The woman, terrified, wanted to distance herself from the man, but he grabbed her and pinned her down, roaring loudly at her: "You can't leave. Wait until I finish the painting. I can pay you all my assets, the estate on Olympus, all my property can be yours!"
"Get lost, damn it, I don't want your money!"
The stench of sli dripped from the man's mask, and the model could almost imagine his manic expression, her heart completely consud by fear. She slapped Purier hard, exploding with power to knock the man to the ground. This was when the door was smashed open from outside, and Fishn holding sharp weapons walked in.
The model hadn't run far before those frenzied Fishn caught her, emitting a series of wails. The rise and fall of the weapons scattered fresh red flesh, and Purier, witnessing sothing akin to a perfect scene, crawled before the canvas and knelt down, murmuring:
"Yes, yes, that's it. I know what's missing—only the painful expression has yet to be painted..."
Purier sketched the woman's agony, creating a new face in chaotic lines and intersecting geotric shapes. First ca the expression, features, and finally the face shape, long hair, and frawork. His last stroke fell, leaving a grotesque and loathso face marked deeply on the canvas, mouth gaping with densely packed sharp teeth.
"It's done." The man sat on the ground, dazed. "I've painted it—the world's most perfect portrait, the beautiful Siren King."
The painting exuded sli, quickly dissolving completely, as sli flowed onto the model's body, rging with her form. The Stars in the sky began flashing in abnormal alternations.
Lying breathless on the ground, the model began convulsing violently, as if sothing was about to break forth from her chest. In the pale light, first a pair of sickly pale long arms tore open her chest, lifting her body into the air.
Countless limbs extended from the model's chest, her legs fused together becoming a ter-long fish tail. Her delicate body burst open, a slick, giant figure resembling a White Snake collided with the room's walls. The ten-ter-long arms were disproportionately large to her body, dragging her swollen form forward.
The strangest part was the woman's head, resembling a blooming flower bud, with petals that upon closer inspection were pairs of human arms. Her facial expression changed hundreds of tis per second, displaying the woman's myriad expressions: sadness, anger, sorrow, joy... Due to the ordinary eye's inability to keep up with the speed of transformation, only a trembling blur could be seen from afar.
Her scream was like a distorted song on a car radio, the ears of common people would feel pierced by blades, causing dizziness, while to Purier, it was like hearing the divine sound, tears rolling down.
Purier approached, wanting to kiss the woman's smooth, slippery body, but was swept against the wall by the Siren King's thick fish tail, crushed into pulp.
The Siren King trembled all over, letting out a piercing roar, the enormous body crushing all nearby Fishn, breaking through the walls, stumbling into the grey rain.
Her screams lingered across the island's sky for a long ti, and all the Fishn on the island received so kind of summons, their crimson fish eyes beca cloudy, all stopped and dazedly walked toward a certain direction.
Amy, previously surrounded by Fishn, hesitated for a mont, then set down the baseball bat in her hand, quickly realizing what had happened, her face changed drastically: "It's bad!"
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