Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1865: Chapter 1860: Seedbed of Instrumental Species (15)

The concealment was skillful, but unfortunately, we planted a tracker.

Just as mentioned before, with the fusion of An and White, its ranking is swiftly climbing, the abilities far beyond what a middle tier can describe.

And this place is clearly its home ground, wholeheartedly hidden, so even if you want to find it, it’s not easy.

But having something in the belly makes it different.

The Wriggling Seed, given by His Excellency Alarakir as a parting gift when we left the Nightmare Corridor.

Similarly utilizing the wound, planting a seed inside, not only as a target for Extreme Hunger Infection, but if you wait with enough patience, it will eventually hatch.

Like the one currently dissecting the mother’s body.

Earlier, I was worried about whether the Wriggling Seed would work in the state of Crimson Angel.

It turns out not only does it work, it grows surprisingly well.

Compared to the time it was used on Miracle Creatures, this seed seemed to encounter violence-induced growth, crazily expanding once injected.

Additionally, it benefits from this special form, itself also being in a Crimson Angel state.

In this case, using its sensation makes it so easy to lock the position of the Plague Knight.

The fact that he rushed out may well be influenced by pregnancy symptoms.

Unfortunately, he was still a bit slow.

The insect’s post-hatch performance proves the latter description of the Wriggling Seed’s ability, that once matured, it prioritizes its breeder as an attack target.

The Plague Knight transformed into a Giant Dragon, hence was made to look quite pitiful.

Of course, he may not know, this is already the better outcome.

If what was activated just now wasn’t the Wriggling Seed, it would have been a Visceral Critical Strike.

And Fu Qian didn’t rush to execute him primarily to let this suspect Apocalypse Knight impersonator play out his value to the fullest, providing more information.

Perhaps not with strong subjective intent, but for professionals, that’s not a necessary condition.

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"This trick of Winter Bug Summer Dragon, please appreciate, Your Excellency."

Bloodline collapses, miasma spreads everywhere.

The struggle from mid-air proceeds in a peculiar manner.

Clearly, the hatched monster inherits the essence of its mother like a Winter Bug Summer Grass.

Not only does it feel equally divine in perception, but even now it’s tightly connected to the Giant Dragon’s lower half, hard to separate.

But this doesn’t mean mercy when attacking.

After Miss An was split into two, the dragon’s left wing was torn off alive.

Though the Plague Dragon floats there, seemingly not reliant on aerodynamics, under such severe damage, it still loses balance amidst ongoing struggle, stumbling down to the ground.

"You, must die!"

Yet even so, when faced with Fu Qian’s condolences, An’s voice still responds, filled with legendary venomous energy.

Actually, there was no need for such exaggeration, Fu Qian could feel this emotion.

Judging earlier that the opponent was just playing misguidance, he seemed to see a resentment wanting to drag everyone down.

Though reasonably speaking, indeed there is a tiny possibility, it really is Miss An—

"Really? I don’t believe it."

Next moment, staring at the crashing dragon, Fu Qian shook his head, speaking with a double entendre.

From this angle, the body structure is more intriguing.

The bug continues its rampage, only half exposed, swaying like the dragon grew a scorpion tail.

And it’s still uncontrollable, constantly self-dissecting.

Unfortunately, this amazing scene was unseen by the scholars.

Since the earlier hint of Mythical Form, the three had already bowed their heads, sprinting without daring to look back.

"You really don’t understand your predicament—"

"So do you know then?"

In contemplation, Fu Qian casually interrupted the Plague Knight’s latest proclamation.

"Ah—"

Successfully prompting a shrill scream.

Under his impermeable demeanor, the Plague Knight entered a hysterical state, refusing to answer any questions.

And in the fury and roar, along with the bug inside its belly, all started to rapidly collapse, the gray-green phosphorus snake danced wildly again.

"Even if you can’t answer, it doesn’t matter, you can seek help from the audience on site."

It’s apparent a death trigger was about to be launched, yet Fu Qian had no intention to avoid its edge.

Against the current, lightly dodging a claw, he had already casually probed into the dragon’s body.

Knowing Your Excellency has many prejudices, unwilling to seek assistance from Ben.

But it’s okay, I’ll help you.

The sky filled with dancing bloodlines, collapsed, this time the Visceral Critical Strike was truly initiated.

...

Indeed there exists a certain mystical connection.

The dragon’s body was already on the brink of collapse, didn’t hold even a second under the execution.

Including its insect tail as well.

And in the thunderous collapse, a familiar feeling arose again.

Even though everything would shatter into aerosols, its body didn’t completely annihilate, rather, it merged into the surroundings, leaving no trace.

Rather than extinction, it’s more like the legendary Shattering Void, merged into some imperceptible concept.

One reason being with the visceral strike carrying a retroactive effect, aside from the shattered dragon, Fu Qian seemed to feel some surrounding agitation briefly flicker.

Truly some things are hard to perceive, but not entirely impossible.

From appearance to disappearance, the Plague Knight showed extreme unwillingness to cooperate.

No matter their own predicament, they absolutely do not allow any gains to be obtained from themselves.

This flair indeed had somewhat impressive aspects, but unfortunately, it was overthought.

Who said if subjective unwillingness, can’t contribute value?

The highest state of exploitation never requires consent.

Now let’s sort out the gains.

Firstly, this underground prison is more than just straightforward Crimson Frenzy contamination, but undergoing a higher-level transformation.

The Dark Gate in front of us replaced the original tunnel, symbolizes its independence from the original world.

The four Apocalypse Knights to guard against, will emerge from this transformation.

The first one encountered used infected individuals as breeding material, but yet uncertain if this is a necessary option.

It’s possible they might appear from thin air or emerge from fully formed Crimson Angel entities.

Like being unsure if it’s elevated from the original personality or directly descended of an external will.

Fu Qian naturally leans towards the latter, but here lies a potential risk—

"Please open your eyes in the dark."

Fu Qian turned around, looking at the three fleeing in the distance, reluctant to look our way.

Earlier the Plague Knight had been constantly inducing infected individuals to actively accept the Crimson Frenzy.

So, personal subjective will might indeed play a positive role in the Apocalypse Knight’s creation.

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