Purgatory Artist

A door made of winding vines opened.

The Wood Elf stepped out, with an unexpected look on his face.

Surrounded by endless fog, there is a long branch at the foot.

Dense vines hang under the branches, and each vine hangs a remains.

The Wood Elf sighed and drew a vine from under his feet.

The vine immediately tied his hands and tightened his neck.

"Kneel down."

A voice sounded from behind.

The wood elf slowly knelt on the branch.

Waited for a few breaths.

The voice sounded again:

"Before the execution, what else can you say?"

The vine gradually tightened the Wood Elf's body so that he coughed violently.

"I... did nothing wrong... anything."

He insisted.

There was a chill in the voice, and said: "You gave my leaves to a mortal, and you still feel that you haven't done anything wrong?"

The Wood Elf groaned: "Great... the mystery tree... He is the one I have chosen, for five years from now..."

The next moment.

The vines that were tightly bound to the wood elf were all loosened, so that he collapsed on the branch and took a breath for a while before he recovered.

"Go on." The voice said.

"From my contact with him, he played with a prisoner, completed a deal with the Ten Thousand Eyes Demon King, and also pitted the Supervisory Committee by the way. In my long life, I have never seen such a powerful human. "The Wood Elf said.

"A natural liar, is that true?" the voice said.

"He is only fourteen years old." The Wood Elf said.

The voice paused, and said, "It's not worth paying for a leaf. He can't even get through the sandbox, isn't it?"

The Wood Elf did not answer, and went on to say to himself: "When the Ten Thousand Eyes Demon King gifted him the spirit-killing artifact, he just glanced indifferently, without even the slightest emotion. This is not what an ordinary person should have. Reaction."

"What do you want to say?" the voice asked.

"I originally thought he would kill me, but his choice was to use my life and future rewards in exchange for a way to save their world..." the wood elf said.

"Repay? Go on." The voice said.

The wood elves showed the color of memories, and it took a long time to say: "I haven't seen such an outstanding human being for a long time. If he survives, he will experience growth for another five years."

"Then, when the catastrophe strikes five years later, maybe he can stand on our side and give us more confidence."

The voice was silent for a long time, and said:

"Do you really think he is worth a leaf?"

The Wood Elf said: "It's worth it."

The mist lingering behind the branches dispersed.

In sight, a towering humanoid tree slowly lowered its head, staring at the wood elf on its fingers, making a buzzing sound:

"If he can survive, you live; if he wastes that leaf, you die."

"Understood, sir." The Wood Elf said.

…

A halo bloomed from under his feet.

The next moment.

The long knife left his hand and turned into an afterimage, flashing continuously in the void.

Twenty people.

Twenty blood lights.

Twenty flying heads.

The long knife shook in the air, shaking off all the blood stains, and then flew to Liu Ping's side, and gently fell back into the sheath.

Liu Ping glanced at the black leaves in his hand.

There is no prompt.

The indifferent metal sound sounded again:

"The second inspection procedure begins."

"Start to draw ten-level professionals, please defeat the opponent within 30 seconds, otherwise you will be imprisoned as a prisoner."

In midair, professional cards appeared again.

They stared at Liu Ping dumbly, slowly falling down, and standing opposite Liu Ping.

Everyone has a number in the upper left corner:

"17."

Thirty professionals.

They stood in a circle around Liuping, enclosing him in the middle.

The metal sound rang:

"Please note that the thirty-second timer will begin immediately!"

The professionals looked at Liu Ping one after another.

Andrea's worried voice sounded:

"All ten levels higher than you, do you want to summon the heroic spirits?"

"Need not."

As Liu Ping said, his figure flashed and he had joined the thirty people, standing next to one of the men holding a heavy machine gun.

When the man raised his machine gun, he also raised his long knife and pointed it into the empty encirclement.

Everyone was stunned.

In front of Liu Ping's eyes, a line of burning small characters quickly appeared:

"You imitated their looks and actions."

"You started the fisher."

"Note: You have become one of them."

"Fighting Tips:"

"They lost their target!"

The forty-meter summoning halo appeared again.

The long knife left his hand and turned into an afterimage, flashing continuously in the void.

Thirty people.

Thirty rays of blood rising into the sky.

Thirty heads fell to the ground.

The long knife shook in the air, shaking off all the blood stains, and then flew to Liu Ping's side, and gently fell back into the sheath.

The indifferent metal sound rang:

"The third inspection procedure begins."

"Start to draw 30-level professionals, please defeat the opponent within ten seconds, otherwise you will be imprisoned as a prisoner."

Ten seconds!

Level 37 professionals!

"...So troublesome." Liu Ping sighed.

I saw cards flying down, turning into professionals, appearing around Liuping.

This time, all professionals add up to fifty.

Liu Ping carried the knife on his shoulder, showing a deep thought.

No wonder the tree elves said it was very difficult.

What kind of tester is it that can kill fifty professionals 30 levels higher than himself in ten seconds?

Or

What exactly is the examiner?

The indifferent metal sound sounded again:

"Please note that the ten-second timer will begin immediately."

Liu Ping retracted his thoughts.

"Andrea, shout out," he said.

Andrea quietly emerged, holding his hand, and shouting at the crowd: "Stop."

An inexplicable wave of power radiated from her.

Longwei of the forty-level dragon clan!

Suddenly.

Everyone was limp to the ground.

"go."

Liuping threw a long knife.

The knife swiftly shuttled in the envelope of the halo, cutting out the heads of each person.

One second.

Two seconds.

Fifty people died.

The battle is over.

All corpses and cards gradually disappeared.

The world has turned into a blank again.

Icy metal sound

Its tone is much more respectful:

"Sandbox verification passed."

"Please choose your race and will serve you soon."

In the void, the names of the races appeared, gradually covering the void in front of them, and then circled around, almost filling up the blank space around Liu Ping.

Liu Ping looked up.

Thousands of races of the devil

Fortunately, in the past six months, he learned a lot of the devil's words, so Liu Ping was able to recognize more than one hundred of the devil's races.

I don’t know the rest.

Beyond the racial titles of the devils, what is left is a variety of strangely shaped characters, which are obviously corresponding races.

Liu Ping looked back and forth, and suddenly noticed something strange.

There is no human race script.

He couldn't believe it, and after reading it again, he found that he hadn't missed anything.

real.

There are no human words.

A sequence world full of humans, but no human race script.

Liu Ping felt a little unspeakable in his heart.

He looked down at the leaves in his hand.

A line of small words appeared on the leaves:

"You have the heroic spirit of the dragon clan, you can temporarily borrow the identity of the dragon clan."

Liu Ping opened the mouth and said: "Andrea, can you find the words of the dragon clan from the titles on the opposite side?"

Andrea flew out and pointed to a line of words in the void that exuded the meaning of ancient vicissitudes:

"Yes, here is the title of our dragon clan."

"There is no human race in it. If we use the identity of the dragon race, can you help me translate the text that appears later?" Liu Ping asked.

"It's easy."

Andrea patted Liu Ping's shoulder gently.

A line of burning small characters quickly appeared:

"You are familiar with the language of the dragon clan, and you can communicate with the dragon clan (for one hour)."

Liu Ping touched Andrea's head and said in the air:

"Dragons."

The metal sound followed

It has become the language of the dragon family:

"Your Excellency, all options are ready, please check this sequence."

All race names disappeared from the void, and a few lines of text appeared instead:

"All cards."

"Occupation and skill deployment."

"Fate Line."

"Harvest deadline setting."

"Emergency measures."

"history record."

"About the Fool 3-6912 type sequence."

Liu Ping looked down at the pages of the book.

On the page of the book, a line of small words appeared:

"To deal with prisoners, you can choose'emergency measures'."

Liu Ping raised his head and was about to speak, but suddenly stopped.

His eyes moved back and forth among several options.

These options

Why give yourself a very uncomfortable feeling?

Finally came here.

It seems...Before dealing with the prisoners, I can look at other options first.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said: "Show the last item."

The metal sound followed:

"You are about to check the description of this sequence:'About the Fool 3-6912 Sequence.'"

Flashed.

The blank world disappeared completely.

Liuping found himself standing in an extremely spacious conference room.

The entire meeting room was full of people, full of races that Liu Ping had never seen before.

Most of them are human-like, but some are completely composed of elements, and some are completely unrecognizable.

Liu Ping swept around and suddenly saw an acquaintance.

It was a silver-haired old man in a black tuxedo.

He is the owner of the Hellfire Bank, the old god, the incarnation of the true ancient demon king.

In this conference room, he sits in the front row.

But before him, there were still many rows full of people.

"quiet!"

"quiet!"

There was a voice in the conference room:

"Okay, now we will discuss the final disposal method of Human Race. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"They are from a race outside of Purgatory and Eternal Night, and they don't belong to our world."

"But souls are always good for our world. After all, who doesn't want their souls?"

"Therefore, at this meeting, the following overall decision was made:"

"Give the human race a brand new sequence for them to exist in Purgatory and Eternal Night."

"They are slaves, food and other things. In short, they are to please all the masters, so they are allowed to survive in our world."

"Although their sequence is not included in all Purgatory and Eternal Night sequences, it can only be used as a subsidiary existence, but the term'clown' is not very pleasant, so it is rejected."

"Finally, their serial name is determined:"

"The Fool."

"Yes, they will become an ignorant race creature, only to provide souls."