Who left their last words here?

Chapter 94 declares: Noon has arrived! (Two chapters combined)

Anguilla was dumbfounded.

Despite the cheapness of the printing paper, the symbols recorded on it, when connected, allowed Anguisola to truly sense spiritual fluctuations.

Is this okay?

This is blatant cheating! What an outrageous ritualist!
What happened to the ritual master preparing various precious materials, burning incense, bathing, and slowly setting up before the ceremony? Is it just a trick for the ritual master to get free food and drinks?

If it were Crow here, there would definitely be a lot of people refuting her.

Most of the herbs needed to make the potions can be bought in the market, the tarot cards sold at the school gate can be used for divination, and even the cross-shaped Bibles used by priests for exorcism are just mass-produced, priced goods.

In the world of mystery, aside from truly extraordinary objects involving mystery, symbolic meaning often outweighs practical meaning.

But this state of mind, where one sees mountains not as mountains and water not as water, is beyond the reach of ordinary mystics and extraordinary individuals...

—At least, a Level 4 Extraordinary is far from qualified!
"Calm down! Calm down first!"

Anguisola is no longer calm; her elegant demeanor is hard to maintain.

While observing her surroundings and considering her next steps, she tried to persuade Bai Zhou:
"I can sense that you are quite young, so why did you have to think about dying together with others right from the start?"

Bai Zhou answered without hesitation: "Because I'm sure I'm no match for you, I have no other choice."

He infused his spirituality into the runes lining the cloak, causing them to slowly glow red.

"However, I do have a question I'd like to ask you."

As he spoke, Bai Zhou, carrying a black cloak, slowly approached the female assassin.

The alluring female assassin no longer adopted her previous aggressive approach and retreated repeatedly.

Water dripped from her body, and the rapid sound of the rain seemed to pound on her heart.

What do you think?

Her voice was forced to be calm, but her eyes darted around restlessly, clearly still thinking of a way to deal with Bai Zhou.

"how did you find me?"

Bai Zhou asked earnestly, "I shouldn't have left any traces in that building."

Then, Bai Zhou thought for a moment and added:
"Don't try to deceive me. I have plenty of rituals to verify the truth of your words."

——This is a lie.

Of course, Bai Zhou wouldn't be arranging such a ceremony for no reason.

However, as a chosen one, one's spiritual power can sense whether others treat him well or badly, and naturally, one can also vaguely judge whether the other party is lying.

—Unless the other party is an exceptional individual specializing in deception!
"...because I can smell the special scent of your life."

"Many people have heard that Anguisola from the Art Club is best known for his observation and tracking skills."

After hesitating for a moment, [Anguisola] said softly:
"I've seen you once, so I vaguely remember your scent."

"So now, you've met twice?" Bai Zhou suddenly asked.

He discovered blind spots.

"..."

Anguisola did not answer.

Not answering is also a form of response.

Bai Zhou understood.

really.

Similar to, yet different from, Van Gogh, these art club killers all possess their own unique skills.

If Anguisola is allowed to return this time, then next time, the assassination attempt and the major's pursuers will no longer occur at midnight, but will instead be a sudden, unexpected attack in broad daylight.

and so……

There is no other way.

"It seems this is a life-or-death struggle."

Bai Zhou sighed softly, then took off his cloak and held it in his hands.

Anguisola's expression changed: "Is it really necessary?"

She never imagined that a perfectly good assassination attempt would turn into so many unexpected changes.

The planned swift and decisive strike, intended to lurk in the shadows and wait for Bai Zhou to let his guard down, was discovered ahead of time.

Upon seeing her, this madman, who carried bombs with him, immediately prepared to die together with her.

The major would certainly be overjoyed, but Anguisola was not willing to die for it!
"If you're afraid of losing, you'll feel fear, but if you want to win, you won't."

"And you must have made a mistake... I never intended to die together with them."

As Bai Zhou scrutinized the female assassin's form-fitting red dress and the three sets of crowns on her mask, his eyes were filled with a surging, chilling killing intent.

A life-or-death struggle, the final outcome, of course, must be—

You die! I live!
—Everything can be sacrificed, but [Anguisola] must die!

However, the opponent is a top assassin standing at the peak of Level 4 Extraordinary, with a set of mysterious and unpredictable secret techniques, making it absolutely impossible to defeat in a head-on confrontation.

Although it was extremely painful and reluctant... at this moment, I could only use the newly restored [Life Stealing] skill.

The reason a trump card is a trump card is because it can be used unexpectedly, not because it's never used... If you don't use something now, you'll never have the chance to use it again.

Instead of using this ability when you are killed, you can kill someone again after being resurrected and discovered.

Bai Zhou has always preferred to use it for "mutual destruction" tactics to eliminate future troubles.

Even more than an explosion, he wished he could learn a secret technique called the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Fire Dance Whirlwind Technique, which was ten times more powerful, cooler, and stronger, specifically for the purpose of perishing together with others.

"Crash..."

The colorful rain is still falling.

"Your secret technique is very impressive, but there is no rain that never stops, nor is there eternal life..."

Bai Zhou said:

"I had just told someone on the way here that even without an umbrella, I had to grit my teeth and walk through the downpour. Now it's time to test whether my scalp is tough enough."

“…What?” [Anguisola] asked, puzzled.

"I mean--"

Before Bai Zhou could finish speaking...

Spiritual infusion.

The black cloak glowed red in the colorful rain, a breathtaking sight.

"What I mean is, when the rain stops, that's when your life comes to an end!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Bai Zhou darted away.

Like throwing a grenade, Bai Zhou hurled his cloak at the female assassin from afar.

Through the colorful rain, what caught Anguisola's eye was the blurry writing on the colorful cloak:

"Mass graves...buying a house...appreciation...down payment..."

—What utter nonsense!

"You actually dared to...!!!"

[Anguisola] was furious, unable to comprehend the thought process of this madman.

Given this distance and the blast radius, no matter how far Bai Zhou ran, the two of them would inevitably perish together.

This is the reason why Anguisola has never dared to make any rash moves.

—But Bai Zhou certainly had no intention of perishing together with them.

Although he never fantasized about dying a spectacular death, he certainly didn't want to become a pair of doomed lovers with an old woman of unknown age who was pretentious.

So, in the next instant—

The instant the flames ignited.

He rolled up his trench coat and transformed himself.

[Life-Stealing Cat], transform!
"jingle……"

The moment the bell rang, the nine-tailed phantom with the bell hanging from it swayed behind the black cat, fluttering in the wind.

[Steal Life], activate!

With the sound of shattering glass, a black cat leaped out of the window.

The surging waves of fire followed closely behind, chasing the black cat's figure and engulfing it in the blink of an eye.

"boom--!!"

The alchemy ceremony was initiated inside the house, and naturally, the furnace exploded again.

The ground shook.

A huge explosion occurred at an abandoned villa, with flames shooting into the street and shaking the surrounding neighborhood.

but……

"Ahem! Ahem!"

A woman's coughing voice came faintly from the raging flames.

The colorful rain stopped, but the paint on the ground began to swirl.

Before they were dried by the flames, the colorful pigments gathered together and slowly coalesced into the figure of a person wearing a crown.

Colorful figures, with distorted forms, emerged gradually from the depths of the flames, accompanied by a low, weak chant.

"Life is a fleeting ray of light, and my paintings capture it in time."

"A true portrait is not about depicting the appearance, but about revealing the soul."

"Colors record my portrait, my name symbolizes my soul..."

"—Return, Sofonisba Anguisola!"

The chanting grew louder and louder, resounding powerfully through the quiet streets.

...Finally, the distorted figure emerged from the flames. As the colors faded, Anguisola, dressed in a bright red dress, appeared with her back to the flames on a street littered with debris.

Although her body was unnaturally pale, her figure swayed, and her mask was almost shattered, she still managed a slow, trembling smile.
"It seems that I am the winner who survives in the end."

The Art Society possesses a unique pathway to becoming a painter.

This is the fundamental reason why they need to play different painters.

As a seasoned extraordinary individual in this path, [Anguisola]'s level 3 advancement technique, [Materialistic Rain], combined with her level 2 advancement technique, [Triple Crowns],
This can form a set of secret techniques that she relies on to advance to level 4:

—【Portrait of Death】!
As is widely known, Sofonisba Anguisola, a Renaissance painter, was an exceptionally outstanding portrait painter.

Therefore, as an imitator of its mystical aspects, the assassin [Sophonisba Anguisola] can remember and track the White Boat's "life flavor".

But actually, Sofonisba Anguisola is better at self-portraits!
【The Rain of Artificialism】can materialize the colors in a female painter's heart. As long as she stands on the colors dyed by rain, her strength will increase.

The three sets of crowns relate to the soul, name, and portrait, respectively.

When the two are combined, at the necessary moment, and at the necessary cost, her soul, name, and image can be redrawn and reconstituted from the colors of this life, thus returning to the world.

Sofonisba Anguisola, a Renaissance-era painting, is renowned for its exquisite detail...

And this female assassin, from the very beginning, brought down that colorful rain, subtly foreshadowing her return.

"Crackling..."

[Anguisola] turned to look at the raging fire that occupied the entire villa and a small part of the street.

Presumably, Bai Zhou's remains had been completely consumed by the flames, and she slowly let out a long breath.

"The ritualist who was skilled in using explosives died in an explosion."

"What a magnificent tapestry of life."

Although she paid a considerable price, leaving Anguisola so weak that she can barely stand...

But that madman eventually died.

It's just a bit of a pity...

Anguisola suddenly sighed with a hint of regret.

"I demand double the pay from the major—no, triple it!"

"Unfortunately, the major's ledgers also turned to ashes."

"Otherwise, we could squeeze a hefty sum out of him..."

At that moment, Anguisola suddenly remembered that in her last glance before being engulfed by the explosion, she saw a small black shadow flash across the sky.

Did you hear the sound of the bell at that time?

What was that again...?

Just thinking about this.

A chilling sensation suddenly came from behind.

Then, a familiar, stern shout rang in my ears:

"I can't believe you're still alive—"

"cut!"

Turning around immediately, Anguisola saw that Bai Zhou, who should have been dead, had appeared out of thin air, brandishing a purple-gold saber and charging menacingly at her.

Anguisola's expression changed, and he leaped back, narrowly avoiding the blade's edge.

With a "whoosh," the asphalt pavement was split open, revealing the soil underneath.

"You're not dead!"

Anguisola cried out in disbelief, her expression beneath the mask filled with astonishment.

"That's what I was thinking."

Coughing twice, Bai Zhou, his body blackened by the fire, staggered, much like Anguisola, as he held his saber.

"Luckily I remembered to come back and check for the last hit, otherwise I would have really missed it."

Thanks to an ant in a pile of weeds, Bai Zhou successfully stole a life.

If it weren't for the current tense situation, he would have insisted on building a grave for the generous ant.

But now...

Bai Zhou gripped the saber tightly in his fingers, his expression ashen.

Frankly speaking, given his current condition, wielding a saber is already quite difficult for him.

Let alone unleashing the [Moonlight Oath Saint Slash], even fulfilling the spiritual requirements of the saber is difficult.

He needs weapons more suitable for the current situation...

But as I said before, Anguisola must die, or the consequences will be dire!
The next instant, the white boat moved.

It's still best to strike first.

"Om!!"

Infused with a small amount of spiritual energy, Bai Zhou's saber spun out, as if a full moon were in the sky, unstoppable.

Even Anguisola couldn't stop her now, so she dragged herself away and leaped to the side.

"boom!"

The swirling blade sliced ​​off a vibrant hem of the skirt.

The saber was embedded in the ground at Anguisola's feet.

This filled Anguisola with ecstasy, her eyes burning with desire as she reached out to pull the knife from the ground.

"To discard one's weapons is no different from to give up one's life."

"Your mastery of rituals is unparalleled, but your combat skills are utterly inept!"

"—How exactly did your teacher teach you?"

Unable to hold back, she blurted out a sarcastic remark.

With this extraordinary weapon...

But the moment she drew her saber, her face became extremely stiff.

"Buzz!"

The saber was heavier than she had expected, and as soon as she held it, it began to vibrate and resist her.

If she hadn't clenched her fist tightly, the knife would probably have flown out of her hand in the next second!
It would be one thing if it merely resisted, but it was also frantically and greedily devouring the already scarce spiritual energy within [Anguisola]'s body!
"My things aren't so easy to take."

—This was, of course, part of Bai Zhou's calculations.

He attacked again, shouting sharply:
"Open your eyes wide and watch carefully... Take this shot!"

The loud shout that came from beside him startled Anguisola.

She quickly looked up and saw Bai Zhou pull out a spear that looked like it was made of scrap metal from somewhere and come towards her with it.

Where did it come from...?
But thanks to Bai Zhou's stern reminder, Anguisola had a very brief moment to prepare.

I'll take a shot from you?
This made her want to laugh out loud.

Shouting out the names of moves before the fight is incredibly foolish of a hot-blooded youth to use against a seasoned assassin like her.

Many extraordinary individuals like to do this, but it's precisely the kind of behavior that assassins despise.

What about "Rainbow Pony Meteor Fist" and "First Love Strawberry Shockwave"? Are they afraid the other person won't understand why they died, or are they afraid of writing the wrong name of the secret technique when registering with the King of Hell?
This behavior, which resembles throwing a match, is practically like using a megaphone to tell the other side that I'm about to throw a punch and they should dodge it.

Don't make a fool of yourself!
With a "whoosh," Anguisola swung his heavy and resilient extraordinary saber with all his might.

The angle of her attack was incredibly tricky; she swung her blade diagonally downwards, the blade and spear clashing.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew! The spearhead was deflected.

The spearhead, which had been expected to be cleaved by the sharp edge, remained as hard as ever, which shocked Anguisola once again.

Another...extraordinary weapon?
Where did this kid get so many extraordinary weapons?!
But in that split second, the spearhead deflected, creating an opening that would have left no room for further maneuvering—

The military-grade flashlight on the spearhead suddenly switched on, shining towards Anguisola's wide, focused eyes.

"not good!"

Anguisola exclaimed in surprise.

The blinding white light made her deeply experience what it meant to "arrive first with a glint of cold light, then the spear shot out like a dragon."

Even though she couldn't see what was in front of her, the killer's instincts still caused her body to flip and tumble in an unbelievable manner.

"Wow!"

Her bright red dress fluttered as she performed two almost impossible low backflips, creating distance between herself and Bai Zhou.

However, at the very moment she did the backflip, she heard a "click" sound, like some mechanism was activated.

besides?

As her vision gradually returned, she vaguely saw the tip of the mechanical spear...

Suddenly, the muzzle of a revolver popped out.

"?"

[Anguisola] stared wide-eyed, but the more anxious he became, the less he could see.

All I could see were the spearheads swaying back and forth, as if there were three or four of them, but I couldn't tell where they were.

This revolver is very ornate and looks extraordinary.

—Extraordinary weapon!
【Harmony of Light and Shadow】!
"I've already said it—"

"Take this shot!"

Bai Zhou thus declared.

"Dang Dang!"

The piano keys were pressed, and a crisp, melodious sound echoed out.

The moment the trigger was pulled was like the tolling of a bell announcing the arrival of noon!

(End of this chapter)