The transparent and fading figure quickly solidified in the crimson light, and the strangely colored scalpel seemed to appear extremely lightly in the crimson light.
Kain Chester felt a gap in the clothes on his chest being torn open, and then a stinging pain appeared in his chest. The sound of his heart beating vigorously sounded like thunder in his ears, and the blood with a dark atmosphere was almost soaked in it. All clothing on the chest.
He did not lower his head to look down, but he also knew the general situation there. Wisps of flesh sprouts were constantly emerging and squirming towards the scratched place, trying to restore the scratched scar to its original state, but it came from an unknown source. The power of the extraordinary item left a strange force on the scar, preventing his chest from re-sealing.
He could feel his life withering rapidly with the loss of blood. This should not have happened to him. The "resentful soul" should not have shed so much blood in the first place. He was the only one who could shed so much blood and was still a "werewolf" when. As he was promoted, his life seemed to be withering away. There was no longer so much blood in his body, and his heart was no longer his weakness.
But the power from the unknown extraordinary item forced him to exit the "spiritual body" state, and even made his body "alive" forcibly.
Jacks was really prepared for his arrival. Even if he avoided the power of the "Crimson Moon Crown" through his own means, the power of this unknown extraordinary item was very obviously targeting him.
But this was inevitable. Chester ignored the wound that appeared on his chest. He reached out and pulled open a painting wrapped in kraft paper that was only as big as a palm in his arms.
The mountains covered with white frost and the meadows stained with dark shrubs and weeds have a strange color. The unknown creatures with dark colors almost cover the entire sky. With transparent darkness.
But at the next glance, all the colors on it seemed to have completely disappeared, leaving only a canvas with some black lines, and the blank space was even whiter than the normal canvas itself.
Chester held the painting upright in front of him with his arms. The dark color quickly dyed his skin, and the color as pale as bone fragments and snowflakes quickly dyed his eyes. The blood color on the chest also disappeared, leaving only a deep darkness. The clothes covered with dust and mud completely turned into pure white like frost, and the wound on the chest only left a little darkness.
It was as if the crystal frost spread rapidly, and the moss that he could see in the corridor ahead of him that had been soaked in moisture for a long time turned into withered black in an instant. The little blood stains in the corridor turned into a little bit of darkness, and the blue stone slabs seemed to be just condensed with frost, turning into a bright white, making the originally dark corridor extremely bright.
Chester felt that the depression in his heart disappeared in an instant. Jacks' figure was quickly outlined and motionless less than five meters in front of him. His skin, hair, and clothes had all become completely human like his. Black and white, the strangely colored scalpel in his hand was just a silver-white blade with a little black on the edge.
Chester tugged at the corners of his mouth. He didn't feel any muscles on his face. Only a gap between pitch black and pure white was exposed where his mouth was.
His arm holding the painting did not change at all, he just walked forward slowly, and the black and white colors expanded forward until the wooden door was reflected in his eyes, with dark lines on the completely white background. Sex appeared in his eyes.
He slowly reached out and carefully rewrapped the kraft paper around the palm-sized painting. The white and dark colors in the surrounding corridors quickly disappeared. Most of the dark colors on Chester's body also disappeared, but his eyes still remained pale. The color was still a black and white picture before his eyes, and his free right hand quickly opened the door in front of him.
A baby-like stuffed doll with only black and white colors appeared in front of him, and then colors quickly began to appear gradually from one obviously uncoordinated arm.
Chester closed his eyes subconsciously, and subconsciously stretched out his sharp nails, scratching the brown paper in his hand. The brown kraft paper fell piece by piece, and the color on it quickly disappeared, leaving only the color with some shadows.
The obviously uncoordinated arm on one side of the baby-like doll quickly turned blue-black, with wrinkled lines on it with some dark brown traces. Dark-colored mucus flowed out from it, and strange bulges appeared from time to time. Expanding and shrinking, the skin at the top was stretched and had a clear sense of transparency. A little bit of pale, stretched and bluish skin seemed to be emerging from those strange protrusions.
A sharp roar mixed with chaos and crazy murmurs appeared in Chester's ears. His mind was in a trance for a moment, and then he quickly woke up. The blood dripped from his ears and instantly turned into dark lines.
"Son of God" Si'a!
Such thoughts flashed through Chester's mind for a moment, and he subconsciously grasped the painting in his hand. In his mind, he recalled the arms that were only black and white, and were obviously incompatible with the entire puppet.
Be part of Him!
Otherwise, "Melente's painting" would not be able to affect the puppet at all in the first place, and he would die directly the moment he opens the door.
But he was still dead, and Chester knew it. His mind alternated between trance and wakefulness rapidly, and he knew clearly that he would soon turn into a dark ink stain on "Melente's painting".
Then leaving his last traces here, Chester gritted his teeth slightly, followed the deep and sticky dark breath with a somewhat stagnant spirituality and touched the note in the pocket of his waist, which was located in his mouth The gap with pitch black and pure white colors opened and closed, and the somewhat stagnant Hermes language was mixed with the sharp roars mixed with chaos and crazy murmurs.
The prayer sentence he chose was extremely short, as if he wanted to read out this honorary name that was not too long as quickly as possible, and it even seemed a little ungracious.
"I pray you,"
"The endless hope, the endless pain, the silent one who will never forget,"
"I pray you lower your eyes here..."
Thick black sludge flowed out of Chester's pocket. The gray-black mist quickly dissipated and enveloped the entire basement. The black and white quickly faded from the basement. Endless negative thoughts appeared in the black sludge. It comes to mind every time it comes into view.
Chester felt something like a palm covering his ears, and a slightly cold and liquid-like substance quickly submerged him.
