Chapter 426: The State of Selflessness

Although Riya herself was not good at art at all, the person in front of her was only covering herself up a little more tightly, and had nothing to do with horror and blood.

How did Haddock create such a portrait?

He is a realist painter, and judging from his painting style, he is not the type who loves blood and blood. There must be something fishy about the monarch in front of him as a model.

As for the person following him, Riya finally couldn't help but couldn't ignore the other person's sizing eyes. He raised his eyes and met his eyes.

The man sneered: "Hadek, your clothes are not bad this time. You are much more tasteful than before."

clothing?

The clothes Yomos refers to are probably the body, because it is as normal for the great race to change their bodies as to change a piece of clothing. No wonder Yomos said that. As for how they recognized themselves as Hardek, Riya guessed that this should be the use of special detection methods.

There are methods of identification between these races that are unknown to humans, and they are so confident in their intuition that no one even doubts whether Hadek has been tricked.

"Thanks for the compliment. I also agree that I have good taste." Riya smiled along with the other person's words, but in the end she made the other person very angry.

Yomos stared at Riya almost with eyes wide open. He grabbed the paintbrush in his hand tightly and calmed down after hearing a crisp sound. Someone immediately stepped forward to take the paintbrush that was broken by one hand and presented him with a new one. Pen.

"I want to see, Hadek, what charm you have that makes His Majesty favor you so much."

He snorted coldly and looked at the monarch as a model in front of him again, his eyes full of reverence.

"King, just looking at you brings endless inspiration to my mind."

He grabbed the brush, dipped it in paint, and started painting quickly. With just a few strokes, he could already outline the charm of the person in front of him.

Riya's face was expressionless. He had never thought about competing with the other party. Random drawings were better than the original forbidden paintings left by Hadek. It was just that Yomos's reaction was so big that those who didn't know thought that Hadek was doing it in front of him. He killed the king in front of him.

"I think it wouldn't be too bad if I painted it like the king."

Ria stretched out his fingers to compare with the brush towards the monarch. He looked very professional. Then he just dipped the paint into the canvas and applied it.

It’s no different from painting a wall, it’s very simple.

However, when Riya grabbed the palette and looked down at the paint box, he was suddenly stunned for a moment.

At this moment, something that shouldn't have appeared appeared at his feet.

A hard, palm-sized object wrapped in white cloth.

When Riya's eyes stayed on it for more than three seconds, the cloth suddenly turned into a bunch of white reptiles and dispersed, revealing the gray-green stone sculptures inside.

This stone sculpture is covered in mold, with a strange-looking creature squatting on a square body, and organs on both sides that appear to be eyes are emitting red light.

The creature is bloated, with a scale-like structure on its body. The shadow of a human can be vaguely seen, but its head is that of an octopus. From the head, several tentacles can be seen hanging down ferociously, with sharp claws hidden under the tentacles. There was actually a pair of broken wings that were folded up behind it, like a giant dragon.

When Riya looked at it, it seemed to be looking at him.

"Tick-tock——"

The water on the paintbrush slid down the barrel to the tip of the pen, and then fell to the ground with gravity.

Where does the water come from?

Ria was wearing gloves, her hands didn't sweat at all, and the sky didn't look like it was going to rain.

Water appeared like that without any warning, and Riya felt that the canvas in front of her was gradually becoming damp.

As if he noticed something, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the king as a model. The king had changed into another look in his eyes.

The mask on the yellow-robed king's face tended to become distorted, and the clothes all over his body became old and shabby. Countless unknown things surged under his robes, and the next second, someone rushed out from under his robes with a look of horror on his face. When he came out, half of this man's body was left, and the surface of his skin was covered with marine algae.

His bones and internal organs were dragged all over the ground, and just as he crawled towards Riya, showing his joy that he was about to be rescued, a tentacle suddenly rushed out from under the yellow clothes, entangled the man and dragged him back.

"Click... click, click, click..."

The hem of the yellow clothes stirred, and soon, everything disappeared.

The king slowly turned his head to look at Ria through the mask. Suddenly, the mask and body disappeared.

Below is a squirming pile of steaming entrails.

"!"

Ria suddenly covered her eyes, and a line of blood and tears fell from the gap between her palms and face.

He couldn't help but laugh, and soon he couldn't stand up straight.

"I see--"

His laughter became more and more wanton, but as if his artistic talent was suddenly discovered, he picked up his brush, dipped it in paint and quickly created his own art on the canvas.

At this time, it seems that the person standing here is no longer Riya, but an art master who was created on the spot.

The master stood in front of the drawing board with a smile, fully immersed in the world of painting. His movements were quick and smooth, depicting invisible melodies in the air. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he was looking for some indescribable thing. inspiration.

His hand waved the brush, and every rise and fall was full of power and rhythm. The brush galloped on the canvas, leaving distinct traces. Color blocks and dots interlaced with the surface, and the dots formed the surface. These traces formed a A vivid and great work.

"Swish...swish."

The young man's shoulders rose and fell gently, and his breathing was even and powerful, as if integrated with the rhythm of the brush. Everyone was inevitably impressed by it, because the artist's creative process is also an art.

Now, the artist is not copying the scene in front of him, but using his heart to feel and interpret everything he understands in the moment.

The air around him seemed to be frozen, and only the sound of the brush on the canvas echoed in the air.

The people around him couldn't help holding their breath as they watched this scene.

Legend has it that every stroke of the brush by a true master of art is a pursuit of beauty and a belief in art.

The young man in front of him, every move is full of power and elegance, just like a master performing his stunts on the stage. Time seems to have stopped at this moment, and only he and his paintings exist.

As he painted, he had forgotten himself and the world, and the entire time and space seemed to be left with only him and his creation.

Finally, Riya stopped the brush in his hand, and the painting was completed.

He stepped back a few steps, admiring his work, with satisfaction and pride in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, this is my last gift to you."

"What!?" Yomos looked up at Leah in disbelief when he heard this.

Only a dozen minutes had passed. Was this person crazy?