"Is he dead or ......"

Dupont squatted down and lifted a piece of skin, which was left after the head of the Divine Descent wanted to be crushed by Tang Luo.

"Listening to his words, it seems that he can still take revenge on us, maybe he won't die." Lola guessed.

"Or maybe it's just plain cruelty, probably waiting for some of his brothers to avenge him, and he's waiting for us in hell—after we're dead." Celicia said.

Expressions like "I won't let you go if I'm a ghost" or "I'll wait for you to go to hell together".

"Anyway, the World Destroyer has created bloodborne, these people are stronger than the High Demons, the exact number is unknown, and they will be our new enemies." Holt said, frowning.

Even if he had already reached a higher level, he didn't dare to say that he would be the opponent of the Divine Descent Desire.

How many such "people" are there?

Even if it is equal to the number of their generals, it is very bad news.

The only good news is the existence of Tang Luo.

Judging from the situation just now, he was able to single-handedly hang this Divine Descendant Desire to fight, and also forced the Bloodseed to become a tool to improve the strength of the five people.

With him, everything is secure.

Thinking like this, everyone's mood relaxed.

In this operation, the most obvious improvement is Holt and Dupont.

Originally, the strength of the five generals was about the same, even if Holt was slightly stronger, it was only stronger in the frontal battle.

After this battle, DuPont and Holt opened up some gaps with the other three.

The other three are no match for the two.

Lola and Clement also have some boosts, but not as noticeable.

As for Celicia, he felt that his goal could be changed, no longer to summon a hundred phantom warriors, but to update the "original painting" in "Paradise Lost" and draw Donlo!

Directly beyond the quantitative change, towards the qualitative change.

"Captain, where are we going next?" Dupont turned around and looked at Tang Luo and asked.

The same goes for the rest.

Tang Luo has completely proven his strength, this thigh, they hold it!

"Take your pick." Tang Luo said, "Choose the place where the world destroyer has appeared before, the place where the high-level demons have appeared, and the place where the number of demons is the largest. ”

To sum up, where there is danger, rush there.

Reckless past, if you don't die, you can't live.

As long as you do not die, you will do it to death.

"Good!" DuPont was in high spirits.

A few days later, on the slightly turbulent train, Celicia looked at Dupont and said, "Don't move around like a monkey. ”

"I didn't move."

"You moved, and your left eyebrow was raised." Selicia sat across from Dupont.

"Paradise Lost" opens, and he is painting a portrait of Dupont with a paintbrush in his hand.

"So you can find out?" Dupont said, "You can't do this small move, do you want me to be a statue?" ”

"If you could, you would be like Holt." Celicia said.

DuPont looked at Holt, who was as stable as Mount Tai over there, calm when he should be calm after his strength was improved, and hot-blooded when he should be hot-blooded, shaking his head again and again, saying that he couldn't learn.

"It's moving again."

Celicia reluctantly put down her brush, "It seems that it will take at least a month to finish." ”

"You weren't so slow before." "And I've been moving around before, haven't you drawn it too?" ”

"It was before, it's now, can it be the same?" Celicia said.

In the past, he had a bit of a hassle to draw DuPont, but it wasn't as difficult as it is now.

It took a few days to draw the outline of a face, the kind that even the facial features are blurred.

Now, with the improvement of DuPont's strength, it has become much more difficult to paint, and DuPont will make Celicia's "inspiration" "interrupted" and it is difficult to write.

"So, my Uncle Dupont is the strongest now?" DuPont triumphant.

Celicia put away Paradise Lost with a look of disdain and walked over to Holt's side.

DuPont will not be able to update the "original painting" for a while, so let's concentrate on drawing Holt.

Drawing Holt is no less difficult than DuPont.

But one thing that has the advantage of being able to stand still when needed – even on a train.

This made it less difficult for Celicia to paint.

In these two days, DuPont spent twice as much time as Holt, but the progress of the two was about the same.

Fortunately, Dupont is not useless, at least painting him can practice Celisia's painting skills.

Before becoming an exorcist, Celicia was a painter with average drawing skills, but not at all down.

Why don't you be down, just look at his handsome face, the favorite of the ladies.

Making money with her face and body, and then spending the money she earned from humiliation on her dreams, Celicia thought the experience would become extremely inspirational after becoming a famous painter.

Unexpectedly, he became an exorcist in advance before he became a famous great painter.

Then he became a general.

Speaking of which, even if he became a general, Celicia did not depart from his essence to a certain extent - relying on people.

He Selicia came out to mix, relying on all kinds of friends.

The more friends there are, the stronger the friends, the stronger he will be.

With this trait, Celicia is not like others, who need to rely on desperate efforts and the great terror between life and death to improve their strength.

If others improve, he can draw it, which is equal to the improvement of strength.

So, Celicia, who went out and relied on friends to exorcise demons, just glanced at Dupont with disdain.

Lola won't be polite to DuPont: "The strongest? Come, look at the captain and say that again. ”

Du Pont was stunned for a moment, and then retorted: "The strongest thing I said is the range except for the captain. ”

"Okay, then you look at Holt and say it again." Lola had bad intentions.

"We can practice against each other when we get out of the car." Holt smiled.

“……”

Celicia walked over to Holt and sat down across from her and opened Paradise Lost.

Holt moved a little earlier, and remained seated, allowing Celicia to spend ten minutes without a hitch.

After ten minutes of drawing, Celicia relaxed her hands, quite tired.

Then, he exhaled slowly, stood up, and walked to Tang Luo's side: "Captain, I'll try again." ”

Tang Luo, who had his eyes closed and looked like he was sleeping, said, "Feel free. ”

The power of merit is accumulating, and there is time for the vitality of heaven and earth, and there is no shortage of basic cultivation and recovery, and it is idle anyway.

Cultivating and recovering from injuries was never a painful process for Tang Luo.

Seeing Celicia sitting down, the four exorcists got together and discussed in a low voice: "How many strokes can he draw this time?" ”

"I'll bet three times."

"Two strokes, absolutely no more."

"Four strokes."

"I think, five strokes." Clement is the most confident in Celicia.

"Just two strokes, I'll treat you at night if you lose!" DuPont swears by it.

Even he can't draw it, but he can still draw the captain?

"Okay, please, in the evening." Lola agreed, lest Dupont repent.

The amount of food that exorcists eat is quite large, especially for these generals, if they can, they can not eat for three or five days or even a week, and only need to drink water, they can maintain considerable physical combat effectiveness.

But really let go of eating a meal, and the food consumed can be dozens of meals for ordinary people.

The average exorcist eats three or five times as much as an ordinary person.

A big expense for the Order is on food, not only to keep the exorcist well fed, but also to eat well.

DuPont really invited a meal, and the cost was not small.

Fortunately, the salary of an exorcist is not low, please be sure to be able to afford it, but it will bleed heavily.

There is a reason for these bets.

This is not the first time Celicia has tried to draw a Tonlo.

In fact, after fishing out the Divine Descent Desire, the first thing Celicia did was not to update the original painting of the two Holts, but to try to draw Donlo.

The first time I started writing, no, the first time I tried, Celicia can even be said to have not started writing at all.

He pinched the paintbrush and stared at Tang Luo for half an hour, stunned that he couldn't put it down.

After a day of rest, Celicia regrouped, and this time, he drew two strands of hair.

The third time, when everyone thought that Celicia could draw a third strand of hair, he drew another strand of hair and knelt down.

It's too hard to stand.

That's why Celicia made updating their portraits of DuPont a top priority.

As for Tang Luo's side, it has become a difficult challenge task, and it is earned to be able to draw one more stroke.

"Did you hear that?" Lola looked at Celicia and said, "Even if it's for DuPont's treat, you'll have to grit your teeth and draw more." ”

Celicia didn't respond, he had already entered a state of distraction, looking at Tang Luo, the heavy brush in his hand slowly fell.

Then, with a bang, draw a long line.

“……”

“…… A lump sum? ”

"Hahaha, I won!" DuPont laughed, "Have a good meal at night." ”

"It's so long, it should be counted as three." Lola was going to pay off on the spot.

"Hey!" "That's not going to work." ”

"It's—" Celicia's astonished voice interrupted the commotion.

Everyone was surprised to look over and see that on "Paradise Lost", the few strokes that Celicia had drawn with great difficulty were slowly disappearing.

"What does that mean?" Holt asked.

I'm very worried, it won't be Tang Luo's accident?

This is their strongest backer, and nothing can happen!

"Meaning, Paradise Lost can't carry the captain's phantom warriors." Celicia said.

As an exorcist and master of sacred weapons, he still feels like he has it.

"I couldn't help but 'improve' a little just now." Tang Luo opened his eyes and said, "Can't you draw?" ”

Can't help but elevate a bit?

Is it so easy to improve your strength?

The so-called ascension, of course, is the recovery of injuries, after all, he has accumulated a lot of merit power, Tang Luo cultivated pranayama, and felt that it was almost over, so he simply consumed a little, so that his upper limit of no injury reached 6.2 percent.

The result seems to have exceeded the ceiling of Paradise Lost.

As a result, what was drawn disappeared directly.

"Your sacred weapon doesn't work." Tang Luo commented.