Chapter 366: The Brush Of Imaginary

Annan realized that this gentle young man who suddenly pulled himself into the hallucination was the Nicholas he mentioned to Nolan previously.

Speaking of the devil…

He appeared gentle and melancholy with a harmless appearance, like a melancholic youth who adopted an artistic style.

However, He was not so courteous when He spoke. There was a hint of deity-like compassion and arrogance with Him.

However, the person Nicholas was facing at the moment was a true deity.

Annan felt strange fluctuations in the space when he heard the cold female voice.

The faint and chaotic yellow traces, like transparent lemon-colored jelly, quickly emerged in the pure white space.

It was as if the world in front of them was a white canvas, and someone was scribbling in the air with a paintbrush full of dark yellow paint.

Several arcs imbued with a mystical sense of aesthetic to them had surrounded Nicholas. At first glance, it appeared like petals drawn with calligraphy were blooming around Him. However, it was a different painting style than His, making it unique and beautiful.

A white-haired girl who could only be described as “gorgeous” was like being sketched out of thin air by someone with a paintbrush. She quickly acquired a body composed of black and white lines, and then She was painted in color.

“Are you the Paper Princess?” Nicholas replied plainly, “Long time no see, Lady Paper Princess.”

“Nicholas?” The Paper Princess frowned slightly and warned, “He’s not Don Juan Geraint, but Annan Austere-Winter. Back away, or I’ll attack you.”

“Actually, I have no hostility toward Your Highness Annan, Lady Princess.” The young man smiled warmly.

Even though He said so, He did not stop what He was working on His hands.

The pattern on the back of his hand looked like a rose with complex colors.

Different petals had different colors — black, red, blue, purple, and yellow; they were evenly distributed on each petal. All petals and adjacent petals were not in the same color. Immediately after activating patterns of different colors, different magic circuits were formed.

As the black, purple, and black, red, and blue circuits of His hands were lit up, the white silk-like light that lingered on the tips of His fingers previously turned into a constantly expanding translucent light cluster as if it had come alive.

It resembled a balloon with air blowing into it. The light group quickly expanded into a new form, like a massive copper bell. It wrapped Nicholas in it.

However, when the light group continued to expand, it came into contact with the faint yellow traces imbued with the calligraphy vibe.

The moment it came into contact with the dim yellow traces lingering in the air, the inside of the light group was fixed on the spot as if time had stopped.

At this time, the Paper Princess had appeared beside Annan.

“Back off, Annan.” The Paper Princess spoke in a cold voice.

She turned Her back to Annan and stood in front of Annan. Her left arm hung straight down, and her left hand held a brush about 24 centimeters long as if wielding a long dagger in an inverse grip.

Annan noticed that the brush was dyed with dim yellow paint.

Her right hand was raised horizontally, completely shielding Annan behind her.

Between the fingers of Her right hand, She held a red pencil and a pen dripping with azure blue ink.

After the faint yellow trace suspended the light group, the Paper Princess utilized her hand flexibly like a dance.

Dark blue thunderclouds quickly accumulated in the sky.

Under the thundercloud, the crimson hue of the thunder quickly began to accumulate. Dark red terrifying thunder entwined in the clouds. There was a stench in the air, just like the breeze after heavy rain.

And after just a few seconds, a crimson lightning bolt fell from the sky. It slammed on the light group, shattering it instantly!

A huge roar sounded at the same time as the lightning fell!

There was even a slight tremor evoked on the ground.

After the scarlet thunderbolt dissipated, crackling red electric sparks fluttered in the air.

At the same time, the azure blue frost was quickly drawn on the ground. The dark blue ice shackles spread up from the ground, fixing Nicholas’s feet to the ground and spreading upward.

At this time, the second red thunderbolt in the sky had already begun to accumulate.

However, the circuit on the back of Nicholas’s hand began to flicker rapidly.

Or, instead, it was switching rapidly.

The illusory light group shattered by the crimson thunder protruded several sharp white distorted light trails from the wreckage that was about to dissipate. Then a sharp blade appeared at the front part of the light trails and darted toward Annan like a hound on its own.

Like the traces on a circuit board, the distorted light paths spread rapidly in the air, trying to avoid the Paper Princess and stab Annan.

But the strange thing was Annan didn’t feel the slightest killing intent from them.

Could it be that Nicholas really has no intention of killing me?

So what is he doing now?

In the face of Nicholas’s actions of disobeying her words, the Paper Princess was unfazed. Her majestic air was unperturbed.

She raised the paintbrush in her left hand and quickly added a few strokes in the air.

The dim yellow traces landed in the air at the same time, stagnating the few light paths delivered. More time was suspended as the murky yellow color spread toward the light trails. There were several light trails before the dim yellow color spread. It continued to split from the end of the light trail and flew towards Annan!

“What the hell are you thinking?” The Paper Princess frowned slightly.

Another short-handled brush spawned in her right hand.

As she swung the brush in her hand, dozens of metallic paint dots flew out, turning into steel shields in the air. It fell on the spreading and chaotic paths of light with incomparable precision.

With the sound of one after another squeaking noise of corrosive acids, the steel shield was pierced by the light path in the blink of an eye. But as these shields shattered and disappeared, the sharp light trails that passed through the shields were also turned into white paint and fell to the ground.

But at this moment, Annan looked over again. Nicholas had disappeared into this pure white space. The shackles made of ice on the ground had turned into wet, cracked clay.

However, Nicholas’s sudden escape did not seem to surprise the Paper Princess.

She just put a few pens back around her waist, turned around, and squatted in front of Annan with some concern.

The moment Annan saw the Paper Princess, he was also stunned by the “beauty” that transcended ordinary people’s perception. But he quickly came to his senses, without the hallucinations and new influences Old Goose was afflicted with.

It was like Annan was used to this “beauty”.

It inexplicably became reasonable at this instance.

Since Annan was a copy of this beauty, he even possessed the element of “beauty” that he had not fully awakened yet.

What surprised Annan was the first reaction of the Paper Princess. She came over and touched his head and then reached out Her hand to pinch his face.

“Are you all right, Annan?”

The Paper Princess looked at Annan, caressed Annan’s hair lightly, and asked softly, “Did he hurt you?”

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