Chapter 559

Prince Andre reached out and wiped the canvas sky, resealing the tear that had been slashed by a knife. He then picked up the cleaver beside him and pressed it against the little black thing pulling Phelia’s arm, dragging her out of the trumpet flower. With a cold face, he scraped with all his force! “Wow!”

As if sensing the impending crisis, Leon on the canvas shouted and quickly dodged the trajectory of the cleaver. He then looked in shock at the canvas which became a chaotic mess of colors where the cleaver had scraped.

Tsk! What a troublesome fellow! Looking at Leon on the canvas who managed to dodge the cleaver through some instinct, Prince Andre couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows tightly. He raised the knife again, aiming at the canvas and scraped down with all his might.

After the initial shock, Leon on the canvas, covered in dust, skillfully dodged every attack from the cleaver.

But as the cleaver fell repeatedly, more and more color was scraped off the canvas, leaving less and less space for Leon to dodge, making it increasingly difficult to evade.

When Prince Andre’s expressionless face finally blocked all escape routes with two slashes left and right, and aimed a cut toward the center where Leon stood, Leon had no choice but to stand still, wielding the [Silver Knife], and swung the blade fiercely at the seemingly shapeless threat before him!

“Clang!”

A sharp metallic sound rang out as Leon’s desperate counterattack in the painting severed half of the cleaver in Andre’s hand and shook it violently out of his grasp. It clattered onto the floor.

Is this… an anomalous item of True God level?

Surprisingly looking at the silver knife in Leon’s hand, Prince Andre flexed his numbed wrist and then, expressionless, picked up the palette, squeezed several tubes of paint onto it, and quietly began mixing colors.

…

Finally, it stopped…

Standing there for a moment, realizing the feeling of imminent annihilation did not return, Leon let out a long sigh of relief, drenched in cold sweat.

Although the Scorpion Bureau Director had fallen, his discernment was still accurate. Prince Andre’s ability, which neither allowed sight nor understanding of how the attacks came, was indeed something he was least adept at handling.

And with increasing taint values enhancing his physique, the time it took to sober up also shortened. When rescuing Phelia earlier, the [Alcohol Immortal] badge on his panel had already dimmed prematurely.

If it weren’t for the [Silver Knife] provided by Aquarius, capable of cutting almost anything, stopping that attack just now, without the invincible protection of [Alcohol Immortal], I would have probably been erased.

So… I haven’t drunk enough!

Taking advantage of Prince Andre pausing his attack, Leon gulped down alcohol, recharging the [Alcohol Immortal], while holding the [Silver Knife] and rushing to the door of the secret chamber, hacking at it fiercely.

I’ve seen it; your soul is inside there! If I can break into this room… Hmmph!

Looking at the secret chamber that closed immediately after being cut open, showing not even a single crack, Leon’s face darkened slightly. He immediately turned around and rushed towards the big trumpet flower, pulling Phelia out of it.

“Le…Leon!”

Clearly shaken by the previous ordeal, the jade-eyed maiden, upon climbing out, tearfully said:

“I was still in Zone 1 Military Industry Area, but then a patch of sunshine appeared, followed by many birds flying away… Ouch!”

“There’s no time to worry about your birds now!”

Clamping the panic-stricken Phelia under his arm, Leon shouted for Franky to throw out the fishing line, dragging the distant Scorpion Bureau Director who was still sound asleep. Binding him back-to-back behind himself, Leon then set off running.

Since even he, this so-called “professional,” admitted that Andre’s ability was very unique, one he was least skilled at dealing with, and even dangerous when getting close, naturally, he shouldn’t be stubborn. You must run when you need to!

So decisive?

Looking at the scene, after just slashing once, Leon abandoned the attack, carrying Phelia and the Scorpion Bureau Director, fleeing wildly. Prince Andre couldn’t help but frown. Without waiting for the colors to mix properly, he directly swung the brush, adding a surging river on the painting.

At the moment the brush touched down, a river with a murky yellow hue surged forward in the direction Leon was heading.

The waves were towering, the floodwaters churned.

Giant waves over five meters high, with the power to sweep everything away, roared down toward Leon, scaring the jade-eyed maiden clamped under his arm white-faced as she screamed.

“We’re done for!”

“Not yet!”

Seeing the river ahead, though imposing, with colors that seemed somewhat unstable, appearing somewhat “hollow,” Leon took a deep breath. Amidst Phelia’s screams, he gritted his teeth and leaped toward the wave with his knife held high.

With the enhancement of 59 taint values, the [Silver Knife] in Leon’s hand displayed terrifying efficiency.

Upon contact with its bright edge, the river, towering nearly six meters high and spanning over three hundred meters wide, split cleanly down the middle and collapsed with a thunderous crash, turning into large patches of muddy yellow paint that splashed onto the ground reduced to ruins by artillery fire.

Immediately afterward, seemingly angered by Leon’s act of splitting the wave, ravines crisscrossed, mountains collapsed, winds attacked like dragons twisting, artillery fire rained down… One round after another of new attacks followed relentlessly, including massive crimson meteorites as large as mountains, accompanied by the howling air as they tore through the sky and smashed down.

However, regardless of what kind of disaster occurred, whenever struck by the silver blade in Leon’s hand, they would split cleanly in two and instantly disintegrate, transforming into showers of colorful paint falling from the sky, causing absolutely no harm.

What a nuisance…

Watching Leon on the canvas leap up holding the [Silver Knife] and decapitate the dragon he painted, Prince Andre couldn’t help but sigh. He got up and walked to the easel in the corner, taking down the unfinished [Royal Banquet].

Then, he carried the incomplete [Royal Banquet], returned to the giant canvas, and cut out a section of the landscape ahead of Leon’s escape route. He spliced it onto the edge of the [Royal Banquet], smoothing his fingers lightly over the junction of the two paintings.

Swish.

A faint light flashed briefly, and the over-meter-long cut vanished instantly. The two paintings successfully merged into one, replacing the desolate ruins of Zone 1 Research Area with the joyous banquet, making it the center of the entire canvas.

Simultaneously, Leon, with Phelia under his arm and the Scorpion Bureau Director on his back, suddenly found his footing vanish, falling straight into a splendid pool with a loud splash, soaking the surrounding guests thoroughly.

“?!?!!”

(End of Chapter)