My different world is game mode.

"Faith, in the heart of man..."

Lindsay stood on the top of the mountain with a sword in his hand, his mouth corners pulled down.

The situation became quite tricky.

He understands his enemy's abilities and how the craft works.

But the question is, how should we pursue this god who has hidden in people's hearts?

Visible enemies can be destroyed, but what about invisible ones?

Even though he has a lot of equipment and skills.

But entering into a person's inner world and world of faith is not something that can be done in the blink of an eye.

"Lindsay?!"

At the same moment, Walla Walla poked his head out from the edge of the broken hill.

The knowledgeable girl certainly would not let herself become a burden in the battle, so when the battle intensified, Walawala hid herself and avoided the core of the battlefield.

The girl climbed to the top of the mountain, her blue eyes also looking at the crimson sky.

The gods are gone, but the disasters brought by the spirit of doomsday will not stop.

As the source fire devoured the [City of Law], many meteorites crashed into the Lost Sea, setting off waves of ignited fire in the tsunami!

"Where did that deity go? I can't sense its essence."

"He took advantage of the faith anchors Nia left behind when she was active in the city." Lindsay shook his head slightly at Wala Wala. "When that guy saw the situation was not going well, he simply destroyed his own body and hid in people's faith."

At this point, Lindsay naturally thought of Walla Walla's origins.

"Wait! Wala Wala, doesn't the Seven Seas Alliance have many heroic epics from the mythological era? The godslayers of that time must have faced similar situations. How did they handle them?"

The girl held her chin with her hand:

"Well……"

"The most common approach is to kill all the deity's followers, but this certainly doesn't apply to our situation. As for other methods..."

Wala Wala quickly found a story in her memory:

“Oh, and there’s a painter!”

"In 'The Heart Eater of Endaris', a deity hid in this way. Finally, a painter from the Seven Seas Alliance created an impression channel, allowing the hero to enter the space of faith and kill the deity."

Lindsay: [Arason, are you there?]

Lindsay: [Arathorn?]

【…】

Lindsay immediately opened her friend list and contacted her painter friend.

He waited for a few seconds, but the friend list was silent and he never received a response from the other party.

"Nothing happened at all."

"If Arathorn heard it, he would not have failed to respond, so he is not in the Lost Sea at this moment."

Lindsay sighed inwardly.

On the one hand, he was happy that his friend was safe.

At the same time, I was also a little helpless.

The Artists' Guild's protective measures were clearly in place; Arathon wasn't even in the Lost Sea. Coupled with the special world isolation rules, the friend channel was rendered useless.

"This...Walala!"

When one method didn't work, Lindsay thought of Wala Wala's work at the Seven Seas Alliance. By the window of the tower studio, there were scrolls of paintings that the girl had commissioned for clients.

Even when the two first met, Walawala was on his way to collect materials for painting!

"I remember you can draw too?"

When Wala Wala heard this question, she immediately showed an expression that said, "No matter what, she will try it."

However, her tone was still relatively conservative when answering:

"Lindsay, I'm not a professional painter."

Lindsay heard the other party's ridicule:

"So that means it's not possible?"

The girl patted her chest:

"Okay, let me try!"

"Being an artist from Kuroshio Island may not be very glorious, but I'm sure I know a lot... Even if I'm not a professional painter, with my current skills, I can try to create impressionistic passages!"

Red meteorites kept falling beside him, and huge waves were sweeping in his sight.

The source fire continued to devour the space where they stood.

Standing on this shaking land, Wala Wala's expression straightened, and he entered a state of concentration that was completely unconcerned with the surroundings, and he sang a little song:

"The happy painter of Baicheng, the world is his canvas~~"

A spotless white canvas emerges amidst the singing.

Then, just as Wala Wala was about to sing a paintbrush, Lindsay handed over the [Octopus Paintbrush].

"Hey? This paintbrush... is interesting!"

Wala Wala took the paintbrush and immediately sensed the special power within it.

She immediately understood:

"Are your game props again?"

Lindsay shrugged:

"Should it be better than a temporary creation?"

"Thank you!" Walawala tossed her long hair and, standing on the deserted island at the end of the world, she began to concentrate on conceiving her work. "Humanity, faith. If I want to enter such a world, what pattern should I draw..."

According to your own understanding of the [City of Law].

Wala Wala imitated the painter's way of mobilizing the source essence and controlling the brush to paint on the paper a world of law in which the king stood on the top of the mountain and the world was shrouded in golden glow.

swipe-

The golden canvas floats gently on the ground.

The impression channel is not activated, it is just a painting without any power.

Walla Walla failed.

"..."

“It’s really difficult, but I’m starting to get the hang of it!”

Lindsay, who had been watching the girl the entire time, spoke:

"Walala, your technique just now was perfect, exactly like any painter I've ever seen. So is it possible that the problem isn't with your technique, but with the content of your painting?"

"Hmm?" Wala Wala blinked. "Don't the residents of the [City of Law] long for a world ruled by a king, where they can live happily?"

"This is probably what they have in mind!"

Lindsay also looked at the almost destroyed royal city.

Facing the girl who was still thinking hard, he gave his answer:

"Wala wala, you may be thinking too far ahead."

"For ordinary people, the passing of the king is a story of the past. What they live and face is actually just this city."

Wala Wala responded immediately:

"Yes! It's still the [City of Law]!"

"And I want to use this city as my subject and paint a picture of a city that has never been ravaged by war!"

“But in this case, you need to paint the most specific scenery.”

"Lindsay, this..."

Wala Wala pointed to the royal city below.

In the devastation of the apocalypse, only half of the mountaintop of the royal city remained, and the city below was completely destroyed.

From the deep sea to the earth now.

Wala Wala had hardly ever seen the [City of Law] in its complete state.

Even if she could complete the drawing, to create the impression channel, she must have the exact same scenery!

Seeing this, Lindsay took out a photo from her bag.

"This is a photo I took when I came to the [City of Law] a while ago. Should it be okay to draw it based on this?"

"..."

“It’s good to have more abilities.”

Wala Wala looked at the photo and couldn't help laughing.

As she said this, the girl began to wave the paintbrush in her hand.

With the help of her extraordinary skills, she reproduced a brand new city without any damage on the canvas.

But it's different than before.

This time, the painting did not fall to the ground.

It was floating in the air, like a door that was about to be opened!