"As an actor, you lack the most basic logic, you have to ask questions one by one, about the first question, you can call me, Ash"

Like an opera singer, Ember moves with great grace, and even has a hint of pure Demacian accent in his voice. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If it weren't for this situation, Lines might have indulged in Ember's performance.

"But before I answer your second question, I also need to ask you a question - how did you just escape in the explosion. ”

How did you escape in the explosion.

To be honest, Lines doesn't even know it himself right now.

"The power of the ice vein, loosened. ”

Hadias said.

Ice blood?

Ever since it devoured the Crystal Bloodline, he had not been able to mobilize his power.

Thinking like this, Lines felt a coolness slowly dissipate within himself.

Ice bloodline?

Even so, Lines still couldn't relax at the embers in front of him.

"You killed the people at the inn just now?"

"Killing? no, no, no...... You may have some misconceptions about my work. ”

Listening to Lines's words, Ember covered his face as if to say in a "really layman" tone.

"I'm finishing an epic drama right now, and what you've just seen is just the first act in this play. ”

Drama?Act I?

What does this guy say again?

"From what I've observed, this guy is probably a lunatic, and the kind of madman who likes to label his actions as 'art'"

Hadias said as he stared at Ember.

"I've seen this kind of guy I don't know how much, but this guy's 'work'... Something special. ”

Still, Lines still had a dull pain in his stomach when he thought about the scene in the inn.

But Ember didn't seem to sense Lanes's strangeness, and continued his "speech"

"The work just now was just a little trick, but it was just the right opening play as an eye-catching prelude, and you see, how fierce the reaction of my audience was, they had already surrendered to my art. ”

Yes, vomiting and fear were violent reactions, but Lines didn't feel like they were surrendering.

It's the type that can't communicate...... The type that I hate the most.

If it were a normal situation, Lines would not want to provoke such a guy.

But the moment he raised his gun to himself, it was already a never-ending situation.

Werewolf bloodline activated.

Suddenly, every detail of Ember was in Lines's eyes.

The left hand is very sluggish, as if it is a mechanical limb, and the left foot, which should be immobile.

The weapon hanging next to his left leg seems to be a pistol-like weapon, plus one in his hand, is it a double gun?

These thoughts flashed through Rain's mind, but his body acted instinctively.

Melee combat.

As long as he gets close to the embers, he will be defeated.

"I forgot to tell you, Acrobat, Act II, has already begun......"

At this time, with a snap of Ember's fingers, several lotus traps appeared around Lines at some point, and they continued to bloom.

How...... How is it possible, when was this guy arranged?

"It's just a matter of setting up the stage, every artist knows the skills. ”

Then, with a slight movement of Ember's hand, the pistol on his left leg appeared in his hand.

"The appetizer is a minion who has been made into a picture scroll, and the second act, the boy who died in the fire, all this is arranged, now, let's paint it......"

Can't be hit.

Looking at the firearm in Ash's hand, Lines was extremely uneasy.

He's waiting for me to jump.

Although Lines could estimate the location of the Ember attack with his werewolf blood, the surrounding lotus traps had bloomed to the extreme, and Lines could already see the explosion crystal in the center of the lotus reacting violently with the surrounding air.

"My painting...... It's over. ”

As he spoke, a dark light struck Lines at lightning speed, and the color of oil paint formed a wall around Lines, trapping him inside.

"The paint prison will block out the heat of the explosion, but the impact will shake you into a pulp, and it will cleverly not destroy the paint prison, and eventually, you will collapse in the center of the explosion like mashed potatoes............ That's my second act ......"

Everything is going according to your imagination.

Everything is also carried out according to its own arrangement.

This is art, art at its best.

Bang!

The violent explosion blew the entire building into rubble, but for some reason, it didn't reach the roof where the embers were.

I'm afraid that it will be difficult for professional engineers to do this when they come here.

"Although it is an epic drama, if it goes too well, there is no suspense. ”

Looking at the ruins below and the people who were crushed under the rubble and groaning and screaming, Ember touched his chin as if he was thinking about something.

That angle is wrong?

That color block is not obvious?

That shadow is incongruous?

No, there is one of the biggest inconsistencies.

In the center of the explosion, there was not a trace of it.

Where did Rains, who was supposed to be turned into mashed meat, go?

At this time, in the alley next to the blasted ruins.

Call...... Call...... Call......

Lines leaned against the wall, panting, cold sweat already soaking through his clothes, sticky on his body, making Lines very uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare to gasp, for fear of being heard by the embers standing on the roof.

After all, it's a lot of effort to just stand now.

Launched again, that mysterious icy bloodline.

Looking at his hands, Lines thought.

Eerie blue.

It looks like it's made of ice, and it even exudes a chill

I've seen the same skin color on the Frost Witch myself.

At the moment of the explosion, Lines clearly felt that the ice blood spread from his body to his whole body, and the explosion around him seemed to freeze, frozen in the air, and at the same time, his body seemed to have turned into nothingness, passing through the oil paint prison.

Yes, it's like time travel.

But as soon as Lines hid in the alley from the center of the explosion and relaxed, the earth-shattering explosion was heard.

And his own strength was also emptied at this moment.

"Three seconds, boy, your body travels through time for three seconds. ”

Hadias couldn't contain his joy and said to Lines.

"Do you know what this means, this so-called ice bloodline can actually affect time. ”

Impact time?

Listening to Hadias's explanation, Lines was also stunned for a moment.

Although he is no longer the little beggar who doesn't know anything in the slums, he still doesn't know much about such unfathomable things as time