Step Back! Master is Here! Chapter 564: This weapon is not good

"Is he dead or ..."
DuPont squatted down and lifted a piece of skin, which was left by Tang Luo after being crushed by Tang Luo's head.
"Listening to him, it seems he can retaliate against us, maybe not dead," Lola guessed.
"It may also be just ruthless words, presumably waiting for some of his brothers to take revenge for him. He waited for us in Hell after we died." Celicia said.
Something like "I won't let you go as a ghost" or "I'll wait for you to go to hell".
"Anyway, the World Destroyer has created bloodlines. These people are stronger than the higher demons. I don't know the exact number. They will be our new enemy." Holt said, frowning.
Even if he had already reached a higher level, he did not dare to say that he would be a rival to the gods.
How many "people" are there?
Even if it was the same as the number of their generals, it was bad news.
The only good news is the existence of Tang Luo.
Judging from the situation just now, he was able to hang up the protoss with one hand and not to mention, and forced the bloods to become the instrumental man to enhance the strength of the five.
With him, everything is stable.
Thinking like this, everyone's mood relaxes again.
The most obvious promotion of this operation is Holt and DuPont.
The original five generals were all about the same strength, and even if Holt was a little stronger, he was only strong in frontal battles.
After this battle, DuPont and Holt opened some gaps with the other three.
The other three are no longer two opponents.
Lola and Clement have also made some improvements, but not so noticeably.
And Celicia, he feels that his goal can be changed, instead of summoning a hundred phantom warriors, but updating the "original painting" in "Lost Paradise" and drawing Tang Luo!
The more it changes directly, the more it develops towards qualitative change.
"Captain, where are we going next?" Dupont turned and asked Tang Luo.
The rest is the same.
Tang Luo has thoroughly proved his strength, this thigh, they hold on!
"Choose it," said Tang Luo. "Choose where the Destroyer has appeared before, where there are higher demons, and where there are the most demons."
To sum it up, wherever danger rushes.
Recklessly, do not live without death.
As long as you do not die, do it.
"Okay!" DuPont was excited.
A few days later, on a slightly turbulent train, Celicia looked at DuPont and said, "Don't move like a monkey."
"I didn't move."
"You moved and raised your left eyebrow." Celicia sat opposite DuPont.
Paradise Lost opens with a paintbrush in his hand and is drawing a portrait of DuPont.
"You can find it this way?" Dupont said. "You can't make such a small move. Do you want me to be a statue?"
"If you can, just be as good as Holt," Celicia said.
DuPont saw that there was stability like Mount Tai. After the strength was improved, he should be calm when he was calm, Holt who was more blood than himself when he was hot, shook his head again and again, saying that he could not learn.
"Moved again."
Celicia helplessly put down her brush. "It looks like it will take at least a month to finish."
"You haven't been so slow before," DuPont said. "And I used to move around, didn't you draw too?"
"Before, now, now, can it be the same?" Celicia said.
He used to draw that DuPont, although a bit troublesome, was not as difficult as it is now.
It took a few days to draw the outline of a face, the kind that blurred the features.
Now with the improvement of DuPont's strength, it becomes much more difficult to paint. Dupont's movement will make Celicia "inspired" and difficult to write.
"So, my Uncle DuPont is the strongest now?" DuPont was proud of himself.
Celicia looked down on Paradise Lost and walked to Holt.
Dupont will not be able to update the "original painting" for a while and a half, and concentrate on painting Holt.
Drawing Holt is no less difficult than DuPont.
But there is a benefit, that is, when needed, Holt can stand still, even on the train.
This reduces the difficulty of painting in Celicia.
In the past two days, DuPont spent twice as much time as Holt, but the progress of the two was similar.
Fortunately, DuPont is not useless, at least he can exercise Celicia's painting skills.
Prior to becoming an exorcist, Celicia was a painter who was average, but not disappointing.
Why not get down, just look at his handsome face, the favorite of ladies.
Earning money on the face and body, and then spending the money to bear the burden of humiliation on her dreams, this experience will become extremely inspirational after Celicia originally felt that she became a famous painter.
Unexpectedly, he had become an exorcist before he became a famous painter.
Then he became a general.
Speaking of becoming a general, Celicia did not leave his essence to a certain extent depending on people.
He came out to hang out with Celicia, relying on all kinds of friends.
The more friends he has, the stronger he will be.
With this feature, Celicia, unlike others, needs to rely on hard work, the great terror of life and death to enhance strength.
The improvement of others, the ability to draw them, is equivalent to the improvement of strength.
So, Celicia, who went out and relied on her friends, just looked at DuPont with a contemptuous glance.
Lola wouldn't be polite to DuPont: "The strongest? Come, look at the captain and say this again."
DuPont paused for a moment, then refuted: "The strongest I say is beyond the captain."
"Okay, then you watch Holt say it again." Lola was not kind.
"After we get off the train, we can practice." Holt smiled.
"..."
Celicia walked across to Holt and sat down, opening Paradise Lost.
Holt moved a bit ahead of time, and remained seated without moving, allowing Celicia to spend ten minutes smoothly.
After ten minutes of drawing, Celicia relaxed her hands and was very tired.
Then he exhaled slowly, stood up, and walked over to Tang Luo: "Captain, I'll try again."
With his eyes closed, Don Luo, who looked like he was sleeping, said, "Freedom."
The power of merit is accumulating, and there is time for the vitality of the earth and the earth, and the basic cultivation and recovery should not be less.
It is never a painful process for Tang Luo to cultivate and restore injuries.
Seeing Celicia sit down, the four exorcists got together and whispered, "How many strokes can you draw this time?"
"I bet three."
"Two strokes, absolutely no more."
"Four strokes."
"I think, Wubi." Clement is most confident in Celicia.
"Just two pens. I lost a treat at night!" Dupont vowed.
He ca n’t even draw the captain?
"Okay, please at night." Lola promised to avoid DuPont's remorse.
The exorcist's appetite is quite large, especially their generals. If they can not eat for three or five days or even a week, they only need to drink water to maintain considerable physical combat effectiveness.
But really let go of eating a meal, the food consumed can be dozens of meals for ordinary people.
The average exorcist's meal is three to five times that of ordinary people.
One of the great expenses of the Holy Communities is in food, not only to keep the exorcist full, but also to eat better.
DuPont really asked for a meal, and it cost a lot.
Fortunately, the exorcist's salary is not low, please be able to afford it, but it will cause major bleeding.
There are reasons for these bets.
This is not the first time that Celicia has attempted to paint Don Lowe.
In fact, the first thing that happened in Celicia after fishing for the deities was not to update Holt's original paintings, but to try to paint Tang Luo.
The first time I wrote, it was wrong. The first time I tried, Celicia could even say that I didn't write at all.
He held the paintbrush and stared at Tang Luo for half an hour, but he couldn't write.
After a day of rest, Celicia reorganized, this time he drew two strands of hair.
For the third time, when everyone thought that Celicia could draw a third strand of hair, he knelt after drawing another strand.
It's too difficult to hold on.
That's why Celicia made updating their portraits of DuPont a priority.
As for Tang Luo, it has become a difficult task, and it is profitable to draw more.
"Have you heard that?" Lola said, looking at Celicia. "Even for DuPont's treats, you have to grit your teeth and draw more."
Celicia didn't respond. He had entered the state of being unconcerned. Looking at Tang Luo, he had a heavy paintbrush slowly falling down.
Then, a long line was drawn in a snap.
"..."
"... a sum?"
"Hahaha, I won!" DuPont laughed. "I'll have a good meal at night."
"It's so long, it should count three." Lola was planning to blame on the spot.
"Hey!" DuPont said, "That's not going to work."
"This" Celicia's startled voice interrupted the noise.
Everyone glanced at it in surprise, the few strokes that Celicia had drawn on Paradise Lost disappeared slowly.
"What does this mean?" Holt asked.
Very worried, wouldn't something happen to Tang Luo?
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"Meaning, Paradise Lost cannot carry the Captain's Phantom Warrior," Celicia said.
As the exorcist and master of the sacred weapon, he felt that he still had it.
"Can't help but 'lift up' a bit." Tang Luo opened his eyes and said, "Can't you draw?"
Can't help raising it a bit?
Is it so easy to improve your strength?
The so-called improvement is of course the recovery of injuries. After all, I have accumulated a lot of merits. Tang Luo practiced interest rate adjustment and felt that it was almost the same. He simply consumed a little and made his injury-free upper limit reach 6.2%.
The result seemed to exceed the upper limit of Paradise Lost.
As a result, what was drawn disappeared.
"Your sacred weapon is not good," Tang Luo commented.