Maybe, you can actually paint a picture.
Reminded by Bakugan, Ronan remembered his identity as a psychic. Although he still doesn't understand the truth until now, it turns out that he really has a talent in this area.
The most important thing is that Ronan now has inspiration.
This inspiration has existed since the beginning of the sacrifice.
The weird altar, the burning sea of clouds, the brilliant stars, the tempered edge, and of course, the empty and silent realm of death at the end.
Lines, composition, light and shade...all the elements have been in his mind for a long time.
Ronan believed that even if this incident did not happen, he would definitely remember this scene and observe it when he returned home.
At this moment, as soon as a thought comes to mind, the urge to draw becomes extremely strong.
However, judging from the experience of drawing psychic drawings several times, before putting pen to paper, you must have a source and a trend, and add to the existing composition.
But Ronan knew too little about Raven's past affairs... Well, that's easy to handle!
In an instant, Ronan's mental telepathy was fully released. The person in charge in the fighting arena was worried, the spectators were panicking in the evacuation corridor, and the gangsters were whispering while maintaining order. No matter where they were or what they were doing, They all have the same shiver.
At this time, in the lower area of the building, Ink, who had been with Baoyan, fluttered his wings and flew back towards the fighting arena, ignoring Baoyan's call.
Mr. Ma was lying on the stretcher in a daze, with his hand on his chest. Even though he had taken the medicine and was put on the ventilator, the palpitations and suffocation he had suffered a few minutes ago were still lingering around him.
What happened
He is the director of a large biopharmaceutical company in Xiacheng. He is worth hundreds of millions. People respectfully call him Mr. Ma. Wealth and women are just natural embellishments for him.
In the full sixty or seventy years to come, what he needs is more vivid interest, stronger stimulation, and a more top-notch sense of accomplishment.
What could be more fun, exciting, and successful than taking charge of other people's lives
So Mr. Ma fell in love with the fighting arena and the bloody atmosphere. He invested here just to change the tricks to make the fighting more exciting and exciting.
Today, the fighting arena asked him to borrow his top collection, the abnormal long-mouthed monster lizard, and he agreed without hesitation. In fact, he purchased this abnormal variant in order to add new tricks to the fighting arena at some point in the future.
His wish came true early.
But just a few minutes ago, his most proud collection, the Long-billed Monster Lizard worth tens of millions, fell to the ground, collapsed, and rotted in front of him.
The destruction of a collection is not the end of the world. But that form, the will of death that came in an instant, the terrifying power far beyond the limit of his control, gave him a heavy blow to the chest.
Who caused all this
Raven, Raven!
The girl struggling in the cage he created.
I remember that when she first arrived in the fighting arena three years ago, she was so thin that she looked like she was only six or seven years old. It was under the stimulation of drugs that she grew to her current height.
She was a talented fighter. Excluding the training time, in just over a year, she became a victorious king of the fighting arena.
But no matter what kind of genius he is, he always holds it in his hand. Every time he sees Ruiwen pretending to be calm but always working hard, Mr. Ma feels a sense of satisfaction.
Her fists were very hard and fast, but no matter how fast or hard they were, they could not break through the surrounding transparent protective wall.
This is domination, this is pleasure!
But why is it completely different today
From beginning to end, he didn't even hurt a hair. But there was an invisible cold hand that grabbed his throat and pressed him against the ugly lizard's body, letting him savor the taste of fear and death.
Raven, the predator, the ominous crow...
"It's time for the exit."
The relieved voices of the medical staff around me sounded: "The ambulance has stopped in the parking lot, Mr. Ma is the first, and then..."
The sound of Pu Leng's flapping wings almost flew over his head, and the medical staff exclaimed:
"This crow is so big!"
Mr. Ma opened his eyes suddenly, just as the stretcher came out of the corridor. In the changing light, Wu Yangyang's black outline flipped over people's heads, reflecting the strange light and shadow outline.
The medical staff instinctively waved their hands away, only to receive a black feather falling down.
It's like a silent magic eye, casting a glance.
"Riven!"
Mr. Ma sat up suddenly, causing the energy and blood to rush, and the bursting sound of his heart turned into a death knell, ringing loudly.
His eyes widened and he fell backwards. His last shrill scream was transmitted back and refracted repeatedly in the arc-shaped corridor:
Raven, Raven, Raven…
The huge crow flapped its wings and flew past. In a very short period of time, no one in the entire passage made a sound or moved. Fear strangled their throats and swept them away like an icy tide. Devoured one by one.
Raven, Raven!
This name seemed to turn into a devil's spell, growing and spreading in my heart from the outside to the inside, from him to me.
Predator, Crow, Flat-chested Witch...
The fragments in the memory kept turning over and intertwined with emotions, just like the crow's wings passing before the eyes, wiping out the deep ominousness and fear.
The crow flew across the corridor and crashed into the empty fighting arena, circling and flying.
In Ronan's eyes, the crow is walking through a dark cloud of negative emotions.
In the turbulent clouds, there is the outline of the altar with intertwined lines, and hundreds of blurry figures running around and shouting inside. Compared to their earlier stupidity, they seemed to have a clearer definition of their own position.
From the master of illusion, he became the pig and sheep of reality.
Countless memory images belonging to Raven are presented and blended in the altar. Most of them are fragmented and distorted, forming a vague image of Raven. There are countless side splicings, but it is still too biased.
Ronan mused.
The Ruiwen he saw was different from these people.
Of course, Riven who competed with the Human-Faced Spider and won, and who killed the Long-billed Monster Lizard with one blow, were impressive.
But the first impression that Raven gave him was still that young child in the lounge with a towel on her head, using childish words to communicate with "Mr. Crow".
She is trapped in the circle of her own logic, and perhaps her self-identity is more like a "crow" than a human being.
But no matter what, on Ronan's altar, she is the unique winner who sacrifices everything and gains everything.
As the bearer of the altar frame, Ronan has the obligation to bless the winner.
The ink made an unpleasant squeaking sound, but the hoarse tail sound was stirred up with the call from the spiritual level, and was thrown into the night sky of Xia City:
"The only winner: Raven!"
The dark clouds were surging, and a bright star rose into the sky, its sharp light sweeping through the clouds.
The structural outline of the altar has become clearer than ever before, just like the shape of Ronan's gestalt,
That bright star sometimes stays in the tower and sometimes swims outside the tower. It has its own unique trajectory and has a wonderful and clear connection with the Gestalt.