"Smack!"

Ember in the armor of the Black Knight looked at the strange world in front of him, his gaze unusually calm.

In Ember's eyes, the painting world, which should have been based on cold, is now only a boundless blood.

Whether it is the plains at your feet or the mountains in the distance, the surface is covered with a thick layer of blood-colored viscous liquid like a fungus blanket.

And on top of these 'blood-colored fungus blankets', there are also 'eggs' composed of the same viscous blood-colored mucus.

The surface of the egg is covered with intricate blackened blood vessels like tree branches, and the inside of the egg seems to be pregnant with life.

Mr. A's final death-defying counterattack should not have succeeded.

He could dodge it with a single roll.

But I was careless by the 'painting world', and I didn't flash.

But.

This in itself was expected by him.

Anyway, he was going to enter this world of painting.

The only regret.

There is also a fish in the basement that did not come to deal with it.

But it doesn't matter.

Anyway, he had called the police before he came.

Counting the time, the Night Church should have arrived, right?

Ember thought, casting his gaze to the mountains in the distance.

There was no retreat behind him.

The painting he saw was not really a painting world, it was just a corner of the painting world.

So the painting is just a one-way door, only allowed to enter, not to exit.

But since there is an entrance here, there must be other exits.

Even if he couldn't find it, he still had to return the bone fragments.

And for now.

The most likely place for an exit is the mountain in the distance.

Ember thought for a moment and began to make his way towards the mountains in the distance.

And what Ember didn't know was.

Shortly after his departure.

A mass of flesh suddenly appeared where he was from, and then quickly began to absorb the blanket of flesh and flesh covering the ground, and continued to 'grow and develop'.

……

"Just gone?"

In the basement, Lanrius hadn't recovered yet.

Just now, I watched Mr. A push Xun Zijin into the painting in the way of dying together.

It's just that when his eyes came into contact with the frame, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Of course he knew what it was.

The reason why Mr. A was sure that he could run with him was because he hoped for the magical power contained in this painting.

But Laneus didn't want to go with Mr. A.

After all, he'd rather be caught than stay with a bunch of crazy people like the Aurora Society!

Don't look at Mr. A's desperate attempt to take the 'Black Knight' away just now, but Lan Erus clearly knows that Mr. A is not protecting 'Lan Erus' at all, but the 'True Creator'!

But anyway.

At least now he has really gained freedom.

Lanerus grinned, wanting to laugh out loud.

But when he felt the strange touch coming from his abdomen, his face turned gloomy again.

Mr. A, who imprisoned him, is dead, and the people who came to hunt him down have disappeared from the world in the painting.

Now there is no one to threaten him.

He can go wherever he wants!

But the shadow of the 'true Creator' still lingers like an appendage.

If he can't solve the hidden dangers left by the 'True Creator' on him, in a few months he will completely become the carrier of the True Creator's coming, and he will still not be able to escape the haze of death!

"Gotta Find a Way to Get Out of His ......"

Lanerus stretched out his palm and stroked his chest, his angular face still shrouded in a haze, cloudy and uncertain.

For the true Creator to come to its entirety, it takes a great deal of pessimism, despair, numbness, resentment, and primal evil.

Only Beckland, only the East End, the Factory Zone, and the Wharf District could meet His requirements.

Case.

As long as you stay away from Beckland, away from these places full of despair, you can greatly delay the arrival of the true Creator.

In the meantime, he has always found a solution.

"The most important thing now, though, is to get out of here as soon as possible."

Lanrius took a deep breath and walked slowly to the stairs leading to the first floor.

The battle between Mr. A and the 'Black Knight' just now was fierce.

But their killing moves are all aimed at completely killing each other, and there is no large-scale, indiscriminate killing.

In addition, in order to imprison him, the human carrier of the true creator, the basement was originally made of special materials.

Therefore, he can still stand strong after completely withstanding the aftermath of the battle between the two.

And as long as the house is not damaged and the movement is not too large, it will not arouse the alarm of the extraordinary people of Beckland.

If nothing else, he can leave quietly.

Of course.

The premise is that there are no accidents.

However, it is impossible not to be surprised.

As soon as he walked out of the basement, Lan'erus's expression froze completely.

Because in the room above the basement, an old man with a beardless face and deep eyes seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

He wore a black and red clergyman's robe, and wore five dark emblems on his chest.

Lanerus recognized him and memorized his information in Mr. A.'s semi-forced indoctrination.

Anthony Stevenson.

The archbishop of the Diocese of Beckland of the Church of the Night, a demigod of Sequence 3!

"Where's Ash?"

Anthony stared coldly at Laneus.

“……”

Lan Erwus had a chill down his spine and a cold sweat flowing.

The other party's single look can make him unable to move.

Even if he still has the 'True Creator' hole card, the demigod in front of him is a Sequence 3 demigod!

If the real creator comes forward, the demigods of Sequence 3 are nothing more than chickens and dogs, and there is no evidence at all.

But after all, he is only a carrier, not the real creator!

Even if he unleashed the power of the True Creator now, it would be impossible for him to resist the other party.

But he couldn't understand why the other party came so quickly?!

A hint of bitterness tugged at the corner of Lan'ery's mouth.

He knew that there was no way out of it, and being captured by the Church of the Night was his only ending.

He's not reconciled!

finally escaped from the wolf's den, thinking that he would be free, but he just got out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den.

But what if you are not reconciled?

Could he still expect another demigod to descend from the sky and step on the colorful auspicious clouds to save him?

"It's simply not realistic."

Just when Lanerus desperately wanted to give up resisting, reality slapped him hard.

Beckland did not have a demigod who stepped on colorful auspicious clouds, but there was a demigod who stepped on a pea.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the pea vines, which seemed to weave a ladder to heaven, fell from the sky and weaved into a dense forest, completely enveloping the entire house in the world of pea vines.

Lanerus only felt a flower in front of him.

At some point, a pair of slender legs in black leather boots appeared in front of Lanrius.

He subconsciously looked up.

A woman dressed in a white Intis shirt and a dark black jacket with a thin sword at her waist sits on a hammock-like chair made of pea vines hanging from the ceiling.

"Give him to me, I owe the Night Church a favor."

The lady's long chestnut hair was naturally draped, and her blue and deep eyes looked over, and she spoke softly but without emotion.

"Nope."

Anthony looked at her deeply and said calmly, "This is the trophy of His Excellency Ash, and no one can take him away without His Excellency's permission!" ”

The lady saw Anthony's resoluteness and frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about the cost of doing it.

The two competed against each other, and neither of them would back down.

But Lang Erus, who was trembling in the middle, seemed to see a glimmer of light.

"Fight, fight!"

Lanerus was full of hope that as long as these two men fought, he would have a chance to escape!