foreigner's journey

Chapter 1319 The Dead Dance

The Star Painter's mask fell to the ground, along with spots of blood.

With pale hair falling down, the Star Painter covered the expanding bloodstain on his chest, blood oozing from his mouth and nose.

Hidden behind the mask is a face covered with scars. Only the facial features can be seen, and the rest is covered by the horrific scars.

Not far away from him, there was a strange figure standing.

This is a strange humanoid figure with a height of exactly 180cm. He looks like a ranger wearing a cloak and a bard-style and exaggeratedly large hat. His face is not a human face but a rough human face made of ceramic, with a half-smile and a half-smile. There is an inverted triangle mark on his forehead.

There is no doubt that it is the new stand after the transformation of [Expedition].

At this moment, the newly appeared substitute was tossing the blood-stained spike in his hand casually, and his rough eyes made entirely of ceramics were "looking" at the Star Painter.

“Huff…Huff…what kind of ability is this…”

The Star Painter couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

I have clearly covered this area with my conceptual power, transforming this battlefield into a world in the painting. All the uninvited guests who step into this world are like ink dots abruptly drawn on a blank painting, extremely conspicuous.

With this ability, the Star Painter quickly found the strange thing that had escaped from the expedition's body, and wielded his life tool [Magic Pen] to deal a fatal blow to the opponent.

This magic pen is a precious treasure he got from a world called "Ma Liang the Magic Pen". It originally belonged to a young man from the Celestial Empire named Ma Liang. Only the user recognized by the magic pen can exert its power at will - to turn the things drawn into reality.

Sharp swords and spears, violent storms, raging waves, millions of soldiers... As long as you can use the magic pen to draw the things you can understand, you can turn them into real things.

In theory, there is no time limit for the things created, and their fate is completely controlled by the writer. It is like a small special edition wishing machine.

There is no doubt that this has reached the level of a life tool.

In order to successfully obtain this extremely rare life-defining tool, the Star Painter patiently built a good relationship with Ma Liang step by step. It took him three full years to finally make Ma Liang have absolute trust and admiration for him, and agree to hand over the magic brush to the Star Painter, the world's number one painter whose painting skills far surpassed his own.

Ah, the life tool! The ultimate treasure that so many outsiders could only dream of but could never obtain was now in my hands!
After having this life-saving tool, the Star Painter not only did not act recklessly and arrogantly, but he concealed his strength even more and portrayed himself as someone with mediocre strength.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when he would make a big splash.

Now, the Star Painter has been waiting for this foreign war of astonishing scale. He wants to use the Great Doll and the Mercury Snake as stepping stones, and step on their corpses to achieve the glory of reaching the pinnacle of the outsiders.

But why can't I even pass the test of becoming a substitute for the great puppet?
He clearly remembered that he had swung his magic pen at the substitute with a fatal blow. Just as the attack was about to hit, the opponent's figure suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a horrific penetrating wound appeared on his chest.

The Star Painter endured the pain and launched a second fierce attack on the substitute, but still failed to touch the opponent, and instead suffered another serious injury on his body.

The previous ambitious declaration of victory now seems like a clown's funny line.

"I don't believe it! I have the destiny tool, I am the chosen one! You should all be my stepping stones!"

Forcing himself into flames to curb his injuries, the Star Painter's angry roar brought out a lot of blood foam, and the magic pen in his hand became brighter and brighter.

Swish! He waved the magic pen again:

"【Painted Soldiers Thousand Swords Mountain】!"

The tip of the magic pen brought out a large amount of illusory ink out of thin air, and each drop of ink extended into a sharp weapon, attacking the substitute in an overwhelming manner.

This strange stand-in just held up the brim of his hat and pushed it down slightly, with a cold smile on his porcelain face.

laugh!
Everything in the Star Painter's eyes instantly fast-forwarded to the next paragraph. His weapon was stuck upside down on the ground, and warm blood was gushing out of his throat.

This time, the Star Painter finally saw it clearly.

The time in the world outside of my own world fast-forwarded by several seconds, about 4 to 5 seconds.

No, that's not right. It's not that the world time fast-forwarded, but that my own time was paused for 5 seconds.

He covered the hollow throat from which blood was gushing out, and looked down with difficulty.

There was a black inverted triangle mark under his feet.

Is that the mark? It looks similar to the mark on the stand's forehead. Is there any additional condition... It must be stepped on by a living being to trigger the time pause effect... Damn, my head is getting more and more dizzy.

The Star Painter fell to his knees in a pool of blood with a thud, blood oozing out from between the fingers that were covering his throat.

This is the norm for many outsiders. Although they have extremely strong conceptual powers, their bodies are not good at fighting. They are pure glass cannons.

The substitute had no intention of moving forward to end the Star Painter's life. It just stood there and looked at the Star Painter with a half-smile.

What a cautious bastard... The magic pen in his hand fell to the ground with a snap, and he no longer had the strength to fight back.

As soon as the magic pen fell to the ground, it caught fire and soon burned into a pile of ashes.

As his vitality drained away rapidly, the Star Painter's mind, which had been a little groggy since the beginning of the war, became clear.

I was clearly planning to stay in the team and let the Mercury Snake and the Great Doll fight each other, so why couldn't I control my greed and jump out?
It's just like a foolish adventurer bewitched by a greedy dream...ah, dream, yes.

The corners of the Star Painter's scarred mouth twitched, revealing a helpless and desperate smile.

From the very beginning, I was fooled by Mercury Snake and became cannon fodder for him to explore the power of the great puppet stand.

He had no intention of saving his own life and Miao Chi's life. The generous reward would only be the spoils of war for him and Storm Bird.

Mercury Snake even hinted that he would destroy the life tool before he died so that the great doll wouldn't have the chance to obtain it... What a bastard who only harms others and does not benefit himself.

Sorry, magic pen... I'm a burden to you.

Plop! The Star Painter staggered and finally fell headfirst into a pool of blood. His lifeless eyes tried to look at the substitute, and he made a hoarse sound and his lips trembled.

Judging from the shape of his lips, it should be "What's your name?"

Before he died, he at least wanted to know what exactly killed him.

The stand-in held the brim of his hat with his hands, swung his legs in a slightly weird posture, and did a short tap dance. Then he put his hands on his chest and bent slightly. A crisp sound like the collision of porcelain was heard:
"Dead Can Dance, I wish you a worthy death."

PS: Dead can Dance is a band formed in 1981 and released an album of the same name in 1984. "Anabasis" comes from the album "Anastasis" released by Dead can Dance in 2012.