Chapter 3 Seal

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But she didn't even raise her head, and stretched out another pen in her left hand, continuing her painting.

A strong soul wave emanated from the gargoyle's gaze, making her left hand that held the pen tremble as if holding a heavy object. The silver-haired woman clenched her teeth, trying not to let her trembling arms affect the quality of the picture. She's still going, but at a noticeably slower pace.

The gargoyle's soul became stronger after devouring those miscellaneous soldiers. With her current level of painter, it was too reluctant. In addition to her shoulder injury, she was already sweating profusely.

A giant wolf desperately bit the gargoyle's thigh, preventing it from moving.

The gargoyle fell twice, stretched out its left hand angrily, and pinched the giant wolf's neck. With a puff, the other hand pierced through the neck of the giant wolf. The giant wolf finally let go with a whine. The gargoyle grabbed the giant wolf's upper jaw, threw the contractor out, and smashed it against the wall with a bang, reckless.

With a loud cry, it launched a final charge towards the silver-haired woman.

His huge body bounced around in the corridor. As long as he got close, his sharp claws could easily cut the opponent's throat. It is said that the blood and soul of the painter are good supplements.

However, at this moment, a white light flashed in the air, and the gargoyle felt as if it had run into a dense liquid, and its movements became extremely slow.

Allen finally made a move. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to help that woman seal the demon, otherwise no one here would be able to escape today.

The silver-haired woman raised her head. Even with the helmet behind her, Alan could still feel the astonished eyes of the other party. The silver-haired woman never thought that an ordinary person from a slum would dare to come over to help her. Is this kid an idiot?

At this moment, Allen didn't have time to guess what the silver-haired woman was thinking, let alone make unnecessary explanations. He shouted, "Let me pass!" Hurry up, he wasn't sure how long the gargoyle could be delayed.

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired woman didn't ask any questions, nor did she hesitate. The hanging right hand pressed a button on the trousers, and the light shield disappeared with a buzz, and the button-like thing fell to the ground with a clatter.

Alan finally came to the woman's left hand side. With just one glance, he could see that the painting was almost finished, but the last few strokes were also the most difficult.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and held the slightly trembling left hand. If he wanted to live now, he had to draw this picture.

He felt that the power of the soul was penetrating into the paper with the brush, driving a mysterious and mysterious power to walk on the paper according to the strokes of the painting. Every time the pen was drawn, every color block was like a net, grabbing the soul of the gargoyle on the other side.

The soul of the gargoyle is desperately resisting. This is a contest of soul power.

Allen felt that the pen in the woman's hand was very light. With a slight push, the brush moved again, and the light strokes left a series of colors on the canvas.

With Alan's joining, the gargoyle's soul seemed to have encountered irresistible pressure, and suddenly roared in pain while holding its head. All the souls that were originally fighting against the silver-haired woman were absorbed by Alan.

The gargoyle had already crawled to the ground in pain, begging loudly, "Don't...don't...please don't seal me..." But its soul was still flying towards the painting piece by piece, and he was in despair.

The silver-haired woman also felt that her brushwork became extremely smooth all of a sudden, and the watercolor color just flowed out naturally from the brush, as if by magic, she completed the last stroke in one go.

The gargoyle turned into red light and entered the painting. The still static portrait started to move. A gargoyle was angrily beating on the picture inside, like a prisoner who wanted to escape from prison, but gave up quickly.

Shocked, the silver-haired woman felt nothing but shock at this moment, "How is this possible? He... How could he help me paint? This... This is unscientific!"

It's painting, but it's actually more of a battle of the soul. How could a third party intervene, unless the other party is a sealer who surpasses senior painters, but...

Looking at Alan's civilian appearance, it is absolutely impossible to be a sealer.

Phew...

It should be over this time. Alan cheerfully saw a line of words appearing on his retina, and charged 2 units of soul fragments. Sure enough, it is beneficial to eliminate demons. This should be used to pay phone bills.

He looked around vigilantly again, who knows if there are other demons lurking.

The silver-haired woman beside her also let out a long sigh of relief, rolled up the scroll, and put it in her backpack.

She ran up to the hell wolf. This poor contractor had turned back into a human form. There was a big hole in his throat, blood was gurgling out, and his body was still twitching. The woman took out a bottle of potion from her backpack and injected it into the contractor's neck with a snap.

The blood coagulated at a speed visible to the naked eye. After doing all this, the woman pressed the communication chip under her right ear, forced herself to calm down, and said.

"The suppression of the gargoyle is complete. All the space debris and demon soldiers have been swallowed by the gargoyle. The clearing of the building is completed. Let the medical team come up immediately. One member of the operation team was seriously injured, and another fell. The ground team pay attention to search!"

Allen saw the other party glance at him, and said, "Bring up a genetic tester. There is a civilian survivor who needs to measure the degree of infection."

What the hell? Allen found this infection degree calculation in his memory. Due to the invasion of evil energy from different spaces, human beings are easily seduced by demons and become degenerate, just like this gargoyle is a drunkard who degenerates and sacrifices everything he has to become a demon.

The genetic tester is used to judge whether this person is a fallen machine. Although it is too cautious, it is still a normal process.

Allen saw the contractor who had already promised the gossamer, thought of the soldier who had rescued him but was cut into pieces, and then thought of the tragedy of the whole building, he sighed. It is right to be cautious, and we must not let anyone who may become a demon be spared, otherwise the damage will be too great. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

He waited there obediently. In less than a minute, a floating ambulance stopped outside the broken corridor. The medical soldiers carried the seriously injured contractor into the car, and one of the leaders told them that the ground troops had found the contractor who was thrown down. He was seriously injured, but with the current medical capabilities, as long as he didn't die, there was still hope.

Then a little blood was drawn from him and injected into a machine.

With a beep, the green light came on, and the result came out, 100% human beings, without any tendency to degenerate.

The silver-haired woman seemed relieved, and asked, "You know how to draw?"

Allen said confidently, "Yes."

"Are you interested in mixing with me?"

Allen was startled. He invited me without knowing anything? too fast.

But is this an opportunity for the traversers? Either try.

Just as he was about to answer, the phone came to his mind again. It was another call from a stranger, with only four words, "Don't go, you will die!"

Alan paused for a moment, and with all the apprehension, he said, "Uh...I'm going to report at the Academy of Painting tomorrow, or next time?"

The woman smiled with great interest, "The painting academy in Loyalty School?"

Allen nodded.

The silver-haired woman seemed to have heard something funny, she heheed, and said to herself,

"Interesting, this year the painting academy actually recruited a commoner."

She looked up at Alan and smiled, "You're so interesting, don't let that crazy woman from the painting academy play to your death, hehe."

"Good luck, I hope to see you again!"

After finishing speaking, before Allen could ask anything, he boarded the floating vehicle. As soon as the door closed, he disappeared into the gap between the buildings.