Chapter 1229

"Your Highness Feliya!"

When the Scorpio Director had his soul stirred by the soul encoding and fell asleep at light speed, more than sixty blocks away, on the observation deck of the No. 1 Military Industrial Area, a nervous inquiry sound came.

"The barrels labeled 17 and below have all completed initial cooling; do we need to conduct the second round of firing immediately?"

"Not yet."

After shaking her head at the Legion Commander who asked the question, Feliya, who was lying on the edge of the observation deck, bit her lower lip and continued to observe the situation of the No. 1 Research Area with binoculars.

This visible worry naturally wouldn't be for some Mr. Li; the target of this worry could only be Prince Andre, who was very doting on Feliya while also wanting to kill her twice.

Even though Leon had sworn that because it was uncertain whether she, a "knock-off refurbished version" of Princess Feliya, could continue to maintain contact with the Watchtower Palace like a true royal bloodline, he would try his best to ensure Prince Andre's survival.

But the massive bombardment of more than fifty thousand shells still made the green-eyed girl's heart very uneasy; she kept guarding the mirror stand of the military binoculars, wanting to witness the situation there with her own eyes as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, Your Highness."

Taking it for granted that Feliya was worrying about that Prince Leon who was "risking danger alone," after glancing at her involuntarily clenched palms, the Legion Commander of the Royal Direct Legion smiled understandingly and then comforted her:

"Since Lord Leon dared to give such an order, he naturally has the confidence to save his life in the artillery fire, and since he could take down our six legions in two minutes and save us from Atifi's control, he will certainly be able to successfully kill that lunatic Andre!"

"..."

The problem is that's what I'm afraid of!

Moving her gaze away speechlessly, after looking back at the Direct Legion Commander, the green-eyed girl gave him a perfunctory faint smile and then answered awkwardly:

"Um... I hope it will be like that..."

"Don't worry, it certainly will be!"

Not hearing Feliya's insincerity, looking admiringly at the brave and intelligent green-eyed girl before him who had not indulged in grief after losing her parents but stood up to lead everyone to resist the atrocities, the Legion Commander of the Royal Direct Legion couldn't help but clench his fist and give a military salute, then promised with a firm face:

"With your expectation as support, Lord Leon will certainly be able to win the first battle, kill the rebellious Prince Andre in one fell swoop, and thoroughly save the Kroke Kingdom!"

"..."

I beg you, please shut up!

With her scalp tingling from the flags planted one after another by the Legion Commander, Princess Feliya's mouth couldn't help but twitch twice; just as she was about to turn back to say something, she felt a flash before her eyes.

I don't know when, but on the originally blue-black observation deck, a warm ray of sunlight was quietly sprinkled, breaking the originally murderous and gloomy atmosphere and making the surroundings brighten up...

Wait, why is it a "stroke" of sunlight?!!!

Looking at the strange sunlight with brush marks on the blue-black floor tiles of the observation deck, the green-eyed girl and the Legion Commander were stunned together.

Immediately afterward, as if a paintbrush saturated with oil paint was being wetly applied to a taut canvas, that stroke of sunlight, still carrying some burrs, flowed softly along the movement of the brush.

When it flowed to the side of a person, the invisible huge brush paused slightly, changed to some kind of soft brush or silk fabric, and brushed lightly on the edge of the sunlight, brushing the originally slightly rigid color blocks into a hazy smudge.

And after this smudge bloomed, the sunlight, which was originally distinct from the human body, actually mixed with the color of the human body extremely naturally, while the edge of Feliya's dress was smeared with the color belonging to the sunlight.

"This... this is..."

This sudden change felt very long, but in reality, it was very short; it was just a stroke, a brush, and a light smear, so short that it only allowed people to blink slightly.

Before the bewildered crowd could react, the invisible huge brush, carrying thick and colorful pigments, brushed directly diagonally along the direction the sunlight was falling, and in the blink of an eye, it painted the entire block, turning the world into a magnificent scroll...

Finally found it.

Looking at the green-eyed girl on the huge canvas before him who was looking at the sky in a daze, Prince Andre couldn't help but chuckle.

Then he picked up the spray bottle at hand, sprayed the paint on the brush wet, then put down the spray bottle, picked up a thin and flexible wooden-handled scraper, scraped off the naturally mixed paint, and picked up the brush to redraw.

Smudging, dripping, dry brushing, carving and sweeping...

One technique after another was skillfully used by Prince Andre, and the scroll that was originally "frozen" on the canvas flowed along with his brushstrokes.

The green-eyed girl on the canvas, with a panicked face, was carried by a large group of birds drawn by pointillism, passing through the sky above the entire capital, and flying toward the No. 1 area that had been bombed into ruins.

And the soldiers who wanted to block her in panic, because of the sudden collapse of the observation deck under their feet, failed to rescue her in time, but instead grabbed the pillars and eaves in a panic, then let out angry shouts toward the sky, watching the green-eyed girl go far away in despair.

Come on, come quickly.

Holding the painting knife and gently gouging on the canvas, forcefully carving out a piece of blue-black battlements to block the Legion Commander who wanted to save people, Prince Andre couldn't help but turn to the side, looking softly at the easel placed in the corner.

Placed on the easel was exactly that "Royal Evening Banquet" that had "absorbed" Atifi, and on this wonderful scroll that was frozen yet flowing, almost all the characters were already in place, looking forward to the start of the banquet.

The only thing missing was the tiny infant held in the Queen's arms, sucking its own thumb.

That pink and jade-carved infant, although innocent and cute in appearance, compared to the others in the painting, lacked a bit of "spirituality" in its pair of emerald green eyes, appearing slightly dull and stagnant, and did not flow like the others in the painting.

Just missing you, Feliya.

After looking nostalgically at that happy banquet, Prince Andre turned his head and looked expectantly at the green-eyed girl on the huge canvas who had already flown to the edge of the No. 1 area.

In the past, your perception of yourself was always Atifi 01, and I was always unable to convince myself to really treat you as my sister, and I was never able to truly paint you in.

But now it's different; now I already know that your soul is the original soul, and you should also have understood that you are the real Feliya.

If it's you now, you will certainly be able to walk into my painting, return to that banquet of the past with me, and together with father, mother, and others...

However, just as Prince Andre was looking at the canvas full of expectation, waiting for the arrival of the last family member, a "little black man" covered in dust on the canvas suddenly threw away the other "little black" on his back, took out a knife, and cut hard toward the sky on the canvas!

"Ssh!"

Accompanied by a light sound like tearing silk, a small opening was cut in the sky of the canvas, and a small piece of silver-bright blade tip emerged, and the birds carrying the green-eyed girl were also cut open by more than half by this knife that broke the sky, fluttering and fleeing in all directions.

Feliya, who was about to reach her destination, was actually forcibly "intercepted" at the last moment; after letting out a scream, she fell from the sky, waving her arms and legs.

(End of chapter)