Amanda was shocked, and she let go of her palm to get rid of the corpse, but at this moment, the highly swollen corpse suddenly opened her eyes.

"What are you going to do?"

"You've been pulling my ......"

Immediately afterward, something seemed to be wriggling inside the corpse, and the skin was stretched out almost transparently, and then exploded with a bang.

Cracking sound!

Before the filth on the corpse could get close to Amanda, the energy in her body exploded, and the flames propped up a wall in front of her, and the pieces of flesh were swept away by the heat as soon as they got close.

Through the flames, Amanda saw a familiar face floating out of the corpse's skull.

"A powerful sorceress ......"

"Tsk."

Before the other party could continue to speak, Amanda suddenly stretched out her left hand, the flames in front of her wrapped around her palm, and then grasped the face floating out of her skull at great speed.

"Got you!"

Amanda snorted coldly, and then squeezed hard without saying a word.

Call!

The flames burned, but no screams came.

Amanda turned around, she was still falling, and if she hit the ground at this speed, it would be very ugly.

At the same time, rows of half-meter-long steel spikes suddenly appeared on the originally empty ground, and then the sound of breaking wind came, and the steel thorns on the ground shot towards Amanda.

"What the hell is this place?"

Amanda was in mid-air, with nowhere to dodge.

But at this time, she had already been promoted to the second order, and her strength had improved a lot compared to the last time she met Little Red Riding Hood.

This strength is not only reflected in combat effectiveness.

There is also a more diverse range of spells.

The power in her body was released, and the flames enveloped her, and the steel spikes that shot into the air were swept away by the long whips thrown out of the flames before they could get close.

Amanda clasped her hands together, flames dancing on each strand of hair, and instead of slowing her down, she pushed the fireball that enveloped her to the ground at a faster speed.

Whew!

The fireball hit the ground without the imaginary crash, no flying dirt, no scorched earth.

There was just the sound of the cloth being torn.

"Is that all you have to do?"

"What Roger said is really reasonable, the guy who hides his head and tail is always useless!"

The earth was as thin as white paper, easily pierced by the fireballs that formed around Amanda, and the moment the tearing sound sounded, Amanda knew that she had escaped from a painted world.

"There's always a way for me to kill you!"

"As long as you're still in my paintings."

Louis's voice rang out from all directions.

"I love this era of technology, which provides us with convenience and ...... at the same time"

"And powerful!"

"Click!"

Amanda heard a pull on the bolt.

Her strong spiritual power allowed her to capture a bit of malice in the dark, and in the dense forest, Amanda's body quickly panned.

The next second, a bullet grazed her boot and hit the ground.

She looked around.

It was surrounded by a vast white expanse, full of trees with no end in sight.

Without stopping in one place, Amanda ran quickly, two long flaming whips flying in the wind with her hands hanging down.

Swish!

The surrounding trees were easily cut, and Amanda, who was running, soon noticed the anomaly.

These so-called worlds in the paintings are not separate cursed spaces, but were painted by that Louis in other ways.

Limited and fragile.

As long as the border is found, it can be destroyed with the power of Amanda.

The flames burn everything.

Looking at the burned world in front of her, Amanda gasped slightly.

She's not Roger, and the continuous outbursts have made her a little unbearable.

And Louis, who was hiding in the shadows, apparently discovered this.

"How much strength do you have?"

"I'm patient, and your strength will run out."

Amanda wiped the sweat off her face.

"It's the same with your paintings."

The girl sneered, "Let me guess how many more you have?" ”

"You don't need to know!"

Louis struggled to keep the steadiness in his voice.

"Enough for me to drain your strength and kill you."

Amanda's eyes sparkled.

"Then you're going to speed things up."

"Because I feel that three more times at most, I will be able to find the secret of the world in the painting, and then break your neck!"

Obviously, the other party is just an ordinary person, but Amanda is limited by the environment and can't let go at all.

The anger in his heart increased, and even the momentum on his body rose a little.

She recalls the killings she had had done before and thought of the events she had encountered since she arrived at the manor.

"Why did he kill those ordinary people?"

"Could it be that he knew he was going to fight the transcendental, which is why he had prepared so many worlds in the painting in advance?"

One thought after another flashed through my mind.

"No, that's not right!"

"Roger said that the more powerful the curse item, the more restrictions may be on the use, this guy should be just an ordinary person, but this thing in his hand ......"

"It's a little too strong!"

Amanda felt like she was very close to the truth of the matter.

"He's draining my strength."

"There aren't that many ...... in the picture world at all"

Amanda struggled to find some flaws around.

While she was thinking, a powerful force suddenly came from behind her, and Amanda turned around, and a man with a fire burning all over his body was standing not far from him.

"Figured it out?"

Louis had a sinister smile on his face.

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

"The world absorbs your power, and as the battle progresses, you will become weaker and weaker, and I will grow stronger!"

Feeling the power of the other party and herself, Amanda was not panicked.

"What do you think power is?"

"Is it a simple pile-up?"

She sneered, and the whip in her hand swept towards the other party's neck.

Syllable!

A big tree suddenly appeared between the two, and the thick trunk blocked Amanda's vision, and her heart sank, and she subconsciously flashed to the side.

Syllable!

The ground was torn apart, and Louis unexpectedly bypassed the tree and appeared strangely beside Amanda.

"But in terms of skill, I'm certainly no match for you."

Louis looked calm.

"But this is my drawing, and the pen is in my hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Amanda noticed that several thick tree trunks suddenly appeared around her, and these things seemed to appear out of thin air, instantly blocking the range of Amanda's escape.

"Although you can't do whatever you want......"

Louis's voice came from all directions.

"But ......"

Louis seemed to enjoy the feeling of being hidden behind the scenes, and his voice was full of malice that could not be concealed.

Amanda knew that a barrage of attacks would follow, but just then, a familiar voice came from the sky.

"But that's all you have to say."

"Roger?!"

Amanda shouted in surprise.

She didn't know what was going on outside, but it was clear that Roger had found Louis's hideout.

"You...... How did you end up here? ”

Louis's frightened voice was heard all around.

"Where's Lancelot?"

"How could he let you ......"

"He's dead."

Roger said coldly.

"You're almost there, too!"

In the next second, Amanda felt the whole space shake with it, and then everything in front of her began to melt, and the surrounding scenery turned into the original paint again.

The torrent swept by, and when she came back to her senses, she found herself in a dark, narrow room.

Across from him, Roger was pinching Louis's neck with a relaxed expression.

"I've found the hole in the world in the painting, and if you don't come, I'll be able to crack the secret soon."

Seeing Roger Amanda finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Secret?"

Roger smiled, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a fake, and this kid used a paintbrush to deceive you?" ”

"That can't be!"

Amanda's eyes widened, "No one knows your ...... better than I do"

Amanda snapped to a halt, "I'm really close to finding a flaw in the world in the painting. ”

The red-haired girl held her head high.

"It's an unfinished painting, so it can be revised and even smeared repeatedly, and the first stroke that falls on this paper is its flaw."

Amanda looked at Roger.

"Am I right?"

Roger didn't answer Amanda's question, but tightened his palms.

"I didn't think about it that much."

"If you don't have enough IQ, you have to make up for it."

"That's it."

"If it were me, I would have torn the whole world apart with a sword."

Amanda pursed her lips and said nothing.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Roger asked.

"Grab it back and give it to the Warlock's Guild, of course."

Roger shook his head.

"I'm afraid not."

He then briefly recounted the previous events and mentioned some of his own speculations.

"Besides, when you see this guy, it's not really as young as it looks."

"He drives a skin, and in this body holds another soul."

Roger lowered his head and looked at Louis, who was shivering.

"Am I right? Mr. Louis. ”

Needless to say, Louis's attitude speaks for itself.

"What's going on?"

Amanda hasn't figured it out yet.

"Don't kill me, please let me go!"

Louis wept bitterly.

"I'm just an ordinary ......"

"But you've lived for more than 100 years."

"Please spare me, knowing that I am also a victim."

"It's Lancelot, and Lancelot told me to do a lot of things."

Louis gasped, partly because of the tightening of Roger's palms, and partly because of the panic in his heart.

"Believe me, I didn't know anything about the Otherworld, or the Knights of the Round Table, until I met Lancelot."

"Even my father didn't know that my mother had ever been married to someone else and even had children!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Amanda felt like she was confused.

"Here he is referring to his own soul, not this body."

Roger explained.

"To the outside world, they are famous Polish painters."

"But in fact, whether it is Louis or his father or grandfather, they are actually one person, the body is just a shell, and it is another guy who manipulates the body."

"Am I right?"

Roger looked at Louis.

Louis nodded, and Amanda finally sorted out the relationship.

But she still had some doubts.

"This guy is just an ordinary person, does he use some weird methods to keep his body young forever, or does he change it every once in a while."

Although the results of these two methods are the same, the message behind them is completely different.

"The average person's body can't avoid aging ......"

Louis replied.

"So these bodies, young bodies, are all drawn by me with a paintbrush."

"Drawn?"

Amanda was stunned for a moment, but then seemed to understand something.

She looked around.

"So the world we're in now ......"

"The World in the Picture."

"I want you to hear my story too, and trust me, things wouldn't have turned out this way until I met Lancelot."

Roger let go of his palm slightly, allowing Louis to breathe more air.

"Back 100 years ago, we were an art family, dealing in antique paintings, dealing with high society and even royalty."

"But I have never had much talent in painting, and by chance, I met a down-and-out painter who I admired and became friends with."

"But he was a strange man who didn't seem to have much interest in money, but he always wanted to paint a portrait of me, and I agreed without much thought."

"But the painting time of this painting is extraordinarily long, it lasted for more than a month, and in the process of painting, wonderful things happened, and I felt that my whole person had changed."

"Everything around me became out of place, I started to get emaciated, and I lost interest in food, women, and all other stimuli, but correspondingly, he wrote about me more and more vividly."

"It wasn't until the day the portrait was completed that I felt like I had been reborn on paper, and I finally knew the man's secret."

Louis's eyes twinkled strangely.

"He has no talent at all, it's not him who has extraordinary abilities, it's the pen in his hand!"

"It's a magic pen."

"He absorbed the essence and soul of that man's body, and then created a whole new me."

"I live in the world of paintings."

"From that day on, the world seemed to be turned upside down for me, and I became a shell and a tool in reality, and under the control of that pen, I began to show my talents."

"And so the days went by, until I met Lancelot."

"There were no surprises in the reunion, he quickly discovered my secret, and then he used me to help him do something."

"Damage Transfer."

Louis spat out a word.

"Lancelot noticed that I could map the changes to the painting onto the observer, so he wanted to be inspired by this to find a ...... to deflect damage."

"Even the method of transferring confinement."

"As the experiment progressed, more and more people were killed, but with him covering for me, nothing was flawed."

"And so many years passed, and I changed my body, and the damage transfer he wanted was finally achieved."

"But he wasn't satisfied, and not so long ago he became even crazier."

Louis looked submissive, but where no one noticed, there was a strange light in his eyes.