I'm not a drama god

theater.

Stab-prick-

On the dimly lit stage, countless black shadows were scrambling and struggling frantically, like a chaotic battlefield... But as their fight became more intense, the originally silent spotlights began to flicker faintly, as if affected by some force.

In the flickering light, all the dark shadows were stunned. They seemed to have noticed something and looked up at the spotlight on the stage.

next moment,

A figure slowly stood up from the silent audience.

Red and black flames burned on his face. As the embers faded, a hideous Nuo mask reflected dim light in the darkness, like an abyss that swallowed everything… The original bright red robe seemed to be tempered by the black and red fire. Intricate black patterns were outlined on the surface, with a hint of dazzling golden light in between. The red, black and gold colors were tempered and jumped in the dark, flowing with an indescribable repressive beauty.

Chen Ling's red costume was originally like dazzling cinnabar, simple, bright, and dangerous; but as Chen Ling put on the Nuo mask, the costume also underwent a mysterious change in the interweaving of drama and witchcraft...

Compared with the original performance costumes, it is more complicated, quaint, mysterious, and closer to "ritual" costumes.

"tender……"

A deep voice came from under the Nuo mask, and Chen Ling's purple pupils were extremely deep, "I feel your power."

After Yao's soul merged into [Painted Red Face], Chen Ling could clearly feel the connection between himself and his soul. Another ability that had been sealed away for a long time was activated at this moment:

【Soul Recall Technique】

After drawing this skill from Kongwang, Chen Ling has never used it. Although this skill can reproduce the abilities of the soul before its death, it first requires establishing a connection with the soul, and Chen Ling did not have this opportunity at all.

But now, his soul and Yao's soul are closely connected.

Under the effect of the soul recall technique, Yao's Wushendao enveloped Chen Ling. This was the first time that Chen Ling felt the breath of Shinto other than the Xishendao... It was ancient, obscure, and mysterious.

“【God descends】.”

As Chen Ling slowly uttered two words, the God's Descent Ceremony was quickly set up on the stage. A force spanned the stage and the audience seats, madly consuming Chen Ling's soul strength while forcibly squeezing him into nothingness!

This was a path that belonged to Yao alone. It was the first time Yao prayed to the Shinto star for Chen Ling to descend upon the earth. It was also the last time Chen Ling was sent back to the stage at the divine sacrifice site... Only this time, it was no longer Yao who initiated the [God's Descent], but Chen Ling herself.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The spotlights flickered wildly, like lightning flashing across the stage. As all the lights suddenly brightened and then fell into complete darkness, Chen Ling's figure disappeared from the audience seats...

next moment,

A red and black Nuo opera robe appeared like a ghost among the chaotic "audience".

Among the many playful scarlet eyes, the hideous Nuo mask was particularly conspicuous. At this moment, all the "audience" sensed the breath of [Nuo] and turned their heads to lock onto Chen Ling from every corner!

Those pupils are like a scarlet sea in the dark night, making one's scalp tingle at a glance. How many rioting "audiences" are there on the stage at this moment?

Hundreds, thousands, or infinity?

Chen Ling didn’t know.

The only thing he knew was that from the moment he stepped onto the stage, he was no longer a headless fly who could do nothing... Yao had used her soul to push him here, and now the path to take everything back was clearly laid out before him. The question was whether he could persevere to the end.

Either he knocks all the "audience" off the stage and takes back his body; or he is besieged and torn into pieces by the "audience" and dies.

His fate, their fate, and the fate of the times are all in Chen Ling's hands;

At this time, Chen Ling chose to open her palms...

He hooked his finger at the endless "audience", as if challenging fate.

"……Come!!"

The next moment, all the rioting "audience" on the stage rushed towards Chen Ling like a surging wave! !

……

The infinite realm.

The big red paper umbrella was placed on the "figure's" shoulders. He suddenly seemed to realize something and looked towards the nothingness not far away...

The playful scarlet eyes seemed to see through everything. He raised his hand and pointed in the air. The outline of a CD immediately appeared from nothingness, and dense cracks spread wildly on it as if it was under some extreme pressure!

In front of Mo, all the methods of Xishendao are as fragile as paper, even the demigods are the same.

But the next moment, something changed suddenly.

The body of the "figure" suddenly shook, and a barely perceptible hint of purple appeared in those scarlet eyes... Red and black flames inexplicably ignited from his body, as if there was some kind of power in his body that was continuously pouring out!

The hand that was originally holding the umbrella handle began to twitch little by little, and the neck was stiff and occasionally glanced to the side. The movements fell into a strange state of uncoordination, as if two consciousnesses had appeared in one body, and they were constantly struggling.

"What's going on? Why did it suddenly go crazy?" Sun Bumian asked in confusion.

"There's fire coming out of his body... both red and black." Zhao Yi fell into deep thought, "Could it be that some master has taken action? No... the fire is coming out of his body, why does it feel so similar..."

"Slash the Evil." The Skeleton Wolf beneath him suddenly spoke, "My body is out of control, and my inner self is rushing through the acupoints... It's like I'm Slashing the Evil."

"Yes, yes, it is [Death Slash] for sure..." Zhao Yi was puzzled.

"But he's obviously not a fusionist... Isn't he the disaster itself? How could he suddenly [Slay the Evil]?"

"This...I don't know either."

Just as everyone was talking, more and more red and black flames came out of the "human figure". Everywhere the flames burned began to vibrate and swing uncontrollably, and even the corresponding shadows began to show a hint of the luster of human skin.

There was a gleam in those scarlet eyes, and he simply gave up attacking the disc and focused all his attention on himself. Sheets of red paper floated out from under the umbrella eaves, quickly sealing the places where the flames were gushing out!

The breath of annihilation spreads wildly in the void!!

……

boom--!

boom--! !

boom--! ! !

The red and black robes collided in the shadows. With a heavy punch, the shadow in front of Chen Ling was hit so hard that his head was twisted, and his body flew backwards over the edge of the stage and fell heavily into the darkness of the audience.

Under the ferocious Nuo mask, Chen Ling's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He was like a god of war on the ring. He twisted his body, and his right leg under his robe was like a long whip, directly kicking the two closest audience members to the ground...