Traveler, High School Student, Homeless

Joseph shrugged suspiciously.

【shut up!Nonsense!What I draw is real, stinking garbage! ! ! 】

Almost immediately, the painter's reply became irritable, and the crowd of corpses gathered around seemed to have been strengthened in some way, their bodies were becoming taller and stronger, and the fierce light in their eyes became brighter red.

"Also, what you have always drawn are medieval cold weapon duels, plague and black death, etc. Could it be that you are afraid of the modern world? Or are you unwilling to understand even ancient things and history? You, who know nothing about modern cities, can't draw anything at all?"

Joseph sighed and helped his hat with a disappointed expression.

"So, I think next, your next sentence will be: 'Don't think you can guess my limits'."

[Don't think that rubbish like you can speculate on my limits!Goo?You, how could you? 】

The painter's reply, which was almost going crazy, was stuck at this moment because of Joseph's words, and he couldn't continue.

"It seems that I can see it very accurately, Mr. Painter, if I can even guess what you said, then my guess must be correct. You just can't draw a real modern city. You can only paint the imaginary ancient world, right?"

Joseph's mouth curled into a smile.

【Damn it ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah --】

In the next second, before those corpses were about to pounce on them, the surrounding scene changed again.

What appeared this time was a modern American city.

A plane crashed into a twin high-rise building not far away with a roar, and the surrounding crowd fled in all directions amidst screams. Flames and explosions were filling the city, and the pungent smoky smell was everywhere.

[Show me, I can also draw a modern city! ! !This is my "911 disaster", do you feel the reality? 】

At this moment, the painter's voice roared manically, even overshadowing the explosion of the building.

"What a ghost, the twin buildings were attacked one after the other. Is the head of your plane made of three babies? A plane crashing through two buildings in a row is still structurally sound. Are you afraid that you are not here?" Make fun of me!"

Jiang Ming complained loudly.

"Ha, this kind of thing is not important."

Joseph, who said so, reached out and snatched the camera from a reporter who was filming.

"I'll just wait for you to conjure up a place like this!"

The next moment, Joseph reached out and split the camera.

Some kind of strange power was launched at this moment. Jiang Ming didn't see anything at first, but soon after realizing something, he poured spiritual power into his eyes to activate his spiritual consciousness, and immediately saw the entanglement around Joseph. Yes, something purple like a vine.

This feeling seems to be some kind of strange power originating from the old man himself.

Then, the split camera showed a picture at this moment.

It was on the top of the collapsed and burning twin towers, in the smoke, a man with a fierce face.It was exactly what the two of them saw before, the man who called himself a "painter" in a world of endless colors.

"If that's the case, I'll find you!"

Joseph's voice rose.

"Is it actually in the world in the painting?"

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes at this moment.

Although I also thought that this guy might be spying somewhere in the painting, it turned out to be like this.

"Although I was just guessing wildly, but seeing my luck is not bad, then next—"

【Think you guys are smart? 】

In the indifferent voice, the surrounding scene changed again.

Chapter 110: The Final Moment

Erupting volcanoes, falling glaciers, exploding space stations, and collapsing buildings in earthquakes.

Everything around is changing crazily at this moment, constantly transforming into various extremely dangerous scenes.

A second ago, he was still in the avalanche, falling towards the bottom of the cliff. Just as Joseph stretched out his purple vines to grab the corner of the wall, Jiang Ming also grabbed a rock, and the next moment, the two of them suddenly went straight towards the wall. Falling into the volcanic magma.

[Do you think this can simply irritate me?Let you take a good look, this is my painting world! ! ! 】

In the frenzied voice, there is magma rolling upwards, carrying an extremely hot temperature.

"Already over fifty different regions?"

Jiang Ming felt more and more tricky.

One after another, the frames floated in the mid-air, and as the brush in the man's hand danced, the images in them turned into real scenes and real threats.One after another appeared on the left and right of the two, threatening their lives.

【It's just that I used the power of the Demon King to defeat a fool like Mosalom. Don't think I will be like that guy】

【You die in the endless world in the painting. If you dare to stop our supreme king, you must be prepared to be completely reduced to ashes.Hahaha, when the time comes, I will properly deliver your corpses to your family and friends! ! ! 】

The man stood up arrogantly, his hands rolled outwards in a wonderful standing posture.

"Is it an obstacle from the 'Supreme King'? Does that mean that your leader also wants to investigate this 'Stairway of God'?"

Stepping on the [Moonlight Rolling Pin] as a skateboard, Jiang Ming, who was pulling Joseph to slide in the magma, said.

【cough!You, hmph, so what if you know, you are destined to die here! ! ! 】

The man code-named Painter was stunned for a moment, and immediately became annoyed when he realized that he had leaked his words, and swiped his paintbrush violently.

The world of magma turned into a city that collapsed in the next moment. Amidst the roaring noise, the entire city continued to fall downwards at this moment, collapsing one after another.The man was still floating above the sky, looking at the two with a ferocious expression.

"The scene keeps changing, it's really troublesome, this guy."

Joseph couldn't help but speak.

"Ah, yes, but there's one thing this guy can't seem to do."

Jiang Ming looked in the direction of the man among the gravel.

"Well, that's right."

Joseph nodded in the same way.

Although the appearance of the whole world is constantly changing, whether it is Jiang Ming, Joseph, or the painter, the positions of the three people do not change when the space changes.That is to say, although this man can create a large number of dangerous scenes to pull them into it, he cannot directly place him in the deadliest position, nor can he use space transfer to directly move his position.

In other words, as long as they keep shortening the distance, they will eventually touch each other.

But now, the distance between them and that man is about 3000 meters.

"Mr. Joestar, can you run a little bit?"

Jiang Ming took a deep breath.

"Ha, although I am somewhat older, my body is still very strong."

Joseph smiled and bulged his arms, which were bigger than his own head.

"Then, come on!"

The next moment, the two rushed forward.

At this moment, the building collapsed with a tearing explosion, and spiritual power emerged around, driving Jiang Ming's body to fly upwards, skimming over the broken stone and glass, and approaching the man above.

Purple vines rolled up from behind and entangled one of Jiang Ming's hands. He swung forward violently, and Joseph immediately flew high and jumped to a higher place.

【sucker Punch! 】

The man yelling like this changed the scene again.

The shattered city turned into a mountain range in the storm in the next moment, and in the mountain range, two huge rock figures over a hundred meters high were roaring and fighting each other, each blow setting off terrifying roars and exploding rubble.

The moonlight gathered on the magic weapon in his hand, splitting the rock fist in front of him. The impact caused Jiang Ming to be shocked and fell downwards, but Joseph threw out a purple vine again and grabbed Jiang Ming's feet. Pulling him up, the two of them landed on the head of a rock giant together.

At this moment, a storm fell from the sky. In the torrential rain, the man's eyes widened, and he saw the distance between the two people below and him constantly shortening.

[Tsk, I really don't give up, so how about this! 】

A pure tornado enveloped the entire world at this moment.

In the changed scene again, the two were inevitably caught up in the storm, and disappeared in the gust of wind in the blink of an eye.

【That's right, that's right, that's it】

The man's voice became ecstatic.

Since he has not yet become a so-called painter, and since he was still with those idiots he hates deeply, what I have always loved is this beautiful scene of witnessing the idiot who laughed at himself being destroyed by the reality he depicted.

He possessed the ability to construct the real world from the world he wrote since he was a child, but he has always been immersed in his own world.

What I draw is real, and everything else is unimportant. The original boy just thought like this.However, when he wanted to share the reality of his painting, he was mercilessly ridiculed and regarded as the laughing stock of the entire painting world.

The proportions of the human body are out of balance to the point of being ridiculous, neither realistic nor comic, just like a freak?

There are almost absurd mistakes in the painting of various common sense content, which makes people wonder if the painter has received even the most basic education?

Stubborn and unwilling to accept opinions, a mentally handicapped painter who thinks he is a master?

Those critical voices are so harsh and disgusting.what is realWhat he draws is real!His paintings can become the real world, so what he draws is real!Since you all refuse to believe it and think that my paintings are fake, let you all come in and enjoy, and become a real part of my paintings!

In this way, the man killed the painting association of his planet at that time, from the centenarians to the children who were only a few years old who were learning to paint in the association. Only in this way can the anger in his heart be washed away.And this is just the beginning. He keeps holding art exhibitions on various planets, pulling visitors into the paintings to brutally kill them, and listening to the screams of those people.This makes men feel fresh, beautiful and more real.

Yes, this is true and beautiful art.

These ignorant and stupid lowly things that don't know how to appreciate anything should be treated like this.

With this concept in mind, until he was hunted down by the special dispatch team controlling the holding center and fled in embarrassment, and was even shot in the lower body, he could no longer have offspring for life.The man who was dragging his blood in a mess, thought he was doomed to die, but met the existence who claimed to be the supreme king.

Until he became the follower of the other party and understood the other party's wishes, today's men feel a more noble transformation of themselves.

[Yes, this chaotic universe should usher in purification, the purification of these garbage and bugs]

【Only a great and lofty Lord like us can accomplish such a great cause, and obstacles like you will be completely eliminated by me】

I can't beat that demon king, and the ability of that hedgehog-headed high school student also restrains me a lot.The man is not an idiot, that's why he secretly observes this group of people who are likely to hinder the Supreme King, and finds a suitable target for attack.

He could see that this group of people had a very good relationship with each other, and if something went wrong with one of them, their plan would inevitably suffer great setbacks.And the idea of ​​the painter who is one of the shadows is also very simple, that is, after killing the two people in the painting, dismember them, and then put the parts such as fingers and toes in obvious places, so that those People found out, coerced them, pretended to be kidnapped and demanded ransom.

Of course, the man didn't really want a ransom, but used this method to delay, delaying the implementation of those people's expedition plans, and all the people were trapped on this island, forced to run around according to his instructions.

The man hiding in the world composed of stacked paintings controls everything secretly, absolutely guaranteeing his own safety.

And when these people finally realized that their friends were actually dead, the Supreme King must have completed the plan, and all obstacles were no longer important.

[Heh heh heh, then the next step is to find their bodies after the storm subsides... Hey, where's the storm? 】

There was such a big tornado storm just now, why is it gone now? !