I, The Occult Painter, Draw The Truth

"Since none of them have given up, then as the creation of the great creator, why can we give up lightly?"

There was a faint smile in Mr. Mask's eyes.

Having said such words, the sense of despair in his heart that had been relieved a lot, became even thinner.

He looked at the group of ordinary people in the distance who seemed to be very cute in a sense, and his senses towards them were not as indifferent as they were at the beginning.

At the very beginning, Mr. Mask had no feeling for those ordinary people.

That group of people, whether it is life or death, Mr. Mask doesn't care.

However, after this speech, Mr. Mask actually felt a sense of gratitude towards those people!

If it was just at the beginning, Mr. Mask would feel that he was crazy and would be grateful to a group of ordinary humans.

But now is not the time to start.

Now, Mr. Mask has experienced the baptism of speeches by that group of ordinary people.

There was hope in his heart again!

Because of this, Mr. Mask is no longer as indifferent to those ordinary people as he was at the beginning.

If possible, Mr. Mask is willing to help those people.

Get them out of this world of death.

However, because the current situation is so bad, the real world situation is not necessarily better than the dead world.

Therefore, it is meaningless to disengage now.

Take a step back and say, if their creator and the occult cannot resist the arrival of the "final terror".

Then, the entire real world, perhaps, will suffer because of this...

So, to sum up, where those ordinary people are at the moment doesn't seem to be that important...

Thinking of this, Mr. Mask couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Although there is hope in my heart again, the real world has not changed after all.

The threat of "final terror" remains.

They still have to be prepared at all times to face all this...

Perhaps he felt Mr. Mask's slightly dignified mood.

Abel, who was always silent, stepped forward.

Gently put his palm on Mr. Mask's shoulder.

Mr. Mask paused slightly.

Looking back, when he saw that it was Abel, surprise appeared in his eyes.

He did not expect that Abel, a cold and unusual member of the mysterious group, would suddenly comfort himself in this way.

Abel saw Mr. Mask looking over. Although his cheeks were still stretched, his eyes were bright.

0 asking for flowers...

He nodded slightly.

Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was very clear.

That is, don't be discouraged, we still have hope!

Mr. Mask had mixed emotions in his heart.

He was silent for two seconds, and then nodded towards Abel.

At this time.

The succubus behind the two of them, the members of the mysterious group such as the flame bear, also took steps almost at the same time.

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The flame bear is burning with flames!

Devouring vines also wave the sky-filled branches.

They walked gently to Mr. Mask and Abel's side.

Among them, the succubus first looked at the ordinary people such as Li Tie's team in the distance, and then looked at the incarnation of the will of the dead world of Huang Quan, that is, the giant white sheet monster on the square.

Then he looked at the giant crack in the air.

She pursed her lips.

Suddenly, he laughed.

Her beautiful cheeks looked even more beautiful under the background of her smile.

She opened her mouth, her voice softly listening:

"Mr. Mask, we, will be the eternal followers of the Creator...'

"We will never back down..." Ding.