Evil dragon? It's me, Godzilla!

The dead body was buried, and the dead body was buried.

"Praise, because we will surely let this world return to the real heaven..."

A man, not tall, about thirty or forty years old.

The sealed space was dim and dark, with only eight oil lamps emitting stubborn light, faintly illuminating something beyond the ordinary people's endurance.

And he just slowly stretched out his hand towards the pile of meat in front of him, which looked like something that was stacked together.

The skin, flesh, tendons and bones were like plasticine, and his hand easily sank into it, and his fingers deftly shuttled through the flesh and blood, provoking blood vessels and avoiding bones.

He used an operatic tone, his feet seemed to be dancing, he muttered something, he used the hand of his soul to pluck the vocal cords, and gently probed into the warm chest...

He pinched the heart:

"Lament, we are still looking at the false fallen supreme heaven..."

"Ah..."

Hands fluttered like butterflies, the silk needles composed of black breath pierced the skin and flesh, and shuttled between bones and flesh. He was like directing a band to play, using his baton to freely express his emotions in the flesh and blood.

"Woo..."

Pinching the heart, pulling open the intestines, gently tapping the spinal cord, discarding all the superfluous things, and shaping it into a more perfect form in the process.

Yes, more perfect!

The man gently directed the muscle fibers, blood vessels, etc., weaving them into a more reasonable and perfect form, guiding them to climb back on the more beautiful bones, so delicate that it was like carving flowers on a grain of rice.

"But the time of return is imminent! Give them an eightfold tribute!"

His expression became more and more fanatical, and he murmured while gently stroking his hand. The blood flowed back into the flesh obediently, and the cut wound closed like a petal, sticky and wet.

"Ahhh... Ahh ... The originally twisted and ugly things, under his shaping, shed their impurities again and transformed into a form that deserves to exist. Every existence that was once contrary to each other now perfectly embraces each other.

The man has great expectations for the appreciation session after each creation. What could be more proud than letting ugly things transform into gorgeous postures in his hands?

"I am an artist."

The man seemed quite sincere when he said this. He was not pretending, but believed it from the bottom of his heart.

He continued to talk to another piece of art created by his hands without getting tired of it. This scene has been staged so many times that he can't remember:

"Do you know? I have appreciated many so-called works of art, famous paintings, sculptures, buildings..."

As the man spoke, he casually poured magic power into the strange instrument next to him that seemed to be breathing. The energy veins like blood vessels gathered at the center, slowly flowing through and activating those unheard-of strange runes.

The strange instrument stretched out a dense number of syringes, connected to hoses, and even revealed a rotating eyeball deep in the gear, which was inserted into the pile of things.

"Later, I felt that those things were too superficial! How long did it take for humans to be born and recognize the concept of "self"?"

He operated a huge instrument that looked like a pipe organ, and the various buttons below were integrated into black and white piano keys.

He played the piano with ten fingers, operated the machine, and pumped out various liquids, unknown reagents, and even strange blood.

"Woo woo woo... Ao oo oo oo!!!"

The pool of things on the ground that should have been called human beings, under the action of strange power and unknown reagents, the originally torn flesh was strangely and harmoniously stitched together, and he gradually whimpered a completely alien sound.

The body also swelled strangely, and its body underwent drastic changes, and many obvious characteristics including human beings were reflected on it.

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The strange octagonal pattern on the ground was emitting a faint fluorescent light, fluctuating like breathing.

Seeing this result, the man nodded with satisfaction, and continued in a high voice: "How long did it take to realize this step and deliberately pursue art? In other words, how long is the time scale of human achievements?"

"Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? Or more? Wrong, all wrong, everything we have is just a poor imitation of the supreme art that has already been born!"

Still continuing to operate the strange machine, the gears are engaged, and the dark red flesh and blood inside can be vaguely seen between the piston pumps. In conjunction with the huge ritual altar branded on the ground, the evil creature with a very distorted appearance continues to sublimate.

The power that is no longer within the scope of magic quietly fills the dark space around it, and with the ritual with a strong directionality as the guide, it continues to distort it towards the limit of human cognition.

"What's the answer? It's obvious! It's life!"

"Yes! That's right! Even if it's measured in tens of thousands of years, how many tens of thousands of years did it take for the entire world to create the greatest miracle of life and the greatest work of art?"

"The cognitive scope of humans is too small! The art that humans talk about is just a little extension of life!"

"When I realized that the art created by crickets is not worth mentioning... How could I be willing?!"

The man did not hide the excitement, enthusiasm, and even madness in his tone. In order to pour out his feelings, he even had dense cracks on his body.

Each crack was like a mouth. You could even see teeth and tongue inside, and even organs that shouldn't appear in the mouth were trembling with excitement.

He almost shouted with thousands of tongues all over his body! It seemed like something was squirming under the skin, and it was unknown what was wrapped inside the epidermis.

But the man still protected his appearance very well, and continued to make his own crazy and arrogant remarks. Although he still had only one mouth, he was still dancing with joy:

"So in order to explore higher art, I thought of a wonderful way, which is... um?"

The man's passionate movements paused for a moment. According to the arrangement set in advance, someone knocked on the door of his house outside.

Who was it?

Slightly dissatisfied, interrupting his creative state, if he wanted to mobilize again, it would not be possible to do it in one go like before.

But he felt that he should have the cultivation of an artist, so he couldn't get angry casually, so he put on a black woolen coat and a small hat.

He picked up the cane next to him and slowly left the basement with an oil lamp.

"I remember that this should have been private land... so why would someone knock on the door?" The man turned his head strangely in place and walked up the stairs slowly.

Oh, by the way, the person who just joined "himself" is a relative, or maybe a descendant. How could he forget to handle interpersonal relationships? He must have been too obsessed with art recently and a little forgetful.

But forget it, it disturbed my wonderful artistic creation...

Then I'll use him to practice my skills as the situation requires.

Thinking so, he straightened his collar according to his new memory, walked out of the secret room and re-controlled the mechanism to block the original passage.

The dark light on his hand flowed slightly. The last trace was completely wiped out. Now, he could receive the guest who might be his family.

His leather shoes deliberately made a sound on the floor, and he knocked with his cane: "I didn't inform the guard that there would be any guests coming today, so the uninvited guest..."

He walked through the corridor, walked past the lifelike stag head sculpture, and stopped at the door: "Then who are you?"

He didn't get any answer as expected, but the other party knocked on the wooden door in front of him quickly, clanging in front of him.

This made him frown, and he felt very embarrassed... He vaguely felt something was wrong.

"Impolite guests... maybe you shouldn't be guests." He frowned, pushed the octagonal amulet deeper into his body, and expanded his perception.

"... Bing Lisi, don't..."

"..."

The two people outside the door seemed to be arguing about something. This kind of sound, well, he who personally tasted many tones during the creation process could tell that they were two girls.

In terms of body shape, he could easily judge from the height and skeleton that these were two girls around fifteen or sixteen years old, only one of them had a little magic power, as for the other...

"Hmm?"

Before he could feel

When the man threw the knowledge over, he suddenly felt the whole body cold, as if ice water was pumped out from the heart and spread to the whole body. The perception field released was like a fragile ice surface, which would break at the touch.

"No...!"

He almost subconsciously stepped back...

"Boom!!!"

The next moment, the chill that froze the soul spread, and the huge ice shuttle pierced through the ground and the fragile wooden door. The ice faster than snow instantly covered his whole body!

The whole house and even the ceiling. They were lifted up by the endless glaciers that suddenly erupted from the ground! The vortex formed by the elemental torrent of ice enveloped the sky-

Suspended in the sky, the ice-blue hair was flying, the pupils were colder than ice and snow, and the indifferent expression was staring at the man covered by layers of ice below.

"This lady."

The multi-fingered giant hand composed of hundreds and thousands of limbs, like some kind of solidified colloid, broke through the ice layer, and the fingers in the clenched fist bloomed like petals.

The man who still cared about his clothes stared at the figure in the sky with a smile: "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am the most cutting-edge artist of this era! My name is..."

Without any response, she waved her hand, and the icy torrent poured down like a waterfall.

The man also grinned, from the corner of his mouth to his neck, and countless tongues under his clothes read out the syllables of a name together.

"Salva, Dorrest, greetings to you."

Then, the ground shook, the glaciers cracked, and countless limbs tore the ground apart.