Infernal Artist

"What time is it now?"

"By our human time standards, it's three o'clock in the morning."

"Very good, you can keep watch a little longer and you can rest at dawn."

"That feat..."

"I'll figure it out for you."

"yes!"

After talking to Alande, 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.

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

——Nightmare Embrace·Blood Skeleton.

——Human torch.

The two cards shine together.

Andrea's voice sounded again: "You are carrying the nightmare of the expeditionary force. You can't go there in person. You can still use the dragon's magic to go there from the dream."

"Okay." Liu Ping followed the good advice.

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 his waist.

Liu Ping felt as if he was leaving the expeditionary camp and flying towards the depths of the void.

He looked back and saw that he was still sitting in front of the fire, with the rabbit on his shoulder and the card spread out in front of him. Alande was watching the movements around him vigilantly.

All the scenes flashed by.

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

flight.

flight.

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

Liu Ping gradually approached.

A long bloody river flows in the dark depths.

The torrential blood roared and roared. It was unknown where it came from or where it was going.

Liu Ping stopped in front of the Blood River.

The old voice suddenly sounded, echoing in his ears:

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

"Remember - sometimes history is confused because certain things in the past are unresolved." Liu Ping said.

The blood river spread out in both directions, rolling around Liu Ping, gradually forming a huge crimson whirlpool, surrounding him.

All the darkness around him 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 blood and looked at Liu Ping.

The old voice sounded again:

"You found the Holy Spirit."

"Finally, at this moment, all the conditions have fallen into place."

"let's start--"

"This is the last chance for humanity."

Liu Ping stood in the center of the whirlpool, and lines of burning small characters suddenly appeared in front of his eyes:

"You have earned the title of saint."

"You have the spirit of the Holy World: Andrea."

"You are holding the human fire, embracing the body of nothingness, and surrounded by thousands of human heroes, you are about to enter real history for the first time."

"This sequence has been connected to the Blood River."

"Synchronizing!"

"Transmission begins——"

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

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

Liu Ping faced the layers of blood and walked toward 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 make breakthroughs and strengthen their souls, and eventually become fruits that can provide them with powerful evolutionary power."

"But they also make mistakes."

"Melee mages are their fault—"

"This profession is so powerful that it is just a little bit beyond the control of the nightmare monsters."

"Nightmare monsters finally do away with the profession."

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

"Remember, the most important thing is to deceive those monsters. If you are seen through by them when you are rescuing people -"

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

The words fell.

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

He looked out and saw only hazy light and countless phantoms.

In the river of blood behind them, countless humans roared together:

"Change!"

"Change!"

"Change our destiny!"

Their voices mingled with the roaring tide, surging like furious waves.

Liu Ping listened with bated breath for a moment, then gently raised his hand.

All sounds quieted.

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

…

boom--

Thunder rang out.

In the ruined world, a long-awaited heavy rain ushered in.

Rapid footsteps sounded.

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

She glanced around cautiously.

No one followed.

——It’s safe for now.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the statue, and prayed softly:

"God, please protect me."

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

"Please protect me!"

After she prayed, she suddenly smiled bitterly and said to herself: "How can there be gods in the world? If there really are gods, why did all the melee mages die one after another?"

A strong wind blew in the temple, roaring through the empty hall.

The woman's hood was blown open, 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, the only sound that could be heard was the pounding rain outside.

No one else.

Delia looked around, felt something in her heart, and looked up sharply.

The broken statue smiled at her from the high platform and said in a loud voice:

"Delia, I hear your prayer."

"Don't say anything now and listen carefully:"

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

"You have to impart the knowledge of melee mage to him and let him become the last melee mage in history."

"This way you can escape and leave directly from this moment to the future."

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

"Be sure not to be careless, otherwise you will be doomed."

After saying these words, the statue sat upright again and turned into a cold stone statue, no longer showing any expression.

Delia was stunned, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Outside the temple.

Liu Ping opened his eyes and looked into the void.

I saw lines of burning small words floating there:

"You unleashed your bizarre acting skills: the special effects artist."

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

Collect all the fine print.

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

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

"Liu Ping?" Delia said.

Suddenly there was a burst of thunder outside.

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

Delia looked at the young man opposite, and felt an indescribable feeling 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.

"Do you want to become 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 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 mage, then you will not be the last, I will be the last." Liu Ping said.

"But - isn't the last melee mage going to die? Do you want to die for me?" Delia asked in confusion.

"In the future, we will be very good comrades-in-arms. I will rescue you first and leave the rest to me. 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 am here."

There was a flash of void, and Andrea emerged quietly, placing Delia's body on the ground.

"Is this my corpse?" Delia lost her voice.

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

"That--"

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

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 it? I would like to pass on the knowledge of melee mage. Unfortunately, no one dares to take up the post because every melee mage is dead."

"What's wrong with giving it to you? I hope you can keep the legacy of the melee mage."

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

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

"good!"

Andrea pointed to the body on the ground.

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

"This is……"

Delia hesitated.

"It's nothing, it will make you disappear into history - I will take you away right now!" Andrea said.

"Wait, where is he?" Delia couldn't help but ask.

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

A bloody passage opened, and Andrea took Delia away from the hall.

Only Liu Ping was left.

He immersed himself in looking at the inherited knowledge of the melee mage, and while turning the pages of the book, he praised: "Yes, these skills are almost different from ordinary strange skills, and have almost surpassed all the set skills in my memory. No wonder this profession was created The nightmare monsters want to destroy it."

A gust of wind blew.

There were some scattered noises outside the temple.

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

But his whole person turned into Delia's appearance.

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

"Based on 'deception', this image will deceive all beings who see you, and they will think you are Delia."

All the burning little words flashed by.

Liu Ping closed the book.

"I feel good after learning it... This profession is really like a BUG. It can break through the shackles. No wonder the nightmare monsters deleted this profession."

He commented seriously.

There was a flash of void, and the bloody channel opened again.

Andrea appeared quietly.

"The nightmare monster that will kill her is coming. Let's go." She waved to Liu Ping.

Liu Ping was about to speak when he suddenly saw lines of small burning characters flashing in the void again:

"Notice!"

"The strange swordsmanship you created for Li Changxue: Secret Sword Shock Slash has been added to the collection of the Most Excellent Martial Arts Sutra."

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

"The human swordsman has gained another strength."

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

"Current merit: 1,200 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 words and muttered: "Andrea."

"What?"

"You hide first."

"Ah? What do you want to do?"

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