I'm not a theatre god

Brand's face was as pale as paper!

In his pupils, the "person" who walked out of the eye of the red paper storm was reflected in horror... Although it had the outline of a human, it had no skin, no facial features, and even the naked eye could not tell whether it was three-dimensional. It was like a dark shadow standing up from the ground.

Brand felt the aura of destruction on the other party. Although he had guessed something in his heart, he still couldn't understand... Fear made him retreat continuously, and the scarlet paper pages that soared into the sky made his face blood red.

"You... what are you?"

On the dark face of the "person" figure, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened, like a smiling crescent moon, staring at Brand in front of him.

It walked slowly forward.

As it left the red paper, the flying eye of the storm gradually gathered in its palm;

It seemed that the paper pages without thickness were stacked layer by layer, and finally turned into a big red paper umbrella, which was gently placed on its shoulders and opened in the black and white world, like a bright flower.

Whether it was the image, the movements, or the aura, it was too weird... Seeing such a "person" walking towards him with an umbrella, Brand's hair stood on end, and an unprecedented sense of fear surged into his heart!

Brand had experienced the siege of the hall, and the alchemy array was damaged and backfired. At this moment, his mental strength had already reached the bottom. He had no intention of confronting this monster head-on, and decisively turned around and retreated behind him!

The "person" holding the red umbrella did not catch up, but just walked forward slowly...

In the blink of an eye, the two opened up a distance of several kilometers!

The black and white world of the ruins retreated in front of Brand's eyes. He looked back and saw that the weird red paper umbrella had disappeared at the end of the horizon. The hanging heart finally settled down...

At this time, he was surprised to find that the originally black and white world was gradually beginning to show colors.

A strange scarlet color rose from the ground beneath his feet, flowing silently back to the sky like paint, the ground was stained red, and the sky followed closely. As the scarlet paint covered the sky and the earth, Brand could not tell whether he was in the sky or on the ground for a moment.

Brand's eyes turned red as the world reflected, and his consciousness gradually blurred...

Brand suddenly felt that his body was lighter, and he jumped lightly, as if he could fly hundreds of miles. But because the red color had covered everything around him, including buildings, ruins, and corpses, he had nothing to refer to...

He felt that he had flown so fast that he should have escaped from the scope of the main city, and even reached the outside of the mortal realm.

But why was the surroundings still red?

Brand didn't understand, or he couldn't think anymore. He just continued to flee, running wildly in the red world...

Hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, tens of thousands of miles... Time and space gradually disappeared around Brand, and with them, his rationality and consciousness disappeared. He was like a puppet without support, running endlessly in this red world.

...

Sha-sha-

The handle of the red paper umbrella was placed on the shoulder of the "human" figure, and he rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, turning it on his shoulder as if he was playing with it when he was bored...

And at this moment, if someone looked closely, they could see the flying umbrella brim, a flat human figure that seemed to be painted on, running as fast as a hamster in a cage, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only stay in a corner of the umbrella, ridiculous and slow.

The umbrella brim was turning, and he was running, like an interesting dynamic pattern trapped on the umbrella, never stopping;

That was Brand,

or...his soul.

Woo-woo-woo--

The sobbing cold wind swirled over the ruins.

In the deserted streets, the "human" figure just played with the red umbrella and casually stepped over Brand's body.

It was a fragmented corpse. Brand's face still had the determination to turn around and run away, but half of his body had collapsed into red paper and was torn all over the ground... The blood soaked the black earth and spread silently around like paint.

The moment Brand decided to turn around and run away, he was already dead.

The "human" figure did not look at Brand again, but slowly raised the umbrella brim, and a pair of crescent-like scarlet eyes fell on the dust dragon that was almost out of control outside the sky.

Since the "human" figure came, the dust dragon seemed to be crazy. The huge skeleton wings directly tore the dimension where the red dust was. A hideous crack was visible to the naked eye through the sky and the earth, and endless hurricanes swept the "human" figure through the crack!

As the hurricane passed, the order of the material world seemed to be completely disordered;

Gravity was reversed in the wind, and all the boulders, corpses, and buildings in the ruins suddenly fell into the sky, as if the end of the world had come!

The "human" figure also rose, but it only gently turned the direction of the red paper umbrella, and the whole person was like a light butterfly, walking forward in this upside-down world.

The hurricane wind duct flew in the cracks of the dimension, and in the narrow gullies of chaos and disorder, a "human" figure and a dragon were approaching rapidly.

At the same time,

the "human" figure holding the paper umbrella seemed to have noticed something and turned his head to look behind him;

In the upside-down and broken world, a figure with the ancient military spirit was trampling on the rubble in the air at an astonishing speed, like a flashing black lightning flying over!

"Mocking disaster, heaven and earth will punish together!"

The thunderous sound echoed in the cracks of the dimension, and a monstrous murderous aura almost condensed into substance, rushing over!

Even if this murderous aura is strong, it is not at its peak. Compared with the current ridicule and relief, it is still far behind. But the aura of the God of War lingering in the murderous aura is like the giant sword of the ancient treasure of the God of War that towers over the heaven and earth. It is naturally able to suppress the aura of disaster.

The "human" figure glanced at him, holding a paper umbrella in one hand, and the fingertips of the other hand slid to the left in front of him, as if dragging something invisible...

"! Punish the earth and the sky, and the disaster "mock""

The overwhelming murderous intent rolled back into the black shadow's body as if it was played back, and the majestic words were swallowed back into the stomach one by one, and then fell to the ground with a bang!

Boom--!

The earth trembled, and dust flew up.

The "human" figure retracted his gaze, and the paper umbrella figure in the black and white world suddenly flickered and twisted like a malfunction, and the next moment it disappeared in the wind duct of the dimensional crack.

When it appeared again, it was already in the gray world.

"That is..."

The appearance of the big red paper umbrella instantly attracted Su Zhiwei's attention. She turned her head in surprise and saw that the "human" figure was standing above the dust dragon, slowly raising his feet...

Step down hard!