"It's ...... What the? A soldier looked at his graffiti-turned hands with a look of surprise on his face. He didn't feel sad www.biquge.info the brush, but he couldn't see his body visually, and his body became some lines of bright colors, embedded in this world like an oil painting. Because some of the blurred colors in the oil paintings touched him, he could even see some of the oil paint dripping on his body.

"This is also ...... It's ridiculous...... "The soldier touched his face, looked at his companions again, and saw that everyone was the same as him. One by one, they showed exaggerated expressions that only appear in pictures.

"Where the hell are we and what have we encountered?" A soldier shouted, but his voice turned into a babbling voice, and he raised his rifle and pulled the trigger frantically. It was the petals that shot out of the muzzle.

"Open...... Just kidding...... "Looking at the petals flying in the sky, everyone was messy.

And in the rear, on the command vehicle of the giant snail boat, Lorcan's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. From this point of view, his body has also changed to the appearance of oil paint. But unlike ordinary people, the lines are clear and the structure is complete. If the change of ordinary people is abstract painting, his change is realistic oil painting.

But that doesn't change the reality that he's also caught up in this weird world. What made Lorcan even more troubled was that he couldn't detect the root cause of these changes.

Or rather, everything is normal, except, this sudden change in the world.

"Isn't the instrument responding?"

"No, Lord Loken, all scans are fine." A subordinate got up to answer, but a lot of oil paint dripped from his overly violent actions, leaving a section of the line connecting his legs missing. If this could not have happened in the past, but now that his body has become an oil painting, it naturally has the characteristics of an oil painting.

But because of this missing paragraph, something terrible happened. The subordinate's leg actually fell off, and he was afraid of rolling to the ground. The subordinate looked at the calf on the ground stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it was true.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. But the more it didn't hurt, the more scared he became, the more frightened he became.

This is just the leg, if he accidentally erases the line that outlines his neck, will the neck be broken? If you erase the line of your head, will you die?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Eventually, he let out an uncontrollable scream, staggering back a few steps, and crashing into some of the decorations on the wall. Sharp ornaments pierced through his back and out of his chest. He himself was also 'hung' on the wall. Blood spurted out, adding a layer of vivid color to the world of oil painting.

"That's nice...... Originally...... I still have blood...... My Blood...... It's still red......" The subordinate stared blankly at the blood stains he squirted, but a smile of relief appeared on his face. But what he didn't know was that this smile was so weird and terrifying under the outline of the oil painting.

He's dead......

His body began to blur, turning into a mass of indistinguishable lines of oil and color, gradually blending into the world. In just a moment, his presence vanished from Lorcan's eyes. Where is there a trace of a big living person?

"Hiss......" The sound of inhaling cold air suddenly sounded in the carriage, which sounded more like a gale.

Only Loken was still looking gloomily at the place where his subordinates had disappeared. Not the slightest bit moved.

The environment has not changed, and energy fluctuations have not. The veins of demonic energy cannot be detected, and even the thoughts are blinded. The death of a subordinate seems to be just an accident, but how can there be so many accidents in this world? This is the power of the devil, an attack that is beyond what is known.

Accidentally...... Scold......

No, wait...... Accidentally?

A twinkle flashed in Lorcan's eyes, and he felt as if he had grasped something. So he thought back to everything that had just happened, and gradually, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I see...... It was an accident.

That's right, the whole thing, the whole process of this subordinate, was not actually the cause of his death, what really killed him was that he retreated in a panic and crashed into the wall decoration. And the blood that gushed out at the end of him also shows that his essence has not changed, and he is still in the category of carbon-based life.

Then if you put aside the appearance, everything will be explained. The world in front of you is not what you see at all. What paint, what lines, and even disability after the lines are missing. It's all fake, fake! It's an illusion! It's a large-scale, well-hidden fantasy!

There is a man, no, a powerful demon that has enveloped this place with unprecedented power. The influence of everyone's thoughts and senses has created this illusion of super range and super effect. In this illusion, people are turned into pictures sketched in oil paint, which are not real, but only human brain waves. The lack of lines doesn't really break the leg or foot, it just blocks that part of the neurofeedback.

In other words, if that subordinate hadn't panicked and hadn't retreated, he wouldn't have died at all! Even the limbs were complete, and everything he saw was a modified illusion.

"Really...... A horrible guy. ”

Lorcan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after thinking about this, but then a faint sense of concern followed. The power of illusions is terrifying. Especially large-scale illusions. The wider the scope, the easier it is for the recipient to be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. And when the recipient is completely controlled by the illusion, the war is over.

It's a powerful demon, but Lorcan believes he won't be weaker than him. The problem is that he can't solve such an illusion.

He's good at frontal battles, but he's not good at this kind of weird ability game.

"How's the arena system?"

"Starting, need to warm up." One of his subordinates replied, seemingly noticing Lorcan's mood change, and he gradually regained his composure.

The human elites of the Wind Turbidity Domain are not waste, they are just not good at facing the brutal frontal battlefield, and if they are given a relatively 'safe' environment, their abilities are absolutely beyond the reach of any demon.

"Good." Lorcan nodded. "Give the order immediately, shrink the line of defense, and stay calm."

"Understood!"

"The rest, it depends on which side the time stands......" In the command room, Lorcan's eyes narrowed. He believed that such illusions were equally harmful to the demonic side. So at this time, the demon can't attack either. They waited for humanity to lose control, and themselves, waited for the arena to take effect.

No one is invincible, not even this unprecedented enemy.

Lorcan thought silently until an excited scream came from his ears.

"The arena is activated! We...... See!! ”