Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1730: Chapter 1725: Bitter Fruit (19)

Indeed, each has unique skills, and Akons really is a place of natural beauty.

Could this be Ms. Sara’s dark form?

Wiping away a drop of blood splashed on his face, Fu Qian gazed at the bride standing before him.

When she screamed earlier, not only her facial features but her entire body was engulfed by an inhuman distortion.

The reclining chair, twice abandoned earlier, finally gave way under the ensuing furious power, shattering into pieces.

As for the source of the blood on his face, Sara’s howl was so intense that her exposed neck, starting from the throat, was torn open.

Not only were the blood and tendons clearly visible, but it extended all the way to her chin.

Such wounds didn’t take her life but rather filled her body with the same chaotic desecration reflected in her voice, exuding a non-human aura.

And beneath the transformed bridal gown, her abdomen had swelled to an exaggerated size.

The two blood-red eyes twisted close to the chin also stared fixatedly at him.

It’s entirely believable that even though she was still responding to medical advice, any slight provocation might push her into uncontrollable fury, with him bearing the brunt.

"Isn’t the true great existence Lord Akons?"

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian directly applied a strong stimulus.

...

Having visited Hilary and the Insight and Wisdom God, the reason for making Miss Bride the next target among the four was straightforward—

To achieve containment goals, confirming exactly what "Bitter Fruit" represents is clearly necessary.

In the dream encounter, Sara manifested even more intensely than anyone else, both physically and mentally.

If Dorian had also factored in some of this, then besides the dark threat, whether there were any transcendental influences fostering Sara’s condition is worth confirming.

Now it seems not only the reason for Sara’s desire for marriage was found, but she too, like Hilary, revealed another side beneath the surface.

And it truly belongs to the transcendental realm.

This place subtly feels like it’s rotten to the core.

The "child" supposedly came as a blessing from some great existence?

Considering Hilary’s situation was such, yet she hadn’t gained favor, it’s almost certain that the great existence was not Akons.

After being abandoned due to its incompetence, its original followers might have been infiltrated.

"Akons, haha... haha..."

Sure enough, even with her mind not quite clear, Sara still managed to express mockery of the name.

"Die—"

Suddenly, the tone became piercingly sharp, and her arm, now slightly longer, wildly swung in mid-air, aiming straight for Fu Qian’s chest.

Indeed, one shouldn’t provoke recklessly.

Unfortunately, although her arm was slightly longer, her uncoordinated movements still led to Fu Qian easily evading the strike with a subtle turn of his body.

Meanwhile, Fu Qian’s expertly trained footwork already followed through, kicking her entire body away.

...

Boom!

Even with restraint on his part, kicking while seated, the force was considerable.

The white-red figure flew backwards, crashing into the wall with a loud bang, creating a large hole.

Amidst flying bricks and wood, Sara’s residence successfully gained another room.

But Fu Qian didn’t pursue the advantage; instead, he looked down at his chest.

Blood spattered, and in the next moment, he clawed his five fingers into the target point Sara had aimed for, pulling out a fist-sized, viscous asphalt-like blood clot.

Even after exiting the body, the blood clot indeed began to swell, forming bubble after bubble.

Following Sara’s attack, a part of the blood unexpectedly coagulated oddly and moved firmly towards the heart.

Was this the legendary heart strike?

Even without a direct hit, it could induce such effects on a Second Phase individual—her belly’s contents were indeed extraordinary.

Of course, I myself am even more exceptional.

The stomp was almost close enough to stick to the forehead; didn’t you see the child stop crying immediately?

"Haha... outsiders..."

Even the child’s mother was laughing.

However, within moments, Sara’s voice came from the damaged hole and drew closer.

"I don’t know how it is on your side, but over here, such brutality is not allowed..."

With a meticulously groomed head but with her veil fallen off again, Ms. Sara emerged astonishingly determined, returning through the broken picture frame.

...

"Sorry, I’ll be careful next time."

"Mainly, your earlier movements seemed sudden; did you have a nightmare?"

Still seated steadily, Fu Qian apologized without batting an eye and even casually offered concern.

The enhancement in physical strength was truly remarkable.

Despite losing the veil, the bridal gown was extensively damaged but surprisingly, Sara showed no visible injuries.

Given such resilience, converting one’s beliefs was perfectly understandable.

"Nightmare? No..."

As she walked forward again, she repeated in a somewhat unstable tone, finally shaking her head.

"And before that, for example, how did the great existence bestow you the child?"

Fu Qian was patient, gently urging.

"It seems... it was... I met Him in a dream, and He responded to my despair... the child—"

Midway through her fragmented response, Sara suddenly realized something, and lowered her head abruptly.

As Fu Qian mentioned, the belly that was wildly moving earlier had suddenly calmed down.

"Don’t be afraid; don’t be afraid..."

After briefly observing this scene, Sara resolutely reached out, patting her belly like soothing a baby.

Seemingly dissatisfied still, her thin and sharp finger traced her abdomen, cutting through torn clothing and intact skin.

Blood streamed, soaking the hem of the skirt in deep red, while her other hand carefully lifted out a mass—void?

Indeed, despite her utmost care, from Fu Qian’s perspective, there was still nothing in her hands.

Yet, her belly’s previous abnormality vanished.

In the next moment, Sara put on an impeccable pose, cradling a newborn child.

The eerie crying sound, seemingly suppressed for ages, burst forth all of a sudden.

But the source was neither in Sara’s arms nor her belly; it seemed to emanate from all directions, as if melding with the entirety of Akons.