Soul Painter

half an hour later.

Luc Villiers dragged Liu Xiu with broken bones and tendons, and walked out of the street that was plowed by a heavy bomb. Behind the two, the fire was burning fiercely. They are fighting with a bomb that will explode repeatedly, but unfortunately, the combat skills of this bomb are very average.

Although the power of the Son of Living Flame is greater than that of the Angel of Time, Liu Xiu can only be called "young and tender" in terms of fighting skills. The only price Luc Villiers paid in this battle was that his pajamas were a bit dirty.

Although Liu Xiu had his hands and feet broken by Luc Villiers, and even his neck was broken more than once, his injuries are recovering visible to the naked eye. In his eyes, Luc Villiers turned around and kicked Liu Xiu in the crotch. Liu Xiu, who was in the process of miraculous recovery, immediately rolled her eyes and passed out again.

The men in the Paris security forces who came here because of the fire and explosion, Qi Qi felt a cold in his crotch, and couldn't help but make a slight movement of his legs.

"The operator didn't come?" Luc Villiers looked around the crowd in front of him.

"Report, Mr. Angel, I didn't see Miss Operator." A sergeant stepped forward to report.

Now, Luc Villiers is a military advisor to the Parisian security forces. Before that, he was an advisor to the Berlin garrison. As the most active investigator on the battlefield, his appearance is well known to many soldiers, and he is regarded as Patron Saint of the Army.

People in the army habitually call him "Mr. Angel".

The lady operator who was supposed to arrive did not come, which gave Luc Villiers a bad feeling. He took out his phone before dialing the number representing the lady operator. Suddenly his expression froze and he threw away the phone , took out the pocket watch...

boom!

A behemoth descended from the sky.

Press where Luc Villiers was standing.

The security forces around were all taken aback, but the next second they felt even more shocking waves... Oh my God! what is that!

In front of hundreds of Paris security forces, a giant cat as high as the four-story building around it was squatting there, maintaining a hunting posture, and under its paws, Mr. Angel had disappeared without a trace.

"My God, my God!" screamed the soldiers, half of them rubbing their eyes and thinking they were hallucinating, while the other half pulled the bolts of their guns and shot at the big cat.

In the sound of the gunshots, the big cat ignored them at all, just licked its paw, its paw seemed to be injured, and the bullet hit the big cat without a sound like a stone falling into the sea. Afterwards, the big cat gave a 'meow' sound, jumped and ran away.

The next scene was very strange, because when the big cat jumped away, it turned into a kitten in mid-air, ran into the dark alley and disappeared.

...

Text spit out from a fax machine.

"A mysterious cat appeared in Paris, Judy died, and the angel of time was seriously injured..."

This is a house with a swimming pool near the beach in Rio de Janeiro, the second largest city in Brazil in South America.

Tropical evening winds pass through the house.

Blow up the curtain with ethnic customs at the door.

On the big white bed covered with soft velvet quilts, there is a brown red hair with beautiful curves.

The noise from the beach not far away could be heard in the night sky, it was a non-stop carnival every night.

This scene is enough to be envied by investigators who fought to death on the European battlefield.

At present, Europe and Asia have fallen into the abyss of demon wars, and North America has also been attacked by various demons, but South America has become a paradise. Exiled dignitaries have settled here one after another, which has also brought wonderful economic vitality.

Now.

In this leisurely scene.

A handsome shirtless man was pouring himself a drink in front of the dimly lit bar.

The fax machine in front of him spit out the above handwriting.

Then the following inscriptions appeared:

'Master Installation, your vacation is over. '

Lu Tiaoyang sighed, shook his head again, and clicked his tongue again. So many movements and tones expressed his reluctance, yes, who wants to die.

He held the wine glass in one hand, and flipped his palm gently with the other hand. A wonderful black cube-octahedron appeared in his palm. With the appearance of this ceremony, there was a figure like a cloud of smoke on the round stool opposite Lu Tiaoyang. Gather together and form.

It was a dark-skinned, thin figure who looked like an Egyptian pharaoh.

He was wearing a black robe, and the black robe was refracted under the dim light, and a gorgeous halo of various colors appeared, which made him seem to be set off in a gorgeous throne, and these lights were reflected on the top of his head. With a golden double crown, he exudes the charm of a dark god or a fallen angel.

In ancient times, no matter which race was created in the dreamland of the old gods, as long as he appeared in the gathering places of these creatures, those creatures would all worship him and regard him as the supreme lord, but he was unwilling Accepting these honors, he only loves to travel around the civilized world, enlightening civilization with marvelous power, and civilization needs to return Him with chaos, war and destruction.

"My lord, in the cycle of civilization in this world, are you really not planning to show your power?" Lu Tiaoyang asked softly.

The dark god on the opposite side did not respond.

This prayer was the same as before, but there was no result. This made Lu Tiaoyang a little disappointed, but he got used to it after being disappointed more times.

It is useless to count on the dark gods.

The Dark God is one of the highest ranks under the old gods, even stronger than the ordinary old days, but in the civilization of this era, He is unwilling to do anything, which is very strange, Lu Tiaoyang vaguely remembered that his own Prayers had been answered, but when exactly, he had forgotten.

Now, the appearance of the cat in the secret realm means that the cat will enter the human world. As the "ex-husband" of the cat, if he cannot become the only pillar of the cat, then the mystery given to him by the cat will be withdrawn. Yes, so, he can't escape, he must face it head-on.

"That kid Gao Fan is useless. If he can have a few kittens with Mi Mao, there will be so much trouble." Lu Tiaoyang muttered.

...

Thousands of miles across the Atlantic Ocean.

boston.

Gao Fan, who was painting on the painting, suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose.

The time difference between Rio de Janeiro and Boston is only two hours.

So when Lu Tiaoyang was singing every night, Gao Fan was still working hard on his creation. It is now mid-July, and this "War of Time and Space" has begun to take shape. Large areas of human soldiers and demons are spread on the canvas. The center of the battlefield revolves around the city of Berlin, and the entire layout is very spectacular.

After sneezing, looking at the painting again, Gao Fan suddenly felt something was wrong.