What is the difference between a seer and a mortal?
Is it because he has more knowledge and more powerful power, or is his state of mind stronger and his spirit less likely to be contaminated and eroded by abnormalities?
neither……
Before they cross that door, seers are no different from mortals. They are all ants when they see a transcendent plane that is incomprehensible, irresistible, and unseen...
Very few people would deliberately kill an ant, but often a small human action would crush them unintentionally.
This is the power beyond the known world.
Fascinated, Victor has already experienced it. When he was on the verge of death, the coyote statue on his back managed to survive, but the cost was still unknown.
Victor has not experienced exhaustion yet, because before exhaustion came, the coyote statue on his back repaired the damage to his body.
Only the arrival of fear made Victor feel for the first time what it meant to be hopeless.
He lost his mind. At the last moment, he only saw Li Anlong slowly walking towards the strange painting with thousands of faces.
Afterwards, he lost consciousness and his mind was consumed by crazy thoughts...
…
Rianlong stood in front of the painting with an indifferent expression, while Pickman's empty eyes stared at him, bleeding continuously.
The painter grinned ferociously at the red-haired fortune teller, but the fortune teller ignored him and his ferocious smile immediately froze.
Thousands of faces in the painting are constantly distorted, with expressions of hatred, and mysterious power bursts out, enough to destroy the mental body of any seer.
But even such terrifying power did not make the fortune teller in front of him waver in any way.
Not only that, the red-haired Li Anlong also looked directly at those thousands of faces, as if he was declaring sovereignty, without giving in at all.
"Uln ya respected yaah..."
A few twisted faces murmured frightening obscenities that did not belong to any nation or culture in the known world.
However, Li Anlong could understand it, and he even smiled, raising the corners of his mouth with a rare sarcasm.
"Order me to call your honorable name? Hmm... I don't think you are qualified enough."
However, the already crazy Pickman next to him seemed to have heard a revelation and shouted obsessively: "Beyond the boundaries of light and darkness, the lurking chaos, the father of millions of favored ones, the faceless pillar--
The God of Faces…”
"The Faceless Pillar? The Thousand-Faced God?"
Li Anlong raised his right eyebrow.
"It doesn't have its weight, but it has its name. I'm not as shameless as you."
After speaking, he stretched out his hand as if to touch the painting in front of him.
"There are so many narratives of time and history has been shattered several times. How come you, the filth that was originally born, are still thinking about that first moment?"
As soon as he said these words, the originally chaotic faces suddenly stopped at the same time. As if time had stopped, the eyes on all the faces were focused on one place - Li Anlong outside the painting.
"H''s ymg'...Uh'eog ot fhtagn——aaron."
"It's me..." Li Anlong could completely understand what it was saying.
So next, the strange evil god formed by the fusion of thousands of faces finally began to communicate in the common language of this world.
"This is the right way..."
Li Anlong shook his head disdainfully after hearing this: "No, violence is the right way to become a genius. You don't understand..."
After saying that, his hand suddenly touched the painting.
Pickman suddenly jumped up as if he had been hit with blood, and immediately rushed towards Rianlong.
But Lianlong only raised his hand and waved lightly, and Pickman's body was shattered into countless fist-sized pieces in the air.
And Li Anlong, who killed him instantly, didn't even look at the painter.
The fortune teller's hand reached in, directly into the world in the painting! It pinched towards the evil god with thousands of faces.
His action may seem ordinary, but the world in the painting is turned upside down, as if a shark has been forced into a fish tank that could only hold a few small goldfish!
His hands directly crushed the evil god with thousands of faces to explode, and what exploded were the thick colors on Pickman's crayons.
The surrounding environment also collapsed, and the black plants and rocks attached to the walls were shattered into fly ash one by one.
Li Anlong confidently stopped his hand, but his hand got stuck at the last moment. There was a suction force in the painting that pulled his arm, as if it wanted to drag Li Anlong's whole body into it.
"This is not your true self, it's just a projection. How can it be so powerful?"
Li Anlong frowned, and he found that some black pollutants crawled out along his arms, spreading out along the blood vessels like toxins entering his blood.
Without thinking, Li Anlong used his left hand to cut off his entire right arm with a knife.
Snapped!
At this moment, his severed arm was dragged into the world of the painting and disappeared along with the last lingering charm of the painting.
The surrounding space was collapsing. Li Anlong turned his head and glanced at Victor. The latter was bleeding from all his orifices due to the lethality of fear. He was scratching his chest continuously, and the skin had already been scratched.
…
Some time later, Victor woke up in his room on the fourth floor of the apartment.
He stood up suddenly, panting like an asthmatic.
The palpitations have not disappeared, and the fear before the fatal attack still lingers like a nightmare.
But after a few seconds, Victor reacted and began to look around. He found that he was still in Pickman's room, but the scene had returned to the same place as before, and there were no longer those dark and strange scenes like the other world.
Back to the material world.
Victor realized this instantly, but when he looked beside him, he saw Pickman's body lying there.
A complete body, not just broken pieces.
Of course, Victor didn't see the scene where Pickman turned into pieces.
"painting?"
He turned his head in horror and found that the easel was empty, with nothing left.
"Cough cough cough..."
A series of coughing sounds came, and Li Anlong, who was lying under the easel, also woke up. His body was intact, but his face was very pale, as if he had been seriously ill.
"What?" The red-haired fortune teller looked at the surrounding environment in surprise, "What is this place?"
He seemed to have forgotten everything that happened in the other world.
Victor called him, and Li Anlong looked over slightly nervously: "Mr. No. 99, why are you here?"
Victor frowned: "Didn't we both get pulled into a strange world just now?"
He recounted what happened before to Li Anlong, but the strange thing was that the latter couldn't remember anything clearly, only the scene that happened at the moment when the door was broken.
A twisted, weird object rushed out like a flood from a dam, and then Li Anlong lost consciousness and was here when he woke up.
"Could it be that... the Rianlong who appeared in Pickman's world before was not him?"
Victor thought in shock.
He knew very well that after seeing Pickman's paintings, his lethality was activated, and logically speaking, he was already dead.
But why could he still wake up? Moreover, Pickman was already dead. Apart from a little nosebleed, he didn't feel any discomfort.
Struggling to stand up, Victor turned Pickman's body over and saw a pair of hollowed-out eyes and a face full of blood.
Turning his head to look at the painting that had disappeared, Victor still remembered the thousands of twisted and terrifying faces in his mind.
They are like countless heads, stuck together, and then the flesh merges with the flesh, and the facial features gradually become dislocated. They are a whole, and each other has crazy and changeable pain.
"I understand...it turns out that this is the answer you gave to that riddle..." Victor sighed, took out a clean handkerchief and covered Pickman's face.