Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 362 Ratman Bandits

The next second, Wu Xian put away the Void Sun Star Lord.

He glanced at the blue sky and white clouds of the Elf Realm and chuckled to himself.

Although the ability to use the Void Sun Rat is most likely due to the rat clan's "amnesty," the Twenty-Eight Mansions are a unified whole.

In short: We're the kind of people who follow the rules. We don't do things like using connections.

Either release all twenty-eight constellations, or don't release any at all. Just releasing the Void Sun Rat makes it very difficult for him, the head of the family, to act!

"Why are you putting them away?" Miao Youyou asked, puzzled.

Xue Lingling and Tang Beng, who were standing nearby, also cast puzzled glances at them.

If it can be used, why bother putting it away?

Are you making things difficult for yourself?

Wu Xian smiled without saying a word, and instead pulled out his own God of Wealth as a temporary substitute.

Little did they know, the appearance of the God of Wealth left Miao Youyou and the others speechless. "Huh~ Little Wu's humanoid scroll is also an elf?"

"The concept behind my painting is rather complex, it incorporates a bit of everything," Wu Xian casually replied.

Miao Youyou's expression was strange. "It doesn't look like it?"

The idea of ​​blending multiple styles is not uncommon; many of the cats from the Miao ethnic group embody this approach.

Zhou Qi's Netherworld Beast is a typical fusion of undead and insect-based elements, and a very perfect one at that.

The key is that once a certain style is incorporated into the design, the scroll painting spirit will also exhibit the relevant stylistic characteristics.

However, the humanoid black-bearded spirit in front of them showed absolutely no "elf style" characteristics or elements.

“It’s really hard to tell.” Xue Lingling and Tang Beng agreed wholeheartedly.

The Underworld Club has always been quite curious about this human-shaped scroll that Wu Xian has been keeping hidden away.

"Can't you see it?" Wu Xian glanced at the God of Wealth beside him, and on a sudden inspiration, he made up a story: "Don't you think this gold ingot is cute and has a very elfin style?"

And the black tiger it's sitting on—isn't that totally elven-style?

Everyone stared in astonishment at the black tiger beneath the God of Wealth, speechless.

"Does the original mount count too?" Miao Youyou's eyes flickered slightly, as if she had realized something. "I understand, sister. When designing a multi-style fusion approach, it is not necessary to mix all the elements together. You can incorporate them by adding external objects."

"I see," Xue Lingling's eyes lit up. "So, theoretically, any element from the same scroll can be identified by the Four Gods' Prohibition?"

Seeing the group excitedly discussing and analyzing, Wu Xian was stunned.

It was just a casual remark, but it unexpectedly inspired them.

The key point is that this line of thinking actually makes some sense.

"Little Xianzi, what a discovery!" Tang Beng couldn't help but get excited. "Later, let's add an elf-style pet for our Brother Zhuzi. It can just be used to be cute. Whether it has combat power or not doesn't matter."

"For a dignified Ghost King of the Underworld to keep a little pet isn't too much to ask, is it?" Xue Lingling had a sudden inspiration.

Seeing the two of them excitedly begin to try it, Wu Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

If this idea works, that's fine. But if it doesn't, how will we explain the God of Wealth?

However, Wu Xian was also quite curious about this.

It's not easy to deal with Tang Beng's pillar brother, since it requires the participation of various special equipment. At present, we can only make preliminary plans.

But my mentor sister is different; she can speak fluently and get to work as soon as she picks up a pen.

Even when they were robbed by a group of monsters from the elven realm, nothing could dampen Master Sister's enthusiasm.

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine, if you want to pass, leave your toll!"

“Listen up, you people on that wrecked ship! This is the territory of our noble Rat Clan. If you want to pass through, leave some goodwill behind.” “Hmm? What’s that unpleasant, foul smell?”

"Oh no, it smells like cat!"

"What's the panic? What are we rats now? Are we afraid of cats?"

"Hehe, I just haven't gotten used to it yet~!"

"Hey, you bunch of dead cats on the ship, why aren't you kneeling down and kowtowing to Grandpa Rat?"

Wu Xian and his companions looked down at the chattering, upright-walking rat-man bandits below, exchanging bewildered glances, speechless with disbelief.

The ratmen were all elite monsters, around level 30. The leader was a commander-level elf, carrying a spiked club on his shoulder and wearing an eyepatch over one eye, looking just like a pirate.

"Are the rat monsters in the elven world really this rampant these days?" Tang Beng asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“A relative of the gods,” Miao Youyou teased. “To be able to speak human language and possess such intelligence at this level, one is probably closely related to the Void Emperor Spirit by blood and has received the blessing and enlightenment of the true god’s bloodline.”

"No wonder," Wu Xian said, suddenly realizing.

It's quite normal for a true spirit to have the power of bloodline.

With one side in the air and the other on the ground, Wu Xian and his companions didn't bother with these rat-clan clowns.

Unfortunately, they underestimated the abilities of these monsters who were close relatives of the true gods.

Luo Feng was about to fly directly over when it saw that the space ahead was like "mud," making it impossible to fly.

Only then did they understand why the rat tribe below were so confident in intercepting aerial units.

"It seems we have no choice but to address this." Wu Xian said helplessly.

Tang Beng couldn't help but worry, "If we kill them, won't the True God cause us trouble?"

"Don't worry," Miao Youyou said nonchalantly, "The rat race has an amazing reproductive capacity and has tons of relatives. How could they care about the life or death of such a distant relative?"

As it spoke, the two-tailed black cat shrieked and pounced.

The cat-themed scrolls painted by Miao women followed closely behind, forming a cat-themed rat-exterminating army.

"Oh ho~ You dare to resist?" The leader of the ratmen sneered contemptuously. "Don't you even know whose territory this is?"

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Several ratmen instantly transformed into "flash" maniacs, using flash as if it had no cooldown or mana cost.

Despite being known for their agility, the cat scrolls couldn't even touch the ratman.

"A bunch of dead rats!" Miao Youyou's eyes were cold, as if he had a strange disgust for these rats. "If it weren't for their divine bloodline, how would they be qualified to challenge my cat?"

The Miao women fought with increasing ferocity, using their various talents and skills in turn, and fought the ratman bandits to a standstill.

Gradually, the rat-man bandits also realized the power of these cat scrolls and became serious.

"As expected of the natural enemy of my rat race, they are indeed not so easy to deal with!" The leader ratman snorted and directed his underlings to adjust their battle strategy. "All of you, keep your spirits up and don't embarrass our rat race's true spirit!"

Then, a strange scene happened.

The rat-men moved nimbly, their figures intertwined, and their powers began to resonate in unison.

Immediately afterwards, a series of piercing squeaking sounds echoed, sending chills down the spine and making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Even more outrageous, the ratmen's attacks have started to incorporate spatial effects.

A single claw strike can leave a shallow spatial rift and claw mark in the air, instantly inflicting damage.

"Damn it," Miao Youyou said, her face grim. "Are these rats some kind of sons of the Void Emperor?"

With the power of spatial laws, the attack that tears space apart is something even Miao Youyou's two-tailed black cat can't withstand, let alone the cat scrolls of other Miao women.

(End of this chapter)