【Eternal Hunted Virgin Mary】

One of the best views in Siberia and, at the same time, one of the forbidden places in the top-secret archives of the Republic of the Red Star.

It is said that there was once a legendary powerhouse who came here with a brigade of sappers to search for minerals. In the end, they only found a few scraps.

Lu Ping'an stretched out his hands and made a gesture to take pictures with a camera.

And in the space between the hands was the figure that was still crying.

In just ten minutes, the same scene has appeared three times. Each time, her death is different, and the only thing she has in common is the "sorrow" and "despair" that seem to be invaded by the extraordinary.

In order to get more information, Lu Ping'an released several batches of dogs that had been insulated, and watched some of them go crazy after screaming.

Part of them went crazy in advance, trying to save the woman who was being chased by the beasts, and then was torn to pieces by the monsters.

It is not a special case that cats are so ready to move, even if the road is safe, there are also some impulses to "save the game".

He could even feel that it was a transcendent factor.

"Is this a trap?"

If it's a trap, this efficiency is a bit subtle.

"No, she just longs for redemption, it's just that her emotions 'infect' the mortals around her."

The big cat sighed and said.

In fact, she has almost analyzed everything, this is the scenery of the end of the world, and it is also the scene of the "saint" in front of her when she was dying.

Obviously, she, or it, has suffered an end, and the scene in front of her should be a repeat of her death.

Whatever power she gained, she was clearly tied to the same day.

"Is there sense? Can you communicate? ”

"It shouldn't be, it should have died a long time ago, and even if it hadn't died, it would have gone crazy a long time ago, and it would have been completely hopeless. Maybe it's just some scum now. ”

In Chrissy's judgment, this is the remnant of a "high pollution source", a strange source that constantly plays the end of her apocalypse.

Save? It has long been completely mutated, turned into a monster, and then became a monster of scum decades or even a hundred years ago, what to save.

It's just repeated, like an auto-playing cassette.

"Looks like I've gone for nothing."

Chrissy sighed, the strength of the monster in front of her is not low, but since those "monsters" may not be alive, the possibility of genes being used is too low.

"No, I think it works"

The "camera" gesture was completely released, but Lu Ping'an silently took out an easel and began his sketching in a scene that outsiders could not understand.

Chrissy walked over, stunned with just one look

"The painting sucks."

Lu Ping'an paused and bowed his head helplessly.

You know, the focus is always on who is drawing (writing) and what is written."

Although the painting skills are very bad, the emotional color is good, this kind of complete helpless despair. Hey, it looks like you were miserable back then. ”

Little Chrissy shook her head and waged her tail, she was actually quite appreciative.

In the "paintings" of Ping'an in front of you, they are simple and crude, representing the black of death, the gray representing despair and numbness, and the white representing the world.

But on the road Ping'an this painter. Under the "output" of a sixth-order scholar, anyone can feel the despair in it

Hopefully? There will be no salvation for it, it is gone. ”

"Oh, what is in the painter's painting is not necessarily the thing in the painting. It has nothing to do with me whether it is saved or not, but I am"

Looking at the "little guy" who reacted on the side and instantly became grinning, Lu Ping'an shrugged his shoulders.

The remaining words "I was saved by hope in despair" were too mocking, so they were simply omitted.

But at this moment, Lu Ping'an did record the desperate scene and gave his own hope.

"Jing?"

"Well, but more than that."

It's not hard to guess that Lu Ping'an's first core combat ability is "Jing".

But the previous scene is a part of the gardener's path, and the only thing that can hold it is the magic plant, and it is too "realistic".

He just borrowed that part of his professional ability, made a "blank space", and then wrote his own content into it.

"Luna?"

"Heh, I can't hide this from you?"

In the courtyard, the "mirror", a fragment of the world, was once again digested for more than half of it.

In Lu Ping'an's eyes, the posture and despair of the "nameless powerhouse" in front of him have been reflected in it, and he easily "copied" this "despair".

Understand, imitate, copy, and then, rewrite.

The conceptual level is simple and straightforward, and Lu Ping'an's three paths of "gardener", "scholar" and "runner" are combined together, and his wish can also be realized.

Lu Ping'an happily painted, the gray of despair more and more, it was sad and desperate, and it was also the color of the monsters.

Death, more death, Lu Ping'an casually took out a golden cup, and turned the black liquid in it into a material representing corpses and death.

A painter can paint things that don't exist.

One by one, one by one, the corpses and stumps of the woman's kindred, appeared on the drawing paper.

In the end, a large amount of white, a snow-colored white, a white that swallows everything, gives the most merciless numbness and response.

There is no salvation, no hope, not even a second living creature exists.

And in the middle of the drawing paper, the woman who was supposed to be crying, Lu Ping'an did not start the pen. He even painted her crying, but he didn't fill in his portrait.

"You're going to put the finishing touch, you're going to take your time?"

Looking at the elated Lu Ping'an in front of her, Chrissy was a little surprised, it was the first time she saw Lu Ping'an with such a happy expression.

In that complicated expression, there was some frustration, some helplessness, perhaps, powerlessness against reality.

But the corners of the mouth that were slightly raised seemed to be a little proud and a little satisfied.

"Needless to say, the importance of nuclear weapons is directly related to your success or failure, and it is good to be cautious"

In the next second, Lu Ping'an directly dropped the pen.

"I know how important it is, and I know my level, so I didn't plan to paint."

So, how do you fix it?

Just when the well-informed big cats were confused, Lu Ping'an walked down.

He walked straight towards the weeping witch, one step, the transformation of the giant, one step, the transformation of the flames, the one step, the embodiment of war and death.

So, dragging her into the painting, isn't it all solved?"

[Host, obtain a mixed class Despair Painter, and the expected class strength is silver on the top. 】

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