'This is... Clarensor's mythical creature form?!'
Chen Lun looked up at the dark blue monster, his face beneath the visor filled with horror.
When he used the Soul-Watching Technique on it, he only got the name "God of the Out-of-Control Mural", and the rest was unknown. The warning of spiritual intuition soared to the extreme, and a strong sense of uneasiness enveloped Chen Lun's heart.
'It's impossible to win... I will be killed instantly... I should run... run quickly...'
Countless distracting thoughts could not be suppressed in Chen Lun's mind. Emotions such as fear, awe and panic arose spontaneously, driving him to urgently want to escape from this place.
But his body froze uncontrollably in place, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch. It was as if he had met a superior being at the level of life essence, and every cell in his body instinctively felt fear, wanting to break free from his control and disintegrate into submission.
As the huge irregular head and the crystalline mask gradually approached, the poems chanted by countless mouths in unison became louder and louder, penetrating into Chen Lun's mind like a devil's sound... His sanity was rapidly declining, and he felt headaches and chills accompanied by a strong sense of nausea. The scene in his sight became more and more distorted and bizarre, and he could even hear his own body creaking and groaning under the heavy burden.
Fortunately, the statue of Maggie spontaneously replenished its rationality, and Chen Lun felt better, and his thoughts were gradually pulled back.
'Calm down! Calm down!'
'
He yelled at himself in his heart.
His strong willpower helped him regain a little control over his body, and he slowly and mechanically tightened the handle of the silver sword.
'This is just a replica of Clarenso! Even if he is a god-level angel, the one before us has less than one thousandth of his power. If we don't even have the courage to face him, how can we challenge fate and find the future?! This is a fairyland! I am the master here!'
Chen Lun forced himself to realize that even if he could not defeat the opponent, he could leave at any time with his power.
Suddenly, he regained a little sense of security from the boundless fear.
Hundreds of azure statues quietly formed a circle, trapping him tightly. The mad god Clarenso, in the form of a mythical creature in mid-air, was looking down at him with some indescribable look.
Chen Lun kept his head raised in a rigid posture, his eyes fixed on the huge crystal mask, staring at the two huge black holes. He seemed to see something deep and incomprehensible through the mask...
It seemed like boundless knowledge, or profound and obscure magic, but if Chen Lun were to explain it himself, he might absurdly think that everything he saw was just the other party's unintentional metabolism.
It's like the air you breathe in and out.
I don't care about it, and it's not worth mentioning.
But for the ants, this may have become a terrifying storm.
Chen Lun suddenly became distracted.
He realized that he had lost his normal vision at some point, and all he could see was a constantly changing colorful glare, like colored glass, which was intoxicating.
But the rational mind deep inside told him that these were all illusions.
The five senses were instantly activated, and Chen Lun saw clearly what he looked like now—
A pair of eyeballs, having witnessed Clarenso's true appearance beneath the mask, had already turned into blue crystalline polyhedrons, flashing with eerie light, like two sapphires embedded in the eye sockets.
Chen Lun realized that he was polluted...
Even though the statue of Maggie was transmitting rationality at all times, this kind of mythical pollution was difficult to guard against. It penetrated his mysterious resistance and descended upon him.
'In less than two minutes, my body will be completely crystallized... It turns out that the source of the pollution in the Crystal Mountains is Clarensor after he lost control. Those azurite crystals are most likely the product of the spread of his power...'
Facing a desperate situation, Chen Lun was no longer nervous or afraid at this moment, and was left with only emptiness and indifference in his heart.
He suddenly thought of Mr. Byers and what he had said to him before he died:
“Love is the most expensive anchor. It cannot defeat death, but it can anchor the soul. It allows the departed soul to stop wandering and the living soul to find its home…”
Clarenceo had gone mad, that was a fact.
But Chen Lun looked at the densely packed blue statues in front of him, and their identical and delicate faces, and he couldn't help but have another thought in his mind:
'If the God of the Murals didn't love Lady Frederic deeply enough, how could he have created so many statues that looked exactly like her after losing control? Lady Frederic is the most important anchor of Clarenso...'
Chen Lun's hands trembled, and he moved his fingers, and with difficulty he took out a crumpled paper ball from the Blood Poetry Ring...
This was the love letter he found in the cigarette box given by Ms. Frederic... the love letter that Clarenso had written to Frederic in his own handwriting.
Chen Lun had casually placed it in the corner of the ring space. It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that it might be the best tool for self-rescue at the moment.
"Your frown has captured my heart. It is like honey in a bottle, flying back and forth like a firefly. If I die without regrets, I will be buried with you in the same tomb. If I die with regrets, I will execute your orders..."
The exquisite handwriting on the paper is still preserved.
It seems that as time changes, it remains the same.
When the note flew out of Chen Lun's hand, the statues in front of him turned their heads without exception and stared at it, until it fell from mid-air and lay on the ground.
Even the countless mouths on the surface of Clarenso's huge head stopped singing at this moment and closed tightly, and the surroundings instantly became dead silent.
"It's her..."
An old and hoarse voice hummed in the abyss.
"My beloved, Fredetri."
One of the mouths on the surface of the head suddenly opened, and another middle-aged man's voice uttered:
"I can't forget her."
Another mouth spoke:
"Yes, I can't forget... what an outstanding woman she was. She followed Lady Angela with me, learning and traveling for a long time, and fighting side by side for countless times."
This is the voice of a young man.
But Chen Lun could tell that these all belonged to Clarenso, and perhaps corresponded to his states at different points in time.
Chen Lun felt that his body was gradually regaining control, and the intense pain and discomfort were also subsiding. Clarenso seemed to be briefly awakened to his senses by a love letter. He did not continue to target him, but fell into reminiscence.
"Now... From the Augusta Mountains to the Byron Arctic Icefield, from the astral world to the spiritual world, from outside the historical curtain to the unforeseen gap, her insights and thoughts, her wisdom and experience, her every frown and smile, have always inspired my creative passion. I want to paint her on the wall of the Crystal Kingdom, beside me, behind the Lord, at the end of the magic path, at the beginning of all encounters, turning into eternity, never ending..."
The old voice muttered slowly.
"But... Lady Angela has gone to find Montgomery, the 'Rope of the Curtain'. I was attacked by her in the dream world, and the pollution got out of control, and I fell into eternal damnation... Frede-Tree, Frede-Tree, the light of my life, the fire of my soul, my hope, my obsession, my... unattainable person."
The voice gradually became fainter.
Click!
The huge crystalline mask suddenly cracked!
Knowledge, endless knowledge comes with overwhelming pollution!
Chen Lun obtained all the extraordinary knowledge of magic, from Sequence Nine to Sequence Four, but he felt no joy at the moment, only horror.
Because the tens of thousands of sanity points originally stored in the Maggie statue were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye to offset the pollution at this time. However, the irreversible crystallization continued to spread from his eyes, crawling up his nose, cheeks, neck, and even his limbs.
At the last moment, Chen Lun tried his best to pick up a small piece of mask fragment the size of a palm that had fallen to the ground, and silently said to return in his heart.
whoosh!
His figure disappeared from the spot.
Everything at the bottom of the abyss seemed to dissipate like smoke, and he returned to the world of murals, sitting on the rotten floor of the twenty-first floor of the spire.
Bang!
Chen Lun fell straight down like an old man with stiff joints, stirring up a thick cloud of dust.
He was already somewhat conscious at this point, but his strong desire to survive supported him and prevented him from falling into a coma... Because Chen Lun knew that once he lost consciousness, when the sanity value in the Maggie statue was exhausted, the crystalline pollution on his body would no longer be a hindrance and would engulf his entire body, including his soul.
Eventually, he will turn into a crystal statue and remain in this mural forever.
'I got the fragment of Clarenso's mask, which contains his power... As long as I add it to the painting, I can rescue Carmen, and this will be considered as completing the promotion mission... Then, with the extraordinary transformation, I will have a chance to survive.'
Chen Lun raised his head with difficulty, and his neck creaked.
Half of his face had become crystallized at this point, sparkling with a deep blue glow. His originally deep black eyes had now turned into two sapphires, empty and lifeless.
laugh…
He slowly stretched out his hand and crawled on the ground.
The whole body was like a rusty machine, making creepy jamming sounds while struggling to drag.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Chen Lun's strong will allowed him to crawl back to the room on the top floor with his semi-crystallized body and come to the front of the painting.
The fragments of the mask that he was holding tightly in his hand fell out.
Clang...
Colorful light, like flowing paint, rose from the mask fragments, was attracted by the painting, and was immersed in it.
Then, the painting began to move!
The skinny old man curled up in the corner, like a character in a frame-by-frame animation, slowly got up from the ground, pressed down the pointed tall hat on his head, and jumped out.
at the same time.
In the dim and turbid sky, a figure in a yellow robe suddenly moved.
On the tombstone below his robe, the name "Bankrotf" was engraved and glowed slightly. A pale thread containing endless despair and death broke through the painting and instantly passed across Chen Lun's neck.
Zheng—
When Chen Lun finally regained consciousness, he felt dizzy.
And the prompt sound that pops up on the panel:
Complete the promotion task: Move the hand of fate!
Obtain the main occupation "Sequence 4 - Clown (Fate Faction)"!