Since he met Ekaterina in the city before, Su Lun was not surprised at all that this guy appeared here.

Van Gogh took action, and this was part of the "deal".

The eldest lady is still waiting to marry "Fick Regadi" in three months, and will not let him die here now.

Meldis was covered in pink paint and looked very funny. He also recognized who had done it. While he was angry, he also knew that he had lost the opportunity to assassinate.

As both are among the top ten legends, the other party will never give him another chance to take action.

As he expected, Van Gogh was not verbose, and made a few more swipe strokes on the drawing board, muttering a strange mantra: "I drew a strong cage with my pen to restrain the dirty and sinful thief. I

This stroke is called painting the ground as a prison!"

Su Lun was no stranger to this painter's methods. Seeing Van Gogh take action, he also knew that the opportunity was rare. He raised the black scythe in a tacit understanding and slashed at Merdis not far away.

Originally, this kind of attack would be easy for a seventh-level expert to dodge.

But the moment he raised the sickle, some "iron cages" drawn with black paint suddenly appeared in his field of vision, trapping the thief king on the spot.

Van Gogh's [Paint the Ground as a Prison] technique actually solidifies a space, which greatly limits Merdis's ability to move in space!

Just in time, the space crack of the black scythe was cut through at the right moment, and he was about to cut the famous thief emperor in two.

In this ten thousandth of an instant, the guy's body shrank strangely, and then he jumped out from the gap in the "iron cage" and disappeared smoothly.

"Slip away"

Su Lun glanced around and found that there was no trace of Merdis.

It is expected that seventh-level professionals are not killed so easily.

But there is no need to worry about this top assassin now. With Van Gogh taking action, there is a high probability that he will not have a chance to take action again.

Su Lun continued to control the puppet army to fight, but his thoughts became clearer and clearer.

At this moment, he clearly felt a surge of courage in his heart that seemed to be able to look down on the world.

Just at the moment when I was oppressed by the death of the Thief King, this feeling was like a volcanic eruption, and it suddenly became clear.

"Am I going to awaken my Haki?"

Su Lun vaguely knew what that ethereal feeling was.

No wonder Mr. Jing keeps saying that there is a shortcut to understanding "dominance", which is to fight to the death with professionals who have understood "dominance" and feel the oppressive feeling of death.

But this is a false proposition.

Under normal circumstances, professionals who understand domineering skills are either geniuses or professionals who are far behind in their level.

It is almost impossible to fight without understanding domineering.

The moment he was assassinated just now was not only a crisis, but also an opportunity.

Su Lun's mind became clearer and clearer, and he wanted to seize this rare opportunity for enlightenment.

But at this moment, the black crow on the shoulder screamed, another fatal warning.

However, the black crow showed another idea: don't move and watch the crow perform.

Su Lun didn't care anymore.

The next moment, the body of the black bird that looked dull and silly before suddenly changed. The black energy rolled, and it instantly changed from a crow with shiny hair to a two-dimensional creature with sketch lines.

Any bird can be trained with food. These days, Su Lun has been tempting him with various food rations, and this stupid bird has finally mastered this rare and bug-like space ability [Space Dimensionality Reduction].

Su Lun dared to stand in this arena and perform output, largely because of it.

This bird's current ability is not to mention how powerful it is, but it is very good at saving lives!

The black crows turned into black lines and no longer maintained the shape of the bird. Instead, they spread out and gradually covered Su Lun's body.

Its level is too low to be able to extend infinitely like the previous [Void Two-Dimensional Worm], but it is just the size of a cloak and can be draped around Su Lun.

As soon as the two-way cloak was put on his body, Su Lun's aura suddenly changed.

He really looked exactly like the shadow of the second-level Death God behind him.

He held a black sickle in his hand and wore a cloak of steaming death energy, covering most of his face.

Awesome!

Almost at the moment when Black Crow transformed, several alchemy bullets struck through the wind.

These special sniper alchemy bullets were very fast and had almost no friction resistance with the air. They were silent and cleverly avoided the gargoyle defense and hit Suellen's "two-way cloak".

But again, the bullet completely disappeared on the two-way cloak without causing any waves.

A top sniper with excellent marksmanship, three kilometers to the southwest on the left, using a very special firearm, a special alchemy bullet

After firing a round of shots, the intelligence was judged.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Almost all physical firearms and ammunition have no effect in the face of Black Crow's dimensionality reduction ability.

At this moment, Su Lun didn't try to dodge anymore, and let the bullets rain down on his cloak, and they were all digested by the dimensionality reduction.

There was only death-like indifference in his eyes.

A domineering aura slowly rose from his body.

The snipers of Marfa and the pirates of the North Sea Fleet saw only horror on their faces when they saw Su Lun in the form of Death.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see a messenger from the underworld ruthlessly harvesting human lives in the arena.

That mysterious, weird, terrifying, dark aura of death is becoming more and more domineering.

So much so that not only the pirates, but also people from the Dawn Regiment such as Qian Jiao, Barrett, and Wordsworth all looked at them with suspicion.

With the black crow protecting him, Su Lun felt that the feeling of looking down on the world became more and more clear.

He fell into a very strange state.

A series of crystalline silk threads were pulled out from the body, like catkins flying in the sky, spreading to every corner of the arena.

Those threads extended part of his perception, and were more like his thoughts, controlling everything within the arena.

At this moment, he had a vague feeling.

The feeling of a strong man overlooking all living beings.

Everything in this arena is under his control. Everyone in this arena is a marionette, performing a pre-scripted siege and killing drama.

From the moment the war started, there was no "plot" that could surprise Su Lun.

The pirates of the North Sea Fleet are still charging and killing, with different expressions on their faces: brave, fearless, timid, cowardly, cunning, and fearful.

The life and death of most people depend on Su Lun's thoughts.

As for those high-level enemies, it wasn't that he couldn't kill them. It was just that in the plot played out in this theater, they didn't deserve to die in the first place.

Su Lun vaguely felt that he had touched the part of the ultra-level content that [Deadly Novel·Land of Underworld] could not understand.

He once talked with Fujiwara Hayato and asked him why he could depict a real novel world.

The great writer's answer was that people in the world in the book seemed to have their own consciousness and thoughts, and they thought so. But in fact, there was no understanding of the world in the book, they just followed a certain "

The "will of the world" is just alive. As the author, he is not so much creating that world as describing the laws of that world's will. Everyone in it is involved in a line, birth, old age, illness and death, flowers bloom and fall.

The world controlled by Fujiwara Hayato is the "Land of Underworld".

The world controlled by Su Lun is this little puppet theater.

Control?

Yes, that feeling of being in control of everything.

Su Lun suddenly realized something.

Before, I always felt an inexplicable agitation stirring in my heart.

At this moment, the feeling like quicksand between his fingers became more and more clear as he became more and more skillful at controlling the puppet.

The "Blessings of Heroic Spirits" in the arena are still gathering on him,

for a moment,

Suddenly a bright light burst out of his eyes, catching the ethereal feeling.

The wisps of loose sand in his hand quietly condensed and took shape, turning into a cross with a string that controlled the destiny of others.

Unconsciously, an invisible aura surrounded Su Lun's body.

I am the master of all sentient beings and I have nothing to fear.

“So this is how it feels”

He looked calmly at his hand holding the black scythe, and a layer of translucent ripples appeared on his body.

It is not something on the energy level, but a certain understanding of the world. This is also something that Mr. Jing said that alchemy cannot "exchange". It is the sign of the strong, domineering.

At the same time, the melon-eaters who were paying attention to the battle in the arena were dumbfounded.

Su Lun used a puppet theater to kill everyone in the North Sea Fleet, which was shocking enough.
To be continued...