To be swallowed by a black hole, that is only temporary.

As a human who truly exists in the material plane and is a high-level extraordinary person, it will definitely not take long to escape from the alien plane.

But after the black hole swallowed Aizmai, it absorbed a lot of body tissues dominated by flesh and blood.

Will the two meet in an anomalous plane?

The black hole is transferred to the spiritual world through the wooden door. After Aizmai leaves the black hole, how should he return to reality from the spiritual world?

Martin is very tired at this moment and doesn't want to think about these complex issues.

He could only silently wish Aizmai could compete with the Master of Flesh and Blood...

As for the painting depicting the quaint wooden door, Martin has sent it to the spiritual world.

It was an extraordinary item, and it was difficult to bind.

When the wooden door is closed, the door on the drawing gradually disappears, leaving only a piece of white cloth.

【Artist’s Vision】

[When an artist sees beautiful scenery, he always wants to keep it. - Kent Samuel]

[Test of Color: Delineate the ability you have witnessed within 24 hours above this item. Those who hold this item can use this ability again.]

[The ability, constraints, and the number of times the ability is available will change according to the level of the painting.]

[Binding: If the painting cannot fully reflect the witnessed ability, the holder will be unable to distinguish the color in any way until the painting is covered.]

[Current tracing ability: None]

In terms of function alone, this extraordinary item is very powerful.

The side effects are not particularly difficult to accept.

And as long as you learn to draw, you can completely avoid constraints.

But this thing was a bit useless to Martin.

He has a mark of knowledge, which is much easier to use than this thing.

A painting can only burn one ability at a time, and three can be recorded by the marks of knowledge.

Moreover, as long as it is not replaced, the ability to burn marks can always be used.

The inconspicuous marks are more concealed and convenient to use.

But if Martin doesn't use it himself, it doesn't mean he can't use it for others.

For example, Doriani, who lacks combat ability, has much better painting skills than herself...

Less than a minute later, Bishop Grande and Bishop Aslan, who were nervous, appeared on the streets one after another.

Seeing that Martin and Tiya were safe and sound, the wrinkles on Bishop Aslan's face were slightly relaxed.

When they saw the two bishops, the few people present also breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if Aizmai appears again, there is no need to worry at all...

Time fluctuations spread, Aslan looked at the position where the battle had occurred before, his eyes passed through time, and his face became very serious again.

Bishop Grande was watching the street, the space where the wooden doors had existed before.

Although the wooden door has been closed, after the light film is squeezed, the breath belonging to the spiritual world remains in place.

In the space with a diameter of about ten meters, some colorful illusory spiritual images appear from time to time.

After more than ten seconds, the deep light in Aslan's eyes gradually calmed down. The old man looked at Martin twice, with two points of surprise in his eyes.

He thought he knew Martin enough, but he didn't expect that this young man would still exceed his expectations.

Sequence 7, Face the evil god directly!

I'm afraid that any other low-level extraordinary person would have been eroded by the flesh and blood master even if he was not scared to the point of losing control, his mind would have been eroded by the will of the evil god.

Aslan slowly stretched out his hand, and ripples of space appeared around his palms out of thin air.

A blood-red ball of fists suddenly appeared more than twenty centimeters above his palm.

When the waves dissipated, Martin saw the blood-red thing clearly, his brows frowned, and his eyes became gloomy.

It was a ball of flesh and blood still squirming, with a bright red color, no different from the previous flesh and blood that dominated the body!

"Don't be nervous, there is only pure flesh and blood power here." Aslan noticed Martin's reaction and quickly explained.

Martin felt it carefully. The flesh and blood did not have that bloodthirsty aura, and the tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

"Strictly speaking, this is your trophy, well done!" Aslan praised, reaching out and throwing the wriggling meat ball towards Martin.

As soon as you start the things, two lines of information emerge from Martin's eyes.

【The essence of flesh and blood creation】

[Spiritual materials can be used as advanced potion formulas, or can be used directly to replace body tissues and greatly improve physical strength.]

Seeing the content, Martin completely relieved himself, took out the silk and brought the bunch of flesh and blood slightly larger than his fist into the spiritual world.

However, this thing seemed to be alive, and was still squirming. Not only did it look very disgusting, but it felt so slippery, making Martin completely unaware of how to "use" it.

In the distance, the extraordinary temple was instructed by the bishop and leaned over to clean the battlefield...

Deep in the black fog, a beautiful figure flew out of the black fog, and blood-red eyes followed closely behind.

Compared to before, these lantern-like eyeballs have darker colors and strong hatred.

However, outside the black fog, the black space gaps spread throughout the space blocked its huge body.

After spraying countless blood and being cut off countless tentacles, the monster had to stop and watch the figure disappear from sight.

The roar echoed on this ancient battlefield. After a long time, the blood-red monster returned to the black fog.

In another unknown plane, there is only a space with a diameter of less than ten meters.

An old man wearing a sacrificial robe suddenly walked into the space out of nowhere.

The air is filled with scarlet and a mixture of rancid and bloody smell, which is very unpleasant and suffocating.

The old man didn't care about these things at all, and his deep eyes stopped on the paper scattered on the ground.

...

Inside the grand palace, King Lance, wearing a crown, still sat lazily on the throne above the high steps.

Holding a high-legged glass wine glass, the crystal purple-red wine swayed gently.

The hall was very quiet, as if only heavy breathing and heartbeat could be heard.

Alberon, the messenger of the Netherworld.

The Pope of the Temple of War, holding a scepter, stood quietly like a sculpture.

On the other side of the hall, in a symmetrical position with Alberon, a woman in a hat stood there.

She looked less than thirty years old, with no wrinkles on her face, and she was shrouded in a wide off-white robe.

A dark green shawl spread from the top of the head to the left and right shoulders, covering half of the back.

The brown hair exposed from the green scarf, giving the originally cold face a hint of humanity.

However, at this time, her face was covered with frost, and the trace of human feelings disappeared.

Sefilot, the new mother, the pope of the Temple of Mother Earth.

Although she looks less than thirty years old, she has already taken the position of pope more than 40 years ago, and her specific age is not clear.

But according to external inferences, she is at least hundreds of years old.

As for why she is so angry at all times, it is naturally because the Temple of Mother Earth has damaged the two bishops!

The most important thing is that under the manipulation of those who are interested, the news immediately spread in Angel.

The Angel nobles did not know whether the news was true, but the extremely suppressed atmosphere in the hall at this moment has proved this indirectly.

Eden shook the wine glass in his hand, as if he suddenly realized that he was the king of Reims, and asked in a concerned tone: "Pope Sefilot, the two bishops on the front line..."

"Your Majesty, Bishop Plin and Bishop Kemons have sacrificed their lives for the country!" The woman's voice echoed in the hall.

The look on Eden's face turned into shock.

He stood up slowly and said in a mournful tone: "Salute to the two bishops!"

The wine glass in his hand poured forward, and the purple-red wine connected into a thin line, dripped in front of the throne, and then flowed down the steps.

The ministers immediately bowed their heads.

There were a few who wanted to stalk their necks, but Sefilot's cold eyes swept over and had to surrender to her intimidation and lowered his head helplessly.

Since the war began, more nobles have died in this hall than in decades.

At this quiet moment, Alberon, who had always been like a sculpture, suddenly spoke.

"Your Majesty, Bishop Azmai has also fallen in Faralin and returned to the embrace of the God of War."

The wine in the glass was empty, Eden paused, then picked up the bottle beside him and added a glass, and leaned forward again: "To Bishop Azmai..."
To be continued...