Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1872: Chapter 1867: Vessel Seedbed (22)

What does it mean to be professional?

Even the weakest things have their value in exploitation.

If not for the large pie used beforehand to boost Jill and her group’s enthusiasm, the third Apocalypse Knight might not have shown up so quickly.

If the guess is accurate, the situation before us is relatively simple.

After realizing it can be used as an exchange condition, they either acted together or separately; at least Ms. Jil came here to search for Lanina and opened this cell.

Unfortunately, there was nothing gained at the time, and the door wasn’t even properly closed in disappointment.

This simultaneously explains why there is a woman’s scent and why the door is open.

As for the wanderer in front of us, he indeed wasn’t lying. From this position, you can see inside the prison, and there indeed is a set of prison clothes and accompanying restraint devices.

But not only are there no corpses to be seen, even the newly hatched Crimson Angel is nowhere to be found.

One possible scenario that comes to mind is that the Wandering Knight, like the previous plagues, materialized using the Crimson Angel as an anchor.

It’s just that when Jil came to check, the transformation was still in progress, and she didn’t notice anything unusual.

Although a trace of her breath lingered after she left, in a certain sense, it played a catalyst role, helping to meet the third knight more quickly.

Perhaps here lies a question: isn’t it bad for the third knight to appear so quickly?

After all, with another one appearing, the task would directly fail.

This is the benefit of studying relativity well. The above possibility is not nonexistent, but given the performance of the first two knights, Fu Qian is more inclined to believe they weren’t much entangled with each other, meaning the arrival speed is relatively independent.

In this case, if the third knight shows up sooner, wouldn’t the time interval between him and the fourth be relatively longer?

Especially gratifying is that so far, this one does not seem to reject communication and has deep obsessions.

"So what does your wife look like? Let me see if I’ve seen her."

Stating that he wouldn’t be bored enough to lock the wanderer back up, Fu Qian casually asked another question.

...

"You haven’t seen her."

Yet the Wandering Knight, although open to communication, has a fascinating line of thought.

"If you had seen her, you would definitely know that I’m looking for her."

Having turned around to carefully examine, Fu Qian immediately shook his head.

It’s an interesting saying, and it even sounds somewhat understandable.

"Then the woman whose scent you’ve smelled is definitely not your wife, because I have seen her."

Without taking offense at such a denial, Fu Qian even directly utilized the other party’s formula, offering an unfavorable answer.

Suck—

After savoring the answer for about two seconds, with a bizarre sound, the Wandering Knight’s arm swung without warning, and a pale, slender creation appeared on it.

It was shaped like a ghost claw, colored like a corpse floating in water, and moved with indescribable speed.

But the wound healed even faster.

It grazed past Fu Qian’s chest, the sharpness of it feeling not even inferior to Su Gao, leaving a wound with ease.

But in the next instant, the wound steadfastly fused back together.

Even as Fu Qian purposefully tried to slow it down, it didn’t delay much.

Yes, this miraculous change doesn’t originate from the Thug’s regenerative ability, but from the nature of the attack itself.

Wounds appearing on the body seem to have healing as their inherent attribute.

Such contradictory measures are something that I have indeed seen in all my years wandering the worldly society.

Indeed, at the first moment of feeling this change, Fu Qian thought of a certain ring on his own hand.

Ashen Ring.

Instead of damaging the target’s flesh, the attack accumulates a darkness on the body and, once reaching a certain extent, directly banishes it to the Unseen Hillock.

Not only does the feeling resemble, there does seem to be some sort of accumulation.

As the wound heals, something almost simultaneously pervades the entire body.

Even the Brilliant Tyrant can clearly sense the raging Fallen within it—even a sense of kinship?

Thinking intricately about it, Fu Qian couldn’t help but regret not having another claw strike.

The reason is simple: he also moved a hand at the same time.

The result was that the Wandering Knight flew out with half his body in tatters.

...

"I’m now somewhat accepting of what you said, that the scent wasn’t my wife’s."

Fu Qian didn’t pursue, and the wanderer didn’t flee either.

Quite the contrary, after he stabilized himself, he walked straight ahead without much hesitation and acknowledged Fu Qian’s previous words in a "no fight, no acquaintance" manner.

Accompanying this transformation was a strange sight: his half-ruined shoulder was rapidly healing at a speed no slower than Fu Qian’s body.

Not due to flesh power.

As an expert in this area, Fu Qian easily made that judgment.

It’s not that the other party has a more exaggerated vitality than himself, but that "pain" is dissipating out.

It radiates around, while the body quickly regenerates.

This isn’t baseless talk; the evidence is right in front of his eyes.

On the path the wanderer took to walk back, even stones seemed to decay and deteriorate, exuding some kind of charred blackness.

Up until his last step fell, the exaggerated wound had already completely healed.

And because it was so close, Fu Qian could clearly sense that part of that bitterness had already radiated onto himself, to the extent that the previous sense of kinship was climbing up again.

Truly deserving of being an Apocalypse Knight, each one possesses remarkable skills.

Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire for a moment.

Looking at this ability, it’s even more unscrupulous than his Ashen Ring.

All harm can be transferred to others, while oneself rapidly regenerates, forcing even opponents to accept the harm they inflict.

Although it’s still uncertain what kind of changes will occur when what’s accumulating within him reaches a certain level, this aspect alone is absurdly strong.

Of course, he hadn’t used Dimensional Poison earlier, so it’s uncertain what would happen under those circumstances.

And if the full firepower was deployed, grinding the person into powder or something, we don’t know if they could still convert it out.

"You’re very strong; during the process of killing, there could be opportunities to get more clues."

At this time, the wanderer didn’t forget to reciprocally praise, while his hand once again flashed with ghost claw, offering considerable affirmation.

But with a seriously earnest tone, this killer statement seemingly held substantial confidence.

The earlier judgments weren’t wrong; he indeed harbors deep obsessions and implements them outrageously to find his wife.

Fu Qian, always adept at exploiting others, was very clear about the meaning behind the wanderer’s words.

Whether or not he knows the whereabouts of his wife, in the process of being forced toward death, he might drop some clues of value in various ways.

"How can you—"

However, the wanderer, about to strike while speaking, finally didn’t swing down the second claw, and for the first time, his tone showed some fluctuation.