Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1845: Chapter 968: Even Just One Last Glance_3

Zard said: ”Sometimes I envy those of you with parents, so go save her. Even if you can only take one more look, don’t leave any regrets.”

Da Yu: ”Thank you.”

Demon King Kong and the flying Goddess began to slaughter their way out of the city, engaging in battle with the Garrison Forces.

In City No. 7, those under the Puppet Master’s control were only the upper echelon of the Chen Clan, so when the battle began, civilians fled in shock, throwing the entire city into chaos.

At 1:34 a.m., the busiest time in the Inner World city, the bustling crowd was scattered by the sound of gunfire, tearing through the night.

In the chaos, the three-headed, six-armed Demon King Kong wielded four heavy machine guns in its four hands, with yellow ammunition belts draped across its body, looking just like a bandit.

The fleeing civilians were stunned upon seeing this scene!

They had seen the Chen Clan’s spiritual paintings during festivals, where the Chen Clan would hold temple fairs and their painters’ spiritual paintings would be offered.

However, the civilians of City No. 7 had never seen such spiritual figures!

At that moment, the Garrison Forces of City No. 7 were relentlessly chasing these ’bandits’, while Da Yu and Zard quietly blended into the crowd midway, swiftly heading towards Chen’s Manor.

Their direction was starkly opposite to that of Demon King Kong’s onslaught!

The two walked quickly, gradually beginning to run along the long street. Da Yu said: ”I hope the Puppet Master will be attracted by those spiritual figures, then the defenses at the manor should be lessened.”

Passing through eight streets from the Fourth District, Da Yu could already see the outline of Chen’s Manor from afar.

He glanced at his watch: ”Wait, wait for 8 more minutes.”

As the 8 minutes passed, while the first batch of spiritual figures was still escaping, Da Yu pulled out a Death Shroud from his Space Ring, inside of which were 25 newly renewed Painting Scrolls!

He crushed it again!

On the other side of the city, the remaining three flying Goddesses were weaving through the Steel Forest, crashing headlong into a giant holographic projection in the sky, the surging blue holographic waves slapping against nearby buildings, colliding with dazzling purple light ribbons on the structures.

And they suddenly vanished, like a drop of water merging into that wave.

The Chen Clan painters’ works connect to their spiritual will, each one unique, so when Da Yu manifested new paintings on the other side, the previous ones ceased to exist.

At this moment, dense drone swarms roamed within the holographic images but lost their target.

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At the same time, in Chen Yu’s courtyard, there were 12 painters sitting around an antique pendulum.

They concentrated on their painting, while outside, Puppets continuously brought in rare pigments, powder from Qing Shan Stone for green, Cloud Top Cinnabar for red, gold powder for yellow, and Bell Mountain Jade ground for blue.

The antique pendulum stood two meters high and was once among Chen Yu’s most significant taboos, without a containment condition, only surrounding it with a ten-meter radius of Negative ’Aura’.

Within 10 meters, the flow of time is ten times faster than outside, and ordinary people quickly age upon approaching, so even Chen Yu rarely used it.

Yet for the Puppet Master, once Chen Yu was gone, it became the most fitting taboo for him.

As for whether the Puppets would have shortened lifespans, it was never within his consideration.

When the drones lost their target, 12 Chen Clan painters simultaneously put down their brushes, all looking in a particular direction, laughing in unison: ”Trying to lure away the tiger to leave the mountain, muddy the waters? Seems like you’re not giving up. Humans are always held back by useless kinship and love; even the smartest make wrong choices.”

The next second, one painter stood up, adjusted his clothes, and walked out. Outside, a Puppet specially waiting with a car, inside of which were all of this painter’s Painting Scrolls.

His Painting Scrolls even required a car to transport them!

The remaining painters continued their work, unaffected.

It seems that no matter who the Puppet Master’s enemies were tonight, that one painter alone was enough.

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