purgatory artist

Chapter 584: King-Level Strange Sword Art!
Dawn had not yet come.

The snow in the middle of the night covered the world and made the world as dead as a grave.

Liu Ping jumped over a broken wall and landed lightly in the snow.

He looked back.

——On that wall, some kind of strange writing was painted with some kind of paint.

"God, what's this writing?"

"A line from a poem that reads: 'In this great festival, I want to spend it with you'."

Liu Ping walked back, gently stroking the wall.

Under the big characters, there is a small inscription. . .

"It's a feminine name," said God.

"Are all these people gone?" Liu Ping asked.

"Their bones are buried under the ruins square in front, and they have been dead for about 2000 years," Mother Earth said.

Liu Ping glanced at the map.

That canyon is not far away, and it can be reached with a few more flying.

He was about to leave when he suddenly sensed something, and he froze in place, quietly looking towards a certain direction under the night.

A few huge floating shadows made a slight buzzing sound and landed a few meters away from Liu Ping.

There are a total of five eight-meter-high mobile suits.

Rumbling--

Mechs stand firm, stand still.

"Scan around."

"Start making a biological map."

"Check completed."

"Very clean."

"Safety."

The cockpit of a mech opens.

The man with a pipe jumped out of the cockpit, looked around and said:

"This is a very unpopular ruin site, without any strategic value, so no one would think that we would come here."

The other four jumped down, stomped their feet, let out a mouthful of mist, and moved their stiff bodies.

"Boss." A team member said while clutching his abdomen.

"Five minutes of free time." said the man with a pipe in his mouth.

The team member hastily walked towards the far corner, apparently in a hurry for convenience.

Liu Ping stood where he was, the fluorescent battle suit on his body emitting a faint fluorescence, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the wall, so that those people didn't see him at all.

He gradually realized the benefits of this armor.

——It is very rare to be able to achieve this level of camouflage without releasing the "special effects artist".

Two lines of small silver characters appeared in front of his eyes:

"Spot the enemy."

"You can choose to launch a sneak attack, or you can choose to ignore these people and concentrate on completing your mission."

Liu Ping glanced at them, then simply stood still and looked at the five people quietly.

The wind blew the long knife at his waist.

The two knives shook slightly, silently.

The man with the pipe in his mouth took out a small machine, patted it, and said:

"Report the current situation."

The machine suddenly issued a cold voice:

"Current battle duration: 172 hours."

"It is still necessary to complete 231 hours of combat time before returning to the base for rest."

The man cursed under his breath.

"Boss, don't think about that, at least we are still alive." A team member persuaded.

"I ordered, continue to enter the combat mission in 3 minutes, and immediately take the time to rest." The man said.

"Yes!"

Several team members stepped up their time to move their hands and feet.

One of the female team members quickly took out food and distributed it to everyone.

"Too sweet." Someone said.

"Stop talking nonsense, this nutrition bar is my treasure, if you don't eat it, you will lose it." The female team member stared.

"Eat, why don't you eat." The man quickly flattered him.

"Speaking of which, how is your brother doing now?" the captain asked while eating a nutrition bar.

"It is said that she has the talent of a priest and is still practicing." The female team member smiled sweetly.

"That's much better than us...we are pure death squads." The captain muttered.

"Haha, it would be nice to live a little longer." Another team member said.

Liu Ping stood aside.

He leaned against the wall and looked at these "enemies" quietly.

"23 years old, 19 years old, 35 years old, 41 years old, 15 years old - the mechs are all cannon fodder troops. They can live for 172 hours. I am already blessing them." God said.

Liu Ping looked around at the ruined walls, and said via voice transmission: "Take the world of sentient beings as a battlefield... What are the Nightmare Lords fighting for?"

"Through such a battlefield, the high and the low will be determined, so as to determine the order of eating food." God replied.

"food?"

"Only those worlds with fresh souls."

"It's strange, you are so straightforward in answering today, you look like a man." Mother Earth sneered.

"Liu Ping's question is very measured - by the way, men are created in my image." God said.

"It's just the distance from a semi-finished product to a masterpiece." Mother Earth commented.

Liu Ping smiled, and lightly patted the knife on his waist with his hand.

So when the wind blew again, the two long knives seemed to fall into a deep sleep, motionless.

Soon.

After the five people ate their food, they jumped onto the mecha and gradually flew away amidst the rumbling sound.

Liu Ping looked at the direction they were leaving, and then murmured for a while:
"It seems... more motivated..."

With a flash of his figure, he rushed into the sky and flew towards his destination.

Feng Xue was left behind by him.

He drew a graceful arc over the mountains, fell into the back of the canyon, kept flying downwards, and quickly grabbed a raised rock halfway.

It should be here!

Liu Ping tried to press down on that rock.

The rock wall on his left suddenly opened.

Liu Ping got in.

The rock wall closed behind him, and in the darkness, small silver characters appeared again:

"You have arrived at Hidden Supply Camp No. 3011."

"mission completed."

"Please clap your hands lightly."

Liu Ping clapped his hands gently according to his words.

sounded.

The surroundings suddenly lit up.

I saw that this was a rather crude camp, except for a wooden statue about the size of a real person, there was nothing else.

The statue looked like a woman, but it was only half carved, and there was nothing in the place of the facial features, without arms and feet.

The statue suddenly issued a female voice:
"Hello, young ghost."

"Hello." Liu Ping said.

"You have a very high talent, and you should accept a higher level of practice here, so please use this card, it will help you." The wooden statue said.

A card flew out from a crack in the rock wall and landed in Liu Ping's hand.

Liu Ping looked down, and saw a picture of a handful of spring water exuding soft light on the card, reflecting the moon in the sky.

Two lines of small burning characters floated in the void:
"Fountain of Awakening."

"Drinking this spring water will keep all memories, so that you will not forget everything in the past."

Liu Ping flipped the cards.

This card has been slightly yellowed, and it looks as if it has gone through endless years——

Its role is to allow the user to save memory.

Bang!
The card disappeared, turned into a bottle of spring water, and fell into Liu Ping's hands.

"Drink the spring water, it will help you very well," said the wooden statue.

Liu Ping was silent for a while.

——What kind of situation needs to save memory?
Weird.

When entering the strange level, all beings will lose their memory.

If he could drink the water from the Spring of Awakening in time, he would not be in that situation.

This wood carving didn't lie.

—but why?

In the eyes of the Nightmare Lord, all beings are just food, why should it help him retain his memory?

Is it because it tastes better for the soul?

The voice of Mother Earth suddenly sounded:
"'The All-Knowing and Almighty Lord', do you know—"

"You have no sense, even Liu Ping doesn't ask this, but you still ask me, do you think I can say it?" God said.

"Why can't you say it?" Mother Earth said unconvinced.

"Because fate—when you try to observe it, control it, and manipulate it, it will definitely change, so we must remain silent." God said.

Liu Ping seemed to have never heard of it, picked up the bottle and drank the spring water inside.

The voice of the wooden statue immediately sounded again:
"The real power can be divided into three categories from low to high: primary, secondary, high, strong, king, and holy."

"Next, I will teach you a king-level strange sword technique."

Liu Pingdao: "Wait a minute, what does Wei Wei mean?"

The wooden statue said: "The 'emergence' of multiple laws makes the power beyond the comprehension of all living beings, so it is called strange."

"Why don't you take it step by step and teach me the rudimentary strange sword technique?" Liu Ping asked again.

"Because I don't have elementary strange sword skills here, I have no choice but to teach you king-level strange sword skills directly." The wooden statue said.

"Can I master it?" Liu Ping asked anxiously.

"In the beginning, you can only display one ten-thousandth of its power, but as long as you get the teaching, you can grow up sooner or later, and maybe one day you can fully master it." The wooden statue said.

Liu Ping was suddenly taken aback.

It turns out that there is a factor of mastery here.

I have also met some guys who used advanced and strange powers before——

But when I think about it now, the power they display is not as good as my own strange sword technique "If there are any voices and hearers, they will all be cut off and their souls will be broken here."

Maybe the same reason?

However, it is still a little unclear why the wooden statue would teach him such a high level of weird sword skills without reservation.

What was the nightmare master thinking?
Thoughts kept flashing in Liu Ping's mind.

But I saw a ray of light emitting from the wooden statue, hitting the void.

Another card suddenly fell from the void.

"Take this card and start studying hard."

Wooden Statue Road.

Liu Ping reached out to catch the card, and couldn't help asking: "Did the Nightmare Master expect too much from me? I'm just a swordsman, why did I have to learn such advanced moves when I first came up?"

"The war situation is very bad. You must gain strength as soon as possible to better serve the Nightmare Lord and strive to win this war, otherwise all of you will be eaten by other Nightmare Lords." The wooden statue said.

Liu Ping thought about it.

This seems to make sense.

But that spring water really doesn't make sense.

He looked down at the cards.

The cards are real again.

If I really learned the king-level strange sword technique and mastered it thoroughly——

Will the Nightmare Lord rest assured about this matter?

Always feel too contradictory.

In the void, lines of burning small characters suddenly appeared:
"You have acquired a strange sword technique from the Nightmare Lord."

"Do you want to start studying?"

(End of this chapter)