I Became the King of Villains In the Game

'This is... the mythical creature form of Clarenzo? ! '

Chen Lun looked up at the huge dark blue monster, his face under the visor was full of shock.

Peeping Ming used it, but all he got was the name "God of Mural Paintings Out of Control", and the rest were all unknown. The warning of [Spiritual Intuition] soared to the extreme, and a strong uneasiness enveloped Chen Lun's heart.

'Impossible to fight...I will be killed in seconds...I should run...Run fast...'

Numerous distracting thoughts could not be restrained in Chen Lun's mind, and emotions such as fear, awe, and panic arose spontaneously, driving him to desperately want to escape from this place.

But his body froze in place uncontrollably, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch. As if meeting a superior person at the essence level of life, every cell instinctively fears, wants to break away from his control, collapses and surrenders.

As the huge irregular head and the crystallized mask gradually approached, the poems chanted by countless mouths became louder and louder, penetrating into Chen Lun's mind like a magic voice pouring into his ears... His sanity was falling rapidly, Headaches and chills came with a strong sense of nausea, and the scene in his sight became more and more distorted and weird. He even heard his own body screaming and whining to him overwhelmed.

Fortunately, the statue of Maggie made rational supplements spontaneously, so Chen Lun felt better, and his thinking was gradually pulled back.

'calm! calm! ! '

He yelled at himself in his heart.

Strong willpower allowed him to regain some control over his body, and he slowly and mechanically clenched the handle of the silver sword.

'It's just a copy of Clarenzo! Even if he is a god-level angel, the existence in front of him is not enough for one thousandth of the strength of his body. If he doesn't even have the courage to face him, how can he challenge fate and find the future? ! This is wonderland! I am the master here! '

Chen Lun forced himself to realize that even if he could not defeat the opponent, he could leave at any time with his authority.

Immediately, he regained a little sense of security from the boundless fear.

Hundreds of azure statues quietly formed a circle, trapping him tightly, and the mad god Clarenzo, who was in the form of a mythical creature in mid-air, was looking down at him with some indescribable eyes.

Chen Lun maintained a stiff posture with his head up, his eyes fixed on the huge crystal mask, staring at each other with the two huge black holes. He seemed to see something profound and incomprehensible through the mask...

It seems to be boundless knowledge, and it seems to be profound and obscure magic, but let Chen Lun explain it by himself, he may absurdly think that everything he sees is just the other party's inadvertent metabolism.

It's like the air you breathe out.

Neither care nor worth mentioning.

But for the ants, it may have become a terrible storm.

Chen Lun suddenly shook his head.

He realized that his eyes had lost their normal vision at some point, and all he could see in front of him was a piece of ever-changing colorful glare, like colored glass, which made people fascinated.

But the reason deep in his heart told him that this was all an illusion.

[General knowledge of the five senses] unfolded in an instant, and Chen Lun saw his current appearance clearly——

A pair of eyes, because they witnessed the true face under Clarenso's mask, have already turned into blue crystal polyhedrons, shining with strange light, like two sapphires, embedded in the eye sockets.

Chen Lun realized that he was polluted...

Even though the statue of Maggie transmits reason all the time, this kind of myth-level pollution is hard to guard against. It penetrates his mysterious resistance and descends on him.

"In less than two minutes, my body will be completely crystallized... It turns out that the source of pollution in the Crystal Mountains is the out-of-control Clarenso, and those pyroxene crystals are probably the product of the spread of his power..."

Facing a desperate situation, Chen Lun has no tension and fear at this moment, only the emptiness and indifference in his heart.

He suddenly thought of Mr. Byers, and remembered what he had said to himself before he died——

"Love is the most expensive anchor. It cannot defeat death, but it can anchor the soul. Let the dead soul no longer wander, and let the living soul find its home..."

Clarenso has gone mad, that's a fact.

But Chen Lun looked at the densely packed blue statues in front of him, and their identical delicate faces, and he couldn't help but have another thought in his heart:

‘If the God of Murals didn’t love Ms. Fred Cui deeply enough, how could he create so many statues exactly like him after getting out of control? Ms. Frederick is the most important anchor of Clarence...’

With trembling hands, Chen Lun flexed his fingers and took out a crumpled paper ball from the Blood Poetry ring with difficulty...

This is exactly the love letter he found in the cigarette box given by Ms. Fred Cui... The love letter that Clarenso once wrote to Fred Cui.

At the beginning, he left it casually in the corner of the ring space. It wasn't until this moment that Chen Lun suddenly realized that it might be the best tool for self-help right now.

"When you turn back, you take my heart. It's like honey bottled, flying back and flowing fireflies. When you pass away without regrets, you will be buried in the same tomb. When you pass away with regrets, I will execute it for you..."

The exquisite handwriting on the paper is impressively preserved.

As if the years have changed, it remains the same.

When the note flew out of Chen Lun's hands, the statues in front of them all turned their heads and stared at it without exception. Until it fell from mid-air and lay on the ground.

Even the countless mouths on the surface of Clarenso's huge head stopped singing at this moment and closed tightly, and the surroundings instantly became dead silent.

"It's her..."

An old and hoarse voice buzzed under the abyss.

"My beloved, Frederick."

Suddenly one of the mouths on the surface of the skull opened, and another middle-aged man's voice came out:

"I can't forget her."

Another mouth spoke out:

"Yes, I can't forget... What an outstanding woman she was. She followed Master Angela with me, studied and traveled for a long time, and fought side by side for countless hours."

It was the voice of a young man.

But Chen Lun could tell that these belonged to Clarenso, perhaps corresponding to his state at different time points.

Chen Lun felt that his body was gradually regaining control, and the intense pain and discomfort were also subsiding. Clarenso seemed to be briefly awakened by a love letter, and instead of targeting him, fell into reminiscence.

"Hey... from the Augusta Mountains to Byron's Arctic Ice Field, from the astral world to the spiritual world, from beyond the curtain of history to the unforeseen gap, her insights and thinking, her wisdom and experience, her frown A smile inspires my creative passion all the time. I want to paint her on the wall of Jingyao Divine Kingdom, beside me, behind the Lord, at the end of the magic path, at the beginning of all encounters, and turn her into an ancient, eternal Not ending..."

The old voice whispered slowly.

"But... Master Angela has gone after Montgomery, the 'Rope of the Curtain'. I was attacked by him in the dream world, the pollution was out of control, and I fell into eternal sinking... Frederick, Frederick, the light of my life , the fire of my soul, my expectation, my obsession, my... unobtainable person."

The voice gradually faded.

Click!

The huge crystalline mask suddenly cracked a gap!

Knowledge, endless knowledge comes with pollution overwhelming!

The extraordinary knowledge of the magic path, from Sequence Nine to Sequence Four, was completely obtained by Chen Lun, but he had no joy at the moment, only horror.

Because the tens of thousands of sanity points originally stored in the statue of Maggie are disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and are used to offset the pollution at this time. However, the irreversible crystallization continued to spread from his eyes, climbed up his nose, cheeks and neck, and reached his limbs.

At the last moment, Chen Lun tried his best to pick up a small fragment of the big slap mask that fell on the ground, and returned silently in his heart.

Whoosh!

His figure disappeared in place.

Everything at the bottom of the abyss drifted away like blue smoke, and he returned to the world of murals, sitting on the decaying floor of the 21st floor of the minaret.

Boom!

Chen Lun was like an old man, his joints were stiff, and when he fell straight, a thick cloud of dust was stirred up.

He was a little unconscious at this time, but his strong desire to survive supported him and prevented him from being unconscious... because Chen Lun knew that once he lost consciousness, when the sanity value in the statue of Maggie was exhausted, the crystallization on his body would The pollution would no longer hinder him, engulfing his entire body, including his soul.

In the end, he will turn into a crystalline statue and remain in this mural forever.

'I got the fragment of Clarenzo's mask, which contains his power...As long as it is added to the painting, Carmen can be rescued, which is regarded as the completion of the promotion task...At that time, under the extraordinary transformation, I There is a chance of survival. '

Chen Lun raised his head with difficulty, his neck creaking.

Right now, half of his face has crystallized, shining with azure brilliance, a pair of originally deep black eyes are now two sapphires, empty and lifeless.

laugh……

He slowly stretched out his hand and crawled on the ground.

The whole body is like a rusty machine, struggling to drag while making a creepy jamming sound.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Chen Lun's tenacious will made him climb back to the room on the top floor with his semi-crystallized body, and came to the painting.

The fragments of the mask that were tightly held in his hand came out.

clatter...

The colorful brilliance, like flowing paint, rises from the mask fragments, is attracted by the painting, and sinks directly into it.

Immediately afterwards, the painting moved!

The skinny old man curled up in a corner, like a character in a frame animation, slowly got up from the ground, pressed the pointed high hat on his head, and jumped out.

at the same time.

On the cloudy yellow sky, a figure in a yellow robe suddenly moved.

The tombstone under his robe was engraved with the name of "Bancroft", which shone slightly, and a pale silk thread containing endless despair and death breath broke through the painting and crossed Chen Lun's neck in an instant .

Zheng——

At the end of Chen Lun's consciousness, he felt dizzy.

And the prompt sound that pops up from the panel:

[Complete the promotion task: move the hand of fate! 】

[Obtain the main profession "Sequence Four - Clown (Fate Faction)"! 】