Shall we go to open up the wasteland together tomorrow?

"Bless me, evil god!"

The man became even more crazy when he said this, totally ignoring the tendons and scapula on his body that were tied by the silk thread.

For a moment, more blood flowed.

A bunch of nonsense.

Ethan could vaguely hear something about the 'hidden professional sequence', joining the 'sky curtain', and continuing to slaughter.

After stringing these bits and pieces together, Ethan could vaguely guess the other party's intention.

He did not hesitate to slaughter a village, causing a great tragedy, most likely to complete the 'conquest' of a hidden profession, or to join a cult organization.

Ethan had a cold face, completely ignoring the other party's struggle, and let the thread cut his muscles.

Slaughtering an entire village is simply horrifying.

Evil god? Just by the name, you can tell that this is a cult.

"Swoosh~"

Ethan heard the sound and turned his head to look, but it turned out that the weak man who had been sitting on the ground because of the injury was waving the paintbrush in his hand.

As the brush was waving, the paint on the palette in his left hand began to surge wildly.

Only then did Ethan notice that something seemed wrong with the turbaned man.

Just now, even though he was pressed to the ground by three people and rubbed, he had no power to fight back. From beginning to end, he was a student full of bookish air, but at this moment, his eyes were wide open, looking at the rampant man who believed in evil gods, and he actually revealed endless hatred.

"It's you! It's you! It's you!"

His turban fell to the ground at some point, and his brown semi-long hair fluttered under his whole body of hostility. Ethan didn't know why he suddenly exploded.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

He muttered in his mouth, but his hands were outputting wildly.

The brush moved faster and faster, and the brushstrokes were almost invisible.

And the colors on the palette didn't know when they changed. The original bright and colorful colors suddenly turned into cold tones such as dark blue, dark purple, and dark gray.

The pigments seemed to be pulled in the air, tangled and twisted together.

Ethan felt dizzy and nauseous after just one glance. The ball of paint that made people feel cold in their hearts seemed to be able to devour the soul.

At that moment, Ethan felt like he had fallen into hell, and his whole body was cold.

Between his nostrils, a line of black mist that seemed neither real nor unreal suddenly appeared in the "Thousand Threads of Spiritual Smell", but when he wanted to move it, his hand went through it.

A line of mist?

Ethan shook his head, probably because the painter's work was not yet completed.

The other three guys were even worse than him.

They were already tortured by Ethan, and now they were disturbed by the unknown object summoned by the painter. They had already been scared and their spirits were forced by it. They suddenly became a lot weaker, and even seemed to forget their fear.

The two stared blankly at the summoned object wrapped in mist created by the painter.

Ethan guessed that this should be a ritual talent.

Ritual talent is the ability to reach an equivalent exchange with creatures in another world in some way.

This kind of talent often has very demanding prerequisites and a slow preparation process, so it is easy to be targeted in battle.

But the artist played it big this time.

Who is he exchanging with?

Just a corner of it made Ethan a little uncontrollable.

The desolate deathly aura made him shudder.

"Hiss~"

Suddenly Bryant jumped out of the shadow, and it seemed to be very interested in the unknown thing summoned by the painter, and rubbed it with its tail from time to time.

The paint in the painter's hand was still rolling, but the brush in his right hand seemed to be a little unbearable, and he was already shaky at this time, and soon fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Unfortunately, the black shadow was only in its infancy, turning into a vortex of tornadoes and attacking the dying man in mid-air.

"Suddenly~"

The black shadow passed through the man, and there was a faint scream coming from it.

Even if Ethan stepped back a few steps, he could still feel the power of this black tornado.

Soon the man hanging in the air drooped his head and turned pale, as if he had been dead for a long time.

The most important thing is that although the sin mark on his body is still there, the flame of judgment has disappeared.

This means that he is dead.

As he expected, the other two men soon followed suit.

The death was equally miserable, with eyes wide open, mouths open, and the body turned pale and bloodless. The sin mark was still there, but the flame disappeared.

This was a sign of death.

The three of them deserved their death, and Ethan didn't care, but this scene happened in a flash. After killing several people, the black mist suddenly turned around and rolled straight towards the painter.

Seeing that the black tornado was moving very fast and was about to hit the painter who had fainted on the ground, a magical scene happened. Bryant's eyes seemed to flash with a light. Just when the tornado was about to pierce the painter's body, it suddenly opened its mouth, as if a strong suction force was emitted from its mouth. The black tornado was like a formidable enemy and could not move forward any further. It was soon sucked into its stomach.

"Burp~"

After Bryant sucked the black tornado, he burped.

It really scared Ethan.

If I guessed correctly, the painter's talent was ritual, and rituals emphasize equal exchange.

It is estimated that he summoned this black tornado at the cost of his own life.

So after killing three people, the tornado turned back and attacked the painter, but he was lucky to meet Bryant.

"Hiss~"

After Bryant's explanation, Ethan understood roughly.

That black tornado was actually the wind of hell.

The wind of hell is a collection of endless resentment, evil thoughts, and all negative emotions. If the soul is blown by the wind of hell, it will inevitably be swallowed by all kinds of emotions in it, and then become a part of it.

But who is Bryant?

When Ethan was looking for the "fountain of enlightenment" in the Temple of Muse, this guy had entered the gate of the underworld and was fatter when he came out.

It can be regarded as the life-saving snake of this painter.

After Bryant swallowed this wind of hell, he plunged into Ethan's shadow, as if to digest the food he had just swallowed.

Ethan was left standing helplessly.

This painter was most likely shocked by the other party's evil deeds and directly summoned the wind of hell at the cost of his own life.

If it weren't for Bryant, he would have ended up like his three classmates.

Pulling the painter aside, he turned around and looked at the charming woman who had been in a state of panic.

Even at this moment, she was still full of charm, and every move was enough to touch the heart of a man and arouse every man's strong desire to protect him.

But... Ethan didn't buy it!

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