The man in the fog did not expect the subordinate that he valued the most to be killed so easily.
He was reminded of what Chang Wenyu had told him. The painter had a very scary power. With a certain price, he could draw a person or Specter into his painting and take away everything from them.
This power had a great limitation, but Chang Wenyu did not tell him what the limitation was. She only said that the painter could only use this power three times in a short period of time, which meant that he could only draw three people.
"Kindness' soul did not vanish. She was just taken away from her." The man in the fog inspected the sheep-headed woman's body condition. He knew that a Red Specter's soul would not leave any trace in this world, but Kindness' body would remain.
"If Chang Wenyu is not lying, and the painter can only use this power three times in a short period of time, then there is nothing to be afraid of." The man put down Kindness' body. "To stall the painter, Chang Wenyu used up one of the man's powers, and earlier, Kindness used up one of his paintings. Now, he only has one chance to use his power."
The thick blood fog obscured their vision. The leader had been hiding in the fog, and so far, he had not revealed his true face. "A very scary ability, but it is meaningless in the face of absolute numbers. When he finishes the third painting, it will be the time for his soul to dissipate."
The fog that blocked Evil slowly dissipated. The man practically delivered Evil to the painter. From his perspective, exchanging Evil's life for one of the painter's paintings was worth it.
"When I push open the ownerless door and become a Greater Red Specter, I will find what you've lost and help you be reborn from your own dead bodies."
The man's words seemed to be directed at Evil. After the man said that, the pig monster charged at the painter like it had gone mad.
The fog churned, and black liquid leaked out from Evil's mouth. His whole body reeked of Foul Odor. Unlike Kindness, there was nothing about this monster that made people like him.
"The painter's special power is powerful, but his real body is not that strong. Evil is the perfect counter to him. If only Kindness was still here. With the help of Kindness, the combination of good and evil, even a Greater Red Specter would be able to stop him for a while." The man in the blood fog could control the fog in the world behind the door. Ignoring everything else, just this power alone was mysterious enough. "Unfortunately, he probably saw the problem, so he wasted a chance to paint to heavily injure Kindness."
The fog gathered around him, and the man was like the eye of the storm. He attracted all the fog around him to enter the School of the Afterlife.
The man and Evil approached the education block from two different directions. Black thorns paved the way under their feet.
The man in the fog purposely avoided the painter, but to his surprise, the painter, whose body had changed drastically, moved to stand between him and Evil.
"You want to fight both of us at the same time?" The man in the blood mist was very strong. He had not shown his true face, so his identity and power were a mystery. If not for the painter's terrifying power, this battle might have ended a long time ago.
The painter did not waste words; he used his actions to prove everything. The arms behind his back bulged under the stimulation of the negative emotions, and the presence of the painter continued to grow.
He wanted to gather the school's consciousness, absorb all the anxiety and despair, and turn all the students' negative emotions into his own weapon.
A person's emotions contained an extraordinary power. Because of this, obsessions were born, and because of this, the Gate appeared.
"The tragedy that a Red Specter can endure is limited. Without the door's approval, you will not be able to handle the negative emotions that have accumulated in the school. You will lose your mind and explode." The man in the fog waved his arms again, and more shadows appeared around the school. "There are many monsters in that city. They are twisted and crazy, and they are all after this school. Even if you can stop Evil and me, so what? As long as you are held back, the school's consciousness will be consumed. The longer you are held back, the more consciousness will disappear, and as the consciousness disappears, you will become weaker. "
The man in the fog did not want to fight, but the painter did not give him the chance to speak.
"Bang!"
A large piece of the blood mirror above his head shattered. One of the painter's arms grabbed the broken mirror and stabbed it at Evil.
The moment the mirror fell off, it turned into many crying consciousnesses. They became the painter's blade, and when he swung it, a blood light appeared.
The mirror cut through Evil's body, cutting open the pig's mask and tearing open the large mouth on the side of Evil's body. However, just as the mirror was about to cut through the other side of the mouth, a soft sound came from the mouth.
Countless teeth bit on the mirror, and black liquid dripped on the mirror. The mirror made from the students' memories shattered instantly, and the children's shadows were swallowed by the large mouth.
"Greed is a type of Evil. It can eat many things, and the more it eats, the stronger it becomes."
The large mouth was rapidly healing. He swallowed the mirror and bit the painter's arm.
"You want to swallow me as well?"
The mirror in the sky had already shattered, and the buildings had become illusions. Only four places were not that affected.
At that moment, the painter reached his arm toward one of them — the trash transfer station between the eastern and western campuses.
"True Evil is not the ugliness of the body or the flaw in human nature, but a kind of purposeless innocence. Pure evil is like the black on my drawing board. It doesn't have any other thoughts. It's cold and evil. It's all because it's black. "
The arm behind the painter grabbed the trash transfer station in the mirror. The monster on all fours destroyed the door of the last room in the transfer station and then escaped in a hurry.
The mirror shattered, and one of the pivots was destroyed. The sin that had been accumulated on the campuses surged into the painter's body. With his face twisted, he used his body as the medium to shove the sin and curse into Evil's mouth.
The souls of sin were screaming. They did not expect the end of their short journey to be a large, stinking mouth.
Screaming, begging, cursing, cursing, none of the words could move the painter.
"I am the painter. I need white, and I need black. As long as I can complete the final painting, it does not matter what color I use."
Evil's body expanded, and the painter's expression twisted. The calmness on his face slowly disappeared.
The evil spirits in the last room were all locked up by him. They were trash that could not be used, the darkest and scariest part of human nature.
"If you want to eat, then I'll let you eat all you want!"
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