunflower in his hand. These viscous liquids floated in mid-air, and actually surrounded the jumping Apollo.

"Master Apollo!"

Paris couldn't care so much at this moment, and the siege bed crossbow transformed from the Noble Phantasm appeared in his hand instantly.

"Hit my enemy! The sun is shining brightly now! "The shining arrow of the sky!"

With this weapon of mass destruction, there is no need to aim at this distance.

Paris hurriedly recited the words of liberation of the Noble Phantasm, and the bed crossbow was automatically cocked without any operation, and a giant light arrow was shot out immediately.

"not good……"

Captain Nemo and Medea tried to stop them at the same time, but the arrows shot were like the water thrown out, and it was impossible to take them back.

The distance between Paris and Van Gogh is only a few meters. The time required for the arrow of light shot by this giant crossbow taken from the Trojan fortifications to cross this range is infinitely close to zero.

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A crisp sound of penetration rang out from the field. The sunflowers beside Van Gogh tried to resist this precious phantom, but obviously although they could block Illya's magic light blade, they could not stop it, which once killed the great hero Achilles. A surefire arrow.

In front of everyone's attention, Van Gogh's chest was penetrated by an arrow, and his entire upper body was almost blown to pieces, leaving only a little bit of flesh connecting his waist and abdomen.

"Wow……"

Van Gogh wanted to raise his hand, but the chainsaw sunflower left her powerlessly.

Not only that, a large mouthful of blood and flesh fragments spurted out of her mouth, and it seemed that she could not survive.

"Miss Van Gogh!"

"Van Gogh!"

"Cluttier!"

Amid everyone's exclamations, Van Gogh's body fell limply.

"me……"

Paris was like a child who had done something wrong. He dropped the crossbow in his hand at a loss and looked at Apollo with pleading eyes.

Because Van Gogh's attack just now was too fast and too urgent, the sun god Apollo seemed to be swallowed up, so he used the Noble Phantasm without authorization, but now the consequences... seem to be a bit serious.

"Princess Medea, please."

Although the Sun God was upset because the situation on the field changed too quickly, he had not lost the stability of the ancient god.

He immediately tried to pass through the colorful watercolors that surrounded him, allowing Medea to treat Van Gogh who was fatally injured.

"Um...this?"

But what surprised him was that even though Van Gogh was now no different than dead, the oil paints floating in mid-air were still tightly bound and he could not escape.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

The heart-chilling laughter rang out again, and Medea, who was about to step forward to rescue Van Gogh, quickly backed away.

"This...can actually still move!?"