Chapter 633: Chapter 633

How could this be?!!!

Staring at the tip of a knife struggling to cut horizontally from inside the "Royal Evening Banquet," Prince Andre was shocked. Without thinking about how Leon managed to break open the fragment of the world, he lunged forward to grab the frame with both hands, trying to forcibly push the knife tip back.

No matter how much strength he poured in, the gap cut in the canvas continued to grow uncontrollably larger. A hand reached out from inside, gripping the edge of the opening.

Accompanied by a horrid tear, the canvas, unable to withstand the contest of strength, split downwards along the gap cut by the Cutting Silver Dagger, opening a forty-centimeter-long tear.

As the knife tip sliced through the edge of the canvas, completely severing the painting, a figure both Andre and Feiliya were familiar with suddenly rolled out from the opening, then unhesitatingly turned and slashed the airborne "Royal Evening Banquet" into two!

Seeing the "Royal Evening Banquet," cut in half and completely robbed of its "vitality," Prince Andre felt a chill run through his entire body, his whole being frozen in the pose of holding the painting frame, standing there in a daze.

Immediately after, as if a prison door had been opened, the warm and joyful scene of the "Royal Evening Banquet" faded, replaced by one shattered soul after another rushing out from the canvas, fleeing in all directions.

It’s over...everything is over...

Watching those familiar souls rushing out from the canvas and escaping, Prince Andre instinctively raised his hand, subconsciously wanting to grasp something, but in the end, he let his arm droop powerlessly, abandoning this futile attempt.

The world fragment he obtained from the Slaughter King Association had already become one with the entire "Royal Evening Banquet." Since the "Royal Evening Banquet" had been broken, with no way to repair it, the fate of those souls no longer mattered to him.

His dreams and expectations had completely shattered, with no chance of realization.

After closing his eyes in pain, Prince Andre released the frame, gazing at the panting Leon opposite him, he clenched his fists and said angrily:

"I just wanted to retrieve what I lost! Why must you block me..."

Before he could finish his angry question, the pale-faced Leon stooped and dashed forward with a near-ground-hugging stride, crossing the nearly five-meter distance between them directly, arriving in front of Prince Andre, and in a straightforward and clean motion under the distant horrified gaze of the gagged Feiliya, decapitating him with a single stroke!

Perhaps worried that Prince Andre might have some other trump card, Leon immediately released his grip on the silver knife with his right hand after the slash, transferring the Cutting Silver Dagger to his free left hand and severing both of Prince Andre’s paint-stained hands at the wrist!

I can chat with you, but only after I’ve secured victory!

Glancing at the stunned Prince Andre, whose eyes were still fixed on his own, Leon still wasn’t reassured. He turned his attention to the art tools scattered on the ground and the easel not far away, gripping the Cutting Silver Dagger tightly once again.

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Nevermind, in that case, there’s no need for me to ask further.

Seeing Leon not resting easy even after severing his head and hands, still choosing to slash apart the brushes and easel, and even throwing the paint on the ground, Prince Andre’s head lay silent on the ground for a while, then slowly closed his eyes.

Just as Prince Andre closed his eyes, Leon, who had been observing his state, found his expression slightly freeze, then quickly frowned and looked over.

He shouldn’t be, considering Feiliya’s situation is quite special and may not gain Watcher’s Palace’s approval, I didn’t deal a killing blow but chose to cut him open "alive," so why is his soul suddenly...ugh...wait!

As Prince Andre’s soul gradually dimmed, moving towards extinction, Leon abruptly turned back, sensing something off.

Then, he discovered in shock, from the "Royal Evening Banquet" cut into three pieces on the ground, a familiar small figure was coldly staring at him from the canvas, expressionlessly opening its mouth.

Upon reading these words from young Andre’s lip movements, the reacting Leon immediately turned back and dashed forward, preparing to once again shred the Andre in the painting.

However, at that moment, a massive amount of bright paint, more vivid than a solar halo, surged out from the "Royal Evening Banquet" canvas, pulling Leon back and spiraling out violently and unstoppably in all directions.

The old garden, Crolock Kingdom’s palace, the square outside the palace, the entire District 1, the surrounding neighboring four blocks...

The enormous quantity of paint sprayed from the canvas, rushing like a tidal wave along the connecting tracks of each block, took less than five seconds to cover all over eight hundred blocks of the Crolock Kingdom with a vivid yet desolate orange-red.

Looking at the weeds underfoot, washed over by the massive paint but not even swaying, merely overlaid with a thin orange-red hue, Leon, blocking in front of Feiliya, could not help but deeply frown.

And after spraying out the massive paint, dying the entire Crolock Kingdom in orange-red, the ground’s "Royal Evening Banquet" subtly blended into the surrounding world without a sound.

"Rest assured, I won’t harm Feiliya now."

As Leon focused all his vigilance, prepared to counter any attack from the surroundings, the young Andre holding a football slowly emerged from where the "Royal Evening Banquet" vanished, speaking calmly:

"Though she isn’t my sister, she’s indeed part of Feiliya’s soul. With the ’Royal Evening Banquet’ destroyed by you, I have no reason to hurt her anymore. Your task is complete."

Looking at Prince Andre composed of paint before him, Leon judged that the [Silver Dagger of Cutting] probably couldn’t kill him, so he suppressed his impulse to act, squinting as he asked:

"What do you intend to do next? Avenge your ruined painting?"

"Yes, I do intend to."

Prince Andre nodded, acknowledging Leon’s judgment; then he unemotionally asked:

"But before that, I have a question for you... With your previous skill, it shouldn’t have been possible for you to tear open the ’Royal Evening Banquet.’ I’m curious, how exactly did you gain the ability to surpass the limits of the True God’s realm?"