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

No matter what kind of physique he is, it is impossible to survive if his entire upper body is almost smashed by siege equipment.

Medea looked shocked, and the other heroic spirits also looked incredulous.

"I've got you, Apollo."

The oil paints surrounding the golden-horned lamb moved and flew in front of Van Gogh who fell to the ground.

Only then did she sit up, and people saw the injury on her chest.

As well as the ferocious and twisted yellow house behind it, and the nebula night sky that has replaced the blue sky and white clouds at some point.

"Miss Van Gogh, has she mutated?"

"No... this is the breath of imaginary life. There are fragments of the evil god in her spiritual base!?"

"Damn it, I should have realized this a long time ago... The reason why this guy can jump between the three inherent barriers is because she also has an EX-level inherent barrier!"

Illya, Medea and Captain Nemo spoke at the same time.

The surrounding environment changed rapidly due to Van Gogh's awakening. The bloody moon appeared in the sky like a bloody mouth, and the stars blinked manically with eyes full of greed.

The yellow house twisted into a smoky shadow, lighting up the entire strange world like a dark flame.

"Restless... restless..."

"The spiritual core is trembling as if it's about to bloom..."

"Why! Why! Apollo, God of the Sun, why are you always so aloof?"

The crazy Van Gogh's body was dyed a strange white color, and the wounds on his chest had long been filled with strange substances. His hands had turned into blooming sunflower bushes, and his whole body was strangely twisted into a hand and a floating in the air. Jellyfish-like creatures.

The words that came out of his mouth were even more chaotic, but the viewers in the BB live broadcast room relied on their extensive knowledge to deduce one or two things.

"I suddenly remembered... The sea fairy Clytie is also called the Sunflower Goddess. The origin of this name is because she was once the lover of the Sun God, but because the Sun God was empathic, she fell in love with the Persian princess Leukothoe. , Cloutie was abandoned on the ground, and could only look up at the sun god driving his carriage to rise in the east and set in the west all day long, and eventually became haggard and turned into a sunflower (sunflower)."

"Good guy, it turns out that Apollo is also a scumbag! Cloutie is the victim!?"

"Jason, Paris, Apollo, you all are fucking bastards who always give up!?"

"It's better now. The master of suffering came to the door and ran away violently."

"It's so strange that Van Gogh looks like this. Although he is very beautiful, he feels a bit mentally polluted..."

Looking at Van Gogh, who is facing the sun god and talking constantly, people's emotions are strange and complicated.

Prying into the grudges and grudges of ancient gods always gives people an unreal and absurd feeling.

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"Ah...ah hahaha..."

"That's where the deception ends."

"I have a pieced-together spiritual foundation, a cursed painter's memory, an unloved fairy soul, and a bad luck constitution that attracts evil spirits..."

Standing alone under the starry night sky, Van Gogh's figure is made even more monotonous by the yellow house.

Following her words, the atmosphere of the entire world became indescribable.

Twisted, crazy, weird.

Various fantasies appeared in front of the audience in the BB live broadcast room. Even the heroic spirits with mental resistance covered their heads in agony.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

"This is what the famous painter Van Gogh saw before he died. The planet opened his eyes, the moon grinned, and the night sky was filled with mist like water..."

"I have to paint...to depict the threads that transcend life and death under the starry sky,"

"What will happen... the writer can't guarantee it!"

"The other side of faith, romance, and visual traps! This is - "Starry Moon Night"! "

It is an EX-level inherent barrier, and it is an extremely offensive inherent barrier.

All the heroic spirits felt that their spiritual foundations were being eroded by evil power just by being in the starry night.

"The environment here...is worse than the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers. We can't last long!"

Captain Nemo shouted loudly, the shadow of the Nautilus appeared around him, but he was unable to summon it.

This inherent barrier is preventing other inherent barriers from unfolding.

"The evil god...it's not that interesting!"

"Let me, the king, see the so-called life outside the realm!"

"Is it also an existence that can be ravaged?"

Iskandar summoned the Divine Wheel, and the expanding divine thunder struggled to resist the invasion of evil forces.

There are scorching yellow sand and scorching sun around it, but like Captain Nemo's Nautilus, the King's army is hindered by the starry night and cannot fully turn into reality.

"No... Illya! Attack and defense are invalid. To deal with the inherent barrier, you can only use another inherent barrier or an anti-realm level treasure!"

Illya poured all her magic power into the ruby ​​wand, but the magic light blade she cut out could not fly far in the starry night world, and was swallowed invisible under the black starry sky.

"You go to Captain Nemo and the King of Conqueror first! Only there can we prevent the spiritual base from being contaminated!"

Apollo, the golden-horned lamb, was held by Van Gogh's flowers in his hands, but he didn't care about his situation and shouted at the children.

"Sun God...Sun God..."

"Whether you are with me again or not, the sunflowers will bloom for you all day long."

"It's fine now... Hahaha! Integrate with the Sunflower and become a true beacon soul!"

The alienated Van Gogh held Apollo high, and endless evil power crazily poured into the body of the sun god.

The night sky, stars, blood moon, yellow houses, and vast fields of sunflowers.

Van Gogh's colors dyed Apollo's white wool, making the sun god's golden eyes cloudy.

"Oops! She is guiding the evil god to come, and the sun god is going to become a container!"

Captain Nemo instantly realized what Van Gogh was doing and then deduced something more.

"Is that guy... the final resort of the evil gods on this island?"

"No wonder she always hangs out in the other three inherent barriers. It turns out that she is looking for a container for the evil god to come."

"The sun god Apollo has a complete divine class and is the best target to seize... But the Antarctic continent is in the middle of the day, and she can't unfold the starry night there at all, so she designed us to come here..."

Captain Nemo's deduction shocked all the Heroic Spirits and the audience in the BB live broadcast room. No one expected that in addition to the fairy tale town, the Antarctic continent and the court of trial, there was actually an EX level [ Starry Moon Night] is hidden in it.

"No...if the sun god Apollo is really taken away by an evil god, the sun in the history of pan-humanity may be devoured as a result!"

"Apollo is the god of concepts, and life outside the realm is best at eroding a thing conceptually."

"This crisis may also threaten the survival of pan-human history and be a huge disaster for the entire human race!"

Medea took Jason and hid next to Iscandar, and with a very terrible expression told what might happen after the Sun God was sacrificed.

"Could it... be like what is described in many science fiction novels, where the sun is swallowed by unknown creatures and then extinguished?"

"No way, what kind of monster can even swallow stars? Is this even more terrifying than the alien god cannibalizing Gaia and Alaya!?"

"I can only say... you haven't understood the Cthulhu Mythos. The big bosses in it are more powerful than the others. Let alone a star, it is normal for the entire galaxy to be polluted."

"It's over! It's over! It's over! Egg!"

"I didn't expect that before we saw any trace of the alien god, we would be facing an even more evil and unspeakable thing!?"

Seeing the golden-horned lamb being polluted, the heroic spirits and the audience all let out unspeakable sighs.

Compared with the arrival of the nameless creatures in the Cthulhu Mythos, the invasion of the three Lostbelts seems like a child's play.

Only now do people realize that there are too many things that can threaten the survival of the world, or that the development direction of the world has long been beyond human control.

"Lord Apollo! What to do... what to do... we have to find a way to save Lord Apollo quickly!"

Paris was completely panicked. He never thought that one day he would see the noble Sun God being put on the altar with his own eyes.

Van Gogh actually wanted to empty out the priesthood of the sun god and let indescribable things from outside the world enter the world through Apollo's body.

"Nautilus! Come out!"

Captain Nemo also knew the seriousness of the matter and tried to activate the Noble Phantasm to summon the Nautilus.

But now he is just an ownerless heroic spirit connected to the earth's veins. The maximum magic output is fixed at the prescribed threshold, and he is simply unable to perform miracles like explosive seeds.

"No... Xingyue Ye's space is too stable, completely suppressing other inherent barriers!"

The problem Iskandar faces is almost the same as Captain Nemo. If the master provides magic power, at a certain moment the heroic spirit can use an output level beyond the normal level.

But the strength that the ownerless heroic spirit can exert really depends entirely on the heroic spirit itself.

As the embodiment of legends and the inscribed nodes of history, heroic spirits have fixed power and spiritual base size. It is extremely difficult to surpass themselves.

"No! You can't do this! Miss Van Gogh, please wake up!"

Illya did not follow Apollo's advice and go to Captain Nemo or Iskandar. She was wrapped in a strong magic storm and flew upstream towards Van Gogh, who was holding the golden-horned lamb high.

"Hahaha...what do you know? I'm just a monster made up of things. No one will like it and no one will care."

"This world is already in chaos, making it as strange as me..."

"Isn't it very good? It suits...hehehehe..."

Not paying attention to Illya's advancement, Van Gogh quietly admired the golden-horned lamb in his hands that began to become distorted.

Endless evil power gushes out of it, like a loophole in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers being opened, and the breath of life outside the realm is constantly eroding in.

Various strange creatures and scenes emerged in the starry night, including broken and rotating windmills of flesh and blood, thick stone dolls made of concrete, and flying insects with human faces mating with each other.

They gather in groups and are unrestrained. They are indescribable things that are difficult for humans to look directly at.

"Miss Van Gogh! Have you forgotten! The time when we painted patterns on the doors of every cottage in the fairy tale town!"

Illya stands in front of numerous imaginary lives, as if she is a flower blocking the tide, and may be shattered by the huge waves at any time.

"The Miss Van Gogh I saw! She is definitely not such a self-destructive person!"

"But a more childlike, more smiling, and kinder existence!"

"So - please! Turn your head and look here! Miss Van Gogh who likes to draw!"