1385: Chapter 1381: Trilogy 1385: Chapter 1381: Trilogy Lu Ping’an, the Painter of Desperation, practiced a hybrid profession, which roughly belonged to “Space” and “Environnt” systems, though it ca with particularly exacting usage conditions….
“Traveler beneath the Great Snow Mountain.”
The canvas spread open before him depicted an endless snow mountain and…
an avalanche!
The sudden phantom mountain flitted by as if it was right before his eyes, yet also as if it was infinitely distant.
But the oncoming avalanche consud everything in its path, the overwhelming pressure of the collapsing mountain and tsunami assailing the mortals below.
This scene, like the canvas spread out, under the boundless and silent avalanche, the tiny traveler of desperation faced their own nightmare.
To flee?
To resist?
Or to embrace death with open arms, before a true natural disaster, it was all aningless…
“Holy Land.”
And suddenly, a black hall appeared midair, blocking the unfathomable ice and snow.
Large amounts of snow continued to fall quickly, but after being intercepted by the black hall paved with Holy Light, the montum was significantly reduced.
Contamination would be overshadowed by stronger contamination, no matter how powerful Lu Ping’an’s abilities were, his “Output of the Sixth Tier” still caused his snowy scene to be stopped by the light of the hall, which was certainly of a level surpassing the seventh tier.
Lu Ping’an sighed; this painting was a product of his imagination as he passed by Snow Mountain, admiring the snowy landscape.
Without a core, it could not beco self-sustaining; to him, it was a disposable item.
“…to go and draw it again would be exhausting, and I’d have to find a mountain and collect snow myself.”
As Lu Ping’an complained, he carelessly threw out another canvas.
“Survivor of the Snow Mountain…”
Nad survival, but the malevolent creator, how could he possibly paint a normal “fortune”?
At the foot of the canvas, which traveler who had experienced an avalanche, miraculously lucky to be alive, but now, he was frantically speeding through the snow.
“Wooo wooo wooo wooo!”
The reason was the pack of large white malevolent wolves behind him.
Not only did travelers survive, but so did the “natives” of Snow Mountain.
The ravenous wolf pack, swelling several tis in size, each transford into an unstoppable malevolent wolf, and pounced on their “mory” of prey.
And that “Traveler,” originally a fignt of imagination, disappeared without a trace in the next mont.
Only leaving these malevolent wolves, continuing their instinctive hunt for prey lurking in the shadows.
“Wooo woooo!”
A large Mammoth Elephant was using the firearms from the baskets on its back to shoot frantically, impacting Lu’s makeshift position with its body.
A few wolves, draped with misted blood, pounced onto it and then tore apart its flesh.
“…..What is this?”
At that mont, a figure suddenly appeared on the back of the Mammoth Elephant.
Bane was sowhat surprised; he hadn’t seen such an ability in all his wide experience.
It seed to look like a “Secret Realm with rules”?
Bane was a bit perplexed, a bit curious, but what he had to face was that Kitten that had been kicked down a mont before.
“Boom!”
This ti, the one at a disadvantage was Chris!
As the vehicle of impact, the Mammoth Elephant died instantly, but Bane on its back did not retreat, instead, Chris was the one sent flying in the opposite direction.
It was only because she reacted in ti, grasping to mitigate her losses….
just as she had conjectured before, the gap in Basic Attributes was too vast.
And just as Chris gritted her teeth, preparing to fight seriously.
“The Traveler’s End….”
Lu Ping’an tore through the final act of the trilogy,
It was about the traveler who narrowly escaped from the wolf pack and hid in a pit in the snow, attempting to survive…
but he was not the protagonist of fate, just an ordinary Traveler, and so he quite naturally t his own end.
“….Frozen to death.”
The painting showed a Traveler frozen to death in the snow, his skin and hair covered with snow, yet his body was still intact, even sporting a sinister smile.
The malevolent Curse turned into reality, even for Bane, at that mont, he felt chilled to the bone.
The trilogy, at first, depicted destiny, then it led destiny, and finally, it defined destiny…
The vicious ability of the Scholar series and the Painter of Desperation fused together.
Bane, who was naturally designated as the “Traveler protagonist” by the first two parts, inevitably beca the protagonist of the third part, the Traveler destined to freeze to death on his journey.
Now, the complex Curse had taken effect, and the destiny painted into reality, determined by Lu Ping’an’s brush as “frozen to death,” was supposed to be the end of Bane.
“Expel!”
A sudden roar shattered the surrounding space, and the elderly gentleman with streaks of silver hair suddenly transford into a muscle-bound monster.
The Gourt, combined with the Beast Tar, forcibly turned into a basic monster, used his physical body to expel the “destiny” guided and defined by Lu Ping’an.
But it was already too late.
“Claw.”
The simple word was uttered by the falling Kitten.
Using speech to strengthen her own “definition,” it was evident that Chris was unprecedentedly serious.
The low temperature, as defined, had not been completely expelled.
In his flesh and bones, the Extraordinary chill was still paralyzing his flesh and nerves.
He was too slow.
“Fang.”
When Chris uttered the second move, the massive black shadow claw suddenly appeared.
And as if the outco was placed before the cause, a huge claw mark appeared on Bane’s body, ripping him apart into two halves.
He imdiately sped up his Regeneration, beings of the Life system were very hard to be completely killed…
“Boom!”
But his forehead was suddenly “pierced,” and his head exploded like a waterlon.
Chris retracted her hands that had assud the “Tiger Form,” her complete “Chr-style Hieroglyphic Boxing,” was a true Combat Skill of those beyond Quasi-God.
“Tail…”
And as Chris was preparing to deliver the fatal blow, it was Bane who erupted first.
“Death…
I will not die!”
Fear mingled with despair, and desperation brought about courage; Bane’s body swelled once more.
His body erupted with Tentacles, eyeballs, and faces—all bursting forth.
The already muscle-bound giant he was beca a twisted large Giant.
However, this spectacle did not hinder the swiftly approaching Chris.
She climbed rapidly along the extended tentacles in silence, as stealthy as a hunting wild cat.
She had entered range, yet she still held back her attack…
She knew she had only one chance, and her actual physical body, being of the Sixth Tier, could not completely kill Bane of the Eighth Tier in one strike.
“Fei’er.”
The faint words signaled a resolve to kill.
Behind Chris, the shadow of the tiny Catman suddenly revealed a smile.
In an instant, the gap between light and shadow was broken, and the elegant Cat Princess descended to the Mortal World.
“Clap!”
A gentle clap followed by the sudden ergence of a small “Black Hole.”
If only looking at destructive power, Fei’er, who mastered “opposition,” had too many dangerous toys at her disposal.
The “Black Hole” appeared and in the next instant grew exponentially.
Bane, who was too close, couldn’t avoid it and was imdiately sucked in, losing a substantial amount of flesh.
“Crack!”
And at that mont, a six-ard sinister Snake Demon appeared behind Bane and with a light slash, cleaved him in two.
This was not Lu Ping’an’s pursuit, but rather Bane’s “escape path.”
So flesh was swallowed into the Black Hole, while the other part that was cut off not only increased the distance between them but also achieved Regeneration in a re few seconds.
This, perhaps, is the most frustrating aspect of the Life system.
“…Young man, quite interesting.”
Just as Bane was about to say sothing else, cries near his ear interrupted him.
He turned around sharply, only to see an Exotic Realm woman less than a ter behind him, covering her face and weeping incessantly.
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