Chapter 367 - Chapter 367: Chapter 347 Consecution "Painter (2/2)
Every collision between them stirred up huge waves, quickly dragging the surrounding ships into the turmoil, yet the Monarch powerful experts paid no mind to these, focusing solely on the battle.
Compared to the warships of enemies or allies, one’s own life is more important… oneself is the “big picture”!
More and more of both sides’ warships were struck by the aftermath, crumbling apart, Yeager immediately issued an order.
“Begin!”
Many soldiers and Extraordinary Exponents began to activate their spell inscriptions, providing continuous tactical support to their side’s Monarch powerful experts, and both sides gradually reached a deadlock.
On the deck of a steam warship, Helen was immersed in her artistic creation.
The presence of the young girl contrasted sharply with the behemoth, yet she harmoniously blended as one with it.
Her long hair was skillfully tied back, a few strands fluttering in the wind, her eyes deep and bright, as if they could perceive every detail of the warship, and then she captured these details accurately on the canvas.
“It’s almost done…”
In Helen’s hand was a specially made brush, custom-designed for the ship’s environment, resistant to seawater corrosion while maintaining smooth brush strokes.
The brush danced swiftly across the canvas, the color-laden bristles leaping onto the canvas, creating a series of vivid images.
Especially the outline of an enemy warship was depicted robustly and powerfully, its lines straight and resilient, exuding a sense of majesty and strength that anyone could feel.
Her eyes sparkled with a steadfast pursuit of art, each brushstroke was an exploration of beauty, the act of painting itself was her way of excavating the landscapes of her inner world.
Even the enemy warships were depicted perfectly by Helen, without the slightest distortion.
As her brushstrokes grew more intense, the warship on the canvas suddenly came under a violent attack, with flames shooting to the sky and smoke spreading.
She took a deep breath, expended all her Spiritual Power, and murmured to herself.
“Reflect reality.”
As Helen completed her painting, everyone on a distant enemy warship felt an inexplicable shudder, and the colossal body of the warship began to shake violently, people looking around in terror.
“What’s happening!”
“What occurred?”
An invisible attack traversed a great distance, directly affecting the enemy’s warship!
Helen’s paintings seemed to possess some mystic power, as the disasters depicted in them started unfolding in reality; the enemy warship was hit by intangible artillery, flames rose to the sky, and a massive explosion echoed, shocking everyone’s heart, while the waves beat furiously against the hull, leaving the warship teetering in the giant swells.
“How… how is this possible?”
A veteran nearby, his voice trembling, his face etched with shock and disbelief.
It never crossed his mind that an artist’s painting could wield such extraordinary power, capable of altering the course of reality.
“This is unbelievable!”
The soldiers’ gazes all gathered on Helen, their eyes filled with admiration and curiosity, feeling that the Extraordinary Exponents of the Fischer family were indeed formidable, yet uncertain whether she was a mid-level Transmutation or higher-level Extraordinary Exponent, as common folk could not tell the difference.
Standing amid everyone, Helen gently said:
“I am but a painter, who uses the brush to depict the world I see and feel, the reason my paintings can influence reality is that they bear the landscapes deep within my heart.”
Since what I saw was war, naturally it could bring about destruction, slaughter, and death…
Helen silently watched the enemy warship sinking into the sea in the distance, if she didn’t possess the Destiny’s Trajectory of a “Fantasy Fellow” and a vast amount of Spiritual Power, she probably couldn’t have achieved this level.
The 3rd Rank of the Path of Wholeheartedness, “Painter”, was represented in the Spirit Realm as a girl brimming with childlike innocence, smiling gently.
Physical attributes enhanced by 15, Spiritual Power by 55, and the “Painter” only received one kind of extraordinary power, but its effect was incredibly potent.
“Spirit Brush”.
“Painter” could induce supernatural effects upon something within the painting through a ritualistic form of drawing, the larger the impact caused, the more Spiritual Power the user expended.
The greatest advantage of “Spirit Brush” is its strong versatility; the obvious disadvantage is that the ritual takes a long time to prepare, and because the background also needs to be drawn as detailed as possible, it can’t be pre-prepared with portraits, making it virtually useless during sudden close encounters.
Just then, the ship beneath her feet suddenly began to rock.
“What’s going on?”
Having exhausted her Spiritual Power, Helen almost fell, struggling to steady herself, only to see something quite horrific rising from the seabed.
What was that thing?
She looked on in utter amazement at the colossal monster hovering above the sea!
The “spider creature” emerging from the seabed was enormous, over thirty meters tall, akin to a moving fortress, built of sturdy magic alloy, its surface covered with intricate magic runes that flickered with a dim light when the puppet moved, as if a life were pulsating within; its eight limbs were thick and strong, each one like a massive column, embedded with sharp magical gleaming blades capable of tearing through the stoutest defenses.
It was a war-time alchemical puppet!
Essentially, it was also an alchemical tool!
However, no one had ever seen such an awe-inspiring alchemical tool!
Helen clutched her hands tightly, a surge of intense fear rising from the depths of her being, hearing Madam Ariel’s astonished exclamation nearby.
“Adley Royal Family, you definitely could not have created such a thing!”