Tonight, just like the previous days, he moved his painting tools here to remember his wife. His face was extremely pale, and he was holding a handkerchief. Every time he coughed, dark brown blood stains would be left on the handkerchief.

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Groups of gray haze that cannot be seen by the naked eye will brew around him. He is still alive, but more like a dead person, an undead wandering outside this world.

"Karen?" Piaget saw Karen on the building opposite, but Karen didn't seem to notice it.

Although Karen's consciousness can easily cover the entire city, he did not pay attention to the non-existent animal next to him.

"Undead". Although the followers of the Wall God Cult are called madmen, they are not good at fighting. However, in history, they have preserved many murals about gods.

This means that they have the special ability to get close to God and observe God. At this time, the gray fog around Piaget has such an effect.

"Karen... cough cough cough..." Piaget wanted to call his friends on the rooftop opposite to go back to his house for coffee later.

However, his voice was too hoarse, windy and too empty, and he could not shout. However, Piaget didn't care. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which made his originally pale face regain some rosiness.

He felt that the dark night and Karen looked beautiful at this time. God, this is really a perfect composition, with simple color arrangement, but it renders intoxicating weight and solemnity.

Piaget took out a few paints and squeezed them into the palette. This was his most precious paint, made from the ashes of his wife. Of course, he had to use it to paint his closest friend.

After many days in a row, the blank drawing paper was finally filled with color. While drawing, Piaget raised his head and observed Karen across from him.

For some reason, an indescribable joy rippled from the depths of his soul. Suddenly, he seemed to be asleep, but he still clearly felt the movement of the brush in his hand. He was still in reality, but in a dream.

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He walked into the deep corridor, and once again he came to the deepest part. He could no longer remember how many identical dreams he had had, but every time, he could not clearly see the picture in the innermost part.

True appearance.

This time, he had no hope, but as he opened his eyes, he saw his easel, the painting he had just painted, and Karen in the painting.

...The Eternal Palace of the previous era. The God of Order removed his hand from the Notes of the God of Principle in front of him, and at the same position an era later, Dis also removed his hand.

"It's still too late for you to change your mind now." Faced with the inquiry from God, Dis asked: "Now, I am willing to change, will you change?" The God of Order replied: "You have a good grandson."

Dis nodded: "I like to hear him call me grandpa." The God of Order left the palace.

The plane completely disappeared and everything returned to calm. Dis picked up the book on the ground, patted it, and blew it again.

On the cover, the haggard face of old Hoffen was revealed: "It's really hard to imagine what we have gone through during this period of time."

"Then have you thought about how to face Karen when you go back?"

"I have thought about countless possibilities for this. God is a god and his grandson is his grandson. There is no conflict."

"Yes, there is no conflict." Dis raised his head, and his divine head was revealed on his chest. Immediately, his divine head began to crack and split into fragments of his divine head.

Old Huofen asked: "Can I interview you, Dis? As the first person in this era to become a god, and the first person to fall from the status of god, how do you feel?"

"A little hungry."

"There is a cook at the checkpoint."

"I want to eat what my grandson made."... In the last era, the God of Order returned to his temple after leaving the Eternal Palace.

The majestic divine body descended, bringing with it a solemn shadow. The gods and guards in the temple saluted one after another: "Praise the great God of Order."

"Praise the great God of Order." There was a bald god, kneeling on the steps of the Temple of Order, worshiping loudly.

The figure of Order did not stay and returned to his throne of Order. Tiranus pushed away the quill in his hand, stood up and saluted: "God."

"She's here again?"

"Yes, this little god named Ranedar has been here many times. The last time, he was just beaten by Ogurev."

"Why did Ogurev hit her?"

"Maybe he doesn't like having his hair styled by such a little god."

"Tiranus, go see her and listen to her request." Although Tiranus felt a little surprised, he still accepted the order: "Yes, I will obey God's will." But Tiranus did not get up directly.

, but continued: "God, Ruiliersa asks to see you, and is waiting in the side hall at this time."

"Tell her to come in."

"Yes, God." Soon, Rilisa's figure appeared under the Throne of Order. She wore a phoenix feather on her left hand and a bracelet made of the colorful world on her right hand. She respectfully saluted the being above the throne: "

Pay homage to the great God of Order." After saluting, Rilisa raised her head, her expression nervous and excited. Every time she could get close to him, she could feel the trembling from her godhead. There was not only awe, but also

There are many other emotions.

"Rilisa, what can you do?"

"Returning to the great order, I am here to warn you. I have drawn your...end." Tiranus' eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice: "How dare you curse our great lord!" Rilier said.

Sa held up a scroll with her left hand and said with a hint of sobs: "Please take a look at it, the great one!" The God of Order opened her hand, the scroll flew into his palm, and she unfolded the scroll.

What is painted inside is a young man standing on a high place. Behind him is a dark and solemn night.

Rielisa below said: "I firmly believe that the great you will exist forever and will always be above the divine world. I don't believe there is anything in this world that can threaten you. I should not have presented this painting to you.

Come up, but I don't want to see your sacred

There are any flaws on your body. This painting predicts your end. I implore you to move the people in the painting ahead of time..." Ruiliersa's words stopped, and a terrible force imprisoned her.

, making her unable to send any more messages.

When Tiranus saw this, he was not surprised. A little wall god dared to draw the end of our Lord without authorization. It was simply a stain on the Lord.

The quill automatically wrote what was happening right now on the first draft of "Symmetra". The scroll burned in the palm of the God of Order and finally dissipated.

The imprisoned Rililsa spit out a large mouthful of golden divine blood, and her body suddenly fell into a state of depression. It was obvious that the painting consumed a lot of her effort.

"Tiranus."

"God, please give me your orders."
Chapter completed!