purgatory artist

Chapter 548 I Want To Try
"What time is it now?"

"Judging from our human time standard, it's three o'clock in the morning."

"Very good, just keep watch, and you can rest at dawn."

"That feat..."

"I'll come up with a solution for meritorious service."

"Yes!"

After talking with Alan De, Liu Ping closed his eyes again.

Waited for a few breaths.

Andrea's voice sounded: "It's ready."

"Then, I'll start." Liu Ping said.

Holding Delia's body in his arms, he sat cross-legged in front of the fire, and the card book in front of him automatically opened, revealing two cards.

—— Nightmare Embrace·Blood Skull.

——Human torch.

The two cards emit light together.

Andrea's voice sounded again: "You are carrying a nightmare sequence of expeditionary forces, so you can't go there in real life, and still use the magic of the dragon clan to go from the dream."

"Okay." Liu Ping was kind.

He adjusted his breathing and tried to fall asleep again.

At a certain moment, the dragon-shaped ring on his finger flashed.

A huge pulling force came from the waist.

Liu Ping only felt that he left the camp of the expeditionary army and flew towards the depths of the void.

He glanced back, and saw that he was still sitting in front of the fire, with the rabbit on his shoulders, and the card book spread out in front of him, and Alan was vigilantly observing the movements around him.

All the scenes flashed by.

He rushed into the sky and flew towards the endless darkness.

flight.

flight.

During the flight, the surrounding area became filled with crimson, as if in an extremely distant place, something was emitting endless light.

Liu Ping gradually approached.

A torrent of blood flows in the dark depths.

The torrent of blood roared and roared, and it was unknown where it came from, nor where it was going.

Liu Ping stopped in front of Xuehe.

The old voice suddenly sounded, echoing in his ears:

"Do you still remember the history I told you?"

"Remember—sometimes history is messed up because certain things in the past are unresolved." Liu Ping said.

The river of blood spread out to both sides, rolling around Liu Ping, and gradually formed a huge crimson vortex, surrounding him.

All the darkness around was eliminated, and Liu Ping could only see blood in his eyes.

In the bloody tide, countless lights and shadows of past eras appeared one after another.

All the human pioneers in the past emerged from the bloody light and stared at Liu Ping together.

The old voice sounded again:

"You found the Holy Spirit."

"Finally, at this moment, all the conditions are ready."

"let's start--"

"This is the last chance for the human race."

Standing in the center of the vortex, Liu Ping suddenly saw lines of burning small characters:
"You have been given the title of saint."

"You have the spirit of the holy world: Andrea."

"You hold the fire of humanity, embrace the body of nothingness, surrounded by thousands of human spirits, and you are about to enter the real history for the first time."

"This sequence has been connected to Blood River."

"Synchronizing!"

"Teleportation begins—"

In an instant, the entire blood river turned into a long passage, and there seemed to be light at the end of the passage.

"Go, Liu Ping, go back to that moment in history." The old voice said.

Facing the bloody light, Liu Ping walked towards the end of the passage under the gaze of countless people.

"What do I need to do?" he asked.

The old voice said:
"Nightmare monsters have created many strange professions so that humans can continue to break through, their souls will become stronger, and eventually they will become fruits that can provide them with powerful evolutionary power."

"However, they also make mistakes."

"Melee mages are their fault—"

"This class is too strong, it is only a little bit beyond the control of the nightmare monsters."

"Nightmare monsters finally do away with the profession."

"You need to go to the real history and rescue the last melee mage."

"Remember, the most important thing is to deceive those monsters. If you are spotted by them when you are saving people—"

"Then both you and the melee mage will die!"

The voice fell.

Liu Ping was already standing at the end of the bloody tunnel.

He looked out, only to see dim light and countless phantoms.

In the river of blood behind him, countless humans roared together:
"Change!"

"Change!"

"Change our destiny!"

Their voices were mixed in the howling tide, surging like raging waves.

Liu Ping held his breath and listened for a moment, then gently raised his hand.

All sounds quiet down.

Facing the eyes of millions of human souls, he said, "I'll try it."

……

boom--

Thunder rang.

In the ruined world, a long-lost rainstorm ushered in.

Hasty footsteps sounded.

A woman in a cloak walked forward quickly and entered a dilapidated temple.

She glanced around warily.

No one followed.

—It's safe for now.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the statue, and prayed softly:
"God, please bless me."

"I already feel that my strength has reached a limit, I am about to break through the blockade of fate, and see the truth behind this world..."

"Please be sure to bless me!"

After she finished praying, she suddenly smiled bitterly, and said to herself: "How can there be gods in the world? If there are, why are all the melee mages dying one by one?"

A gust of wind blew up in the temple, howling through the empty hall.

The woman's hood was blown away, revealing her true face——

Delia!
Her beautiful face was full of despair.

Suddenly, she put away all her emotions and shouted, "Who?"

In the temple, apart from the sound of the wind, only the sound of torrential rain outside could be heard.

no one else.

Delia looked around, felt a feeling in her heart, and suddenly looked up.

I saw the broken statue smiling at her from the high platform, and said in a loud voice:
"Delia, I heard your prayer."

"Don't say anything now, just listen carefully:"

"Soon there will be a person from the future who has learned all the knowledge in the world, but he doesn't know much about melee mages."

"You have to pass on the knowledge of melee mages to him, and make him the last melee mage in history."

"In this way, you can get away, leave directly from this moment, and go to the future."

"This is the only way to save your life."

"You must not be negligent, otherwise you will be doomed."

After the statue finished speaking, it sat upright again, turned into a cold stone statue, and no longer showed any expression.

Delia was stunned, unable to believe everything in front of her eyes for a while.

outside the temple.

Liu Ping opened his eyes and looked towards the void.

I saw lines of burning small characters floating there:

"You have unleashed your weird acting skills: special effects artist."

"You created a false special effect, made the gods speak, and mixed in the power of 'deception' to make everything believable."

All fine print is collected.

Liu Ping walked into the temple and came to Delia step by step.

"Hi, I'm Liu Ping." He greeted.

"Liuping?" Delia said.

There was a sudden thunder outside.

Lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the dark night for a moment.

Delia looked at the boy opposite, and felt an indescribable sense of familiarity in her heart.

"I have learned all kinds of professions, but I have never heard of melee mages. It turns out that melee mages were forcibly deleted because they were too strong." Liu Ping said with emotion.

"You want to—want to be a melee mage?" Delia asked.

"It may be difficult to understand, but you must know one thing. The last melee mage will be killed soon. This is a history that will definitely happen." Liu Ping said.

"I am the last melee mage." Delia said.

"No, if you teach me the knowledge of melee mages, then you will not be the last one, but I will be the last one." Liu Ping said.

"But - isn't the last melee mage going to die? Are you going to die for me?" Delia asked puzzled.

"In the future, we will be good comrades in arms. I will rescue you first, and I will take care of the rest. You don't have to worry." Liu Ping said.

"How do you prove that you are from the future?" Delia asked.

"Andrea." Liu Ping said.

"I'm here."

With a flash in the void, Andrea emerged quietly, and placed Delia's body on the ground.

"This is my - dead body?" Delia lost her voice.

"Now we're going to transfer that 'nothing body' to you, and then no one will remember you, so you can safely go to the future." Andrea said.

"That--"

"It's too late, pass on the knowledge of the melee mage to him, and then you can escape your fate!" Andrea said eagerly.

Delia looked at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping said softly: "Your fate is related to the fate of the entire human race. Please consider it carefully."

Delia shook her head and said, "Consider? I would like to pass on the knowledge of melee mages. Unfortunately, no one has dared to take up the position long ago, because every melee mage is dead."

"Why not give it to you? I hope you can keep the inheritance of melee mages."

As she spoke, she took out a book from her bosom and handed it to Liu Ping.

Liu Ping took the book, opened it immediately, and said, "Andrea, take her back."

"it is good!"

Andrea pointed to the corpse on the ground.

The body suddenly disappeared, only a ball of light flew up and landed on Delia's body.

"This is……"

Delia hesitated.

"Non-existing body, it will make you disappear into history - I will take you away!" Andrea said.

"Wait, what about him?" Delia couldn't help asking.

"Only one person can go back at a time, you go first." Liu Ping said.

A bloody passage opened, and Andrea left the hall with Delia.

Only Liu Ping was left.

He buried his head in looking at the inherited knowledge of the melee mage, and while turning the pages of the book, he admired: "Yes, these skills are almost out of the usual strange skills, and they are almost beyond all the set skills in my memory. No wonder this class was created. Nightmare monsters are going to destroy it."

A gust of wind blows.

There were some sporadic noises outside the temple.

Liu Ping stood still, still carefully flipping through the books in his hand.

But his whole person turned into the appearance of Delia.

"You released the 'special effects artist' and turned your image into Delia."

"Based on 'deception', this image will fool all the existences that see you, and they will regard you as Delia."

All the small burning words flashed by.

Liu Ping closed the book.

"After finishing the study, I feel good... This profession is really like a bug, it can break through the shackles, no wonder the nightmare monsters will delete this profession."

He commented seriously.

The void flashed, and the bloody channel opened again.

Andrea appeared quietly.

"The nightmare monster that killed her is coming, hurry up." She waved to Liu Ping.

Just as Liu Ping was about to speak, he suddenly saw lines of small burning characters flashing in the sky again:

"Notice!"

"The strange sword technique you created for Li Changxue: the secret sword Zhen Zhan has been added to Guizang's most victorious martial arts classic."

"There are other sword cultivators who have learned this sword technique from the martial arts."

"The swordsmen of the human race have increased their strength again."

"With this inheritance, your merit has increased by 20 points."

"Current merit: 1200 points."

"From now on, you can use this sequence to create new moves."

"Would you like to start random creation?"

Liu Ping looked away from these small characters, and pondered: "Andrea."

"what?"

"You hide first."

"Ah? What do you want to do?"

"No one has ever defeated the real body of the nightmare monster. Today...I want to try."

(End of this chapter)