Color painting collection and a certain strongest

They pinched from the sky to the ground, from the distant mountains to the nearby plains, and the supernatural power followed them to move. During the period, they leveled the mountains, one, two, three, and destroyed the small towns, three, four, and five.

In the aftermath of the earth-shattering, the long-accustomed army disappeared without a trace like firecrackers hanging from their tails, leaving only the three stunned high school students and two little girls.

In the end, the shocking battle came to an end, and the people who fell into the sky lost control and fell hard to the ground.

'Boom——! '

It was the crackling sound of sea water hitting the ground violently.

Under the scouring of the 'waterfall' covering the entire area, the mountains near and far collapsed, rolling up muddy waves and filling them into the huge square pit created by the 'painting collection'.

The terrain, which was already riddled with holes by the supernatural ability, became a little more rounded, and it no longer looked like a spectacle like a geometric rift.

The three of them stood there sluggishly, like three solid stone sculptures standing in the turbulent turbid sea water.

Xia Youjie, who fell to the ground after finding that he could not get out of the field, had a compassionate expression. He was still motionless as the stones and trees that were spurted by the water flow passed through him, and he silently recited 'Amitabha Buddha' to calm his mood.

Gojo Satoru's eyes were shining, full of eagerness to climb the peak.

Jia Ruozi seemed calm, silently took a puff of cigarette, the hand holding the cigarette and his pupils vibrated together.

The two little girls are the ones with the strongest ability to accept. Because of the days of being imprisoned, they don’t think too much. Their eyes are full of the instinct of human beings, and they are full of yearning for such great power.

The emotion of fear disappeared from them.

War is a meat grinder, and supernatural wars are even more cruel. The winner climbs up on the bones of the loser, and those with the qualifications of transcendence are often more relaxed.

The first time he met the enemy's transcendent, Arthur Rimbaud lived up to the hope of the French government and left the opponent's life in one fell swoop, and his body was also included in the "color painting collection", turning the enemy into his own strength.

The power is exhausted, and the great power of nature on the ground is transforming the terrain.

Rimbaud reluctantly stayed in the air for a long time, until the water scattered and flowed before sending himself back to the ground, but he fell into a drier mud pit from a height of more than ten meters in embarrassment.

'Crack! '

"hiss--!"

Ten meters is really too high. Even though the mud pit was washed soft by the water, Rimbaud still turned pale from the fall, feeling that the ribs in his chest were at least cracked.

Slight bone cracking and muffled groans sounded in my ears. Seeing that Lan Tang's injury was getting worse, Wutiao Wu himself helped the empty Wutiao Wu, his face darkened into the bottom of the pot, and he turned around and grabbed Xia Youjie by the collar next to him. Roaring: "Jay! You bastard!"

Xia Youjie looked away.

At first, he was shocked by the visual effect, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that his 'spell magic' should be able to reach this level when he grew up, and Xia Youjie came back to his senses.

But he still didn't dodge or avoid Gojo Satoru's hand, and just sighed.

"Enlightenment, this domain cannot attack each other."

The domain that has absorbed Lantang's huge mantra has evolved stronger. After the fusion of the color painting collection of the space system, the people in the domain seem to be in different dimensions. His outstretched hand naturally caught the empty space.

Gojo Satoru was even angrier!

"Humph!"

He raised his foot and kicked down on the solid field, and sat down on the ground with his face drawn down, staring at the bottom of the pit without moving, as if he was guarding the seriously injured Lan Tang.

Shocked by the grand battle scene, Kazuko came back to his senses, and walked between the two with the twin little tails.

Her brown eyes rolled around between the two, she sighed, and decisively chose the more reliable one: "Jie, tell me about the current situation."

She glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was puffed up, and then at Xia Youjie, who claimed to defect, and waded into the muddy water on his own initiative for the first time.

"Satoru won't explain, so—"

So knowing what's going on now, apart from Wu who has the 'six eyes', the only person who knows is Jie, the master of the curse spirit.

As long as Lantang wakes up, Xia Youjie will not be able to defect, and if Xia Youjie wants to defect, he must solve the disobedient curse spirit domain and leave, then Lantang will wake up.

The result is the same.

"I can't defect anyway, explain the situation."

Jia Ruozi waved to the twins, motioning them to listen together: "First of all, what's the situation with this curse spirit?"

"The curse spirit 'Nightmare Eater', as the name suggests, we should be in Lantang's dream now?"

Perhaps because of the twins, the two girls can still touch each other.

They held each other's hands tightly, approached slowly and tentatively like wounded little beasts, and looked over with Jiarui Glass.

"I defected." Xia Youjie smiled falsely: "We will be enemies when we get out."

"Then beat you up, if you can't do it twice." Jia Ruozi was agitated for a while, only feeling that his addiction to cigarettes was about to go up: "Lan Tang and Wu will not let this happen."

"Lan Tang can't stop it either."

Xia Youjie looked calm, his dark purple eyes were deep and deep: "You know, I won't look back."

The tails of his narrow and upturned eyes curled into gentle arcs, and Xia Youjie's smile became even more fake, even with a bit of a strange Buddha light background, like the abbot in a temple asking for donations: "I am a person who wants to defect. You can't divulge information about the spell spirits you control."

Annoyed by this attitude, he said, "...tsk." He even forgot that this is also a dog comparison.

He was not in the same dimension as the two children, so he took out the cigarettes in his pocket when he entered the house, blocked the hurtful words that he almost uttered, and simply waited for a reliable adult to break free from the realm to teach the second-year boy to be a man.

The brown-haired girl ignited the fire slowly, and the spell power on the surface of her body was completely stable, and the negative emotions that were about to boil in her heart could not be seen at all.

The smoker inhaled the gray smoke deeply into his lungs.

What a jerk, Jay.

If you want to experience growing pains and don't look at your friends who have deep feelings, they don't necessarily have to stab them if you hand them a knife.

Two useless men, one is so angry that he ignores others, and the other is so angry that he is almost autistic. Fortunately, the two twins are very well-behaved——

The little girl with black hair and the little girl with blond hair had healed their wounds. They were wearing torn clothes, with dirty stains on their bodies, and their exposed hands and feet were thin and lonely.

But their eyes lit up, full of admiration and longing.

Jia Ruozi was relieved, and she didn't have to coax the child. This gave her the opportunity to smoke slowly and watch the development of things, and maybe she could see the way to unlock the domain.

Human voices came from far away from the battlefield, Gojo Satoru immediately took off his sunglasses, got up slowly, and showed vigilance like a wild beast to the approaching army——

[Now a slightly stronger superhuman is enough to pose a threat to me. 】

Wujo Wu turned his head and opened his eyes wide in an instant, Xia Youjie showed a look of astonishment, and almost choked his throat with a puff of smoke.

They turned their heads at the same time, trying to see something from that indifferent and handsome face.

Lan Tang, who was stared at by burning eyes, did not open his mouth. The black-haired young man lay in the pit with his eyes closed and slowly calmed down his breath, but they were trapped in the field together and heard a familiar voice, which was more ethereal than usual , like whispering in the ear—

[I hope the French army will come first. 】

"Lantang?" Jiarui Nitro asked tentatively.

The young man clutched his chest, coughed twice, and seemed completely unaware of anyone around him.

The voice rang out again.

[You can't use your hole cards. 】

【after all--】

The whispers echoed clearly in the ears of several people.

[After all, my supernatural ability 'color painting collection', the matter of turning the corpses of dead supernatural beings into puppets is a secret. 】

This kind of ability...if the cowardly old men at the top know about it, they will be sentenced to death immediately, right? !

Jiarui Nitzi and Xia Youjie were in a trance when they learned the terrible things, and their brains couldn't help but think of the cleaners they saw when they were guests at Noctuma's house.

They all seem to have magic powers.

They turned their heads and met the threatening gaze shot out of the blue eyes of Wutiao Wu Cang, who caught the fried hair: "Jie, Glass, you won't say it, right?"

The family enters the glass: "..." Oh, huh.

Xia Youjie: "..." Oh shit.

Then here comes the question: Does Mr. Ye Moth know that the cleaners at home are magicians?

The innocent little twin girls who didn't understand the whole process:? ? ?

So here comes the question: why does that white-haired uncle look at him so fiercely?

Obviously Gojo Satoru couldn't do anything in the field for the time being, but he was able to verbally make an agreement with the two friends.

Even if he plans to defect, the high-spirited DK Xia Youjie doesn't bother to avenge his kindness. Although he has been immersed in the family struggle for many years, he still has his own bottom line.

They readily set the 'restraint', and agreed that they would never reveal this terrifying ability in the eyes of others.

Just as Gojo Satoru was coaxing the twins to set the 'bound', soldiers and jeeps shouting in an unknown language came out of the pit.

The few people who knew from their hearts that they were friendly watched Lan Tang regain some of his strength, got up and slowly walked to the front of the convoy covered in camouflage, and got into the car with the respectful gesture of an officer.

"Go to the nearby town for repairs." Lan Tang took off his mud-stained gloves and coat, and leaned tiredly on the back seat of the jeep, lying on his side with his head propped up in a lazy and elegant posture, his curly black hair covered all over Fine leather seats.

He lazily instructed: "It's the town called... LeBron."

The man in the driver's seat paused.

"LeBron..."

Maybe because this was Lan Tang's dream, the people who followed the car found that they could understand this language.

"LeBron," the officer driving took a deep breath to calm his tone: "LeBron was affected by that British guy's attack and has... disappeared."

His eyes were a little red: "Including the people inside...all..."

The middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life still had unshaven stubble on his face, and his fingers holding the steering wheel were so hard that they turned blue and white, and his tone of voice, which he tried his best to hide, contained uncontrollable sobs, hoarse as if he had just lost a loved one.

The crowd watching this memory was silent, Xia Youjie lowered his eyes, the "great righteousness" that he had thought of on the spur of the moment became more and more shaken, and the housekeeper, smoking a cigarette, bowed his head in silence for the war and the dead who did not know where.

Even the twins who didn't understand well behaved in a quiet atmosphere and didn't speak.

"yes."

After seeing many cities affected by the battles of the Transcendents, Rimbaud just sighed: "Next time I will try my best to bring the battle to the British border."

"...No, I was talking too much."

The officer held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes filled with the numbness and pain of being devastated by the war.

The sorrows and joys of ordinary non-commissioned officers are not related to those of the transcendent, and officers will not confide their privacy during working hours.

The standard interior of the Transcendence is quiet and warm, filled with the smell of expensive perfume.

The completely sound-proof military vehicle isolates all noise, and even the vibration during driving is undetectable. The French government tried its best to satisfy the overachievers who made great efforts, so it was customized with a lot of money.

Lan Tang closed his eyes and meditated in a comfortable environment, his long eyelashes concealing all the emotions in his eyes.

[The specialty apple pie in that town is really delicious, it's a pity. 】

The beauty with a pair of indifferent and beautiful golden-green eyes thought casually.

[I also want to bring a copy to Paul. 】

Gojo Satoru instantly showed the vigilance of a cat.

In the next second, the screen switched and the location changed. They all saw Lan Tang walking out of the luxurious box holding a young man with an ugly expression, and the golden subspace meteors chasing the chasing figures in front of them running around.

"Rimbaud! What are you going crazy about!" The fastest runner has brilliant blond hair, a handsome face, and a perfect figure with long legs and well-proportioned muscles, but he wears a little less, the only one he wears when running. The bath towel is shaking at high speed,

The flirtatious blond beauty, who was also a transcendent, roared in embarrassment: "You can't make it to third base in a relationship, so you don't allow others to do it?! How can you control your partner's one-night stand so leniently!"

"That's right!" The brown-haired beauty with curly and fluffy hair obliquely behind him shouted in agreement: "How can a beauty not enjoy lust! You can't stop your partner from enjoying the ultimate pleasure just because you are abstinent!"

Rimbaud's complexion was even worse, he didn't say a word, more golden cubes chased him instantly!

[A group of bastards who are in heat everywhere!Don't even look at how old Paul is!He just came out of the lab not long ago! 】

The young man was tightly wrapped by a sheet, but several sharp-sighted conjurers could see the smooth bare shoulders of the other party at a glance.

The eyes of Xia Youjie and Jia Ruzizi became subtle.Their eyes shifted from Wujou's white hair to the white hair of the boy hugging Lan Tang's neck, from Wujou's blue eyes to the blue pupils of the calm-looking white-haired boy, and they suddenly found that they were the same when they were not talking. Tianshan snow lotus-like face, even the temperament is very similar, with a sense of divine inhumanity.

Ah this...

The eyes of the two suddenly became pityful, and they were not gloating at all.

Recalling Gojo Satoru who seemed to be looking at someone through Lan Tang when they first met: "..."

He exploded!

"Destroy! Garbage field! 'Heh—'Maximum power......."

The magic power accumulated in the fingertips has not had time to release——

"Boom-"

Rimbaud's golden-green pupils suddenly shrank.

The golden subspace that was chasing down the few bad friends in front shook violently, and instantly dissipated into the air. Several beautiful men who were almost fruitless ran away as soon as they found the opportunity, and ran the entire Champs Elysees in the end.

The white-haired boy looked calm, and read calmly: "Ranbo, let's do it."

Rimbaud, let's do it.

let's do it.

do it.

Right.

Xia Youjie was dumbfounded, and his family was shocked.

Wujo Wu, who was also a white-haired boy, had blank eyes, and the magic power on his fingertips suddenly dissipated.

Xia Youjie and Jiaru Nitrozi silently moved away, and Jiaru Nitrozi quietly told the two little girls to stay away from the active volcano that was about to erupt.

Rimbaud: "...Who told you what? Paul?"

[Who took you down! 】

Verlaine's blue eyes were like inorganic glass, making the white-haired boy's beautiful appearance look like a mechanical doll.

The beautiful puppet did not speak, but tightened its arms, and was about to kiss the lips of its partner and guardian again, but Lan Tang stretched out his index finger to hold it.

"Verlaine..."

The fingertips wearing black gloves slowly grind Verlaine's pale lips, Rimbaud suddenly burst into a vicious smile with intimacy, he looked deeply at his persistent partner, his handsome face showed a trace of Cold and cruel, dangerous and beautiful.

Rimbaud lowered his head, his long black hair blocked their faces, they looked like lovers kissing passionately at the door of the box.

"You'd better get out of the spirit of relatives and friends." Rimbaud whispered in his partner's ear, ambiguously, and lowered his voice.

"otherwise--"

His fingertips slid all the way down, gently brushed across the red lips from rubbing, and after wrapping around his Adam's apple a few times, he stretched out his hand and grabbed 'Verlaine''s fair neck without mercy, his eyes were fierce .

"Kill you!"

After taking over Verlaine's education after he came out of the laboratory, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Rimbaud's love for him is so strong that it is about to overflow from every move.

In the silence, the equally calm voice of the discerning man Gojo Satoru sounded.

"none...."

Gojo Gojo stretched out two fingers with trembling hands, his face twisted like a demon.

"Boundless—!"

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